"Haha, Yongning."

Before Zhao Yuanqiren, the prince of Chongwang, approached, he had already shouted to Ji Ning with a smile on his face, and his tone was very warm and close.

Ji Ning turned around and bowed to Zhao Yuanqi and said, "I've seen His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

However, the next moment, he was quickly stepped forward by Zhao Yuanqi and stretched out his hand to support him, not letting him bow and salute, and said: "Last autumn outing, you and I hit it off at first sight, so we don't have to see each other too much." ”

"That's what Your Highness said." Ji Ning replied with a smile and was no longer formal.

When Zhao Yuanqi opened his mouth to talk to Ji Ning, Ji Ning deliberately turned his head to look at Liu Rusi, and Zhao Yuanqi realized that he was talking to Ji Ning, and almost ignored Liu Rushi, who was standing with Ji Ning.

"Miss Liu, welcome to the banquet of this son. Being able to invite you to our banquet has added a lot of light to my face. Zhao Yuanqi said politely with a face.

He thought that Liu Ru and Ji Ning had been standing together and talking just now, and Liu Ru was obviously interested in helping Ji Ning become famous at the last bonfire party, so he guessed that Ji Ning and Liu Ru had a good relationship, so looking at Ji Ning's face, he spoke more politely to Liu Ru is face.

"It is a great honor to be able to participate in the banquet of His Royal Highness the Prince, and I am grateful." Liu said in response with a salute.

She knew very well in her heart that the prince of Chongwang was so polite because of Ji Ning's face, you must know that there was no her in the eyes of the prince of Chongwang just now.

Zhao Yuanqi laughed, and then invited Ji Ning and Liu Ru to enter the palace.

After entering the side gate of the palace, there is a short distance to the hall where the banquet is held, and it takes nearly a pillar of incense to walk slowly.

Zhao Yuanqi and Ji Ning were talking and laughing while walking towards the banquet hall.

However, Liu Ru, who was complimented by many people on weekdays and rushed to talk to him first, was completely left out and silently followed behind Zhao Yuanqi and Ji Ning.

Although he followed silently, Liu Ru also listened carefully to the conversation between Zhao Yuanqi and Ji Ning.

Although she couldn't see the expression of Ji Ning and Zhao Yuanqi talking, she listened to Ji Ning's calm and calm tone, and she could fully imagine Ji Ning's appearance of honor and disgrace, and Fang Xin couldn't help but admire it a little.

Listening carefully to the content of the conversation, she didn't understand it very well, she only knew that she was talking about the topic of the world's society, and Zhao Yuanqi faintly asked Ji Ning for advice.

As she listened, Fang couldn't help but sigh a little in her heart: Ji Ning is not only outstanding in poetry, but also has unique insights on a higher level of governing the world, at least he can make the noble prince of Chongwang worship.

However, the next moment, she couldn't help but think of her relationship with Ji Ning, and thought that although she was close to Ji Ning with the potential of a moth to a fire, Ji Ning was cold to her, and she was postponed for a few days on the excuse that she was busy with homework on her second date.

She couldn't help but feel sad and sad in her heart, and felt sorry for herself.

After walking for most of the incense time, I finally entered the hall where the banquet was held.

As he walked into the hall, Ji Ning saw that the people inside turned their heads almost at the same time, and those people all showed envy when they saw him and Zhao Yuanqi coming together.

The next moment, everyone stood up, walked out of the desk, and bowed to Zhao Yuanqi and said, "I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

The number of people is not very large, only a dozen people, but the ages are different, in addition to four or five young handsome, there are seven or eight middle-aged people and two old men with gray hair.

Obviously, the level of Zhao Yuanqi's interaction is not limited to young junjie of the same age, but also other powerful people of different ages.

"Everyone's excuses. This world is late, so everyone has been waiting for a long time. Zhao Yuanqi said with the dignity of the prince of Chongwang.

The crowd immediately said, "Don't dare." ”

Zhao Yuanqi then introduced Ji Ning and said: "Let me introduce to you, this young man is Ji Yongning, everyone must have heard his name, right?" ”

"I've heard it, it's like thunder." Everyone laughed and replied. Then they all bowed their hands to Ji Ning and said, "Ji Gongzi, I've admired it for a long time." ”

Ji Ning calmly bowed his hand and said, "The kid has seen all the gentlemen. ”

After introducing Ji Ning, Zhao Yuanqi did not continue to introduce Liu Rushi, so he asked everyone to sit down, and he also walked to the main seat.

Ji Ning was arranged by Zhao Yuanqi to the lower left seat, and Liu Ru was to sit at the bottom.

In fact, when a large family holds a banquet, it is necessary to hire a cleaner to perform at the banquet for fun, and the cleaner is generally not allowed to sit at the table.

However, Liu Ru is a legitimate red Oiran, so Zhao Yuanqi made an exception to let Liu Ru sit at the table, but he could only be the last seat.

After everyone took their seats, without Zhao Yuanqi's instructions, a group of young and beautiful maids came in from outside, quickly removed the wine and tea that everyone had eaten and drunk just now, and replaced them with better wine, fragrant tea and delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Taking advantage of this time, Ji Ning took a look at all the seats and found that the people were basically there.

However, on the right side of Zhao Yuanqi, there is a desk table, which is obviously different from the ordinary case, and it is still empty.

Ji Ning looked at it and couldn't help but guess that the seat should be reserved for someone who had a very close relationship with Zhao Yuanqi.

Fine wine, fragrant tea, and delicacies from the mountains and seas are so good, Ji Ning suddenly found that everyone turned his head to look at the door of the hall, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at it curiously.

I saw a girl in a white palace dress walk in.

Although the girl's pretty face was covered with a light veil embroidered with a golden phoenix, Ji Ning immediately recognized it as King Chong's favorite lord of Huaizhu when he looked at her figure, hairstyle and temperament.

Under the attention of everyone, the county lord of Huaizhu walked all the way to the front of the banquet, and after greeting Zhao Yuanqi, she turned around and walked to the front of the case just now, and then faced everyone.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the County Lord." The people stood up and saluted the lord of Huaizhu.

"Gentlemen, excuse me." Zhao Yuanxuan said in a crisp and pleasant voice, "Please sit down." ”

After they all sat down again, Ji Ning suddenly felt the eyes of the county lord of Huaizhu looking at him, he turned his face to meet his gaze, showed some smiles politely, and nodded slightly to the county lord of Huaizhu.

However, the next moment, the county lord of Huaizhu immediately shook off his pretty face arrogantly, and seemed to be a little disgusted and disgusted.

Ji Ning didn't understand why Lord Huaizhu was like this, but he just smiled indifferently and didn't take it to heart.

The banquet finally officially began, Zhao Yuanqi said two opening remarks, and then said: "This banquet is a private banquet for the son of this world, everyone is casual, and there is no need to be restrained." Also, we don't have to waste our energy writing poetry tonight, let's discuss some meaningful topics. ”

"That's what His Royal Highness said." A middle-aged scribe said to Zhao Yuanqi, "Poetry is just a small way, which consumes wisdom and wisdom in vain, and is basically useless to the people's livelihood." ”

Others nodded in agreement.

Ji Ning also nodded, he really agreed.

In Chinese dynasties, even the poet saint Du Fu and the poet immortal Li Bai were not the mainstream figures at that time, and they belonged to depressed people.

Only those who concentrate their talents and energy on governing the world or one side, or who write books and theories and create genres, are the real mainstream figures.

In fact, in ancient China, after the Song Dynasty, the imperial examination of poetry was basically abolished or the importance of poetry was reduced.

(I asked for a commuter pass.) ）