Zhu Youde and the other two sent the fish dream machine to the entrance of the post house. At this time, a lot of people had gathered at the entrance of the post house.
Some of them were bureaucrats from Daliang, and Zhu Youde also saw a familiar figure, Zhang Fu'an.
Zhang Fu'an is Zhang Yuanhai's cousin. He serves as the minister of punishment in the court. He is usually unknown. I don't know why he came to the poetry meeting today.
He must have come to investigate on behalf of Zhang Yuanhai. His coming this time is very suspicious.
After just one more glance, Zhu Youde and the others left.
If you continue to stay here, if your identity is exposed, then Zhu Youde will have nothing to do.
After sending Yumengji back, the two simply returned to the pawn shop.
When Zhu Youde was on the road, he still asked some questions about Zheng Linger's Loyalty Association.
But as long as there were matters related to the Loyalty Society, Zheng Ling'er would keep silent.
It can be seen that he is still very wary of Zhu Youde.
He was also worried that Zhu Youde would ask these questions because he wanted to deal with the Loyalty Society in the end.
After all, the reason why the Loyalty Society exists is to deal with Zhu Youde.
This made Zhu Youde a little bit dumbfounded, but he could understand it.
Gradually, the sky has darkened, and the lanterns have begun to turn on. The city of Kyoto seems to be particularly different tonight.
The scenery beside Yueyu Lake is completely different from that during the day.
Whether they are traffickers or low-ranking officials, they are all gathering at Yueyu Lake.
Pavilions and pavilions have been built in the lake, and the lights are dim, which is particularly brilliant.
All those talented men and those ladies who don't leave the palace gather here.
Next to Yueyu Lake, many stalls have also been set up.
There are lantern riddles and pairs, most of which are related to literati.
Seeing these smart vendors, Zhu Youde also felt quite cute.
"If Daliang didn't have so many worries, it would actually be pretty good."
Zhu Youde looked around and sighed.
Zheng Ling'er seemed to deliberately ruin the atmosphere and whispered: "The lights here are brilliant, but there are also thousands of miles of red land in other places. What it's like, we all have to see what your future holds."
Zhu Youde was not angry, but nodded.
Although Zheng Ling'er is a member of the world of martial arts, she has a lot of lives on her hands.
But she is always a little girl, looking left and right, her eyes full of joy.
At this moment, Zhu Youde saw several familiar faces.
"Brother Feng." Zhu Youde waved to Feng Yuyue in the distance.
Feng Yuyue and the people next to him all looked happy and seemed to be in a good mood.
When Feng Yuyue heard this voice, he also turned his head and looked at Zhu Youde.
"You're here too." Feng Yuyue's face lit up and he hurriedly walked over.
And the people around Feng Yuyue were the same poor students Zhu Youde had met before.
"Brother Feng is here to participate in the poetry meeting, right?" Zhu Youde nodded and bowed.
Feng Yuyue nodded: "This morning, we received the news that the number of talents selected by our academy to come to the poetry meeting has actually increased to five. I am really happy."
"I heard that this is His Majesty's order. It's a pity that we said something bad about Your Majesty before." Situ Mingrong, who was on the side, also looked ashamed.
Seeing this expression, Zhu Youde was secretly happy.
After all, who doesn’t like to hear good words, especially those that come from the heart.
Situ Mingrong suddenly noticed Zheng Ling'er beside him, and a kind of understanding smile appeared on his face: "Brother, I am really blessed with beauty. There are many beauties around me, all of them beautiful."
Zheng Ling'er's face turned red and she quickly explained: "I have nothing to do with him..."
But if you say this, how can anyone believe it?
This poetry club was originally a place where talented men and beautiful women met, so it was not unusual.
"Brother, why are you wearing a face scarf?" A student asked curiously.
"I've been feeling cold recently, so I have to do this," Zhu Youde said helplessly.
After a few people exchanged pleasantries, they walked towards the boat.
In the distance, a phoenix boat with carved beams and painted buildings slowly sailed into the shipyard.
Feng Yuyue looked at the phoenix boat and said with a smile: "This phoenix boat should be the queen's phoenix boat. It does look magnificent and extremely luxurious."
The arrival of this phoenix boat means that the poetry meeting is about to begin.
"Did Brother Yang also receive the invitation?" a Mingde student asked.
Zhu Youde was stunned: "Do you still need an invitation letter?"
When the people opposite heard this, their faces became embarrassed. They thought Zhu Youde came because he had received an invitation.
"But I have a way to get in." Zhu Youde continued.
No one doubted this statement.
We could easily drive away Zhang Taijian last time, so we can see his background.
At the door of the shipyard, a group of guards stood in front.
Everyone who came handed the invitation letter in their hands to the guards.
"I don't know what kind of bad luck Mingde College has, but four more people have entered the poetry meeting. It is really a shame for the family, that people from a poor family can actually enter the hall."
Just when it was Mingde College's turn, a mocking voice came.
When all the talented students at Mingde College heard this, their faces looked a little unhappy.
They all turned around to look, only to find that it was a man in fine clothes.
As a leading figure in Mingde College, Feng Yuyue was naturally unwilling to be outdone: "We, Mingde College and Guiyingtian College, don't seem to have any entanglements, so why bother making fun of them."
"I'm just sighing, why are you in such a hurry?" The man smiled slightly, slapped the folding fan in his hand, and said.
"This is Xu Bei, the son of the Minister of Punishment. He is very arrogant, but he also has some talents. He is the leading talent of Yingtian Academy." Situ Mingrong explained in Zhu Youde's ear.
The Minister of Punishment is the one who provoked Zhu Youde last time.
Although Zhang Yuanhai resigned from the position of Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Xu Xiutong, who took over, was the core of Zhang's party. Zhu Youde originally thought of instigating Xu Xiu to rebel, but who knew that he would have such an attitude. Sooner or later, Zhu Youde would have to deal with such a person.
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Although Zhu Youde has not dealt with the Minister of Punishment yet, he will start to deal with it sooner or later.
I never thought that the imperial court would be so deeply involved in this academy.
Basically, the younger generation will enter the three major academies to become gilded.
The two sides were just engaged in a verbal spat, and were not prepared to continue the entanglement.
Now everyone began to slowly enter the venue.
But the guard at the door had a completely different attitude towards everyone.
He nodded and bowed to the students from the other four major academies and was extremely flattering.
But after meeting Mingde College, he assumed a high profile again.
"Where's the invitation?" When it was Zhu Youde's turn, the guard stretched out his hand towards Zhu Youde and said coldly.
"No." Zhu Youde spread his hands, but there was a gold medal in his hand: "This one should also be able to go in."
When the guard saw the gold medal, he had doubts on his face.
But he still had a cold face as usual and shouted sternly: "No, if there is no invitation letter, why are you coming to the poetry meeting?"
This voice was also extremely loud.
When the scholars on the side heard this, they all cast their eyes over.
"I think he wants to sneak in. Seeing him following people from Mingde Academy, he must be from Mingde Academy..."
"No wonder, Mingde Academy was originally the descendant of some traffickers and lackeys, so it is naturally different from us."
"Of course, aristocratic families and humble families cannot be compared."
Many onlookers also talked about it.
Those spectators obviously tended to favor other academies, and their mouths were full of sarcasm...