Yuan Zhi from his previous life still has a lot of experience in ancient poetry.

He didn't really like it. The purpose of memorizing the poems of Tang and Song dynasties was nothing more than to embellish his security identity and to win the admiration of his colleagues, especially women.

The essence is vanity.

"Ding Jiu, Jiang Wulang can follow Gu, and the rest are waiting here."

Yuan Zhi showed off the silk paper fan in his hand, and he looked a little young. He got off the horse and threw the reins to a guard, and walked forward with his chest raised his head.

"Sir, please stay."

As soon as I walked to the gate of Wangchun Pavilion, I was stopped by several people.

Yuan Zhi looked up and saw that the caller was a servant wearing a blue shirt, wearing a square scarf, looking quite gentle. He should be a companion to a rich child or a follower.

He was looking at Yuanzhi with doubtful eyes.

Why? Are you still alone when you enter Wangchun Pavilion? Can you buy tickets?

Before Yuanzhi could figure it out, the young man in green shirt raised his hand and asked quite politely: "Young Master is here to attend the autumn poetry meeting?"

Autumn Poetry Festival?

This is probably the title of this poetry meeting.

However, the word "Autumn Color" is still quite poetic and more appropriate to the theme.

"Since I've been here, of course I'm here at the Autumn Sesame Poetry." Yuan Zhi shook his silk paper fan in his hand and replied in a pretentious manner.

"Since you are attending the poetry meeting, please give me a invitation."

invitation?

Yuanzhi was stunned.

This is true. Since the literati and students who come to participate in the poetry meeting must have a certificate in their hands.

Otherwise, any dog ​​or cat can get in. This high-class autumn poetry festival will become a vegetable market.

Besides, it's still in the royal garden.

Unfortunately, the prince did not recognize any of the literati and poets in the capital, and could not call them a name. Where did the invitation come from?

"It's okay if there is no invitation. Please hand over your name and pay the registration fee of ten gold baht. You can go in and attend the poetry meeting."

The servant Qingshan saw that Yuan Zhi was cute and had a slow reaction. He probably lived in a remote suburb outside the city and came to see him.

Ten gold baht?

At present, the end of the Jin Empire was almost fifty taels of snowflakes and one hundred and twenty taels of copper.

"This brother, I have neither invitations nor famous posts, nor golden pounds..."

"What? Three no personnel?"

Before Yuanzhi could finish his words, the young man in blue shirt immediately changed his face when he heard this, "Then... are you here to make trouble and miserable?"

His voice suddenly increased by octave, and his face was filled with contempt.

What surprised Yuan Zhi even more was that the two burly men standing behind the servant in blue suddenly rolled up their sleeves with both hands, put their hips on their hips, stared at the uninvited guest in front of them with a fierce look.

Oh damn, this young servant in blue shirt is considered a staff member of the Autumn Poetry Club. He looks like a man, how can he change his face faster than reading a book?

This poetry meeting is interesting.

Yuanzhi grinned and said:

"This little brother, the Autumn Poetry Festival is a grand event for literati in the capital. The theme is for everyone to exchange poems, lyrics, music and essays. Therefore, the official agreed to be held in Wangchun Pavilion in the royal garden. Why do you still have to pay the registration fee?

Why?"

When the servant in green clothes heard this, he sneered and covered his sleeves and sneered, saying:

"It's not easy for you to come from afar. Since you know that this is a royal garden, it means that it's not something that ordinary people can come in. The autumn poetry festivals in previous years are all places where my three young masters spend a lot of money. You'll do anything

No, please don't go up and join in the fun."

Why…

These words are like human words, and they sound like kind advice.

Think about it, it is necessary to organize, decorate, tea and drink, and even hold banquets in ancient times.

We also need to invite famous experts to be judges, so on.

Since there is a fee, of course there will be sponsors.

Yuanzhi suddenly felt a little bored, and before leaving, he asked casually, "Little brother, which young master is this sponsored by this?"

sponsor?

This is a new word, and the servant is likely to guess that Yuan Zhi refers to 'whoever takes care of the place'.

"This young master, who has such a great spirit in this capital? He has booked a venue every year to provide food and drink and rewards. Of course, he is the third son of the Cao family in our Duke Anguo Mansion."

The prince, who was originally planning to leave, heard the four words "Anguo Duke's Mansion" and it was particularly harsh, and then it became angry.

The one who entered my mother is the royal garden. He is the crown prince of the current dynasty, and it would be fine if he went in.

He, a three-year-old son of the Prime Minister's family, was here to show off and attract attention.

What's going on?

"Haha, I thought it was a master who made a fuss here. It turned out to be Master Cao's third master. This made me interested. I went up and asked him to pay me back the money."

"What? Mr. Cao's third son...will he still give you money?"

The young man in blue was shocked and opened his mouth so hard that he could stuff a duck egg in it.

"Why, don't believe it? You go to see Master Cao's third son and let him tell him by himself." Yuan Zhi said loudly insultedly.

This sentence that casually broke out from his mouth, "Let him pay me back the money" is purely a frame-up, and is a joke that Yuan Zhi often faces when he is a security guard.

He is learning and applying it, selling it now.

Wow, a "big melon" suddenly fell from the sky.

The literati and scholars at the gate of Wangchun Pavilion and the rich and noble children suddenly became "melon-eating crowds".

"Ah, Mr. Cao actually owes money but doesn't pay it back. The creditor comes to his house."

"It's true or false. Mr. Cao's third son still owes debts, who believes it?"

“???”

This is too much to catch a horse!

At the gate of Wangchun Pavilion, there were suddenly a crowd of people eating melons, but they were not worried about the trouble when watching the fun.

It is estimated that this place will be even more lively than the poetry show in the attic.

Now, even Yuan Zhi was unexpected.

"You...you dare to talk nonsense, come and throw him out!"

The young man in blue was stunned for a while, and finally reacted. In a rage, he instructed the bodyguard behind him to take action.

But what everyone did not expect was that before the Qingshan servant finished speaking, his open mouth was closed, and a bright Qianniu knife was placed on his neck.

The two bodyguards were also forced by Jiang Wulang, who was big and thick, with a knife.

"Hey, do you know this knife?" Ding Jiu snorted gloomy.

The Qianniu Knife is called the Yi Dao, which is exclusive to the royal family.

The scabbard is inlaid with gold and jade, the blade is long and thin, and the cold light is shining, and it is made by fine steel for thousands of temperings.

The word "Yu Jian" is engraved on the back of the knife.

The young servant in green clothes followed Mr. Cao for many years and had seen some worldly appearances, so he naturally recognized this knife.

I saw cold sweat on his forehead, his eyes were floating, and his lips were trembling. "I recognize you... I know, this is the Qianniu Knife in the palace."

"I know it's Qianniu Dao, can my young master enter Wangchun Pavilion?"

"Of course you can get in." The servant in green clothes was already scared and almost urinated.

"I know... I won't get out of here."

Ding Jiu put his knife into the sheath, bent down at Yuan Zhi respectfully and smiled flatteringly, "Young Master, please come in."
Chapter completed!