At the beginning, Nan Hao didn't like poetry, the whole country was full of martial artists, and every family had a person who practiced martial arts, and similarly, more or less had the experience of being a soldier. At that time, the Hao Kingdom was fighting in the south and the north, and the emperors of the past dynasties were full of enthusiasm and expanded their territory everywhere.

But if you fight too much, there will be nothing to fight. The Tatars in the north, since the counterattack of the Hao State decades ago, have been torn apart, and now there are only a few remnants left. There is also the Liang State in the west, most of them are literati, not good at war, the two countries are also peaceful, every New Year's holiday, the old emperor of the Liang State gives gifts, stretches out his hand and does not hit the smiling face, no matter how you say it, there is no reason for war. And then there are the small nations to the east and west, those who bow down to their vassals, and those who are annexed.

Gradually, the continent became peaceful, and all countries lived in peace. But the emperor of Haoguo, who has no war, is full of enthusiasm and tosses, and he can only find other fun if he is bored. I don't know when it started, Haoguo became popular with poetry, and there was nothing at first, but since Haoguo's first poem was praised by His Majesty, the Manchu Dynasty set off a frenzy of learning poetry.

The emperor likes it, and he must learn it.

Naturally, as a gathering place for poets, the Poetry Society was born. And when it comes to this poetry society, it comes from a deep source.

Of course, these large and small poetry societies will not only rely on a few poems, and most of the people behind them are a certain minister in the court. For example, Miss Lu's Ludong Poetry Society, the person behind it is the only first-class marquis of the dynasty, Lu Qinghou, but Lu Houye is a rough person, no matter what.

There are also other poetry societies, behind which there is the support of officials, large and small. As for the purpose of these officials, it is also obvious.

It's the Wenyuan of the First Poetry Society of the Beijing Division, which makes people unpredictable, if you want to say that there is no official behind it, that's not, after all, Ma Gongzi of the Ma Zhengyuan is in the position of vice president of the poetry society, but if you want to say that there is, it's not like it, how to say that the heirs of the five members of the court are all in this poetry society, it can be seen that since the establishment of the Wenyuan Poetry Society, no one has seen his president, and no one knows the identity of that person.

It is precisely because of this that no one dares to provoke the seemingly ordinary Wenyuan Poetry Society, or in other words, those who dare to go have disappeared.

To get back to the point, it is precisely because of the existence of the poetry club that the poetry club has naturally emerged. When it comes to the poetry meeting of this Jingshi, the most famous one is the one held in the palace every month by the king.

His Royal Highness the Four Princes loves poetry and is crazy about poetry. This is something that everyone in the world knows. Although the prince is different from the commoner, the king doesn't care about this, as long as he can make good poems, no matter who he is, he can come to participate.

And for those civilian talents, it is a great honor to be praised by the prince, and maybe they can find a way out. One by one, they squeezed through their brains and wanted to go in and rub in. But how can it be so easy, every time there is a poetry meeting, there are only a few civilian talents who can participate, and the rest are either children of the family, or people from the Wenyuan Poetry Society. Even so, at every poetry meeting, there will be countless talented people standing outside the palace, just to have the opportunity to gain some fame or something.

But this poetry meeting is different, I thought that His Royal Highness Xianwang went to another place to run an errand, not in Beijing, and the poetry meeting will not be held, but that day, Ma Yanyi, the vice president of the Wenyuan Poetry Society, informed that the poetry meeting will be carried out as usual, and invited many poetry societies in Beijing to participate, and more specially, the location of this poetry meeting is set on Nancheng Street - Bamboo Forest Building.

The bamboo forest building is not a small house in the bamboo forest, but an elegant house in the city, in other words, it is a place for the sons of the family to gather and have fun. As for why they chose this place, no one knows, let alone delve into it.

On the three poles of the day, the talented people who had eaten breakfast waited early on this street in Nancheng, some came by carriage, some came on foot, and there were those who spent the night here yesterday, but no matter which one, they were blocked out of the door without discrimination, slowly, the crowd was boiling, so that Nancheng Street, which was originally not passed by, was instantly lively. As the owner of the abbot's poetry meeting, Ma Yanyi also took the people of the Wenyuan Poetry Society into the small building early to take care of it. It wasn't until early noon that they began to greet the already sweaty talents.

Li Xiao got into Chen Ziye's carriage just after the beginning of the afternoon, and he didn't sleep all night last night, thinking that he would have a good bed after this poetry meeting, but Chen Ziye was full of interest, and pulled him into the carriage with sleepy eyes, and then rushed to the poetry meeting non-stop. Li Xiao, who was sitting in the carriage, was lying on Chu Chu's body, and the carriage swaying from side to side made him unable to sleep, but he didn't want to get up, mainly because the little girl's body was very soft.

He was very strange, Chen Ziye was already a staff member of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, although this poetry meeting was operated by the prince, but he didn't need to be in such a hurry to participate, could it be that Chen Dacai was ready to go to the king. His tired eyes were a little sore, and he couldn't hold back the sleepiness, so he asked, "Why is Brother Chen so anxious, it's just a poetry meeting." ”

Chen Ziye urged the groom to drive faster, and said with an anxious face: "Brother Li, don't you know who will appear at this poetry meeting?" ”

"I don't know."

