Xu Hanliang organized the newly written manuscript and put it aside.
The young lady put down the grinding rod she was grinding and walked over.
"The Palace of Eternal Life".
Xu Hanliang originally wanted to write "The Peony Pavilion", but because it was not suitable for the times, he changed it to "The Palace of Eternal Life".
I originally thought it would be a way to relieve my boredom, but I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise.
"You take a look at it first. If the bookseller comes again, you can sell the book at 50/50."
Xu Hanliang looked at Zhimiang and said with a smile.
Of course, I could only sell the copy, and originally I wanted to keep it.
In front of the young mother's eyes, this is not a book, it is simply a stack of money.
Looking at the young girl who was obsessed with money, Xu Hanliang touched her head lovingly.
Of course, Xu Hanliang still doesn’t know the stormy waves this book will bring to him.
When it got dark, Xu Hanliang got up and headed to the Red Mansion.
The West Lake was already overcrowded.
In addition to the vendors selling things and the idle people watching the excitement, many ladies from wealthy families also gathered here, hoping to find a suitable husband.
The nine painted boats have been connected together, forming a beautiful scenery on the West Lake.
The dragon and lion dance team walked through the street, and some children jumped behind the team, which was very lively.
On the boat, enchanting figures seemed to be waiting for everyone to arrive.
It is said that today someone has invited the best Qinghuan people in Bianliang to add interest to this poetry meeting.
Even the red waiters on the ship are mostly proficient in poetry, poetry and poetry.
Many people were extremely happy after being selected.
I fantasize about being able to find out that I will be valued by a certain talented person, redeem my body, and sit in a high palace from now on, without having to worry about the troubles of this world, just like what happened in the rumors.
"Brother Ziyu."
Li Zhongwen didn't know when the cat came behind Xu Hanliang and shouted.
"Brother Zhongwen, are you also coming to participate in this Ninth Academy Poetry Recital?"
Xu Hanliang's face lit up, thinking that he finally had someone to accompany him.
Upon hearing this, Li Zhongwen scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I don't have that ability, but I can encourage you, Brother Han Liang, on the shore."
Those who can board the ship can rank among the top ten in at least one academy.
At least someone with some talent and reputation, ordinary people simply don't have this opportunity.
The poetry meeting has not yet begun, but Xu Hanliang and Li Zhongwen started chatting under the boat.
Many people also said hello after seeing Xu Hanliang.
Whether it's that righteous song or the recently written "The Romance of the West Chamber", Xu Hanliang became famous.
These less famous scholars naturally wanted to come and hang out.
"Brother Ziyou, long time no see."
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Xu Hanliang turned his head and looked.
I found that Li Gang was walking towards here with a group of young people, and greeted him warmly.
Seeing the future great talent greeting him, Xu Hanliang responded with his hand: "I have long heard that there are many talented people in this poetry club, but I didn't expect that Brother Uncle Ji was also here."
Li Gang had kept Xu Hanliang in his heart since the last time they said goodbye.
Whether it was those words or the extremely delicious MSG, they all attracted him.
Now that we meet again, I have also heard of "The Romance of the West Chamber", but I don't have time to read it.
The two of them happened to have nothing to do, so they started talking.
"Hey, why are you here?"
A sharp voice sounded, like a eunuch.
Xu Hanliang turned around and his eyes met Hou Gu behind him.
Looking at this big face full of flesh, Xu Hanliang was frightened and took a few steps back.
"Mr. Hou, what a coincidence."
Xu Hanliang said pretending that nothing happened.
"You should have come here to watch the excitement, right? For you stupid people, since you have no chance to board this boat, if you come to see the excitement, you can probably imbibe some of my talent."
Compared to Xu Hanliang's indifference, Mr. Hou obviously has not forgotten the hatred from last time.
"Maybe, I also want to see Mr. Hou making a show of himself on the boat."
Xu Hanliang chuckled.
When Hou Gu heard this, he was somewhat satisfied, and he immediately started boasting: "It's a pity, you can only watch from the shore. I heard today is a gathering of talents. Have you heard about Li Boji? Li Boji and I also have a friendship.
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As soon as he said this, Li Gang's face looked a little confused.
When the talented people around Li Gang saw his expression, they knew that the two of them had never met, let alone had any friendship.
"Brother, when did I meet you?"
Li Gang slowly raised his hands and asked doubtfully.
When Hou Gu heard this, he didn't react for a moment.
Seeing him standing with Xu Hanliang, I just thought he was some poor scholar: "You want to get acquainted with me? Forget it, only a talented man like Brother Bo Ji is worthy of discussing Taoism with me."
This sentence made Li Gang feel a little sweaty, and he slowly said: "To be honest, my name is Li Gang, whose name is Boji."
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Seeing Hou Gu running away in despair made the talented people around him burst into laughter.
It can be said that Hou Gu's face was really lost in Changshu.
"Open the boat."
On the boat, after a loud shout, all the talented people boarded the boat one after another.
These nine painted boats accommodate a total of ninety talents from the nine academies.
On the red building in the distance, the entire second and third floors have been taken over.
From the top of the Red Building, you can have an unobstructed view of the scene below.
On the second floor, there are the chiefs of various academies.
According to the position of the mountain leader in last year's poetry meeting, Su Yanming could only be ranked last.
At this time, Su Yanming could only lower his head, wondering if he would be able to have a talented person this year to give himself a chance.
On the third floor, there were several court elders or civil servants, including the magistrate of Changshu County.
But compared to those elders in the court, the county magistrate can only be ranked last.
The leader is none other than Fan Lao Fan Zhengping.
Mr. Fan was sitting next to the carved wooden window, staring closely at the cruise ship below.
"The traitor you mentioned is just a student?"
An old man beside Mr. Fan straightened his beard and chuckled.
"Although he is a student, he is an experienced chess player. He is exactly the traitor. I wonder how the traitor will perform today."
Mr. Fan took a sip of wine and smiled lightly.
"To be able to write that majestic and righteous poem must be of great literary talent, but it's a pity that it's just a broken sentence."
The old man on the side admired secretly.
"Have you heard anything about him?"
Mr. Fan was a little surprised.
"Do you know why the quality of the dishes in my Red Mansion has been so improved?"
The old man asked back.
"This." Mr. Fan was stunned for a moment, then said immediately: "Isn't this the work of that boy?"