There seemed to be a shooting star rising in the darkening sky. In an instant, a cluster of bright fireworks bloomed over Wangyou Lake. Then more than ten rays of light suddenly appeared, and clusters of various types of fireworks rose into the sky. The sudden flashes of light drove
Disperse the darkness and let the light shine here.
"This is such a big deal."
Chu Ling stood in the car and happened to encounter this scene. The scene in front of her made Chu Ling sigh. The Wangyou Lake at night was now under the golden light. Looking around, various buildings were looming, and the black
Intertwined with white, it brings out the unique majesty of this royal garden.
At this moment, the continuous fireworks in the sky above Shangdu City disappeared, and in this dark night, only the dazzling fireworks bloomed in the sky above Wangyou Lake.
Dong Dong~
The deafening sound of drums sounded from nowhere, but I saw lights flashing from a distance in the area along the bank of Wangyou Lake, with orange-yellow lights flashing from a distance, vaguely in these flashes.
Under the fireworks, Chu Ling saw a figure swaying, and then, on the outskirts of Wangyou Lake, more than a dozen Chinese stages that were originally covered by darkness were suddenly illuminated by streaks of fire, and he saw graceful dancing girls.
, maintained their respective postures, and danced as the music played. At this moment, the crowd gathered outside Wangyou Lake became excited.
"This standard is too high."
Su Shisan, who was standing next to Chu Ling, was exposed to such an atmosphere, his eyes slightly opened, showing an expression of disbelief, "It's almost the Zhengdan Festival, how can a Wangyou Lake Poetry Recital be like this?"
It’s extravagant.”
"It seems that this Wangyou Lake Poetry Meeting has another mystery."
Jun Hanlin smiled half-heartedly, looked at Chu Ling and said, "Sir, I'm afraid that if there is no good feast, there will be no good party."
"I think so."
Chu Ling looked at the coachman who was moving the stool, "Brother, can you lead us out of Wangyou Lake?"
"ah?"
The coachman was stunned. Chu Ling's words made him not know what to say. This final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Contest was coveted by many talented people and they all wanted to participate. How come it was like this when it came to Chu Ling?
Already?
"Senior brother, are you worried about something?"
Yunchuan glanced around, frowned slightly, and said to Chu Ling: "This forgetfulness..."
"Little friend!!"
At this moment, Jiang Zhongzi, who was wearing a red robe, was seen walking towards Chu Ling's car with a smile, and waved to Chu Ling in a different manner.
"Is this Mr. Jiang?"
"Yes, that red robe is only worn by Guild Jiang. Am I dazzled?"
"What's wrong?"
"Mr. Jiang actually laughed."
"It's really fake..."
Not far away, outside a human wall composed of hundreds of armored warriors, many scholars were waiting. Some scholars in the front row felt a little different when they saw the scene in front of them.
That was Jiang Zhongzi. The name Jiang Tiemian was rumored in private. He had always had an eccentric temperament and an unruly temperament, but now he showed a smile, and he was still here at Wangyou Lake.
Who can make Jiang Zhongzi do this?
The identities of these scholars waiting in line, especially those at the front, are not simple. Most of them are students from the Imperial College and the Seventh College. Although they are here to watch tonight's Wangyou Lake Poetry Recital, they may be away from the final selection.
The location is still far away, but this does not hinder their desire to secretly compete with the selected primary leaders.
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second.
Who among the people who can be elected to the Imperial Academy and the seven major academies is not the pride of heaven? Who is not a little arrogant? Not to mention the prosperous cultural background of the Feng Dynasty.
"Mr. Jiang."
Chu Ling stepped out of the car, looked at Jiang Zhongzi, raised his hand and said in salute: "I'm afraid this Wangyou Lake Poetry Festival is not as simple as being jointly organized by the seven major academies, right?"
"Why do you say that?"
Jiang Zhongzi smiled lightly. When he said this, Jiang Zhongzi looked at Su Shisan beside him.
"teacher."
Su Shisan bowed respectfully and did not dare to look directly at Jiang Zhongzi.
"What a bad fate."
Jiang Zhongzi shook his head and said.
"Mr. Jiang, you haven't replied to my young master's words yet." Jun Hanlin folded his hands on his chest, looked at Jiang Zhongzi with a smile, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
"Let me go with you first."
Jiang Zhongzi glanced at Jun Hanlin, and then said to Chu Ling: "The final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Club is indeed not that simple, but it is also an opportunity."
Chance?
Chu Ling showed a smile. There were some things that she couldn't figure out before, but now she realized clearly that the Wangyou Lake Poetry Club was just a trap.