Chen Ziye patted his head, wondering if the person in front of him only stayed in the temple all day long and followed those monks to chant Amitabha, and didn't care at all about what was happening in the city. After thinking about it, Li Xiao was not familiar with life in Beijing, and he had nowhere to go normally, and it was his host who failed to take him out for a walk.

"Do you know who the owner of this bamboo grove building is?" Chen Ziye stepped forward mysteriously, and after seeing Li Xiao shaking his head, he continued: "I also knew this news yesterday. About three or four years ago, the former shopkeeper of this bamboo forest Xiaozhu had a lawsuit, desperate, and was forced to sell the yard, and it was also at this time that an unknown buyer suddenly bought it at a high price, but no one knew who that person was, and no one had seen it, and the shopkeeper disappeared at the same time. The people in the city were also speculating about who the man was. ”

"What does this have to do with you?" Li Xiao pillowed the little girl and yawned.

"Brother Li, listen to me." Chen Ziye didn't feel angry because Li Xiao interrupted his speech, and still said with great interest: "It was also yesterday that the current owner of the bamboo forest building suddenly appeared in the city. If Brother Li doesn't guess? ”

"If it weren't for Your Majesty today." Li Xiao replied casually, he was not interested in guessing this and that at all for this kind of boring question.

"Brother Li laughed, the whole world belongs to His Majesty, so why buy it." Chen Ziye said: "The owner behind the bamboo forest building is the shopkeeper of Penglai Xianju, Jade Xian'er. Moreover, today's poetry meeting, the treasurer of the jade will be present. ”

"Oh." Li Xiao sighed casually. He is actually not interested in whether this jade fairy will attend the poetry meeting, with this time, it is better to lie down and sleep comfortably, besides, he doesn't like the poetry meeting's literary crepe activity, to be precise, he is easy to get sleepy at the poetry meeting. In his previous life, every time the teacher on the stage explained ancient poems, his eyelids would not obey the call and blink until the end.

And this jade fairy, I couldn't see her when I was in Penglai Xianju, but I can see her when I go to the bamboo forest building? Such a mysterious character naturally has to maintain this kind of mystery, how can it be so easy for people to see, and it will not favor the author because of a poem. Thinking about a talented person like Chen Ziye who jumped to the jade fairy, Li Xiao suddenly felt a pity, it seems that today, this group of talents will be disappointed.

Thinking about it, Li Xiao turned over to make himself more comfortable, and made up his mind that when he got there, he would definitely find a good place to sleep.

Chu Chu looked at Li Xiao who was leaning on his lap and sat motionless. My legs are a little numb, and my movements are a little shy at the moment, but there is always an inexplicable excitement and excitement.

As for Chen Dacaizi, looking at the two people in front of him, he didn't feel very envious and nostalgic in his heart, once upon a time, I Chen Ziye was like this, in Chunguangyuan, sleeping peacefully on Qiao'er's legs. It's a pity that all the money that came in was looted by the person in front of him, and I pity my bridge, Ben, yes, and the four golden flowers of the vegetable sky guarding the boudoir.

On Nancheng Street, neat carriages stopped on both sides of the street in order, and the street was not very wide, and the path left in the middle was only enough for two people to walk.

Under the archway at the entrance of the street, Ma Yanyi, who is the vice president of the Wenyuan Poetry Society and the owner of the poetry meeting, stood there unexpectedly, with his eyes closed, wearing a light gray shirt, motionless, not knowing who he was waiting for.

All the talented people who came and went knew this son of the Ma family, and they wanted to say hello when they passed by, but they saw Ma Yanyi's appearance, waiting for someone, and they didn't want to pay attention to their meaning, so they all walked away one after another. This is also normal, with the strength of the Ma family now, how can they be compared to these civilian talents, not to mention that today Ma Gongzi let them enter the bamboo forest Xiaozhu to participate in the poetry meeting, it is already a great mercy, in the past, they did not have the opportunity to enter such a place, let alone a glance at the legendary Jade Fairy.

Ma Yanyi doesn't care about the talented people who pass by him, these talented people are extremely poor all their lives, and they may not be able to write a poem to recite to future generations, and it is rare to let them participate in such a poetry meeting, but if you want to let yourself talk to them, there is no need for this, after all, you have to wait for the person who should wait.

Two or three sedan chairs swayed and stopped in front of the archway, and before the passers-by on the side of the road reacted, three people came out of it, and the woman in the light blue coat who walked down first looked very good-looking, white and tender, and had a cold figure, which made people yearn for it. The one behind is not bad, but the coldness on his face discourages him, and the person behind him is a son, and he always has a smile on his handsome face, but when the person in front looks at him, he instantly lowers his head and does not speak.

People who come and go know that the young lady of the Lu family has arrived.

Ma Yanyi felt something, slowly opened his eyes, didn't move, just said with a smile, "Miss Lu is here, I've been sitting all the way, I'm really tired, the hospital has prepared wine and food, Miss Lu can have a good rest." ”

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