"I don't think so, I heard that Prime Minister Cai Cheng recommended Caiqing Building to Shengshang."

Said a person next to him who was also waiting for the announcement.

"Is it true? Where did the news come out? ”

Some people questioned it, after all, every year the imperial court will be very secret about the preparation of the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, and there will be absolutely no news until the eighth day of the eighth month of August, and the place where it will be held will only have six days to prepare.

"The son of the second cousin of my third aunt's eldest nephew's second uncle is a little eunuch in the palace, and he told me when he went out of the palace to visit relatives a few days ago."

The man said righteously, with the appearance of an uncertain prophet, and his words quickly attracted a group of people, hoping to get more news from the man's mouth.

"Caiqing Building? The Caiqing Building, which boasts of being the first talent building in the capital? ”

"The Caiqing Building of the Caiqing Poetry Society?"

"Is it the Caiqing Building that the gangsters frequent?"

A group of teahouse shopkeepers and Xiao Er asked the person, and what they were most concerned about was the venue for the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting.

"In addition to that Caiqing Building, can the capital find a second Caiqing Building?"

"Then did the son of your third aunt's eldest nephew's second uncle and fourth cousin say where this year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will be held?"

"Is it held in Caiqinglou?"

"What the hell is it, don't worry about shaking your head!"

The man clearly enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by people.

"According to the son of the fourth cousin of the second uncle of my third aunt's eldest nephew, it is basically determined that it is Caiqinglou."

"Scattered! Scattered! It's hard to describe how much of a place it can be held! ”

"That's it, what kind of place is Caiqinglou, there is no smell of books at all!"

"It's an eye-opener, what hope is there, it's gone."

Hearing that it was Caiqinglou that held the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, the shopkeepers and Xiaoer of the major teahouses in the capital scattered one after another, and no one was convinced by this result.

"That, your third aunt's ...... Did any relatives tell you how many people in the capital could participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting this time? ”

"yes, yes, do you know how much?"

"Do you know who the talented people are participating?"

"Since it's in Caiqing Building, it will definitely increase the number of people."

Although Xiao Er and the shopkeeper of the teahouse have dispersed, there are still a lot of talented people in the capital who come with a glimmer of hope.

They also knew very well in their hearts that their level was not as high as the top ten in the capital at all, let alone compared with Su Ce and Fu Enhao, who were among the top two talents in the capital.

"Well, the son of the fourth cousin of the second uncle of my aunt's eldest nephew said that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will definitely add people, and it is said that more than 50 talented people from the capital will participate, and you have a great chance to participate in this year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting."

The man pretended to be in the meeting, and he looked like he was in trouble, which made the eyes of those present have a raging fire of hope.

"Let's let it, borrow it!"

At this moment, the hour came, and a few people walked out of the Guozijian, holding a few pieces of paper in their hands, on which were the location of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting and the list of talented people who could participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference.

"Huh? Is there a place in the capital that has a Jinghu Villa? ”

"Hmm...... Haven't heard of it. ”

"Could it be new?"

"Is it really next to Jinghu Lake?"

"It's possible, let's see what the people in the country say."

Seeing that the posted paper was written in big letters that the location of the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting was Jinghu Villa, the shopkeeper and Xiao Er present were a little bit of a second monk-confused.

After posting all the papers, the people of the Guozijian cleared their throats,

"Silence! Quiet! ”

"Today is the eighth day of August, there are seven days before the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry will be held in Jinghu Garden, Jinghu Garden is in the northeast corner of the capital, and the original Jinghu Lake is around.

In addition, the number of talented people who participated in the poetry meeting this year was 120, 30 in Beijing, and 90 in other states.

The list of all the participating talents has been pasted out, and the talents in the capital on the list will receive the participation stickers from the Guozijian with their name tags within three days.

The rest of the state students went to the Guozijian to receive their participation stickers with the vouchers issued by the state government offices.

The Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will enter the venue with the participation post, and it is not possible to find someone to replace or replace others. ”

Every year, there will be people who impersonate to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but generally nothing happens, and the court passes with one eye closed.