However, the excitement of this game is probably hidden in invisible places.
…
"Are all the seven leaders of the preliminary round of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Society here?" Huangfu Yunling sat quietly in a boat docked by the Wangyou Lake, looking at the old woman who walked in, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
"arrive."
The old woman bowed her head slightly and said: "The people from the seven major academies have all gone to welcome them on the painting boat, preparing to go to Babao Lake... But here at Zhaoyan Academy, those who are going are not ordinary people."
"Is it Jiang Zhongzi?"
Huangfu Yunling said with a smile but not a smile.
"yes."
The old woman nodded.
"It seems that Jiang Zhongzi was secretly fueling the trend in the past few days." Huangfu Yunling's eyes turned cold, and his tone was slightly unhappy, "They are all famous scholars all over the world, and they are so frank in doing things.
Regarding sex, does he really think that there are some things that individuals can change?"
"Madam, I want to..."
The old woman thought for a moment and bowed in salute.
"No need."
Huangfu Yunling waved her hands and said: "When this poetry meeting is over, Chu Ling will no longer have to live. If you dare to provoke the dignity of Duke Shun, you will have to pay a price."
The old woman was shocked.
Although she doesn't care whether Chu Ling is dead or alive, Chu Ling is very famous in Xanadu nowadays. He is not the same as when he first came to Shunguo Duke's mansion. If Chu Ling really wants to get rid of Chu Ling, she is afraid that Shun will be punished.
The Duke's Mansion is causing trouble.
"Don't worry, we don't need to take action in this matter."
Seeming to see the old woman's fright, Huangfu Yunling said indifferently: "Chu Ling is too arrogant. For Su Shisan, even Rongzhu's government dared to offend him. With Dugu Sheng's temperament, he will never give up. However,
...Regarding this matter, no news is allowed to reach Beiting. Anyone who dares to disobey will die."
"Here!"
The old woman suppressed her surprise and hurriedly bowed in response.
"Go down."
Huangfu Yunling lost interest in talking. In her position, looking at some things in the world, that is, overlooking the details of Shunguo Duke's mansion, it is unimaginable for ordinary people.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Chu Ling is a famous poetry immortal in Xanadu, an eclectic and relegated immortal, and has composed several amazing masterpieces that have been handed down from generation to generation, but so what?
Can poetry be eaten?
Can poetry be used as a facade?
Once you reach a certain level, the so-called talents are nothing more than servants.
In Huangfu Yunling's eyes, Chu Ling was still an ant, but a slightly larger one.
Even if Duke Shun's government didn't do anything about the engagement, just offending Rongzhu's government would be enough for him to be severely punished, even if Chu Ling had some relationship with the third princess.
"Old thief, the disciple you trained is as virtuous as you."
When Huangfu Yunling thought of this, a figure appeared in front of his eyes, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he muttered to himself, "It's just that the current Feng Chao is not the original Feng Chao."
Without that marriage certificate, Huangfu Yunling thought about recruiting Chu Ling into the palace of Duke Shun to help her husband. After all, he was the disciple taught by the old thief, but it was the marriage certificate that happened to be there. , and Chu Ling's attitude made Huangfu Yunling suppress him all the time.
Pa~
Fireworks bloomed outside the painting boat, but outside the room where Huangfu Yunling was staying, Li Kun showed a shocked expression. He suppressed the fear in his heart, tried hard to control his emotions, and left the place very lightly.
"How is it? How is it?"
Li Qian, who was on guard at the side, saw Li Kun coming back and hurriedly stepped forward to ask. However, before he could finish speaking, Li Kun reached out and covered his mouth.
"Woo~"
Li Qian stared, as if asking what happened to Li Kun, but Li Kun frowned and said, "Stop talking, we'll talk about it when we get back."
Um?
Li Qian had never seen Li Kun's demeanor before, which made him suspicious, but he didn't say anything anymore and followed Li Kun silently.
Bang bang~
The sound of fireworks rang in his ears, but Li Kun's mood was extremely explosive.
Grandma wants to kill Chu Ling.
My mother is hiding something from my father.
The words that Li Kun overheard shocked him too much. Before, he went with his brother to fight in the ring with Chu Ling or did other things. It was just to watch the fun.
Especially after knowing Chu Ling's talent, Li Kun even felt that Chu Ling and his sister were a good match. Origin doesn't mean everything, right?
But after hearing those words, Li Kun became suspicious and had more things on his mind. The final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition had not yet begun, but Li Kun wanted to leave this place.
Fireworks bloomed in the night sky. Li Kun stopped and looked at the blooming fireworks. He smiled, with self-mockery in the smile.
