When Gu Xuan and Fuyin left the garden together and returned to the hall along the same road, the atmosphere of the entire Winter Solstice Literary Conference had reached its climax, some people had already submitted their works, or improvised or prepared for a long time, and were bragging to friends at this time, and some people were holding pens and meditating for a good poem, and even frowning for the change of a word, some even walked outside with a pen and paper, facing the wind and snow to find inspiration, and some were already drunk, talking with friends, and wandering。

The national style of the Liang country is extremely open, and the gatherings between the literati are often drunk like mud, and some people even say that the one who drinks until he has a headache the next day is the real scribe, and if he doesn't drink too much, he can't write good articles, and he can't make good poems if he doesn't get drunk.

"Fuyin!"

Seeing that his sister was back, Yu Yao hurriedly said hello and walked over from the other side, and the third prince Gu Li and others next to him also came over, Gu Li also pretended to be elegant, although he was a little resentful in his heart, but there was a hypocritical smile on his face, Xu Huaiying was completely gloomy.

Yu Yao looked Gu Xuan up and down with scrutiny, and then asked with concern, "Fuyin, it's nothing." ”

"Yes, Princess Fuyin, there's nothing wrong, has this kid done anything wrong to you?"

The fourth Gu Hai also hurriedly rushed up and asked, looking at his concerned look, he thought that he was a familiar friend with the other party.

Gu Xuan's heart was indifferent, he only felt extremely disappointed, he even spoke like this in front of outsiders, Gu Xuan completely saw these so-called brothers, maybe they had never seen themselves as real brothers.

It turns out that the forbearance and restraint that have always been are just wishful thinking on my own.

Fuyin smiled through the veil and said, "Thank you for your concern, the fifth prince is very good to me, how can there be something?"

After speaking, he glanced back at Gu Xuan, his eyes were facing each other, and Fuyin's eyes narrowed happily, which made Gu Xuan's heart warm.

Although he is not of the same race, he is a hundred times better than the people of his own race.

Gu Xuan became more and more disgusted with the so-called royal family, as well as the so-called etiquette, the real brother regarded himself as an outsider, but outsiders were willing to speak out to relieve themselves, what kind of strange world is this?

And at this moment, Gu Cang in the field stood on the high platform and said loudly: "Please be quiet, the Winter Solstice Literary Conference is about to enter the final selection stage, dozens of literary friends have submitted works just now, and now the maid Ning Shuang will recite it for you, if you think it is good, you will raise your glass, and my maid Xiaolu will count, we will take who gets the most support in the end as tonight's Wenkui!"

The originally noisy scene quieted down in an instant, and even the people in Gu Xuan's small corner paid attention to the selection.

The third prince Gu Li and the fourth prince Gu Hai have gone up to submit their own works, and naturally they are very concerned about the results, after all, the people present are all well-known writers and poets in the court and the opposition, if they can get their affirmation, then it will be regarded as showing a big face, it is a good time to promote the name of the literature, both of them have the heart to compete for the throne, naturally they want to do better than the other princes in all aspects, and the reputation of the government and the opposition is particularly important.

Immediately, however, the most annoying voices of the two came out.

"Cang Gongzi's song "Qingping Tune" tonight has already overwhelmed the audience, how can we call Wen Kui? Wait a minute, it's better to ask Cang Gongzi to read the comments in person, so that we can praise the name of the article, isn't it?"

The person who spoke was the vice president of the Beijing Literary Society, one of the leaders of the literary world among the younger generation, and one of Gu Cang's friends and fanatical followers.

This person is not very old, the penmanship is strange, such as the sword of the rivers and lakes, and like a lonely green pine on the cliff, very distinctive, plus he is from a family, and he is very famous at a young age under the impetus of the family, and the poetry is true, all of them are specialized, and characters like him make a sycophant, and no one can say that he is not.

Gu Cang's literary name has been suppressed by a country at a young age, and after so many years, these literati and writers who originally regarded themselves very highly have already admired the talent of this Cang Gongzi from the bottom of their hearts, so when they heard this person's words, although they were still slightly uncomfortable because of the nature of the literati, no one dared to stand up and say a word of opposition, but there were many echoes.

There is only one stone in the world, the prince Gu Cang has nine buckets, and the others share one bucket, which is the most widely circulated sentence in the literary circle of Liangguo.

