The next day.

There are already a lot of talented people gathered in the lakeside pavilion in Bowang Villa.

The pavilion is connected to the gallery and stands on the lakeside.

The pavilion is very large, a woman in the pavilion is wearing a purple gauze robe, is located in the pavilion stroking the qin, the green jade fingers slowly fluctuate, and the melodious sound of the piano spreads out.

This woman has a wonderful body, and her face is covered with a light veil, especially the black hair, which has an indescribable charm.

In front of him, dozens of wooden tables are being placed, on which pens, ink, paper and inkstones are readily available.

With the passage of time.

There were already a lot of people gathered in the pavilion one after another, basically all of them with heads and faces, and as for the other prisoners and their entourage, they were all sightseeing around the corridor that connected to the pavilion not far away.

There are a lot of talented people here, and they are basically famous families, so it is natural to keep talking about the relationship when they communicate, and everyone is used to it.

After all, in addition to composing poems, the most important thing in the poetry club is communication.

But the most incompatible person among them is the son of Cui Taishi, Cui Zhe.

Cui Zhe was quiet, sitting alone in the pavilion listening to the music, no matter who came to greet him, he just smiled indifferently and did not talk in depth.

On the contrary, Wang Yuan, basically greeted a person with a smile, and compared with Cui Zhe, they seem to be two different personalities.

"Brother Wang, King Yue is your uncle, I'm afraid I'll have to bother Brother Wang to help with the recent things that have happened in my family......

"It's a trivial matter, you can rest assured."

Wang Yuan was talking, and from time to time he glanced at Murong Qing who was not far away.

Although Murong Qing is good-looking and very quiet, no one will come forward to talk at this moment, because everyone knows the relationship between Wang Yuan and Murong Qing in their hearts.

They didn't want to offend Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan's uncle is King Yue, and King Yue, as the largest vassal king in Dali, has hundreds of thousands of troops in his hands, and King Yue has no children under his knees, so he naturally regards Wang Yuan as his own son!

Although it is not called the son of the world, it is actually no different from the son of the world.

At this time, Wang Yuan's eyes were looking at Murong Qing.

Murong Qing was standing with He Miqing at the moment, compared to He Miqing's calm face, Murong Qing looked uneasy.

She felt that as long as Cao Wei heard yesterday's news, she would inevitably come here.

But the poetry meeting is about to start, and there is still no news.

Even Guo Jia did not come back.

Normally, it doesn't take long to get back to Jian'an City from here, and more than a dozen hours is completely enough.

But now that everyone has arrived, Cao Wei has not yet come......

Could it be that he really doesn't want to enter the academy anymore?

"Qing'er."

The nasty voice came from her ears, and Murong Qing became even more nervous.

I don't know why.

She just hates Wang Yuan very much, let alone calling her like this in a place where there are so many people.

It's just that this Qing'er doesn't seem to be a big deal to outsiders.

Wang Yuan saw that Murong Qing was in a mess, and couldn't help but say, "The poetry meeting is about to start, are you still waiting for that waste?" ”

"What does it have to do with you?"

Murong Qing naturally didn't give any good looks.

Seeing this, Wang Yuan said with a smile: "Now that the demons are everywhere, yesterday I heard that Guo Jia returned to Jian'an alone, although he has the status of a tribute, but he does not have Haoran's righteous qi to protect his body, I am afraid that he may encounter some trouble." ”

"What did you say?"

Murong Qing's heart suddenly tightened, but at this moment, Wang Yuan had already turned his back.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Suddenly, a beautiful sound like a trickle of spring water sounded.

The people followed the prestige.

I saw that the woman who was stroking the qin slowly stood up and bowed slightly to everyone: "The poetry meeting has begun, you can start composing poems, and my father will be here later." ”

"Father?"

"Could it be that she is Miss Shi Di?"

"I just heard about it, but I didn't expect to see it like this!"

"This kind of temperament is worthy of being the daughter of a great Confucian, and I am afraid that under the veil is also the appearance of a fairy!"

In the face of everyone's words, Shi Di said with a smile: "This poetry meeting is different from the past, it is a proposition by my father, please use this Bowang Lake as a poem first." ”

"I'm sorry, this is what Fu is best at."

One of the scholars gently shook the folding fan, walked slowly to Shi Di, bowed, and said:

"The water and the mountains are suitable, and the people on the lake are under the pond. A song returns late, and the moon still ripples by itself. ”

The voice fell.

People who are familiar with each other applauded, especially those who were sightseeing in the corridor, and when they heard this poem, they knew how different they were from the people in the pavilion.

But at the moment.

Shi Di smiled and said, "Please write it down, stay here for the time being, and I will hand it over to my father for appreciation later." ”

"Sure enough!"

At this time, everyone reacted.

In previous years, there was no proposition in the poetry club, and it was basically just a literati who played freely and communicated with poetry.

If there is a good poem, at most, it will be a great good to be pointed out by Shi Zizheng.

It was meant to be just gossip.

Now that I heard what Shi Di said just now, I can roughly conclude that Shi Zi is really going to accept disciples this time!

Under the Great Confucianism, it is difficult to enter the academy.

Not to mention.

This great Confucian has never accepted any disciples, and his reputation is also the highest existence among the three great Confucians.

What a privilege it would be to be able to worship under his door?

"Of course, you can continue to communicate, if you have good poems and words, you can hand them over to me first."

Shi Di said, and the whole scene immediately became tense.

This is an opportunity to worship under the Great Confucianism, and those who were talking and laughing just now also found the table case and began to write.