Before the poetry meeting begins, everything that should be reminded should be reminded.

After saying that, the people of the Guozijian returned to the Guozijian.

The students present flocked to the court, carefully searching for their names around the public notice wall of the Guozijian.

Sure enough, the names at the top of the list are Fu Enhao, Su Ce and Situ Yi, and the three are the most famous talents in the capital.

Among them, Su Ce and Situ Yi are known as the "Two Heroes of Beijing", and after Fu Enhao became famous in one fell swoop, the three of them were collectively called "Three Heroes of Beijing"

"There I am! Hahahaha, there is me! ”

"My name is on it too! Hahahaha! ”

"I can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival! I was finally able to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival! ”

The students with names on the list cheered as if pie had hit themselves in the sky, this kind of opportunity to see the emperor is not much, in case of a blockbuster at the poetry meeting, it will be a glorious lintel.

There are proud people and frustrated people, many people looked for a few back and forth on the publicity wall, and as expected, they didn't find their names, and they withdrew from the crowd in a gloomy way.

"The one who said that there are fifty geniuses in the capital!"

I don't know who shouted this sentence, which made many people think of the guy who didn't blush when he said big things, but the place where he was standing just now was already gone.

"Go to him, you dare to entertain us!"

"Guy who doesn't know how to pretend to understand, come to Fu, copy guy!"

"If you have the ability, don't run!"

There is no local talent in the capital who is easy to mess with, either high-ranking officials and nobles or big families.

For a while, there was a group of people on the road in front of the Guozijian looking for the guy who hit people and deceived ghosts.

In front of the gate of Guozijian, only the students on the list remained, and the students from various states who came to Guozijian one after another to receive the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting posters.

"Why is there such a loud noise outside, isn't it just a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, excited by a hammer!"

The screams outside had already hurt Fu Enhao to break a few pieces of rice paper, and Fu Enhao couldn't help but complain.

Early this morning, Yang Sheng put Fu Enhao's participation in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting on Fu Enhao's table, and a few days ago, he already knew that he was going to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference.

"Young master, you didn't even have a chance to shout at the beginning......"

Fu Yin reminded Fu Enhao in a low voice that his young master's talent was really not very good, he left Guozijian at the age of fifteen, and now four years have passed, and he participated in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting for the first time, and Situ Yi and Su Ce participated in it year after year.

"Shut up!"

Hearing Fu Yin's reminder, Fu Enhao was angry.

Before it was before, now it is now, the original thing was done by the original owner of this body, and it turned out to be such a spicy chicken, which has nothing to do with him at all.

"That was before, don't talk about it now, change the paper!"

Replaced with a new piece of paper, Ouyang Kai began to scribble on it again,

Writing and writing in the country every day, coupled with Emperor Xiao's holy decree, he felt that he had been held by the throat of calligraphy, and his life was in danger at any time.

But the thought of liberation in a few days filled him with spirits.

With a stroke of the pen, write on the paper: We sing Dongfanghong, stand up as the master!

"Young master, Mr. said that if you can't reach the level of the master, the saint will let you come to the country to practice calligraphy for another month."

Seeing the words Fu Enhao wrote on the paper, Fu Yinjue's own young master began to float a little, and couldn't help but remind again.

"It's printed!"

Fu Enhao called Fu Yin impatiently.

"Young Master, what do you command?"

"You don't speak, everyone when you're dumb!"

was stabbed in the heart by Fu Yin with a knife twice in a row, and Fu Enhao was already on the verge of being irritable.

"Oh!"

Fu Yin replied aggrievedly, he didn't feel that he had said anything wrong, his young master had not participated in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting before, and Emperor Xiao did say that he couldn't reach the level of the master, and he had to come to Guozijian for a month.

"Life is not only about what is in front of you, but also about poetry and distant fields!"

Fu Enhao looked out the window and said lightly.

"Young master, you can't write well, you still have to ...... here"