"Brother~"
Seeing Li Kun like this, Li Qian showed concern. He didn't know what Li Kun heard, but Li Kun's state really made him worried.
Isn't it just to eavesdrop on some of the final selections of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Club?
How come this happened?
Li Qian was puzzled.
…
"My son, what are you thinking about?"
Not far away, on a painting boat, facing the blowing wind, Liu Chengzhi lifted the sleeves of his robe, walked towards Liuchengfeng who was standing with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile on his face: "After coming to Wangyou Lake, for Father found that you were absent-minded, but why are you troubled?"
"Father."
Liu Chengfeng, who was in a daze, hurriedly bowed to Liu Chengzhi and saluted.
"Haha, it doesn't have to be like this."
Liu Chengzhi smiled and waved his hands: "What you do at home is what you do outside. My father is a rough man and doesn't care about these things."
"Son... I am indeed a little troubled."
Liu Chengfeng sighed softly, looked at Liu Chengzhi and said.
"oh?"
Liu Chengzhi raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a faint smile, "Can you tell me as a father?"
"Father...why did you say this Wangyou Lake Poetry Contest was held?"
Liu Chengfeng's expression became serious, "Also...why did Your Majesty create the Black Bird Division and ask the third princess to take charge? Is there any connection between the two?"
The smile on Liu Chengzhi's face disappeared, he looked around, then reached out and patted Liu Chengfeng's shoulder.
"Son, how can anything in the royal family be so simple?"
Liu Chengzhi thought for a moment and then said: "Father can't help you with the doubts you mentioned, because they involve some things that even if father knows, he can't tell them.
But the doubts in your heart, if you observe carefully at the next Wangyou Lake Poetry Meeting, I believe you can solve some of them."
"What Father means is..."
Liu Chengfeng thought of something and subconsciously looked up at Liu Chengzhi, but before he could say anything, he saw his father shaking his head.
"Just understand it in your heart."
Liu Chengzhi smiled slightly and said: "Come on, smile. I, the son of the Liu family, have always been proud. When the final election begins, my father will take you to meet some old guys."
"Here."
Liu Chengfeng immediately responded with cupped fists.
…
By the bank of Wangyou Lake, the Zhaoyan Academy opened its painting boat.
"Brother Chu, don't you want to ask the teacher about the situation?" The wind blew gently, and the clothes Su Shisan was wearing were swaying. At this moment, Su Shisan was staring at Chu Ling who was admiring the beautiful scenery, and said anxiously:
"Now I feel more and more that this final election is not as simple as I thought at the beginning. If Brother Chu doesn't want to participate, I can..."
"Can what?"
Chu Ling smiled slightly, looked at Su Shisan and said, "Let Mr. Jiang come forward and say that Zhaoyan Academy is in the Wangyou Lake Poetry Association's preliminary election. Will the selected leader withdraw from the final election?"
"Brother Su, you are oversimplifying things."
Jun Hanlin on the side said with a half-smile: "I have no intention of denying Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang is indeed a world-famous scholar and has a high status in Zhaoyan Academy, but is there some things that he can decide?
"
"I……"
Su Shisan frowned.
He knew what Chu Ling meant, and he also knew what Jun Hanlin meant. If some things were really as he thought, then the matter with Rongzhu's government would not have bothered Chu Ling.
"Okay, don't think about these things."
Seeing Su Shisan like this, Chu Ling waved his hands with a smile and said: "Since we are all here and are going to participate in the final election of Wangyou Lake, let's keep a good attitude. People, don't be scared by unknown things.
, many things are caused by thinking too much, otherwise the world would not be so complicated.
Look at how good they look when they smile. Sometimes, we still have to smile more, just like Yannian did. Chu thinks it's pretty good."
As he said that, Chu Ling looked to the side and saw Xiang Yannian lying on the ship's rail. His eyes were wide open, looking at the fireworks blooming in the sky and the various scenery in the distance. Xiang Yannian looked at everything in front of him.
Yannian was always curious, and would smile and talk to Yunchuan from time to time, which even made Yunchuan feel better.
"Actually, it's good not to grow up."
Jun Hanlin stood with his hands behind his hands and followed Chu Ling's gaze. When he saw this scene, he smiled and shook his head and said, "Sometimes I envy this little guy."
"yes."
Su Shisan felt something at this moment, "It's good not to grow up."
"Haha, don't feel so sad here."
Chu Ling smiled and shook her head, "What we miss is just that feeling. It has nothing to do with age. It's just that we come into contact with more people and have more things to do. Gradually, that feeling will never come back. Let's go."