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"Your Highness, this poetry meeting is about to start, aren't you seated yet?" Fang Tangjing asked a little strangely.

Zhu Song said helplessly: "However, the king's seat is not in front!" ”

"Huh?" Fang Tangjing said: "Your Highness, whether it is the princes and ministers in the court, or those scholars and celebrities are all arranged in front, as the master, don't you sit with me?" ”

"This Wang ......" Zhu Song was just about to speak, when he suddenly felt that someone was dragging him.

Looking down, it was Zhu Huixuan who was stretching out his little hand and constantly dragging the hem of Zhu Song's shirt, and the little guy reached the front of his beard and said, "Uncle Song, Uncle Song, look, there is a child in the pavilion opposite!" ”

Zhu Song glanced forward, and it was true, in the pavilion in front of him, a handsome man who looked like a woman was pulling a small child and sitting on a chair.

"Are Your Highness and Little Prince talking about those two Princes?" Fang Tangjing noticed the conversation between the two and couldn't help but interject.

"Oh?" Zhu Song said: "Does Lord Fang know about them?" ”

"These two ......" Fang Tangjing said, "Does Your Highness know that Hanlin is waiting to be dismissed?" ”

Who doesn't know Xie Jin!

Xie Jin, the word gentry, the word gentry, the number of spring rain, Xiyi, the Ming Dynasty Jishui people, Hongwu 21 years in the Jinshi, the current official to Hanlin to be edicted.

Xie Jin has been brilliant since he was a child, he wrote articles Ya Jin Qi Gu, poet Tang Feng Fu, calligraphy Xiaokai exquisite, line, grass are good, especially good at wild grass, and Xu Wei, Yang Shen together known as the three great talents of the Ming Dynasty.

"Naturally, I know, but what do these two have to do with Master Xie?" Zhu Song asked.

"The older one, who looks to be seventeen or eighteen years old, is named Xie Zhenying, and is the second son of Lord Xie, as for the child, it is Lord Xie's nephew Xie Zhen, and his father Xie Lun is also an official in the court, and the official is a bachelor in the Hanlin Academy!"

Although Fang Tangjing had a faint look of disdain on his face, when he said this, his face still showed a look of jealousy, "I have to admire this Lord Xie, these two sons have been reading poetry and books since they were children, not only did they all pass the exam, but they also faintly became the leader of the Qingliu Hanshi!" ”

"Well, if it's Xie Jin, he has this ability! But ......" Zhu Song pointed to the Xie Zhen period who was sitting on the stool with a serious face, and said incredulously: "This kid looks like he is only six or seven years old, and he is also a person?" ”

"Of course!" Fang Tangjing nodded as a matter of course, and said: "I heard that Xie Zhen should be able to write poems at the age of three, and he can write chapters at the age of five, and he can write at the age of six, and he can write strategies when he is seven years old." This kid is enough to be called a prodigy! ”

"There are geniuses in the world!" Zhu Song was extremely surprised in his heart, "It seems that it is really not to be underestimated by the people of the world!" ”

"Uncle Song, let's sit down!" Zhu Huixuan listened to Fang Tangjing say so magically, and couldn't help but feel a little itchy in his heart.

"Uncle Song, let's just go up and have a look, Xiao Xuan wants to know this little brother!" Zhu Zhanji is also curious, how can there be such a genius in this world?

"In that case, let's go!"

Zhu Song can see that he can't escape today no matter what, anyway, stretching his neck is a knife, and shrinking his neck is also a knife, rather than this, it is better to sit on it now, and it is a big deal to do a copy of Chinese poetry and literature.

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The poetry meeting venue set up in the middle courtyard of the palace is actually all together, but the top seat is divided into two parts, and there is a limit to the number, the most central, one is the hill pavilion by the lake where the male guests are, and the other is the female guests in the flower shed in the garden.

The pavilion on the hill by the lake has only 30 seats in total, and the others are some small long tables, on which melons, fruits, fresh vegetables, fruit juices, wine, and pen, ink, paper and inkstone are placed, and many scholars and celebrities gather together in twos and threes to talk with each other.

At this moment, twenty of the thirty seats were already occupied, and ten were still empty.

According to Zhu Song's setting of the seats for the poetry club, the first twenty are all famous, except for the princes and ministers, celebrities and scholars, and scholars from the cold and clear streams, there are only ten seats left.

