Shi Wei was slightly surprised.

Based on Shi Wei's history, I originally only remembered that there was an Eight Sages King Zhao Defang in the novel.

After he inquired about the Zhao family after he went north to the Song Kingdom, he learned that the Eight Sages King and everything were fictional, and Zhao Defang was just one of Zhao Yin's four sons.

This Zhao Kuangyin has a total of four sons, the eldest son Zhao Dexiu and the third son Zhao Delin have died early, leaving only the second son Zhao Dezhao and the fourth son Zhao Defang two brothers.

In fact, Zhao Dezhao can be regarded as the eldest son of the emperor, and according to the inheritance tradition of the ancient Lichang, Zhao Dezhao should have been made the crown prince a long time ago.

It's just that what makes Shi Wei feel strange is that these two princes are not only not made princes, but also not even a prince, and even his title is only a virtual position of Guizhou defense envoy.

It is said that the intention of the saint to do this today is to let his precious son start from the grassroots level, and gradually increase his official ranks, and the intention of such a hone is more consistent with Zhao Kuangyin's homeless background.

It's just that throughout the ages, the eldest son of the emperor who has been mixed up so "miserably", this Zhao Dezhao is also the first one.

"Brother Cao, why did you kidnap me to participate in the Second Prince's Literary Meeting?" Shi Wei was puzzled.

Cao Cong saw that he insisted on asking, so he had no choice but not to enter the Wangxian Pavilion first, pulled him aside, and calmly said his intentions.

It turned out that he was grateful to Shi Wei for saving his life, and knew that he had excellent medical skills, so he wanted to move around and recommend him to work in the imperial hospital.

It's just that after thinking about it, the medical officers of the imperial hospital are specially designed to treat the emperor's relatives, powerful and important ministers, like Shi Wei, who returned from the Southern Tang Dynasty, and most of the imperial hospitals refused to let him go in to prevent unnecessary trouble.

Cao Cong thought about it, and thought that the second prince Zhao Dezhao likes talents, and there are many talented guests in the house.

In the future, the second prince will inherit the throne sooner or later, and when the new emperor ascends the throne, Shi Wei, a prince and guest, will naturally become the favorite of the new monarch, and it will be easy to make progress.

In this way, Cao Cong not only repaid his kindness, but also helped his Cao family bury a relationship, and it was this best of both worlds that prompted him to be so enthusiastic.

Of course, this latter reason, Cao Cong will not say explicitly, but Shi Wei secretly speculated.

After listening to Cao Cong's explanation, Shi Wei couldn't help but show a little gratitude, but he was puzzled: "Brother Cao's kindness really touched me, but how can Brother Cao be sure that I will win the favor of the second prince?" ”

Cao Cong smiled and said: "Brother Shi, I have read all the poems you made, otherwise where would I get this confidence." ”

I see.

Shi Wei couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and sighed: "I didn't expect you to inquire about me so clearly, Brother Cao. ”

There was a faint irony in his tone.

Cao Cong said apologetically: "Although Brother Shi has the grace to save my life, I shouldn't have inquired about Brother Shi's details in private, but I went to the Southern Tang Dynasty at that time, after all, I was carrying the identity of the public family, and some things were also a last resort in the public, and I hope Brother Shi will forgive me." ”

Cao Cong does things clearly between public and private, cautious and moderate, and now he calmly tells his inner thoughts, such a surname, Shi Wei is too late to admire, how can he blame.

He immediately bowed his hand and said happily: "Brother Cao's words are serious, you just did what you should do, and besides, you think about me like this, it's too late for me to be grateful, how can I be surprised." ”

Cao Cong confessed, Shi Wei was generous, and the two had a heart-to-heart with each other, and they couldn't help laughing.

So Shi Wei had no doubts, and after the three of them were searched by the sergeant and the maidservant, and after confirming that they did not have sharp weapons, they were admitted.

Passing through the arched flying corridor, the three of them entered the Wangxian Pavilion.

At this time, there were about 30 people gathered in the cabinet, most of them were gorgeously dressed children, but there were also many scholars in cloth clothes.

Previously, during the Southern Tang Dynasty, Shi Wei had entered Jixian Pavilion and participated in the cultural meeting organized by Xu Changqing.

