The lotus appreciation poetry meeting on the bank of the Taoxi River was held as scheduled, Ning Yuchu did not appear, but hid in the shadows, and Cangxin delivered the news in real time.

"Little master, the banquet has begun."

Ning Yuchu sat on the pomegranate tree, where the terrain was high, and the scenery by the river was in his eyes.

He hummed, picked a large, red pomegranate, rubbed it on his clothes without being dirty, and then stuffed it into his mouth and bit it.

The sweet fragrance is so sweet that you can't help but squint.

He picked one in a good mood and threw it under the tree, and said, "Don't be in a hurry to make a move first, and then do it when the atmosphere is at its most lively." ”

Cangxin took the pomegranate and said happily: "My subordinates understand." ”

Lotus poetry appreciation meeting.

Luo Nanqing and the others were already seated, they glanced around, and there were many students from the seven towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and coincidentally, many of them were still opponents in the annual league.

Everyone was no stranger, nodding and greeting each other across the table.

The person who presided over this poetry meeting was Gongshun Hou and his son, and he invited Master Lin Shu of the Hanlin Academy and Chen Yuyan, a famous Confucian teacher in Dijing, to comment.

Gongshun Hou's father and son were in the fiefdom before, and many people didn't know them, so most of the students came for Master Lin and Chen Daru.

In order to recruit these students, Gongshun Hou put in a lot of effort, and even Ning Zhenchun sat in a decent manner, not daring to show his usual arrogance.

He looks good, has a little ink on his belly, and deliberately shows an elegant demeanor, talking and laughing with several students around him.

Yuan Yifei and the three of them rubbed Luo Nanqing's post into the poetry club, and when they saw Ning Zhenchun's performance, Zong Rui secretly cursed: "A sanctimonious hypocrite!" ”

Zhong Linyou reminded in a low voice: "Don't worry, the show hasn't been staged yet, let's wait to see him fall off the horse." ”

When Zong Rui heard this, excitement appeared in his eyes, and he said, "I can't wait." ”

Gongshun Hou is rich and generous, and invited the chef of Jufulou to make pastries for everyone, and the poetry will be indispensable to help the fun, and he bought the first batch of fine wine in the summer of the first wine shop in Dijing.

Graceful lotus, accompanied by wine and food, the students are full of poetry, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready-made, not sticking to the form, everyone thinks of writing on it, free and happy.

Gongshun Hou set the rare book as the first reward, the second place is a set of hard-to-find pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the third place is a precious jade flute.

The prize is secondary, and it is the most important thing to be appreciated by Lord Lin and Chen Daru.

There are so many students that there are only six tables on the riverside, and those who are slow can only wait in line for the person in front of them to finish writing.

Where there are many people, there is gossip, and the same is true of men and women in the world.

There was a person who was bored and mentioned the current prince.

He said in a adoring tone: "I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a rare talent, one year old can recite, three years old pair pairs, five years old can compose poems, seven years old familiar with the four books and five classics, it is simply a model for my generation, but also a height that is difficult for my generation to reach." ”

This was echoed by the majority.

After Ning Zhenchun heard it, he said disapprerovingly: "That's too mysterious from the outside world." ”

His words caught everyone's attention.

To most of the students present, the prince was a mysterious and tall and fascinated figure, and he was extremely curious.

Someone asked in a whisper: "Then does the uncle know what the prince really looks like?" There may be water in the rumors, but it shouldn't be out of nowhere. ”

As soon as these words fell, everyone around them pricked up their ears.

Ning Zhenchun glanced at everyone, this is a great opportunity to touch Ning Qizhan, he has to take advantage of it!