"Uncle Zhang Shi, every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, you come to visit the second uncle in person, and you are very grateful." At this time, in the backyard of the Wang family, in the Mingyue Pavilion.

Wang Xiuzhi and an old man in white sat opposite, with tea and fruit cakes in front of them.

Wang Xiuzhi said to the old man with a grateful face.

"The head of the Wang family doesn't have to be polite, I am the same brother and sister as the stinging brother, he has suffered a great disaster, like a crazy demon, I can't help him, I am already ashamed, I came to visit, it is natural." The white-robed old man waved his hand and said, "In the past few years, Brother Jing's condition has been good and bad, but on the whole, it has been developing in a good direction, but this year, Brother Jingjing seems to be a little different. The white-robed old man spoke.

Wang Xiu was stunned and asked, "What's new in the second uncle?" ”

The white-robed old man groaned slightly: "I can't figure it out, I feel that Brother Stunned seems to have changed a little, but I can't say what the changes are, I don't know if it's good or bad." ”

This white-robed old man is called Zhang Qingchen, and he is also a scholar of Liupin University, and he is a close friend of Wang Jingzhen of the Wang family.

Wang was stunned and suffered an accident before, and he went crazy overnight and became a madman.

Wang Jingzhen's master, Zhao Zhe Daru exhausted his mental strength to barely save Wang Jingzhen's life, and since then, Wang Jingzheng has been sent back to Wang's family and has been recuperating at home until now.

Since then, Zhang Qingchen has come to visit every year and brought some healing elixirs for Wang to take in shock.

"Oh?" Wang Xiuzhi's expression was a little surprised, although the second uncle was crazy, but he was also a real six-grade scholar, and he was the only one in his Wang family who was closest to Confucianism in the past hundred years.

Over the years, it has always been the signboard and façade of the Wang family.

Moreover, the Confucianism and Taoism system is huge, there are many monks, and when Wang was sober before he was stunned, he had many close friends, such as this light dust in front of him, which were all powerful resources that the Wang family could use.

So even if he is crazy, the Wang family does not dare to slack off at all, and wants to protect Wang Jingjing.

But now, Zhang Qingchen actually said that Wang Jingzhen seemed to have changed, which made Wang Xiu's heart chuckle, but there was no bad change.

"The head of the Wang family doesn't have to worry." Zhang Qingchen seemed to see that Wang Xiuzhi was not right, and said with a smile: "Brother Jingzhi himself is fine, but his Wen Palace and Wen Xin seem to have fallen into a deep sleep, and I have never heard of such a situation for many years." ”

"But Brother Shocking is not worried about his life, please rest assured." Zhang Qingchen added a key sentence.

This is the most critical word, sure enough, hearing this, Wang Xiuzhi put his mind at ease, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi, you came at the right time this time, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival rally in two days, this year is the Wang family as the east, and the children of the eight surnames will come, I said before that I was afraid of being abrupt, but it is rare that you are free this time, it is better to have a two-day Mid-Autumn Festival rally, and you will be the host." ”

The presiding officer is similar to the referee, saying that it is an assembly, which is generally a literary meeting or a poetry meeting, and this kind of assembly will generally invite a talented elder or talented person to come and be the host to judge the anthology of the participants, or the quality of the poems.

This time, Zhang Qingchen happened to come, and the Wang family was the host of this Mid-Autumn Festival, if Zhang Qingchen could be invited to be the host of this Mid-Autumn Festival, it would be a big face for the Wang family.

After all, Zhang Qingchen is a real six-grade university scholar.

Zhang Qingchen thought for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Since the head of the Wang family invited, then Zhang is disrespectful." ”

Zhang Qingchen came this time, except for visiting Wang Jingzhen, there was indeed no other arrangement, and as the host, it was not useless.

There are many scholars in Dali, and Confucianism and Taoism people hold frequent gatherings, or exchange reading experiences, or debate the four holy classics, or poetry and songs, and article competitions, everyone is very enthusiastic.

Such gatherings are generally invited to host, and some great Confucians and scholars will go to be the hosts, and find excellent scholars from them and accept them under their own disciples.

It is also common for some hosts to gain inspiration and form their own knowledge on the rally.

This is also a good thing for Zhang Qingchen.

"Hahaha, this Mid-Autumn Festival gathering, with Uncle Shi's participation, will definitely spread the name of Taiyuan, which is also a great encouragement for the children of the eight surnames!" Wang Xiuzhi was extremely happy, the Mid-Autumn Festival rally was a time to become famous, and the scholars of Liupin University participated in the Mid-Autumn Festival rally held by his Wang family, and it was also a good story to spread out!

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"Uncle, Miss Shengnan of the Wang family has been grounded." Chun Tao helped Fang Yi comb his hair in a bun at this time, and said as he spoke.

Fang Yi nodded: "If Shengnan deals with me, a cheap son-in-law from the Northland, the Wang family will naturally ban her feet." ”

Thinking of Wang Shengnan, the corners of Fang Yi's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, in this twilight Wang family, Fang Yi could smell the decay and stale atmosphere everywhere, and only Wang Shengnan was the only one, which made Fang Yi feel that the hope of the Wang family was in this Wang Shengnan.