Gu Cang first bowed his hands to the Quartet one by one, and then said seriously: "Today is the Winter Solstice Cultural Conference, and the 'Qingping Tune' does not fit the theme of the Cultural Conference, not to mention that I said that I will not participate in today's Cultural Conference, so don't kill you anymore." ”

However, the man then said loudly: "Then it's okay to ask Gongzi Cang to wait for me to comment, I believe that all literary friends are looking forward to it, to be commented by you, that is a good opportunity to become famous!

For this, others are even more agreeable, with Gu Cang's fame and level, to comment on the poems of himself and others, that is naturally a good thing, although this kind of thing is difficult to enter the official history, but even if it is just recorded in the wild history, it is a good story, Confucian scribes, who doesn't want to leave a name in the history books?

Unexpectedly, Gu Cang on the stage still shook his head and said loudly: " I Liang country has only three generations since the founding of the country, and it is still considered by the rest of the countries to be the indigenous people of the Southern Barbarians, only I am the only one to make a name for my Liang country, far from enough, my Liang country, what I want is to pass on the torch from generation to generation, a steady stream of reading seeds, and in the future, I will rely on you to join hands to revitalize the reputation of my Liang country's literary circle, and in the next young age, I dare not dare to be beautiful in the front, today I specially invited Mr. Xue Xihe to comment on the world's heroes, and I dare not delay Mr. Xue's time, and now I will drive Mr. Xue to the stage. ”

As soon as the words fell, Ning Shuang helped an old man with a white beard out of the room next to him.

Jiangzhou Xue family, scholarly family, Confucian and Taoist family, this Xue Xi and Mr. Xue became famous very early, is the evergreen tree of the Liangguo literary circle, when he was young, he was already one of the representatives of the Liangguo literary circle, this year has passed the year of the sixtieth year, that is a first-class literary senior, by him to comment, the most suitable.

Gu Hai, the fourth prince below, was even more shocked, and blurted out: "Grandpa!"

The scene was originally extremely quiet, and his shout immediately attracted the people next to him to look over to this side.

Gu Hai's mother, the He family, came from a wealthy family in Jiangzhou, and many people in the clan married into the Xue family.

Unexpectedly, Xue Xihe on the stage didn't even look at this great-grandson, even if the other party is a prince of a country, but in front of a character like him, it is almost like a fart, he is a famous man in the literary world, if he goes out of the mountain to the court, it is the emperor of the dynasty who has to be courteous with the highest standard.

What's more, he is past the sixtieth birthday, half of his feet have stepped into the coffin, and he is the hardest-tempered and most serious Confucian protégé, how can he break his eyebrows and bend his waist to deal with the powerful, if he likes it, he likes it, and if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it.

The reputation and ability of the fourth prince Gu Hai, he couldn't be clearer, compared to the crown prince next to him, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a world of difference, which makes him Xue Xihe have the face to respond.

Seeing that everyone else was looking at his unassuming great-grandson, Xue Xihe cleared his throat and hurriedly spoke.

"Everyone's romance tonight, there is also the charm of old and young, good, very good! Readers, it's not that you can't let go of the wreckage, the old man was also singing every night when he was young, today I saw you, and read your poems and articles, I really want to sigh that there are successors in the literary world of my Liangguo!"

The arrival of such a respected old gentleman on stage was a little ruined the atmosphere of the young people in the hall, but the old gentleman's words instantly made the atmosphere of the entire cultural meeting lively again.

Gu Cang bowed beside him and said: "The old gentleman smiled, but he thought that following the rules may not be a true gentleman, and only after three rounds of wine can he make a good article." ”

If this is not well understood, it is originally a bit ironic, but the old gentleman didn't care, but nodded and praised: "A good man who follows the rules may not be a true gentleman, and the old man has to praise the old man's talent, okay, just ask the girl Jingjing to recite the poem, but I have a rule, don't drink, can't speak." ”

The old gentleman squeezed his eyebrows for a while, and the audience suddenly burst into laughter, Gu Cang hurriedly brought the rice wine that had been heated in advance, sprinkled wolfberries, held it high above his head with the etiquette of a disciple, and respectfully presented it to Xue Xihe.

The old gentleman grabbed the small and delicate wine bottle, poured himself a full glass, raised his head and drank it all, shook his head and sighed: "When I was young, I often got drunk, and the next day I had a headache and felt that it was the style of the literati. ”

Without waiting for the others to speak, Xue Xihe threw off his robe, sat down peacefully, and said while drinking wine: "Let's start." ”