Chapter 64 The first snow in winter, the time of engagement
The news of Zhao Xiaole's demotion came as quietly as the first snowfall since the beginning of winter.
In the warm pavilion of Chunfeng Tower.
This has always been a gathering place for literati.
Today, the Nuan Pavilion was also surprisingly lively.
"Come on, come on, let's raise a glass together and welcome Brother Huang to our Qinglu Academy!"
"Thank you, thank you all!"
Huang Qian also blushed with excitement and quickly stood up to thank him.
Today is the day when Qinglu Academy releases the admission list.
Fortunately, he was among them.
"Um, by the way, Brother Huang, I'd like to take the liberty to ask, I heard that this year you also held a Bamboo Forest Poetry Competition, and the winner can directly enter the academy."
"Who is this leader?"
After drinking for three rounds, everyone started chatting away.
A scholar wearing a blue brocade cotton coat suddenly grabbed Huang Qian and asked.
Everyone nearby also immediately cast curious glances.
"Yes! We also want to know who this leader is! Brother Huang, just tell us!"
"Brother Huang, don't be angry. We just want to know who wrote this poem and want to get to know each other. No offense intended!"
"That's right, the person who can write 'Zhilan has beautiful hair, and his sword and sword are flying across the clouds' must be a talented person with a big heart. We all want to get acquainted with him!"
"Brother Huang..."
Looking at the pairs of curious eyes in front of him, Huang Qian felt a little scared. He shrank his neck and said: "This person is indeed talented and has extraordinary abilities. He can win because of his ability. How can Huang be angry?"
Having said this, he paused, glanced at everyone and said, "Actually, you all know this person, he is none other than the popular person next to His Royal Highness, Zhao Xiaole!"
"What?"
"Did he write this poem?"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
"How can Zhao Xiaole write such a powerful poem despite his uneducated appearance?"
"Brother Huang, even if you don't want to say it, there's no need to lie to me and wait, right?"
Suddenly, a pair of angry eyes stared at Huang Qian.
Obviously, they all felt that Huang Qian was lying to them.
Huang Qian also looked aggrieved and said: "How could Mr. Huang lie to you? If you don't believe it, there are classmates who were there that day. Just ask and you will know!"
Seeing Huang Qian's determined look, everyone couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
Could it be that this poem was really written by Zhao Xiaole?
How can this be.
They immediately called several of Huang Qian's classmates to inquire.
Those people also had helpless faces.
The reason why they were unwilling to mention this matter was because Zhao Xiaole was an eunuch!
They were from a scholarly family, but they lost to a eunuch in a poetry competition. This was not a glorious thing at all.
So in front of outsiders, they basically keep it secret.
Therefore, although this poem has been circulated, many people do not know who the original author is.
But now that so many people are watching, how can they dare to say that they don't know?
He could only nod slowly and said: "Brother Huang is right, this poem was really written by Zhao Xiaole."
"boom!"
Hearing these words, everyone felt as if a thunder had exploded in their ears.
His face was full of disbelief.
Is this poem really written by Zhao Xiaole?
How can this be!
Everyone gritted their teeth and still didn't believe it: "Aside from fighting, drinking wine and playing with women, what else does Zhao Xiaole do on weekdays? How could he write such a poem?"
"I think he probably stole this poem!"
"Yes, he must have stolen it. How can I be inferior to a eunuch after studying poetry and books for more than ten years?"
Faced with these self-deceptive words, Huang Qian shook his head helplessly.
But he can understand it.
On the one hand, these people have been bullied by Zhao Xiaole to some extent, and they definitely don't want to admit that he can be so powerful.
On the other hand, what they are most proud of is their knowledge of poetry and calligraphy. If they cannot even compare with Zhao Xiaole, how can they claim to be literati?
Thinking of this, Huang Qian couldn't help but admire Zhao Xiaole's cleverness.
Being able to disguise himself so that everyone looks down on him is a very powerful ability in itself.
"Although I don't understand why Mr. Zhao did this, I believe that the person who can write 'Zhilan has beautiful hair, and the sword is full of clouds' will not be a good-for-nothing dude like they say!"
"I think Mr. Zhao is a very sophisticated person, but he is also very sincere in his treatment of others!"
Thinking of his brief time with Zhao Xiaole, a smile appeared on Huang Qian's face.
"Haha, speaking of Zhao Xiaole, I wonder if you have heard of something?"
Just when everyone was trying their best to deny Zhao Xiaole, a scholar suddenly asked with a face filled with gloating.
As soon as everyone saw his appearance, they knew what this kid had planned, and they quickly urged: "Speak quickly, speak quickly, don't show off here!"
The man was pushed for a while, so he could only put away his little thoughts and smiled at everyone: "During dinner this morning, I heard my father said that Zhao Xiaole seems to be demoted from the capital!"
"Um?"
"Isn't this possible?"
"Zhao Xiaole is a popular person around the prince. Will he be demoted from the capital?"
At this time, a man next to him who didn't speak much nodded and said, "I seem to have heard this from my family members too!"
"That's right, I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after hearing what you said, I seem to have heard my grandpa say this too!"
Several people with high-ranking officials in their families also agreed.
This made everyone smile happily immediately.
"Hahaha, if this is really true, then we really have to celebrate!"
"Yes, yes, we finally have one less scourge in the capital."
"Come on, come on, let's have a drink to celebrate Zhao Xiaole's downfall!"
"Hahaha... come on!"
Everyone immediately burst into laughter.
I really resent Zhao Xiaole too much.
So when I heard about his downfall, I was immediately overjoyed.
Huang Qian could not understand their happiness.
Came to the window alone.
Look down.
Just then, I saw a joy band suddenly approaching from the distance.
They were playing gongs and drums and were very happy.
On the shoulders of those people, they also carried fruits and snacks, delicacies from mountains and seas, gold, silver, jade, silk and so on.
Not only that, there is also a wild goose placed on the gift box!
But the most eye-catching thing is that at the front of the celebration team is a man riding a tall horse.
"Who is getting married? Making such a big fuss?"
Others were also attracted by the movement and leaned out of the windows to watch.
Seeing this scene, the man on the big horse also smiled to himself, cupped his hands at the people who were leaning out to watch on both sides of the street, and said with a smile:
"Everyone, today is the engagement day between me, Zhao Xiaole, and Qin Sining, the president of the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce. You are welcome to come and celebrate!"
He waved, and the boys on both sides immediately started throwing red envelopes to everyone.
It caused a burst of exclamations and laughter in the street.
