It's like a joke, just after it was finished, it caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Jing Zhe was not angry, "I rely on my poems!" ”

"Your poems?"

The scholar glanced at him, "With your brain, can you still make poetry?" ”

After saying that, everyone laughed again.

"You insult me so much, be careful that I don't participate in the poetry meeting."

"Hahaha!"

It was as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and the scholar couldn't hold back anymore and laughed heartily.

"I beg you not to participate!"

Every year at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, there will be countless readers in the city of Jingzhou, not only local scholars in Beijing, but also a few people from other places.

So there is no more of him, and no less of him, the scholar directly ridiculed.

"Well, you drove me away!"

Saying that, Jing Zhe pulled Zhang Xiaoyu to leave, and Zhang Xiaoyu was even more dazed: Why did he leave before he went in to participate in the poetry meeting and won the first name?

"Let's go, let's go!"

The scholar was not afraid of him at all and continued to taunt.

"Okay, if someone asks why Ah Kun didn't come to the poetry meeting—"

Then Jing Zhe pointed at the scholar, "You said that he drove it away!" ”

“……”

After saying this, Jing Zhe really raised his feet and walked out.

……

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and immediately had an epiphany.

If you say that the most famous talent in Jingzhou City is none other than Song Jimao, the son of Song University scholars, and under Song Jimao, it is Chen Jiannan, a talented man in Yongzhou who they slipped around just now.

But in the past few days, there is one person who is more popular than them, and even defeated both of them in one song, this person is Ah Kun!

This Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, to put it bluntly, is actually how the talented sons of Anguo resist the poetry meeting of the three princes of Southern Qi, if they lose, not only will the Duke of Mochen marry Nanqi, but even the face of all the scholars in Anguo will be lost.

And above the court, Song Baiyun admitted to his face that Song Jimao was not the opponent of the three princes of Southern Qi, and Emperor An pinned all his hopes on this prince of Ah Kun - of course, the status of these two scholars was very low, otherwise they would not have come to do this kind of work, they had only heard about it.

And Emperor An also summoned this Ah Kun son alone...

Therefore, Gongzi Kun's position at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference today is very important, and it is not something that a scholar like them can offend.

Seeing that Jing Zhe was about to squeeze into the crowd, the two scholars glanced at each other and rushed out.

"Ah Kun Gongzi can't go!"

"The two of us have eyes and don't know Taishan, if we offend Ah Kun Gongzi by speaking, I hope Gongzi won't be surprised!"

“……”

In front of so many scholars, the two scholars personally performed "The Birth of a Licking Dog", and they paid more attention to their official positions or small lives than rubbing their faces on the ground.

In case because Prince Ah Kun can't participate in the poetry meeting, the three princes of Southern Qi will win a big victory, and Emperor An will blame him, and they won't be able to cut off a few more heads!

"Didn't you drive me away?"

Jing Zhe turned his head and looked at them with a smile.

"It's because we're blind and don't know Ah Kun Gongzi!"

"If you know it's a childe, you'll let in without saying a word!"

Jing Zhe glanced at the two of them, thinking that bullying the soft and afraid of the hard was vividly displayed in them.

He didn't have the heart to make more plans with this kind of little minion, so he snorted coldly and took Zhang Xiaoyu into the Immortal Garden.

……

Today's Wuxian Garden is slightly different from the last time I came, there are small colorful lanterns hanging everywhere in the building, fluttering in the wind, but there are not many people in the hall at this time, and it seems a little deserted.

Jing Zhe asked someone else, only to know that the talents who came in had gone to the backyard, and the first of today's poetry contest was in the osmanthus forest in the backyard.

The first competition?

Is there more than one?

Jing Zhe wanted to ask again, but the man was obviously busy, and ran away after answering the first question.

So Jing Zhe and Zhang Xiaoyu walked directly into the back courtyard from the back door of the hall.

The pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard are lined up one after another, the garden rockery is faint, and in the middle of the courtyard is a large open osmanthus forest, which is full of all kinds of osmanthus trees, there are different varieties such as golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus, and red osmanthus.

Now it is the golden autumn festival, the pearl Ying Qiong tree, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, the fragrance floats for several miles, refreshing people's hearts, at this time the full moon in the sky is bright, the faint white halo pours down, to all kinds of osmanthus intertwined, a good scenery at the end.

"Childe, look!"

Zhang Xiaoyu is also here for the first time, looking at the osmanthus trees full of golden and tiny flowers, dotted with delicate red leaves, the mood is all better, pulling a spike of osmanthus in front of him, smiling and shouting Jing Zhe.

Seeing this scene, Jing Zhe was a little distracted.

In the vague memory, a huge osmanthus tree was planted in the old house in Jingzhou, because Jing Zhe was too small at that time, every golden autumn season, several sisters climbed to the tree, shaking the branches, Jing Zhe stood under the tree, and his body would be full of osmanthus rain in an instant.

At that time, he also promised his sisters that when he grew up, he would shake an osmanthus rain for each of his sisters.

But the good times didn't last long, it didn't take long for him to move to Pengzhou, and the original promise became empty words, in the yard of Pengzhou, Jing Wenmao also planted a laurel tree, whenever the flowering season, Jing Zhe could only sigh alone, no one could shake.

"Childe..."

Zhang Xiaoyu thought that Jing Zhe was stunned by herself, the fragrance of flowers was swaying, the girl was emotional, and her voice became a little coquettish.

And Jing Zhe came back to his senses immediately by her shout, and there was a faint sadness in his heart, and he didn't notice the style of the girl in front of him, looking at the crowd gathered in the distance, and said lightly.

"Let's go and have a look!"

After saying that, he walked away.

"Oh..."

Zhang Xiaoyu bit her lip, her eyes glowed with starlight, and she followed closely.

……

Directly in front of the crowd, there is a row of long tables and seats.

On either side of the seat, several people are seated.

The only thing Jing Zhe knew was Emperor An, and the two young men in gorgeous robes sitting next to him looked a little like him, they should be the crown prince and King Xiang.

Su Xinping, the prince of the Jin Dynasty, also came, but he didn't even get a seat, and stood like Jing Zhe, but he stood behind Emperor An's side, looking very miserable.

Sitting on the other side was also a young man, with a majestic and dignified appearance, only a little worse than him.

Seeing that he exudes a villain aura all over his body, it should be the third prince of Nanqi.

In front of the crowd, there were three people sitting, Zhu Xinning was in the middle, and the two old men were sitting on both sides, one looked seven or eight points similar to Song Jimao, and the other was wearing an official robe, although his head beard was gray, but he was full of momentum.

Behind them was a screen, and the candlelight reflected the figure of the woman behind them on the screen, this figure was too familiar to Jing Zhe, who else could there be besides Su Mochen?

After almost a quarter of an hour, Sui Shouren came in from outside and whispered a few words to Emperor An, who nodded after listening, then glanced at Zhu Xinning, and said lightly:

"Zhu Sheren, let's start!"

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