Chapter 126 The Prince’s inscription, the first voice transmission (please subscribe)

At the same time, in a courtyard called "Songzhu Pavilion" in Jiang'an Rouge Hutong, the second and third generations of Beijing circles gathered together.

After all, he was still relying on his status. In addition, there were many women participating in the venue, so the air of dust and rouge in the courtyard was much lighter.

The garden layout is exquisite, with a leisurely ancient charm, and the mountains, rocks, waterways, corridors, courtyards and pavilions are well-proportioned.

There are songs and dances, but the repertoire is more elegant, well, commonly known as: high style.

In late spring and early summer, when the nights were not cold, young people set up low tables in the courtyard, sat on the floor, drank and played "Feihua Ling".

Not that happy either.

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"Speaking of which, it's time to select this year's 'Poetry Leader'. I don't know who will win."

During the dinner, Miss Zhang, the oval-faced and dignified daughter of a minister, suddenly said.

"Well, it's actually not difficult to guess. Lung Gong is the best among them. In my opinion, Chu Zhixing has a better chance of winning." said an Imperial College student.

Most of the poems and essays that came out at the meeting and were praised by the great Confucians in public were widely publicized by dedicated people. Therefore, even though they were in the courtyard, they all knew about them.

"Let me tell you, that's not necessarily the case. It's not like there haven't been dark horses in previous years. Moreover, I think Brother He's song is very good, so there may not be any chance of competition." Another student said with a smile.

He Shian shook his head repeatedly:

"Brother Li, please don't make a joke. I have been holding back my poems for many days before I composed one. It's barely passable, but it's far from the leader."

Most of the literati in Kyoto make a few nonsense remarks, but few of them are "good" at it.

Most of them require painstaking efforts, repeated revisions, and word-by-word consideration to compose a good song. As for the sudden burst of inspiration, it can be accomplished overnight, which is something that can only be encountered but cannot be expected.

"But when it comes to dark horses, I think of one person." He Shian said with a smile.

The tall, thin, fair-skinned Wang Yan said:

"You mean flush?"

"Exactly."

At the mention of this name, many people at the table showed admiration, not because of the poetry, but because of the arm wrestling with Xu Shisheng.

The day before yesterday, when the incident first happened, they were very unprepared. Even though a school captain was a practitioner, he could only achieve Qi Entrainment... In this Kyoto, it was really nothing.

How can you fight against the odds?

Even some people with dark thoughts felt somewhat disdainful when they heard that Qi Ping declined the princess' proposal to beg the prince.

I thought it was either a "play hard to get" trick, or a lack of pressure on the strength of both sides...

But then, the news came that surprised them.

Qi Ping sealed up all the libraries in one night, went toe-to-toe with the imperial officials, and actually won. For such actions, the older generation would probably shake their heads and say, "Young-headed young man."

But for them, these young people, it's completely different.

Young people always like those who are lonely and courageous. Qi Ping's deeds make them admire and envy him.

Then, Qi Ping disturbed the Zhenfu Division, comprehensively attacked Xu Shisheng's industry, and more flowers bloomed... This was an operation that could be called a miracle.

Not convinced, no way.

"Speaking of which, what do you think about the bookstore's shares?" said a young man named Yuan Hong, one of the few warriors present.

Everyone fell silent and no one spoke.

In their opinion, even if the Hexagonal Bookstore is built, it will not be very big. If everyone divides it, the harvest will not be much. Most of the courtiers at home do not think highly of it.

But the children of big families, those with the first and second bedrooms... also compete with each other.

As a junior, if you can achieve results, it will be a bonus.

Therefore, many people are excited, but in the current situation, although Qi Ping has come back, the Hexagonal Bookstore is in a precarious situation, which makes it boring to eat.

"I heard that Chief Gao Shan previously criticized Honglou. After tonight, when the news spreads, Qi Ping may be sad." One person said tactfully.