"Qing'er, you should let me see how many catties and taels this Brother He has. And Qing'er, you must not ghostwrite, I know your style of writing poetry, if you let the dean know about it, I am afraid it will backfire. ”

Wang Yuan knew why Murong Qing valued the poetry club.

He smiled and glanced at He Miqing beside Murong Qing, and then walked into the crowd by himself and began to watch others compose poems.

After all, there are not many Confucian students here, and most of them are not here now, but are communicating with Shi Zizheng and them, although they all have their own masters, but Shi Zizheng, as the great Confucian of the academy, will naturally give teaching, and there is no time to come here.

It is Wang Yuan, where Murong Qing is, he will follow him.

"Hmph, leave him alone!"

Murong Qing turned his head to the other side, and began to point out with He Miqing's desk that he had found that was nowhere to be found.

She was in a hurry.

Because she knew that there were only three kinds of proposition poems.

The first is the proposition of Bowanghu, the second is the proposition of the reader, and the third is the proposition of the country!

He told Guo Jia the news yesterday.

He really wanted Cao Wei to come here, maybe after knowing the proposition, he would have a chance to be valued with a little preparation!

But until now, Cao Wei hasn't come yet!

But at this moment, Shi Di's voice sounded again:

"The water in a lake is indescribable. Who knows that thousands of years later, there is still the sound of reading. ”

Shi Di was holding a poem at the moment, began to read it, and then looked at Cui Zhe in front of him.

"Cui Gongzi's five-word quatrain is round and jade, but it is a rare masterpiece, compared to the Fu Gongzi of Fangcai, it has a different artistic conception."

"Miss Shi has won the award!"

Cui Zhe saluted very politely, and then took a few steps back.

Shi Di bowed slightly, then beckoned, and a maid walked over in the corridor.

"Give this poem to my father."

Shi Di's voice was not loud, but it was deafening to everyone's ears.

There were many poems written by many people on her desk, but only Cui Zhe's poems were taken away alone!

It can be seen that Cui Zhe has great hopes!

At this moment, everyone's eyes looked at Cui Zhe, and they all stepped forward to say hello.

But Murong Qing also sighed.

Just listening to the poem written by Cui Zhe just now, Cui Zhe obviously knows this proposition.

However, with Cui Taishi's ability, there doesn't seem to be anything strange about it......

Thinking of this, Murong Qing became even more anxious.

……

Meanwhile.

Several carriages slowly drove out of Jian'an City, and the leader of the line was Murong Fu.

For Murong Fu, who loves poetry, even if he is not invited, there is no reason not to go to this poetry club.

Although the time is a bit rushed.

But as a scholar of the Ministry of Rites, it doesn't matter if he goes late, and it is impossible for him to go and mingle with those juniors, basically waiting for all the poems to come out, and then give a little guidance.

Inside the carriage, Murong Fu was closing his eyes and recuperating, and his mind was full of Murong Qing's sullen appearance in the past few days.

"This stinky boy!"

Murong Fu showed that he was unharmed, then he opened the curtain of the car, and asked an official who was riding a horse outside the car, "I heard that Cao Wei is at the back of the team?" ”

When the official heard this, he arched his hand and replied: "Lord Hui, Cao Wei is walking with Lord Yang in a carriage and is following behind. ”

"Humph!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but snort coldly.

Originally, after the incident of the fireworks building last time, his impression of Cao Wei was not bad.

But in recent days, he found out that his baby daughter was depressed all day long because Cao Wei refused to participate in the poetry meeting, especially yesterday, and seemed to be crying with red eyes!

And that's not all.

A few days ago, his daughter was still worried about this Cao Wei all day long because of this Cao Wei, and she wanted to give Cao Wei the qualification to be recommended for entering Jiyun Academy!

If it weren't for his daughter's trouble, he would never have let go and said that Cao Wei would be admitted to the top prize!

He still had some resentment towards Cao Wei in his heart.

In his heart, Murong Qing was really afraid of breaking it in his hand, and he was afraid of melting it in his mouth!

But this Cao Wei made his daughter repeatedly annoyed, and even put pressure on him as a father again and again!

For him, this kind of thing is simply unacceptable!

To tell the truth, Cao Wei's poems are okay, and they are a good seedling, but that's all.

After all, he is a child of a poor family, even if he is admitted to Huiyuan, it does not mean how good he can be at writing poetry!

With the level of Cao Wei's poetry in Qinglou last time, although he can participate in the poetry meeting, he is no different from those ordinary family talents.

If you want to use this to enter Shi Zizheng's door, it is simply delusional!

He couldn't figure out why his daughter felt guilty just because Cao Wei gave him a bottle of perfume, and he actually wanted to fight for Cao Wei's recommendation qualifications!

Even if Cao Wei joined the academy, if he failed to practice in the following year, he would naturally be expelled!

It's better to give this opportunity to other important ministers in the court, so that the other party owes a favor!

In any case, it is much better to give this precious opportunity to someone who is useless!

At the critical moment, maybe it can save your life!

What's the use of just perfume?!

"This girl, after all, is not deeply involved in the world!"

Murong Fu exhaled deeply, his face was slightly depressed, and then he opened the curtain of the car again and said to the officials outside:

"Go, let Cao Wei compose a poem now, and then send someone to Bowang Villa quickly, so that he can retreat in the face of difficulties, and no one will drill into the academy one by one! lest Qing'er say I won't give this kid a chance! ”

"Yes!"