"In this situation, if you can make a good song, into the eyes of everyone, I am afraid it will benefit immensely." Tian Jiabing sighed.

Now that Zhao Huaicai has gone to Beijing to take the exam, only three of them are left among the so-called four talents.

"Indeed, Wang is good at side poetry, Mr. Drunkard is good at landscape poetry, Zheng is good at words, and Liu is good at pastoral poetry."

"Even if they are good at different directions, the sum of these few people is enough to be called the purple gold beam of the southern literary world, the white jade pillar of the sky."

"It's a pity that Brother Zhao left early, otherwise, if you look at everyone's demeanor and get a few lessons, you must be able to grasp it a little more in the spring." Lu Huailiang said.

Among the three, Pang Juanzhi, who has always been open-minded and optimistic, did not speak.

Because his poems are the best of the three, the pressure is naturally the greatest.

In other words, he is the one who holds the bull's ear in the younger generation of Huainan literary circles.

When the poetry meeting starts, most of these people's eyes will fall on his head, so how can he not be nervous?

Seeing him like this, Lu Huailiang didn't want to say more, but kept quiet and let him think about it.

If it was in the past, Pang Juanzhi might have been jealous of his fame.

But this time is different from the past, if Pang Juanzhi is famous today, it will be the name of the entire Huainan.

In the future, when he Lu Huailiang walked out, his face would be more radiant, and he would naturally lose his jealousy.

In front of outsiders, the Huainan literary circle is still very united.

On the high platform, the five people sat down in turn.

Zheng Ximeng took the lead and said: "Brother Qin, when the capital was goodbye, I haven't seen you for many years!" ”

Qin Xiuwen was also embarrassed, the people in front of him were all his friends, classmates, or colleagues in the capital.

After many years, seeing each other again at this time was naturally exciting for a while.

"Brother Qin is still the same as back then, his demeanor is still the same, unlike me, he is becoming more and more like a bad old man." Mr. Drunkard, with three feet of long hair and gray sideburns, said.

"Where is this, if Wen Ruo indulges in mountains and rivers all day long, chic and uninhibited, it's too late for me to envy." Wang Tiexuan, who is not smiling on weekdays, faced his old friend for many years, and at this moment, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and his tone was brisk.

Wen Ruo is the word of Mr. Drunkard.

If the intersection is not deep, I am afraid it is difficult to know.

"I'll talk about it later, I think the Huainan talents are a little impatient. Let's start first. Liu Wenzhou proposed.

But who would have thought, Qin Xiuwen shook his head: "No, there are still distinguished guests who have not arrived." ”

"Guest?"

In front of them, who in the literary world can be called a distinguished guest?

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Just when everyone was puzzled, a voice came.

A young man in black armor and a three-foot blue blade on his waist paced.

I saw that although this person was born burly, his eyebrows were particularly gentle, and he was quite feminine.

If you are willing to change into a Confucian robe, a gentleman is like jade, and it must be such a person.

Wearing armor, it is a bit nondescript.

But none of the people present dared to make similar remarks.

Instead, they got up, bent down and saluted, and said respectfully: "I've seen King Jing." ”

Yes!

The man in front of him with gentle eyebrows and a soft tone is King Jing!

When the emperor is the son of the emperor!

How noble is his status?

Don't say that they are coming, even if Hu Yan comes, they have to bow their heads and salute.

This is the majesty of the royal family.

"No courtesy."

"Zhirou, come out and see all of you."

King Jing's voice fell, and everyone realized that there was a slightly smaller figure in white behind King Jing.

At this time, he stepped forward and saw his face.

It's really... A rare turbidity son, a young man.

"Everyone, Xiaosheng is polite here." Seeing so many people at once, Xiang Zhirou was very excited, but she never broke the etiquette, and she was extremely thoughtful in her words and actions.

"I've seen Childe." Everyone said.

Just kidding, although I don't know this person, but it was brought by King Jing, maybe it's a relative of the emperor, how can I be lazy?

Soon, King Jing sat on the main seat, and Xiang Zhirou sat beside him.

And the number of those who stood on the high platform became seven.

At this time, there were also sharp-eyed people in the audience who saw King Jing, but they didn't recognize him.

"Brother Juan, Brother Lu, who is that in the stands? He can be in the ascendant! Tian Jiabing said.

Lu Huailiang didn't care much at first, but after taking a closer look, he trembled like chaff, beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and his voice trembled: "That... That's King Jing! ”

Hearing this, Pang Juanzhi's face turned a little paler.

Is even King Jing coming?

"Let's get started."

On the high platform, King Jing spoke.

Qin Xiuwen understood, and immediately stepped forward and said:

"Huainan Poetry Club, officially begins."

"I also hope that you will encourage you to praise me in the name of Huainan with splendid poems!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd in the audience suddenly became noisy. While the atmosphere was warm, there was also a bit of tension.

But fortunately, the poetry club does not want to chant poems as soon as it comes up.

Rather, it has to... Serve the food first.

This man is iron, and his rice is steel.

Even if it's a poem, you can't have an empty stomach, right?

And when it comes to wine and food, at this time, on the high platform, Qin Xiuwen said to King Jing:

"I heard that the prince is coming, Qin specially prepared dishes from two restaurants, and I hope the prince will taste it."

Then he made the dispute between Feihong Restaurant and Tenglong Restaurant clear.

This is Gu Beichuan's main purpose of looking for Qin Xiuwen, but in Qin Xiuwen's opinion, it is just a trivial matter, how can it be important to let Gu Beichuan take the stage to compose poems?

If King Jing doesn't come, there will only be him and a few old friends, and there is no need to even mention this matter.

But now that King Jing is here, these dishes must be tasted by King Jing first, so he has to mention.

After Qin Xiuwen finished speaking, King Jing Xiang Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and came to the nature.

"I'd like to take a good look at it."

When Xiang Zhirou on the side heard this, her eyes were slightly stunned, and she was a little surprised.

Fei Hung Restaurant? Isn't this a restaurant that takes care of everyone?

The taste of the dishes, she also tasted that day.

To be honest, for ordinary people, it is naturally an excellent delicacy.

But for princes and nobles like them, it is a little inadequate.

Brother Jingwang, I'm afraid I won't like it.

Thinking of this, Xiang Zhirou couldn't help frowning slightly, and a touch of worry floated in her heart.

When the time comes, if Brother Jing is angry, I will definitely have a few more words of comfort.

"What's wrong?" As if he saw her abnormality, Xiang Qingfeng asked.

"It's fine." Xiang Zhirou put away her emotions and smiled smartly.

"In that case, let's serve it."

An order was given, and after a short time, a small guy came dragging a dinner plate.

The plate is covered with a white cloth with a distinctly shaped can-like bump under the white cloth, which is clearly a dish.

As we got closer, a rich and mellow aroma wafted in.

It does not seem to be the aroma of one ingredient, but rather a mixture of various ingredients. Hearing it, people can't help but move their index fingers.

Just when everyone was speculating about what this first dish was.

The plate had been presented to King Jing, and he lifted the white cloth, and the dishes came into view.

Precisely......