After leaving Feng Yixuan, the two of them wandered around the streets and alleys aimlessly for half an afternoon, harvesting countless gadgets during the period. Of course, Feng Zhige would not take the initiative to buy these gadgets, it was Feng Mingxiang who thought that Feng Zhige would like to buy them on his own.

At the beginning of the Chongwu Wenhui, Feng Zhige and the two of them went shopping until the beginning of the unitary period, and then went to Zhiweixuan for dinner, and then went to Fengming Pavilion while taking a walk to eat.

In any place where there is a Fengming Pavilion, the address of the Fengming Pavilion is well known.

In Huzhou City, Fengming Pavilion is located in the upper reaches of the most famous Shili Lotus Embankment.

No matter where the Fengming Pavilion is located, it is the same spacious four-story wooden building, and the first to third floors are open to the literati and students who come here, but the fourth floor is never open to the public, and legend has it that it is the space left by the owner of the Fengming Pavilion for himself.

However, this legend has never been recognized by Fengming Pavilion.

The whole building is in the shape of a gossip, and the first to third floors are fully open structures like pavilions, as long as all the doors and windows are opened, no matter where they sit, people can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Shili Lotus Embankment from different angles.

The sky is getting darker, and a shallow moth eyebrow moon hangs in the sky, sprinkling a faint light to the world. At this time, it is the height of summer, the various varieties of lotus flowers in the ten miles of lotus embankment have bloomed almost half, the lotus flowers that bloom fade away in the white day under the cold moonlight, there is a kind of seductive enchantment when dancing lightly with the breeze, and then smell the breeze to send the gust of elegant lotus fragrance, it is not an exaggeration to call it a grand scene in the world.

Because of the Chongwu Literary Meeting, Youzheng Fang arrived, and Fengming Pavilion was already boiling. Some of these people are literati students who are going to participate in the literary meeting, dozens or five literati who appreciate each other get together to guess which talented person in today's literary society will write what kind of amazing poems and essays, and some are purely here to join in the fun, discussing with people who are familiar with them or who have just met each other which student has the most style.

For a time, this large area centered on Fengming Pavilion presented a lively and extraordinary scene.

Considering the inconvenience of upstairs and downstairs, tonight's Chongwu Wenhui is located on the first floor of Fengming Pavilion, and when Feng Zhige and a few people arrived, all the tables and chairs on the first floor have been removed, and they have been replaced with a long strip-shaped table covered with a clean tablecloth, and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone have already been placed on the table. Xu was afraid that there would be too many people participating in the meeting, and even a lot of the same long tables were set up in the large open space outside Fengming Pavilion.

Walking around the crowd, half an hour passed quickly, and as soon as the first day of the new year arrived, the lively crowd quieted down at the same time as if hearing the command.

A thin old man walked out of the crowd, and before the old man could speak, the crowd, which had been quiet, suddenly made a noise as if they had seen something terrible.

"Old Xu!" This is the cry of surprise to most people.

"Teacher? I didn't hear the teacher say that I was going to participate in the Chongwu Literary Meeting. This was Feng Mingxiang's surprised voice.

"Xu Qingsong." Under the noise of the crowd, Feng Zhige's determined voice was almost inaudible.

After being surprised, a middle-aged scribe not far from the old man bowed respectfully to the old man, "Old Xu, why are you here?" I heard what my father said, you have been in poor health recently, and you should be well raised, and it is not appropriate to blow the wind and cold outside, why don't you send you back? ”

The old man known as "Xu Lao" laughed when he heard this, waved his hand and said, "Don't get in the way, if you don't move for a long time, this old bone is about to rust." This time it is to come out and walk casually, just in time for the Chongwu Literary Meeting, if you don't mind, the old man will have the cheekiness to preside over this literary meeting? ”

He was old, his hair was gray, and even his well-trimmed beard was dyed snow-colored. He was wearing a green shirt, his figure was not majestic, and he even looked a little thin because of his age, but the whole person looked energetic, especially if a pair of eyes seemed to be able to perceive a qiē, and people with filthy hearts might not be able to be calmly watched by these eyes.

When he stood still, his not tall figure was particularly tall because of his majestic and proud bones, and the first thing that came to people's minds was a green pine that stood quietly on the cliff in the rain and snow without fear of the cold.

Xu Qingsong, as his name suggests.

Hearing Xu Lao say that he was going to preside over this Chongwu Literary Meeting, the literati present were pleasantly surprised, especially when Xu Lao said that the color of this Chongwu Literary Conference was his own calligraphy and painting. Although calligraphy and painting can only choose one, but Xu Lao is recognized by the world's scholars as "calligraphy and painting", and Xu Lao has rarely started to write since he returned to seclusion, his old man's ink treasure is a luxury for ordinary people to even look at it, this time to have the opportunity to get one of them is already a great luck, if you still want to have both, I am afraid that the readers present will not agree to it.

Because of the color head promised by Xu Lao, it was originally just a Chongwu literary meeting of the nature of communication between literati, but this time there was more anger, there was no way, Xu Lao's calligraphy and painting everyone wanted, but only the winner could have it. But because of this, presumably the excitement of this cultural meeting will inevitably be far better than before.

And when many literati were overjoyed and ready to show their skills, Feng Zhige took a deep look at the old man who was still standing straight despite his old age through the crowd, and then took Mama Li and the two maids to quietly stay away from the crowd while Feng Mingxiang was not paying attention.

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on Xu Qingsong, who appeared unexpectedly, so Feng Zhige and the others did not attract anyone's attention when they walked up the stairs.

"I didn't expect to see him here." Mama Li said, the "he" mentioned in the words is naturally Xu Qingsong who she just met, "When the slave maid came to Huzhou City, she also heard that he lived in seclusion here, but when she heard that he no longer saw outsiders except for the newly accepted closed disciples, she didn't bother him." ”

Feng Zhige said softly.

Xu Qingsong was a great Confucian in the world, and he was already famous all over the world before the previous dynasty was destroyed. At the end of the previous dynasty, Xu Qingsong had admonished the emperor of the previous dynasty many times, but the emperor of the previous dynasty was mediocre, and even was angered by Xu Qingsong's too upright advice many times.

Later, the Dawu Dynasty was established, and Xu Qingsong's literati temperament made him reluctant to serve the new dynasty, and he was disheartened and ready to return to his hometown. At that time, the Dawu Dynasty was not popular among the literati, and these literati were headed by Xu Qingsong, if Xu Qingsong really went into hiding, I am afraid that most literati would make the same decision.

Wen'an world, Wuding Qiankun.

At that time, the Dawu Dynasty, which was founded at the beginning, was indeed defeated by a cadre of military generals, but when it comes to governing the country, it still has to be those literati who have a sour and rotten atmosphere in the eyes of military generals. If these literati led by Xu Qingsong are really allowed to leave, I am afraid that the newly established Dawu Dynasty will have to face the embarrassing situation of no one available.

Therefore, whether it is out of buying people's hearts or for the stability of the Dawu Dynasty, Zhao Tiannan, who has just ascended the throne, will definitely leave Xu Qingsong behind.

However, Xu Qingsong's bones are indeed hard enough, even Zhao Tiannan, the emperor's honor, failed to invite him to move him, and in the end, it was Han Su who went to talk to him for a long time before he could be regarded as moving.

Unexpectedly, twenty years later, the two people who had a long talk at the beginning will have the day when they don't know each other.

Thank you Mr. Leyuan for the peace charm~

PS: The weather is getting colder, and it is snowing heavily in the north in the news, so please pay attention to the cold