The Mid-Autumn Festival is not only a grand sacrificial event, but also a grand poetry party.

Hundreds of talented and beautiful women gathered in the Yuehua Palace, all of whom came for this poetry meeting.

"Your Majesty, the hour has come."

"Let's get started."

As the words fell, a long bell rang.

"The Zhuyue Poetry Party has begun!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and hundreds of thousands of people turned their eyes to the first venue of the Yuehua Palace.

"Mr. Dongfang, it's hard work."

"The holy Chrysostom has been opened, and the old decay can only be cheeky."

This is an old man, with an abnormal lean figure, full of silver and white hair, wearing a cyan robe, quite a bit of an old-fashioned appearance.

"Master Taifu is too modest, who is more qualified than you to preside over the Zhuyue Poetry Meeting?" A minister laughed, and immediately countless people responded with a voice.

Ye Qiange was slightly surprised.

Daxu follows the Han system, but there are many differences.

In the Han system, Taifu is one of the three princes, a positive product, and the prime minister is on an equal footing, with high power. In the Great Xu system, Taifu was only the emperor's teacher, or the prince's teacher, and had no authority.

But this does not affect Taifu's lofty and noble status.

As an emperor, every word and deed will affect the judgment of the saint on some matters.

The stake is self-evident.

"The person who presided over the Zhuyue Poetry Meeting this year is actually an Oriental Lord!"

"The old man Taifu is out of the mountain, and this moon poetry meeting is worth seeing."

"That's natural, when the No. 1 Hongru is in charge today, it must be extraordinary!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and they all showed reverence on their faces, not daring to lose their temper.

Mr. Dongfang has a very high prestige in the hearts of the people, and his conduct and knowledge are impeccable, and he is regarded as a common teacher in the world and edifies all people.

"I've seen Master Taifu!" The talented and beautiful women looked humble and said respectfully.

Mr. Dongfang smiled, "No need to be polite, tonight's Zhuyue Poetry Meeting is much the same as before." ”

When some talented and beautiful people heard this, a touch of worry appeared on their faces.

"No need to be nervous." Mr. Dongfang sat down slowly and said, "This time, the leader can not only obtain the things given by the emperor, but if he is excellent in character and learning, he can be accepted as a closed disciple." ”

Closed disciples!

All the talented women were shocked, and looked at Mr. Dongfang in disbelief.

Mr. Dongfang rarely accepts disciples, but all his disciples are now all famous Confucian scholars of Daxu Dingding, and their influence is quite great.

Not to mention the closed disciples who pass on the mantle!

They hurriedly stabilized their minds, so as not to lose their manners and leave a bad impression on Mr. Dongfang.

But the spirit of competition and the desire to compete became stronger and stronger.

Compared to the closed disciples, the things given by the emperor are not so important.

"My lord, will this cause the displeasure of the saints?"

Bi Wen, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help frowning and asked. Mr. Dongfang's move is quite noisy.

"No problem." Mr. Dongfang smiled lightly, "You go and announce the preliminary examination." ”

"Whoa." Bi Wen was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and after arching his hand, he said loudly: "Tonight's Zhuyue Poetry Meeting, the first test is titled, Wind and Snow Moon, choose one, poetry can be, take the best one out of thirty six, enter the second round." ”

The elimination rate in the first round alone exceeded 90%!

All the talented children and women were not surprised, only bowed their heads slightly, and then sat down, or meditated, or held a pen.

Bi Wen's questions are decent, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many poems are recited by the wind and snow, but the number of outstanding words is indeed very small.

Therefore, the topic is simple, but if it is uncommon and has no new ideas, it is still inevitable to be eliminated.

"When the incense goes out, it stops."

Bi Wen shouted, and the examiner next to him inserted the lit incense into the incense burner.

Ye Qiange was bored, staring at the moon above his head in a daze.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was supposed to be a day of reunion, but he could only look at the moon and think about his family in another time and space.

His nose was slightly sour, his eyes were faintly red, and he silently prayed in his heart for his family, wishing them good health and a long and happy life.

Xu Yichan seemed to notice it, and said softly: "Tomorrow, we will go home to accompany Mother and Tiantian." ”

Ye Qiange was flushed with tears, grinned, and nodded, "Okay, I miss them too." ”

He took a breath, his mood was a little messy, and he no longer looked at the moon, so as not to feel sad.

There are also his family here, parents, sister and wife, he can't go back, except for blessings, he can only cherish the people in front of him.

"Your Majesty." Xu Zihong walked out again, bowed and said, "I wonder if Your Majesty's imperial gift is ready?" ”

"Qual." Xu Yichan responded lightly, and with a wave of her little hand, she saw a palace maid bring up a plate with several objects in it.

Xu Zihong looked at it, his eyes suddenly stopped, and a gorgeous joy bloomed in his eyes.

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them.

Sure enough, it's here!

The corners of Xu Zihong's mouth bent, he retracted his gaze, and said: "Your Majesty, my brother has been studying hard for a long time recently, and for a while, I want to ask for advice from all the talented people, and my brother retires." ”

With that, he led a few of his men and went downward.

"This son of King Ning is a little innocent and cute." Ye Qiange said with a smile.

Xu Zihong's actions were obviously telling others that these few imperial gifts had something he urgently needed.

Xu Yichan groaned: "He is just the youngest son of King Ning, and there are two elder brothers in front of him, which is very extraordinary. ”

"What's extraordinary?" Ye Qiange was a little curious, Xu Zihong's virtue, how good the two brothers could be.

"I'll see you later." Xu Yichan did not continue.

Ye Qiange didn't care, and beckoned to the palace maid, and the palace maid brought a few objects over.

There are three objects in the plate, a pen, an inkstone, and a book.

Ye Qiange picked it up and looked at it carefully, but he didn't find anything special about these three things, so he couldn't help asking, "Where did you get these three things from?" ”

"Study!" Xu Yichan said.

Ye Qiange had a flash of inspiration, "Can you tell me where these three objects were originally placed?" ”

"The pen and inkstone are naturally placed on the desk." Xu Yichan also took a look, and didn't find anything unusual, so she put it down gently, "This book was obtained by me from the Chongwen Palace, and the content is about the travelogue of a great Confucian in the previous dynasty. ”

Ye Qiange shook his head, unable to hear the reason.

As Xu Yichan said, there is nothing special about these objects, but why did they cause Xu Zihong to covet them.

"Since I can't guess, I definitely can't give Xu Zihong easily." Ye Qiange's eyes rolled slightly, "Why don't you secretly change all these items?" ”

All the civil and military officials have seen it, how can they be changed?

Xu Yichan glared at Ye Qiange and continued to frown and meditate.

"There's a way to do it." Xu Yichan groaned softly.

"What's the solution?" Ye Qiange was very curious, was there a simpler way than dropping the bag.

"If Xu Zihong wins, kill him!" Xu Yichan spit out a few words, but the gushing killing intent made Ye Qiange's heart beat in horror.

Ye Qiange shook his head with a smile and said, "If he doesn't win, he can still get what he wants." ”

Xu Yichan looked at Ye Qiange suspiciously, confused.

"Wealth touches people's hearts." Ye Qiange pointed down, "Can you confirm that the winner is not Xu Zihong's person?" ”

Xu Yichan pursed her lips, speechless for a while, silent and silent.

"Now, there's only one last option." Ye Qiange said solemnly.

Xu Yichan raised her head, blinked her big eyes, and looked at Ye Qiange expectantly.

"I'm going to take the lead!"