Chapter 100 Participating in the Cultural Conference
Chapter 100 Participating in the Cultural Conference
Chengyang Mansion, Michigan, Northland.
Zhao Jin followed the clues left by Huang Fu all the way and arrived at the so-called handover point in Dashi Village, Lucheng County, Miss. There was no human habitation there.
In the past few years, he has visited almost all the surrounding counties and dozens of villages and towns, but he has not inquired about the so-called "elder master".
But according to the clues Pixiu left in Lucheng County, he came to Chengyang Mansion today.
At this time, in front of Zhao Jin was a magnificent restaurant.
It was noon, and there were many carriages parked outside the restaurant. Some carriages were decorated with necklaces, and some were studded with orbs.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and watched a group of pot-bellied businessmen coming out of the restaurant, followed by a large group of entourage.
They were all dressed in gold and silver, with proud expressions on their faces. They each held a woman in their arms and let out a few laughs from time to time.
Unfortunately, there was no one Zhao Jin was looking for here, so he looked away after a few breaths.
This is the last clue. If there is no news here, we can only find another way.
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In the blink of an eye, in July, Jiangxia Academy is also bustling.
Chen Ping recently discovered that there were many more visitors in Zhuyuan, and he couldn't help but curiously asked, "Teacher, are you going to attend this year's cultural fair?"
"I've been there a few times in the past, but it's not interesting," Zhao Wenhe said casually, holding a book in his hand, "Do you want to go?"
Chen Ping thought for a while and shook his head, "Since it's not interesting, it's okay not to go. It's better to read two more books in Zhuyuan."
Zhao Wenhe has been quite kind to him recently and said with a smile, "If you have always had this idea in your mind, you are indeed a serious scholar. But if you want to go, just go with Cheng Cheng so that you can take care of him."<
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Cheng Cheng was sitting on the other side of the bamboo platform. When he heard this, he raised his head and asked in confusion, "Teacher, I am three years older than Chen Ping. Why should I be the one to take care of him?"
Zhao Wenhe sighed: "I'm afraid some people only grow older but not wiser."
"How can students be so stupid?" Cheng Cheng was dissatisfied. "I have seen many of the flower appreciation parties at the Literary Society and Poetry Society in the capital."
"Okay, if that's the case, then you should take Chen Ping there."
Cheng Cheng nodded with satisfaction, "No problem, I'll take my junior brother to see the world."
Chen Ping also wanted to see what the literary club of this era was like, and took the initiative to ask, "There must be someone in the literary club who knows how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting. My piano..."
Before Chen Ping finished speaking, the two people on the bamboo platform immediately reacted and shouted in unison: "Stop playing the piano!"
It seems that Zhuyuan still wants to lose face.
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On the day of the literary meeting, the moon was bright and bright, and Jiangxia Academy was brightly lit.
Cheng Cheng changed into an indigo robe early, with layers of clouds and moons embroidered on the collar, and a jade ring around his waist, which made his body look more capable and tall.
Chen Ping is much simpler and plainer, except for his clear and lively eyes.
"Let's go, let's go," Cheng Cheng pulled him and ran out. "The cultural meeting is about to start. It's not good to be late."
Chen Ping looked at the sky and said, "Wen Hui Xu will start just now, don't be so anxious, right?"
Cheng Cheng held a lantern in his hand and ran so hard that there was wind at his feet, and he glanced at Chen Ping with a look of disdain.
"This literary club is not just a literary club, there are also many talented women... Uh, no, there are also many food stalls."
Chen Ping raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully, "That's right, senior brother is now fifteen, it's time to..."
"Why are you here? Me, me, I only want to read the books of sages." Cheng Cheng blushed and retorted fiercely: "I'm worried that you don't understand the rules, so I want to take you there as soon as possible to get familiar with it!"
"Yes, yes, what senior brother said makes sense."
Seeing through but not telling the truth, Chen Ping walked down the steps.
After saying that, the two of them walked to the front square of the academy soon.
Jiangxia Academy has a large number of students. This time, other academies gathered here to host the cultural fair, so the front square was specially reserved as a venue for holding cultural activities.
To the left of the square is a spacious garden filled with pavilions and pavilions, as well as specially designed water purification channels.
People were coming and going at the cultural fair.
Everyone who comes in and out is neatly dressed, speaks and behaves elegantly, and has a kind and friendly smile on his face.
Cheng Cheng slowed down and adjusted his clothes, "Let me tell you first, although Jiangxia Academy is the leader of the Qianzhou Houses, there are hidden dragons and tigers hidden in this kind of grand gathering. The people attending the gathering are either extraordinary in literary talent or wealthy."<
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Chen Ping looked serious after hearing this, "Please rest assured, senior brother, I will be cautious."
"Be careful?" Cheng Cheng maintained his figure and educated him: "I want you to be more confident! Don't be embarrassed if you miss something like this. If you have any skills, show them. Don't hide them!"
Chen Ping was stunned. He really didn't expect it to mean this.
Cheng Cheng had no choice but to lower his voice and explained: "Our Dayu Dynasty has a prosperous literary style. There are many middle schools in the thirteen states. We in Jiangxia alone have hundreds of students. They are all supported by the imperial court for the purpose of recruiting talents.
Sir! Do you think, when there is a gathering of literati on such an occasion, how come no one from the government comes?"
Chen Ping asked curiously, "I wonder who the government will send here?"
"It's hard to say. I heard that the person who came back last time was a prefectural official. Maybe the prefect will come to join in the fun this time?"
The two of them have reached the central area, and the cultural meeting has officially begun.
Chen Ping looked at the pavilions on the left, where poetry boxes and rhyme boxes were erected, and they were also hung with word puzzles, lanterns, and couplets of poems.
Not far away on the right, there is also the sound of piano, singing and dancing.
They squeezed into a poetry pavilion and saw one person chanting loudly with his hands behind his back, "The green hills are painted with daisies, and the distant rivers and lakes are crossed by cloud sails..."
This poem is catchy, but not excellent, but people around it applauded it.
"Brother Liu's poetry is three points better than mine."
Chen Ping also nodded secretly. Although he wrote poems, he copied other people's lines.
But the poems written by these people are all based on real materials, which is amazing.
There are thousands of poets in ancient times, but how many are outstanding.
Cheng Cheng also nodded slightly, turned his head and said: "This is how poetry is treated here. Wait a minute..."
Before he could finish his words, Chen Ping suddenly rushed forward and crashed into the center of the pavilion.
Cheng Cheng's voice stopped suddenly.
Chen Ping frowned deeply, and when he raised his head, he met the eyes of "Brother Liu" just now.
The entire pavilion fell silent, and everyone looked at Chen Ping with surprise and doubt.
"Where did the child come from?" Liu Shusheng was in the mood, but was suddenly interrupted, and his expression suddenly became a little unhappy, "Where is your teacher? How can you wander around here?"
Before Chen Ping had time to explain, someone had already said: "I know him, he seems to be Chen Ping, a close disciple of Ye Wenchang."
The speaker stood outside the pavilion and his voice was extremely loud.
Liu Shusheng reacted, and his face turned cold instantly, "Oh, this is the small case leader from Yongshun County! What, why are you here to give me advice?"
It is indeed rude to interrupt other people's poetry writing.
Cheng Cheng also felt strange and quickly went up and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
Chen Ping's face was gloomy. "Someone pushed me."
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