Wenhui downstairs.

There are four pavilions in the four sides of the lotus pond, and the names of the pavilions are all splashing ink pavilions.

In each pavilion stood two eunuchs.

There is a table in the pavilion, and there are four treasures in the study, which is where these students came to put their pens.

Of course, no one in the pavilion has come at the moment.

The students let out a burst of cheers and then fell silent.

Although this year's Mid-Autumn Festival will be presided over by His Royal Highness the Prince, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will ascend the throne as the emperor next autumn!

If you can make the best poems tonight and can enter the eyes of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, then after His Royal Highness the Crown Prince becomes the emperor of Wu next year, a group of new people will inevitably be used as officials.

This is a son of heaven and a courtier!

You don't need to participate in the scientific expedition like crossing a single-plank bridge, you don't need to spend a lot of money to go to the recommendation of a high-ranking official, you don't need to join a certain faction, you are directly a protégé of the Son of Heaven.

This is certainly a once-in-a-lifetime good thing.

All the students are gearing up, looking forward to the luck that will befall them.

Three of the four great talents of Wu are no exception.

Ai Hedong, Pu Qianmo, and Tai Zhaohua are three of the four most famous talents in Wu State, and they are certainly the most popular candidates to win the top three tonight.

This time, the title of the Mid-Autumn Festival was released by Guozijian half a month ago.

In fact, all the students and those literati have been brewing their own poems in the womb in the past half a month.

However, there were a lot of people participating in this literary meeting, and the competition was certainly more intense, so none of these students and literati went to that pavilion to write and write.

Someone continues to think.

There are also people who are looking around.

Ai Hedong was wearing a Confucian shirt and shaking a paper fan standing by the lotus pond, he looked at Pu Qianmo and Tai Zhaohua, and said with a smile:

"Brother Pu, Brother Tai, when are you going to appear?"

Pu Qianmo also shook the paper fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Wait, Brother Ai is ready?" ”

Ai Hedong bowed slightly, raised his head to look at the moon, and sighed: "I was prepared, but I was not satisfied." ”

"It's also strange to say, in order to make this Mid-Autumn Festival, these days I have carefully pondered the fifteen words of the poet fairy."

He retracted his gaze, looked at Pu Qianmo and smiled bitterly, and shook his head: "You shouldn't have read his poems." ”

The fan in Tai Zhaohua's hand snapped away, and asked curiously, "Why?" ”

"His poems are like a kind of soul magic, the more you look at it, the more interesting it is, the more you read it, the more you feel it, the more you feel it...... The more he will indulge in the artistic conception between the lines, it will be difficult to extricate himself, and he will not be able to have the confidence to surpass him! ”

"It's like that painting screen spring!"

"Originally, Wu Guo did not paint Pingchun, and the best wine is Liquan."

"But before the two countries became enemies, a merchant brought Ningguo's painting screen spring to Kyoto, and had the pleasure of having a cup of ......."

"Tut-tut!"

Ai Hedong shook his head with emotion: "The two are compared, Liquan...... Nothing! ”

"It's the same with poetry."

"Before Li Chen'an's poems were introduced to Wu Kingdom, the top three of the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Conference in the past five years were almost occupied by our four talents."

"At that time, I felt that poetry and articles were nothing more than that, probably I had reached the peak, so I was proud, and even mentioned the words on the Wenfeng Pagoda and left my name."

But when his poems were introduced to the state of Wu...... Fang Xiao's poem can still be so beautiful, Fang Zhi is really outside the sky, there are people outside the sky! ”

Pu Qianmo sighed for three breaths and patted Ai Hedong's shoulder:

"Brother Ai, don't be presumptuous!"

"What if he's a poet? It's not that he died at the hands of Ning Guo's own people! ”

"I admit that his poetry attainments are extremely high, and few people in the world can match them, but he can no longer have any poems handed down, and all that remains is those twenty or so poems."

"Also...... The importance of this cultural meeting, presumably Brother Ai also knows it. What am I waiting for a 10-year cold window for? ”

"Poetry and articles are a brick that knocks on the door!"

"This Mid-Autumn Festival will be different from the past, if the three of us can come out on top, next autumn, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will ascend the throne as the emperor...... I am waiting for Xu Neng Dapeng to rise with the wind one day and soar up to 90,000 miles! ”

And he Li Chen'an...... has long been turned into a cup of loess, this future, whether it is officialdom or the literary world, belongs to us after all! ”

Tai Zhaohua nodded, but unexpectedly, Ai Hedong suddenly asked:

"Hey, you say, Li Chen'an's sentence Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles, what is the whole poem?"

This no one knows.

Because this sentence was said by Li Chenan to the people of Shuzhou before watching the play in Chongqing Mansion in Shuzhou, before watching the play on the Water Mirror Stage.

That's all he said.

But with the heroism and artistic conception of this sentence, no one can beat it.

Pu Qianmo was dumbfounded, and glared at Ai Hedong: "You have to go to the underworld to ask him!" ”

"I said, Brother Ai, why can't you get over him like the girl in the Qinglou?"

Ai Hedong grinned: "It's not that I can't get over this hurdle, I admire him from the bottom of my heart!" ”

"It's a pity,"

Ai Hedong looked at the full moon reflected in the lotus pond, and his expression gradually darkened:

"Actually, I originally wanted to travel to Ningguo, and I wanted to ask him for advice on this poem in person."

"But I didn't expect him to really die, and I didn't expect the two countries to fight at Wuyiguan."

"But I've heard that Ningguo's Jiangnan Province is completely different from when Ji Tai was the prime minister in the past."

"Listening to those merchants, this is the national policy he left to Ning Guo, and the earth-shaking changes that have occurred under the vigorous promotion of Mr. Wen Boiling Yuwen!"

Tai Zhaohua frowned and looked at Ai Hedong, "Brother Ai is cautious!" ”

He lowered his voice, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent an envoy to Ning Guo, it is said that he has suffered some grievances, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's attitude towards Ning Guo is not so friendly, after he ascends the throne, maybe there will be more conflicts between the two countries." ”

"After all, we are from the Wu Kingdom, if we say that the Ning Kingdom is good...... In case the spies in the cardinal's room hear about it, it's a trivial matter that your future is cut off like this, but don't lose your life because of this! ”

Ai Hedong pursed his lips, and Pu Qianmo patted him on the shoulder again, "Let's go, let's go and write down the words of the Mid-Autumn Festival!" ”

The three of them walked towards the three pavilions.

The crowd was surging at once.

The three of them waved in the pavilion, and the rest of the students and literati seemed to be driven by them, and they walked in one by one.

The third floor of Wenhui Building.

The crown prince Wu Qian did not sit in front of his low table at the moment.

He and Xia Hua stood by the fence, watching the students write words in the ink booth one by one.

His heart rejoiced.

Stretching out his hand and pulling: "These young talents are all the best students of Wu Guoshu, and they are all talents who will be in charge of Wu Guo in the future!" ”

"This palace really doesn't believe that so many students and literati make a Mid-Autumn Festival poem together, and there will be a few poems that surpass Li Chen'an!"

Xia Hua pursed her lips, thinking that with Mr.'s song "When Will the Bright Moon Be There", no one here could make a poem beyond this word.

Wu Qian happened to turn his head and happened to see it.

His heart sank, and Xia Hua's disdain made him feel uncomfortable.

He suddenly changed his words and asked, "You say...... Is Li Chenan dead or not? ”