Those so-called talents of the Southern Tang Dynasty do not lack of real talents, but most of them are either nobody, or they like to praise, or they love to compare their backgrounds, and as soon as they enter, they make people feel that the miasma is rampant.

The literary meeting of Wangxian Pavilion is very different, the talents present are all polite, the children of the powerful will not despise the origin of the cloth cloth talents, and those cloth clothes scholars will not be inferior because of poverty, and they will shake their heads and beg for pity.

As soon as Shi Wei entered here, he felt a high-spirited vitality.

"Well, it's really a new dynasty." Shi Wei sighed in his heart.

"There's a seat over there, let's sit down."

Cao Cong led the two of them to the southwest side of the railing, where there were just a few vacant seats, and it was good to enjoy the poetry while enjoying the scenery of Bianjing.

As soon as Shi Weifang sat down, Pan Zisu frowned and said, "Why do I smell a familiar smell?" ”

"What kind of taste:" Shi Wei and Cao Cong were both curious.

Pan Zisu sniffed a few times and said, "It's like the smell of fat powder on a woman's body." ”

"There are a few young ladies like you in this club, and it's not surprising that they smell of fat powder." Shi Wei pointed around and smiled.

Pan Zisu shook his head and said, "It's different, I have obviously smelled this smell." ”

As she spoke, she raised her head and looked around, her gaze finally resting on the adjacent one, and a hint of strangeness flashed between her eyebrows.

Shi Wei saw that her face was different, so he followed her gaze.

When he saw that the person next to him was, he couldn't help but show surprise.

Isn't the person sitting idle the same little boy who was competing with him for ice candy before?

"I said that the smell of this fat powder is somewhat familiar, it turns out to be from that little boy." Pan Zisu said in a trance.

Shi Wei's face showed disdain: "It turned out to be this guy, a big man's still smeared with grease powder, no wonder he looks like a sissy." ”

As the two of them spoke, the little boy sitting next to them also noticed them, and a trace of surprise clearly flashed in his big bright eyes, and casually, the little boy snorted coldly, turned his head to the front, and did not bother to look at them again.

"Brother Shi, you ......"

Cao Cong, who was puzzled on the side, was about to ask a question, but he heard someone on the other side of the corridor singing loudly: "Second Highness has arrived~~"

All the talented and beautiful women present got up one after another, facing the entrance of the flying corridor and bowed to greet each other.

In an instant, a young man dressed in a blue shirt walked in, it was Zhao Dezhao, the second prince of the Great Song Dynasty.

This Zhao Dezhao always had a smile on his face, and after he came in, he humbly and politely greeted everyone who passed by, and he did not see the slightest prince in his speech and demeanor, and he was quite approachable and close to the people.

Zhao Dezhao did not go to the upper seat, but picked up a side seat.

He faced everyone, smiled and said loudly: "Dezhao held this Fan Lou literary meeting, just to meet friends with literature, today there is no two highnesses here, only poetry friends and friends, you can go to the stage to show what masterpieces, so that we can appreciate and study together." ”

Zhao Dezhao's brief speech also did not have the dignity of the prince, and after that, he sat down and stopped talking at length.

Because of Zhao Dezhao's approachable attitude, the atmosphere that was originally a little solemn soon returned to its original relaxation.

The talented people did not twist, and soon some people volunteered to write their poems on stage for others to enjoy.

Whether it is the son of the powerful or the scholar of cloth, as long as the poem is well written, everyone will sincerely and enthusiastically appreciate its beauty, and will not be treated differently because of its status.

As for those works that are not well written, everyone does not hypocritically expose their shortcomings, even if you are the son of the prime minister, you still give a bad evaluation.

Zhao Dezhao also wrote a poem, although there are many praisers, but there are also people who criticize its shortcomings in public, and the remarks are quite sharp.

To Shi Wei's surprise, in the face of such a accusation of "not giving face to the leader", there was no sycophant who stood up to protect him, and Zhao Dezhao also humbly accepted the criticism of others, and also personally recorded other people's comments.

"A big country is a big country, and the mind and bearing are so different, Li Yu, Li Yu, it's strange that your smoky Southern Tang Dynasty is not destroyed......"

When Shi Wei sighed in his heart, Pan Zisu next to him couldn't hold it back, and hurriedly urged: "Yuanzhi, don't miss the opportunity, while His Royal Highness is still there, you should also hurry up to the stage to show your literary talents." ”

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