The "swishing" sound of maple leaves hitting each other is even more crisp and sweet.
"What a nice view!"
On the mountain path.
A carriage moved forward slowly.
In the carriage.
The two maids looked at the scenery outside the window, their expressions a little dull for a moment.
Zhao Xiaole put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at the maple forest outside the window. He couldn't help but feel refreshed and relaxed.
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly softly chanted: "Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there is a home deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frosty moon is as red as the February flowers."
"What a nice view!"
Hongni couldn't help but said in a daze: "Your poems are more beautiful than this maple leaf forest."
"It would be great if we could live here for a long time!"
The green ants also have some admiration.
Zhao Xiaole laughed and said: "No matter how beautiful the scenery is, you will feel bored after seeing it thousands of times."
"The ancients said, 'You can only look at it from a distance, but you can't play with it'. The truth is that the beautiful scenery here can only be viewed from a distance, but you can't play with it!"
The two maids nodded together, Hong Ni looked at Zhao Xiaole with admiration and said, "My lord, you look so scholarly today!"
"Yeah?"
Zhao Xiaole twisted his beardless chin.
"Yes, yes!"
Green Ant nodded repeatedly and said: "I feel that even those talented people from Qinglu Academy cannot compose the poem that your Excellency just did!"
Zhao Xiaole smiled.
In his previous life, he always liked to read Tang poetry and Song lyrics.
It’s not about how much he loves literature, but when he’s showing off to brag with others, he doesn’t act like he’s the quintessence of the Chinese nation when he opens his mouth!
While they were chatting, they were already halfway up the mountain.
The scenery here turned into a green.
Although it is late autumn, the bamboo forest here is still full of green, with only the gullies of green bamboo showing a touch of golden color.
This is the "gold inlaid bamboo" that literati highly praised!
"Stop, there is a poetry meeting here today. If you want to have fun, please go elsewhere!"
At this moment, several tall and thick servants came out of the bamboo forest. Looking at their clothes, it was obvious that they were servants from wealthy families in the capital.
Although they spoke with emotion, their expressions were unruly and their tone of voice was unkind, and they obviously did not mean much politeness.
Suzaku sat at the front of the car and looked at the group of people with cold eyes.
As long as Zhao Xiaole gives an order, he will press them all to the ground and rub them.
But obviously Zhao Xiaole did not mean this. Instead, he was holding a folding fan, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and looking very noble. He looked like a noble prince from the capital.
He pointed at the cloud pattern on the car and immediately cursed angrily: "If you are blind, how dare you stop the driver of Dong Palace?"
"What? East Palace?"
Hearing this, the group of people were immediately startled.
They didn't notice the cloud patterns on the carriage at all just now. They just saw that the carriage had no entourage. Even if it was not for pleasure, it was definitely not from a wealthy family.
But I didn’t expect that this person’s background would be so big!
In an instant, the sweat dropped from the forehead of the leading servant. He immediately changed his expression and hurriedly bowed and said: "It turns out to be the lord of the East Palace. I am blind and blind. I bumped into the lord. Please forgive me!"
"snort!"
Zhao Xiaole didn't bother to argue with such a little person and shouted directly: "Go away!"
"yes!"
The group of slaves quickly got out of the way.
After Zhao Xiaole's carriage had gone far, the leader wiped the sweat from his hands, took a deep look at the carriage, turned to the others and said, "You guys stay here and I will report to the Young Master myself!"
"Sir, what did that group of people say about the poetry meeting just now? Are you here to participate in the poetry meeting?"
In the carriage, Hong Ni was waiting with big watery eyes and asked.
Zhao Xiaole nodded, held her chin with the folding fan in his hand and said, "If I participate in a poetry competition, where do you think I will get?"
Hongni suddenly blushed with embarrassment, lowered his head slightly and said, "With your poetic talent, I will surely defeat all the talented people and win the first place!"
"Hahaha, that's good, I'll say more in the future!"
Zhao Xiaole couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.
While they were talking and laughing, the carriage followed the bamboo forest path and came to a stream.
There are hundreds of gorgeous and luxurious carriages parked here, but compared with Zhao Xiaole's carriage, they are obviously a lot smaller.
So when Zhao Xiaole's carriage came over, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Hey, isn't that the car of an official from the East Palace? Why are you here? Has His Highness the Crown Prince also gotten the news?"
"I think 80% of the time, yes, but as the Crown Prince, does he need to send people to Qinglu Academy through this method?"
"Hmph, do you think His Highness the Crown Prince can do whatever he wants? Not to mention Your Highness the Crown Prince, even Your Majesty will not forcefully force people into Qinglu Academy!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems that if we want to be the leader of the poetry club this time, it will be more difficult to be recommended to enter Qinglu Academy."
"Well, if I could enter Qinglu Academy, my father wouldn't be so worried..."
In the carriage, Zhao Xiaole suddenly had a thought when he heard people talking outside.
"So that's what the letter said!"
Zhao Xiaole gradually showed a thoughtful look on his face, "Judging from the above content, that person seems to have reached a deal with the other party, and he wants to recommend the other party's people to enter Qinglu Academy."
"But in this case, we must ensure that that person can definitely win the title of this poetry meeting!"
"This means that as long as I keep an eye on the person who obtained the leadership, I can find out who is behind the plot to frame the prince!"
Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaole's eyes became extremely bright, and a hint of joy flashed through him.
But at this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded next to Zhao Xiaole's carriage, "Haha, can even eunuchs know how to compose poetry now?"
Hearing this, a trace of gloom flashed across Zhao Xiaole's face. He looked over and saw a wealthy young man dressed as a Confucian scholar and with a gloomy face standing by the stream.
Seeing Zhao Xiaole at this moment, his eyes immediately revealed a look of surprise.
"He's not dead yet?"
Liu Qingtian originally thought that this carriage looked familiar, so he wanted to test it to see who was driving the East Palace carriage.
Unexpectedly, the person who came out of the carriage was actually Zhao Xiaole.
This made him shocked and said: "Shouldn't he be dead now? Why is he still here? Is it because I haven't given enough benefits?"
He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
That "Yi Jin Jing" was also obtained by him after all the hard work. Is it going to be wasted now?
Zhao Xiaole looked at him with an increasingly cold look.
This guy wanted to pay for his own murder before, and now he comes to provoke him again. It seems that the previous lesson was not enough!
Immediately, I had the urge to go up and educate him.
But at a glance, he saw the slap mark that still remained on Liu Qingtian's face, and couldn't help but sneered: "Haha, Liu Qingtian, do you think the slap you received that day was not hard enough?"
