The poetry club is nothing more than a place for those who read to earn fame, throw out some of the best poems they have written in the past few years, and attract everyone to appreciate them with great rhetoric and meaning, and after winning the full house, you can go to meet some high-ranking officials after becoming famous, and after gaining appreciation or support, and then get some recommendations, it will be much easier to become an official in the court.

This is understandable, because although all countries implement the system of three provinces and six ministries, and then they are also selected for the imperial examination, but the number of places is always limited, and many children of high-ranking officials who are related to them will get an unspoken rule of ranking openly and secretly, so there are always not many civilians who can take the imperial examination, and they can exchange their fame for opportunities, one can satisfy vanity, and the other can be evergreen, why not?

At the poetry meeting, there are also a lot of wealthy children from large families to join in the fun, among which there are many famous ladies, so those who have a little talent will try their luck, even if it is good to raise their eyes, what Qinglou will also intervene in it, those Qinglou in the capital will unite together, hold some activities to select Oiran, increase exposure, and then the rich will spend a lot of money.

What event is held too much will lose attention, so this poetry will be an annual meeting, the style of the Great Xia Kingdom is more prosperous than the Qi Kingdom, otherwise Yan Gui will not have never encountered such a lively event in the capital of the Great Qi Kingdom, and the rumors have spread all over the capital, and the gossip has fallen into Yan Gui's ears, which is the best way for him to obtain information.

Flies always don't bite seamless eggs, and sometimes rumors will have a little merit, although it is impossible to believe it, but it is probably not difficult to grab some real information from it, for example, Yan Gui learned that the promoter behind the poetry club...... It is His Majesty the Emperor today, that is, the imperial grandfather of Yan Gui.

According to speculation, the Emperor of Great Xia is fifty-six years old this year, he ascended the throne at the age of sixteen and reigned for nearly forty years, and the poetry club also arose thirty-nine years ago, I have to say that this is a coincidence.

Regarding the poetry meeting, even if there is a vigorous scene, there are many earth-shattering and touching love stories, and what riots will be caused, but the government still has not taken care of it, what does this mean, this shows that the poetry society is clearly acquiesced, and only the emperor can acquiesce to the existence of this one, that is to say, the truth that the emperor is the driving force behind the poetry meeting has become a secret that is not a secret.

The father went to the palace for a whole day and didn't come back, Yan Gui only thought that he was too excited to get together with his father and son, and then stayed, that is to say, his father's plan was a drama.

Alone in the empty room, after a lot of cranky thoughts, a shadow floated outside the window, and then looked at the sky, the night was like water, Yan Gui knew that it was time to tell stories once a day.

Lightly buckled the door, waited for a while, and the senior sister pushed the door open, she was dressed in a light plain shirt, neither grease nor powder, her hair was towering like a cloud, her long eyebrows were curved and slender, her red lips were fresh, her teeth were white, she had a pair of shining eyes that were good at looking forward to, and there were sweet dimples hidden under her cheeks.

She was accustomed to Yan Gui's arrival, and invited him in after a few concessions.

Pouring a cup of tea, Ye Qiu handed it over, "The house is too deserted, you should buy a few people to have a good time, with the people busy, you don't have to waste time on housework, let alone cook yourself." ”

The point is in the latter sentence, right? Is it so bad to cook your own food? It's obviously all good, right? Yan Gui took the teacup and took a sip, "Senior sister, if the food I cook is not to your liking, we can also go to the restaurant to eat." ”

Ye Qiu knew that he was trying to be crooked, she had never cared about the taste of the food, and she had even forgotten what Hu had eaten today, she looked directly at Yan Gui, her black eyes were pure and ink-stained, as if she was not stained with fireworks and dust in the world, and her thoughts were all written in those clear eyes, "It's also a trouble to be too particular, you know, I'm not that particular about people, if you don't have enough money to buy people, you can find me, I have." ”

Are you kidding, do you look like a person who is short of money? Yan Gui shook his head and said: "I am the son of the eldest princess, and I have never tasted what it is like to be short of money since I was born, but we don't actually have to buy people, because you also know that my father went to the palace to see His Majesty today, and he will get what he wants, so a bigger mansion, more people, we can have it early tomorrow morning." ”

Ye Qiu is a smart woman, she didn't ask the reason, she got up slowly, then lay on the collapse, hid the pink jade feet in the quilt, put her slender hand on the quilt, looked at Yan Gui with a white little face and said, "Okay, I don't care about these anymore, you continue to tell your story." ”

Yan Gui smiled, moved a chair and sat down close to her, and opened his mouth to tell the story, and kept telling and telling until she slowly fell asleep.

She leaned against the soft collapse of the brocade, her black hair spread like a cloud, and she could not erase the cloud-like sorrow between her brows and eyes when she was asleep. Yan Gui's gaze swept across her butterfly-like eyelashes, ruddy as begonia lips, and finally landed on the fragrant shoulders that were accidentally exposed, breathing tightly, white as milk-like skin, slightly messy Ayaluo, even the pearls placed next to the pillow could not match the glow of the complexion.

She slept so softly, the curve of her body was simply refreshing, she was suddenly excited, a warm current poured into her body, her face was so moist, people had the urge to touch it, her face was so even, pointed and unfavorable, sharp but not sharp, her eyes were particularly charming, full of princess-like temperament.

Yan Gui just looked at it like this, and looked at it for a long time, thinking that it was okay to look at it like this for a lifetime, but at this moment, Ye Qiu suddenly opened his eyes, "Don't you sleep?" Why do you keep staring at me? What, I have flowers in my eyes? It's not too early, maybe you should go and see if your father has returned. ”

Yan Gui nodded, pushed open the door and ran away, causing Ye Qiu to purse his lips and smile.

Father had really come back, and was writing hard in the hall, Yan Gui approached and said strangely: "What is my father writing?" Also, what did you gain from entering the palace this time? What does His Majesty say about movable type printing? And then father, have you managed to get a half-official position? ”

Yan Zichu raised his head, full of smiles, "Father is writing the operation method of movable type printing, and I am about to go to you, there are some places I still don't know much, you tell me to operate, but I don't know how to do it, as for entering the palace to face the saint, it is called a smooth sailing, my father is still worried about me, after trying movable type printing, I will immediately be named the waiter of the Ministry of Works, and we can move to Xinfu tomorrow." ”