These ten seats require the male guests in the garden to fight poems, and only after three rounds of poems, the top three can sit here.

Of course, now that there are more Zhu Song, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Huixuan, only two more rounds of poetry fighting are needed.

As for the flower shed on the female guest's side, it was presided over by the princess Xu Miaojin and the princess's concubine Xu Wanjun. The Xu sisters are quite famous among the talented ladies and daughters of Yingtianfu, and with the two of them, Zhu Song is not worried.

Seeing Zhu Song coming over, everyone in the pavilion hurriedly got up to greet them.

Zhu Song didn't care, just bowed slightly to everyone, and then sat down on the main seat unceremoniously.

After sitting down, several middle-aged people who looked to be about forty years old stood up again and bowed respectfully to Zhu Song: "Xiaguan Du Yansong, Huang Ling, Huang Kaifu...... I've seen His Royal Highness King Han! ”

Drink, there were only twenty people sitting in the pavilion, and in addition to the Xie brothers, among the other eighteen people, eleven of them were relatives from contemporary Confucian scholars.

For example, Fang Xiaoru's Fang family, Huang Zicheng's Huang family, and Du Jingxian's Du family...... All of these people were staunch Confucian conservatives in the Ming Dynasty, and they were also diehard loyalists of Zhu Yunwen.

These eleven people are the necessary targets of Ji Gang and their brocade guards!

"You don't have to be so polite!" Zhu Song waved his hand to the officials who were kneeling and bowed, and said: "Today is just a simple poetry meeting, the princes can come today, they have already given the king enough face, these etiquettes are all waived!" ”

"Your Highness!"

Everyone looked at each other, and then slowly got up.

"Your Highness, our Ying Tianfu has not been so lively for a long time, and this is all thanks to you!" Huang Kaifu, a middle-aged man who is the oldest and is also a relative of Huang Zicheng, said to Zhu Song with a smile.

"yes!"

Huang Kaifu's cousin Huang Ling followed and complimented: "At present, the Yan army occupies the north bank of the Yangtze River, and the people in Tianfu are panicking, and His Royal Highness's move to hold a poetry meeting not only relieves the tense atmosphere, but also allows the people to see the strength of the scholars of our court, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone!" I have His Royal Highness in the Ming Dynasty, which is really a blessing for the court and the people! ”

"yes......"

Immediately afterward, there was a wave of praise.

These guys can really talk, and although Zhu Song doesn't like them, he is still a little fluttering when he is complimented.

"Huh, sycophant!"

At this time, a different voice appeared, although the voice was immature, but the tone was full of contempt.

The corners of Zhu Song's mouth grinned, and the tea he had just drunk in his mouth almost didn't squirt out, and he said in his heart: What kind of way is this, dare to provoke the Confucian scholars in front of the court?

The expressions on the faces of the people who were complimenting Zhu Song instantly froze there, as if they had eaten fly feces, how ugly and ugly it was.

Everyone looked at the voice with a gloomy face, but found that it was the little scholar of the Xie Jin family, Xie Zhen.

At this moment, the little face is full of disdain, and at the same time. The chair under the thigh seemed to move to the side, as if he didn't want to be in the company of these people.

"Little Ancestor, you are muttering in your heart, don't tell me!" Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xie Zhenying's face was very embarrassed, and he pulled his cousin and didn't know what to say.

"Hahaha, it's okay, fairy words are mowgli, fairy words are mowgli!"

Just when everyone was thinking about how to rectify the liberation period, Zhu Song suddenly laughed and said, "It's just a child, the princes won't be angry with a child, right?" ”

"Your Highness is right!"

Fang Tangjing, who pulled Zhu Song to the pavilion, started a round, "The adults just talked about state affairs, and the poetry club and the poetry club are naturally here to compose poems!" This pavilion is full of famous literary masters in my Ming Dynasty, and there are still two quarters of an hour before the official start of the poetry meeting, why don't I wait for a brick throw? ”

"Lord Fang's proposal!" Huang Kaifu was the first to respond, "But there are so many people in our pavilion, should we set a topic?" ”

"Your Highness is here, just let Your Highness set the topic!" Fang Tang Jing said.

The rest of the crowd nodded their heads.

"Okay, since the princes are so elegant, then the king is not welcome!" Zhu Song also began to consciously change the topic, he turned his head to look at the sky, and said: "It's summer right now, why don't we take 'summer' as the theme, what do you think?" ”