The streets were bustling with people, but the carriage was so quiet that you could hear your breath.
Qin Hua's face turned cold, too lazy to put on that false mask anymore. The prince seemed to have lost interest in teasing her and stopped talking.
Cold, strange, and speechless, this is what they are.
Not long after, the carriage stopped. Qin Hua got off the carriage first, standing aside and waiting with neither humility nor arrogance.
Shang Qingshu outside looked at her in surprise, but she didn't even bother to glance at him.
The prince is a tyrant, and this one is a smiling tiger, a raccoon dog in the same league.
Look at the street in front of you, it's very familiar. Looking back at the place next to you, it's very good. It's the largest teahouse in Shendu.
The Night Pavilion has a total of five floors and is built in the shape of a zigzag. It occupies a large area and the decoration is elegant and low-key, but every place has artistic conception.
Hanging on the walls are all masterpieces by famous artists, and there is also a special place to display the outstanding works of emerging literati students for people to appreciate.
There are many readers who come and go, the fragrance of pen and ink is lingering, and the literary atmosphere is extremely rich. It is called a holy place for literati.
What is the prince doing here? Killing someone?
There is never a shortage of customers in a place like this, but today there are particularly many of them. You can hear people buzzing outside, and it is even more crowded after entering.
Fortunately, a special path is left here for the nobles in the wing upstairs, so that the poor scholar on the first floor will not bump into the nobles.
The Night Pavilion has a total of five floors. The top two floors are independent large rooms. Each room has a name tag hanging on it as a symbol of status. Non-members of the family are not allowed to enter without invitation.
While showing their identity, they also sorted the students into three, six or nine grades.
After going up to the second floor, Qin Hua saw the scene in the middle.
There is an arena built in the middle of the zigzag on the first floor, where most competitions between literati were held.
Under the witness of many literati, if you can write a good article and win, you will definitely become famous, even if your status is low.
And this arena is also one of the most important activities for literati, and it is more passionate and attractive than the poetry meeting.
The reason why there are so many people today is because Bachelor Qu of the Qu family asked a question and left a top-quality inkstone as a prize.
This is not only an inkstone, but also an olive branch extended by the Qu family. It is also a means for major families to recruit young talents and absorb fresh blood.
The four great literary masters are Wang, Xie, Qu, and Wen. Although Wang and Xie are bigger and older, the composers are not bad either.
Anyone who joins one of the four prominent families will have a bright future and soar into the sky.
No wonder so many people are gathered here today.
The Qu family, Qin Hua thought of that thin and stubborn little mute, but she hadn't seen him for a long time.
A group of people walked up to the fifth floor. The prince, dressed in dragon clothes, was very unassuming.
You don't do big gifts outside, but you can't turn a blind eye to the dragon suit. If you see it, you may not necessarily recognize the prince's face, but if he is wearing a dragon suit, looks familiar, and is young, you can probably identify his identity.
Everyone bowed and saluted, wishing they could be buried on the ground.
Qin Hua's back ached for them just looking at them.
The prince is hateful, hateful, and terrible. When these literati were discussing behind his back, they talked at length, wishing that the censor's excerpts would be written for them and crucify the prince on the pillar of sin.
But facing the prince directly, these people who only talk about being powerful but have never even killed a chicken can only tremble and then salute respectfully.
It's more than a little frustrating.
Of course, there are also courageous madmen who are unwilling to give in to the power of others, neither humble nor overbearing, with stubborn anger and condemnation in their eyes.
But that's the extent of it. If you really want to teach the prince a lesson, you must first be prepared to die.
Obviously, they all cherish their lives.
The prince's footsteps stopped on the fifth floor. On the fifth floor, where every door was supposed to have a sign, at this moment, there was actually a door without a sign.
Look at the place where the sign is listed. It's either newly demolished or it hasn't been put up yet, but the prince has already calmly opened the door and walked in.
The decoration of the tea room is simple and elegant. In addition to the tea table and chairs, the most eye-catching thing is the elongated table. The four treasures of the study are all of top quality.
The biggest purpose here is to facilitate literati to invite long-term gatherings to read poems and discuss lyrics.
The door facing the middle of the word Hui can be opened. Standing on the railing and looking down, you can have a panoramic view of the underground.
After the prince arrived, he walked around there for a while and then came back and sat down. He didn't drink tea, didn't talk, and took a nap with his eyes closed.
It is impossible for the prince to appear here for no reason. His posture is more like he is here to wait for something.
Qin Hua was thoughtful. She didn't care what the prince was going to do, but she was with the prince today and she didn't want to be implicated.
Shang Qingshu sat on one side and drank tea leisurely. Even at this time, the polite and gentle smile on his face never disappeared.
I really want to ask, aren’t you tired of laughing like this all the time?
Sensing Qin Hua's gaze, Shang Qingshu picked up the tea cup and nodded slightly, gesturing for Qin Hua to drink tea.
Qin Hua: "..."
The mask was so thick that it felt like there was a dummy sitting across from me.
After being quiet for a while, the noise below suddenly became more violent, wave after wave, as if it was about to overturn the roof.
Listen carefully, it turns out that someone has written a good article and is being read aloud.
Of course, who can appear here without two kilograms of ink in their stomach?
Soon, another amazing article came out. After reading it loudly, people on the fifth floor could hear it.
The topic proposed by the Qu family is very new and profound: As small as an ant is, a rat is huge; as small as a rat, man is huge; as small as a human, the heaven and earth are huge. Why do we think the heaven and earth are huge? Are all things in the world just dust?
This question is really philosophically profound and thought-provoking. It is worthy of being asked by a great Confucian family, and its depth of thought is hard to match.
And this kind of ethereal discussion of the world's great ways can arouse students' enthusiasm more than the affairs of the court. After all, there are no restrictions, and you can freely use your imagination on things beyond the world.
One after another outstanding articles were read aloud for everyone to evaluate.
If you have a shallow mind, really think about what is beyond the heaven and earth, the sun, the moon, the stars, and the vastness of the universe?
The sky and the earth are vast. What is the end of the sky and the end of the earth? How high is the sky and how deep is the sea?
The thought is deep, from the beginning of life, the birth of all things, to birth, old age, illness and death, after thousands of years, everything will become dust.
I have to say that when a group of people argue about these things, although most of them are nonsense, they can really come up with some novel opinions by pooling their opinions, which is much more interesting than the same script.
There are dozens of articles with similar views, but what I read later shows my personal literary skills, divergent thinking, quotations from classics, and gorgeous vocabulary. It really feels like a hundred flowers are blooming.
Qin Hua also studied, but he wrote a lot of miscellaneous books on military affairs. He read a lot of books, but he could not write articles as well as these people.
It is a pity that these literati are full of talents and claim to be polite and moral, but in fact they regard themselves as noble and arrogant.
I have read enough books, but I have forgotten how to be a human being.
The group of people underground looked at a man who looked like a human being, was well-educated, and studied literature deeply, but who knew what kind of beast was hidden under that gentle man's skin.
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