Shishi was very moved after hearing this, but she shook her head.
She knew about Mr. Bai's recent actions in the capital and knew that he had done several major things.
But she also has her own choice. If she just goes to that association, she would rather stay in the existing world.
Although this environment will make her cry and there will be some intrigues, she is more stable.
"Thank you for your kindness, sir, but Shishi should stay here. Shishi has grown up here since she was a child, and this is Shishi's home."
Bai Song nodded, after all, every woman has the right to choose.
"Sir, what are you doing here today?"
"Have you heard about that poetry conference?"
Shishi smiled and pointed outside: "It's being spread everywhere now, how could Shishi not know about it?"
"If you were asked to sing at a poetry conference, would you be interested?"
"Singing?" Shishi didn't expect it.
"There will be some programs at the poetry conference, and a lot of people will pay attention to it. If Shishi can sing a song on it, it will not only add luster to the conference, but it will also be very helpful to Shishi's reputation."
Shishi was stunned. She had already passed her most glorious period. If she wanted to perform at a conference that the whole city was paying attention to, there were many suitable candidates in Chang'an Hualou.
Now that Mr. Bai has chosen himself, of course he takes care of himself the most.
But I am already used to the existing peace. Is it good for me to gain fame?
Or do you still enjoy being sought after by others?
Shishi cast her eyes on Bai Song and nodded gently.
As long as Mr. Bai brings it up, she shouldn't hesitate.
…
The new building was opened and the conference went as scheduled.
The grand occasion in Chang'an City was unprecedented, and the lively scene surpassed the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival in previous years.
On the outskirts of the imperial city, to the north of Chang'an and near the West Market, an ancient abandoned slum area has been given a new look.
Rows of double-story squares are arranged regularly, and all kinds of green plants and trees have been carefully trimmed.
A temporary stage was set up in the superstar square inside the community.
The first poetry appreciation conference of the Tang Dynasty is about to begin.
After several days of informal discussions, countless literary talents gathered together, looking forward to a good performance at the conference.
Hundreds of literary talents came out, and even more were ordinary people who wanted to watch the fun.
At noon, the community was already completely surrounded.
In the past poetry gatherings, the major literary talents closed their doors to entertain themselves. How could there be a time like this when they open their doors for everyone to see.
The common people were very curious and wanted to know what kind of activities the high-ranking literary talents usually played.
Some dignitaries were also curious, wondering what the emperor's purpose was in holding this meeting?
But as soon as I entered the community and saw this kind of novel structural house with my own eyes, I couldn't help but look at it more and ask more questions, and my interest was gradually aroused.
At this most lively time, Bai Song did not fight for it. He stayed in his Prince Consort's Mansion and looked at the progress of the construction of his son's palace.
Today, Xiang'er is staying with her at home. The princess was summoned by the Queen, saying that she was going to see the poetry conference together.
Sang Sang and Xiao Bai An both followed.
Bai Song rarely had time to spend time with Xian Xiang'er.
Xiang'er was a little strange. She sat next to Bai Song and asked, "Ms. sir, why don't you go and take a look? You spent a lot of effort to organize that poetry conference."
Bai Song waved his hand: "It's nothing to see, it's just a show. How can it be as good as my Xiang'er?"
Xiang'er's face turned red: "My husband is so grown up, but he is still so glib."
"This is called speaking out of emotion."
"I can't argue with you."
Bai Song looked at Xiang'er, gently lifted her hair, and then held her in his arms.
"I haven't been alone like this for a long time."
"yes……"
Both of them were a little emotional, looking at the sky and enjoying the rare tranquility.
…
There were many big shots at the conference venue.
Officials from three provinces and six ministries, large and small, were all dressed in casual clothes and mixed in with the crowd, waiting for the meeting to begin.
A huge banner was hung on the stage, which detailed the competition rules of the conference.
The conference is divided into auditions, preliminary rounds, semi-finals, promotion rounds and final rounds.
What will be held today is the audition for this competition.
The rules of the competition are very simple. All contestants who sign up go to the stage, choose their most favorite works, regardless of poems or songs, and recite them in front of the public.
Five on-site judges will raise their cards, and if four of them think it passes, they will advance to the next round.
On the second floor opposite the stage, the Queen is standing on the balcony, which has the best viewing position.
After seeing the rules on the banner, he couldn't help but shake his head: "This rule is quite strange. I have never seen it before. Why does your prince-in-law have so many weird things?"
Next to the Empress, Li Xiangnan stood upright and returned with a smile: "Reporting to the Empress, the Prince Consort does have many strange ideas, but he is an upright and honest person and has done nothing deviant."
"You girl, my mother has no intention of blaming you. Are you so anxious to defend him? I think this time he is just fooling around, not only wasting people and money, but also asking the court to support him. It is obviously a fool's errand."
"Mother doesn't like these houses?"
The Empress touched the cement wall behind her: "It looks good, but I spent so much money on it, and I don't know if I can get it back."
"It's definitely possible." Li Xiangnan replied firmly.
"You are the only one who is easy to deceive. You will believe whatever he says. It's good that you can get the money back. If you can't get it back, I won't let him go without your father."
As he said this, there was a commotion below.
It turned out that five judges appeared.
Without exception, the judges are all carefully selected scholars with high reputation among the people.
When selecting these great Confucians, Bai Song learned about them through various channels through his friends and found that there were no celebrities in history who were really respected among the people.
Among the few people, the only one who had an impression was Monk Zhiyong.
This year, Monk Zhiyong is ninety years old.
One of the remaining three is a private school teacher who can rival Mr. Yu. He has been teaching for fifty years and has thousands of students.
The remaining two are the old heads of prominent families in Chang'an. They were extremely prosperous scholarly families in the previous dynasty, and they were also known to everyone in Chang'an.
As for the last Yu Ji, his appearance was a bit surprising.
Seeing the five judges, everyone talked a lot, thinking that although Yu Ji was very popular, he was still a young man. How could he sit side by side with four real seniors?
There was dissatisfaction among the crowd, and gradually some people expressed doubts.