"Oh, what happened to the Red Mansion?" Suddenly, an old man's voice came from outside the hospital.

In the courtyard, everyone was startled and turned around to see a servant leading a pair of grandparents.

The old man has white temples and a friendly temperament, just like an ordinary old man. The young man in a green dress next to him is looking around.

"Master!"

"The master is here!"

"I've seen Taifu... and sister Qing'er." A group of people suddenly stood up and saluted respectfully.

As students of the Imperial Academy, they knew very well the special status of this "imperial master".

The old man smiled and waved his hand: "Sit down, everyone, sit down. What do you think Gao Pingce said?"

The man hurriedly recounted the news, and the old man smiled: "It seems that he received a lot of money from the merchant."

He could see through it at a glance.

He Shian smiled and said:

"I think so, tonight's poetry meeting, that day, the library and the family bought four boats. It was really a big deal, and many talented people from Kyoto were invited to sit there. However, the Hexagonal Bookstore actually got one, and it was the Jinfeng Tower. Come to think of it,

, it’s Mr. Qi’s face.”

He remembered the night when the two sides didn't know each other without fighting.

Many people in the audience didn't know the news yet and sighed with sadness:

"That's a pity. The other party has already planned it, and Mr. Qi can only suffer the loss of being dumb."

There is nothing you can do, if you don’t have as much financial resources as others, you will definitely not be able to fight.

For a moment, everyone felt sad.

However, at this moment, there was a commotion outside the courtyard. It was a group of students from the courtyard next door who ran out together. After passing the courtyard gate, one person poked his head in and shouted:

"Brother He? Have you heard that something big happened in Jinfeng Tower?"

After saying that, he saw the old man present. He was startled and hurriedly saluted: "Student has seen the master!"

The old man smiled and nodded, curiously asking: "What happened?"

That man immediately told the story of blasting out hundreds of poems from Jinfeng Tower, attracting many great scholars to flock to him, and told them vividly.

After he finished speaking, a group of second- and third-generation children in the courtyard were stunned.

Miss Zhang lost her reserve: "Where did Jinfenglou get all these good poems?"

"I heard that it was all done by Qi Ping, well, there is an even more evil version.

It is said that Qi Ping stayed up all night last night, holding a wine jar and writing hundreds of poems all night... But this is too ridiculous. How can anyone do this?

Thinking about it, he had accumulated it over many years, and then once he threw it away..."

The student shook his head and sighed.

And everyone in the courtyard looked at each other, shocked and confused. They were actually a little suspicious, and they felt like they were being cheated... It was so incredible.

"Master, let's go take a look too?" He Shi'an looked at the old man.

But outside, I saw someone turning back, waving and shaking their heads:

"Don't go. There are no seats on the boat. Just now, some people were fighting to board the boat and fell into the river. It was a chaos. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Ah this...

The students looked at each other speechlessly. Suddenly, someone whispered:

"Maybe you can consider investing in Hexagon Bookstore."

In the corner, Qing'er, who was holding wooden chopsticks and eating seafood, stopped in confusion:

"What did they say?"

Little chubby Luan has bulging cheeks:

"It seems to be talking about Qi Ping."

In the crowd, the old man was thoughtful, thinking that he should go see the young man if he had time.

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In previous years, when it should have come to an end, this year the atmosphere was unexpectedly heated.

On the Taochuan River, the Jinfeng Tower was surrounded by a group of small boats. It was a spectacular sight and became the focus of the entire poetry meeting, while the other five painted boats seemed to be forgotten.

On the boat, after finally appreciating all the poems, Yuan Mei, the old priest, stroked her beard and sighed:

"I don't think so. I, Da Liang, have produced such an astonishing talent, but I have given the academy an advantage. Alas."

As he said that, he glared at Xi Lian, who was sitting beside him foolishly.

A scholar also praised: "What happened tonight is truly legendary and will definitely be recorded in the annals of history. It's a pity that the young man is not here. I really want to see it with my own eyes."
To be continued...