In the early morning of this day, after Zhang Yue got up, she saw that the weather was sunny and the autumn was crisp, so she played a set of Siping boxing in the courtyard.

She turned around curiously, only to see Zhu Youzhu wearing a purple coat, looking at her with burning eyes, Zhang Yue asked in surprise, "Your Highness, didn't you go to court today?"

"Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and the court has a day off."

Zhang Yue suddenly realized, "It's all Chongyang, time flies so fast!" ”

Xiaotong said beside him, "Yes, Niangniang, in previous years, in Chongyang, the academy organized disciples to climb high, and you are the tallest and fastest one." ”

Zhang Yue's eyes flickered, and he smiled proudly, "That is, in previous years, I was the first to climb to the top of the mountain when Chongyang ascended, and other disciples couldn't compare to me, and even Yuan Mo, who boasted of his good physical strength, was left behind by me every time." ”

Immediately, a look of disappointment appeared in her eyes, "But this year, the academy will climb again, but it will really be 'one less person in the dogwood'." ”

Zhu Youjiao's eyes fell on Zhang Yue, and he slowly spoke, "Yue'er, let's go to the top today, right?" ”

Zhang Yue was stunned, "Ascending? Where to? ”

"The scenery of Yunmeng Mountain in the eastern suburbs of the capital is very beautiful, and the distance is not far, you can go back and forth for one day, I heard that it is a must-go place for many literati and scholars to climb Chongyang.

"Yes, yes! Let's go now. ”

Looking at Zhang Yue's eager appearance, Zhu Youzhu chuckled and said, "You can finish breakfast first." ”

"Take it with you on the road to eat, save time, just spend the day, and leave time for beautiful scenery."

So Zhang Yue went back to the room and hurriedly changed into men's clothes, followed Zhu Youjiao into a carriage, and drove towards the eastern suburbs of the capital.

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The mountains in the area of Yunmeng Mountain are towering, the valley is cut deep, the strange peaks and different stones are varied, the waterfalls and flowing springs are all over, the clouds and mist are unpredictable, the forests and flowers are lush, and the natural scenery is very beautiful. It is a place that many literati and scholars must choose to climb high and look far away. Nowadays, in time for the Chung Yeung Festival, there is a particularly large flow of people.

On the winding mountain path, the two men who walked leisurely stood out among the many climbers.

The tall man has a clear and distinct outline, his handsome and fair face looks beautiful against the background of the morning sun, and even the smile on his lips seems to be stained into the color of sunshine, warm, soft and tranquil and timeless.

The thin man beside him pursed his red and moist lips slightly, and there were autumn waves where his eyebrows flowed; A few strands of hair fell from his forehead, only lining his thin cheeks like spring and snow.

The two of them provoked passers-by to look back frequently against the backdrop of the beautiful mountain scenery, secretly guessing whose young man was so outstanding.

The two ignored the eyes on the road, and were chatting cordially.

"Rumo, the scenery here is really good, no worse than Wuling Mountain." The thin man said excitedly.

"Yes, there are a few famous mountains near the suburbs of Beijing, if you like it, I will accompany you to have a visit."

"Okay, I can't ask for it. Ha ha! ”

The two chatted happily, and the hawker's voice came from the side of the mountain road in front of them, "Sell sugar and fried chestnuts!" Freshly baked fried chestnuts with sugar......"

When Zhang Yue heard this, his eyes lit up, and he walked in front of the vendor selling fried chestnuts with sugar in a few steps, "Boss, how much?" ”

"This son, ten big bucks a pack."

"Okay, come me..."

Zhang Yue stretched out his hand into his arms, and suddenly found that he was in a hurry to come out today, and he forgot to bring silver taels. I was stunned for a while, and I was reluctant to chestnuts, so I was stunned.

"Childe, do you want it? If you don't, don't get in the way of the villain's business? ”

"I ....."

"Give her a pack." A familiar and gentle voice sounded from behind him, and Zhang Yue turned his head to see that it was Zhu Youzhu who followed and was handing the hawker money.

As soon as the hawker saw the money, he quickly weighed a bag of chestnuts, packed it in oiled paper, and handed it to Zhang Yue. Zhang Yue took the chestnut and looked at Zhu Youzhu gratefully,

"Thank you, Rumo."

Zhu Youzhu chuckled at her,

"Let's continue up the mountain."

"Okay." Zhang Yue picked up the chestnuts with her hands as she walked, and she handed the first chestnut meat to Zhu Youzhang, "Rumo, give it to you." ”

Zhu Youzhu took the chestnut meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it, it was very sweet and glutinous, much sweeter than the tribute chestnuts he had eaten in the palace before. He also took one from the oiled paper, peeled it and ate it, and the two of them ate chestnuts while climbing the mountain.

Near noon, the two finally climbed the highest peak of Yunmeng Mountain, there was a vacant lot on the north slope of the peak, and an octagonal pavilion was built in the middle of the clearing.

At this time, many people gathered in the octagonal pavilion, as if there was some assembly, and there were bursts of cheers from the crowd.

Zhang Yue curiously pulled Zhu Youzhu to the outside of the pavilion, only to see a long case in the middle of the pavilion, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the case, and a young man writing something on the paper.

Someone next to him praised, "It's not a loss to be the first talent in Jiangnan, good poetry, good poetry!" ”

Zhang Yue asked a young man next to him curiously, "Eh, brother, let me ask, what are you doing?" ”

The young man saw that there was a very handsome man next to him asking himself, and immediately had a good feeling, and said patiently, "This is a famous poetry club gathering in the capital. ”

Only then did Zhang Yue understand that the worst performance in various subjects when she was in the academy was poetry writing, and she couldn't understand the rhyme and flatness of the poems at all, let alone the rhythm and battle. Li Dongyang, who taught poetry classes, asked her to memorize countless poems, saying that as long as she was familiar with 300 Tang poems, it would be effective, but Mr. Huanchu sighed and said a sentence after reading the poems she had made for three days.

"God is really fair, people have strengths, they must have shortcomings!"

Yuan Mo concluded that she is the kind of person who is born with a sense of rhyme. However, people are like this, the more things they are not good at, the more curious they are, and Zhang Yue often copied Tang and Song poems.

At this time, she heard that the poetry club was composing poems, and she was even more interested, regardless of the call of Zhu Youzhu behind her, she squeezed hard to the front of the crowd, and finally squeezed to the first row, she was trying to take a clear look, and suddenly the crowd behind her squeezed forward, she was pushed to the front of the crowd, and came to the side of an old man on the side of the long case, the old man looked at Zhang Yue and said,

"The little boy is so good-looking, Tang Gongzi has just finished writing a poem, since this little boy is so self-volunteering, please follow Tang Gongzi to also compose a poem."

"What! Sir, you asked me to compose a poem? ”

"Yes, as soon as the old man said which genius followed Tang Gongzi to compose poems and compete with Tang Gongzi, the little boy rushed over, presumably it must be a talented eight buckets. Please. ”