Qiu Ju also opened her mouth and asked at this time: "Uncle, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in two days, do you want to participate?" ”

"It's better not to participate, I'm going to make a big fuss again." Fang Yi shook his head.

Since the last autumn hunting ceremony, Fang Yi has been regarded as an enemy by the people of the Wang family, just like a plague god, not only the upper echelons of the Wang family do not have any dealings with Fang Yi, but even the subordinates have avoided Fang Yi, Ping Suli just sent food to him, and left after sending it, and he didn't want to stay for a moment.

"Miss will participate until she is fifteen." Chun Tao smiled at this time and said, "But later, Miss never participated again." ”

"Huh?" Fang Yi was puzzled: "Is it because you went to the palace to study?" ”

"The children of the eight surnames have a lot of wine bags and rice bags, so it's okay not to participate in such a boring gathering." Xia He, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "This is Miss's original words. ”

"Hahaha." Fang Yi couldn't help but wonder: "I think Tsing Yi is right." ”

As he was talking, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Uncle, Mrs. Luo has sent a message." ”

Qiu Ju stood up, opened the door, and Mrs. Luo's personal maid, Qingmei Shiran, walked in.

"Uncle!" Qingmei bowed and said: "Madame asked the slave maid to come and spread the word: in a few days it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the children of the eight surnames will come, and my uncle is the first time to come to the Wang family, so you can participate in it." ”

Fang Yi was about to speak.

Qingmei continued: "Madame also said, my uncle doesn't have to worry about the Autumn Hunting Ceremony, just pay attention to the Mid-Autumn Festival when you participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

Okay, the last retreat was also blocked by Fang Yi.

Fang Yi had no way to refuse, after all, who let Mrs. Luo be his cheap mother-in-law.

Fang Yi did not hesitate, and spoke directly: "I was tired of the Qingmei girl to pass the word, so I said: Fang Yi knows, the previous incident has worried my mother, I will participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will grasp the proportions, please rest assured." ”

Qingmei left, Fang Yi and the three maids looked at each other, but somehow, they all laughed.

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The Mid-Autumn Festival rally began as scheduled, and August 15 was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the day before, the children of the eight surnames came one after another.

The royal family is like a city, and there is a big banquet for days.

The eight surnames were the second clan in the previous dynasty, and the first clan was the six major lords of the previous dynasty.

The eight surnames are Guanzhong Li, Qinghe Cui, Taiyuan Wang, Shuzhong Tang, Tangzhou Liu, Langya Jiang, Yangzhou Zhang, and Jiangnan Sun.

These eight surnames had a great family in the previous dynasty, and the children of the people in the door were all over the place, rich and well-off, and the masters were like clouds.

By today's time, most of the eight surnames have declined, but even so, they are far from being comparable.

Li Zifeng of the Li family in Guanzhong is also a scholar of the Liupin University of the Dynasty, a waiter of the Ministry of Rites and Rites of the official residence, there is a general of the Liupin Tiangang Realm in the Qinghe Cui family, and the son-in-law of the Taiyuan Wang family is the Marquis of Luoshen, in addition, several other families, or there are scholars, or there are good generals in the army, or they have a close relationship with the Daomen, all in all, these eight surnames also preserve the last bit of dignity of the family.

The Mid-Autumn Festival rally is set up in the 10,000 acres of lotus pond in the front yard of the Wang family.

It was night, the bright moon was hanging high, and the Wang family was lit up and down, which was extremely lively.

The people are like fish and dragons, and the children of the eight surnames are full of talents and gather together.

According to Mrs. Luo's meaning, Fang Yi was also among this group of people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, according to the convention, our eight surnamed children gathered together to welcome the annual Mid-Autumn Festival, this year is my Wang family to do the east, please all young talents do not have to be polite, just do what you want." Wang Xiuzhi delivered a warm welcome speech.

"In addition, I would like to solemnly announce to you that in this rally, we have invited Zhang Qingchen as our presiding officer of this rally, and you students should seize the opportunity, if you can get the favor of the scholar, he will be on the rise, just around the corner."

As soon as these words came out, the spirits of the eight surnamed children present were all inspired.

The surprise on their faces was palpable, and it was obvious that they all knew very well how important it was for a bachelor of the Sixth Rank Realm to be the host of this assembly.

This is a great opportunity for them to make a name for themselves.

Everyone is gearing up to perform well at this Mid-Autumn Festival rally.

The children of the Wang family are no exception.

After Wang Xiuzhi finished speaking, he went to accompany the elders of the eight surnames who came, this Mid-Autumn Festival gathering was originally an event prepared for young people, and it was an opportunity for them to show their style.

"You are all the best among the children of the eight surnames, and the old man was invited by the head of the Wang family to preside over this assembly, since this is the case, then I will explain to you the rules of this assembly first." After Wang Xiuzhi left, Zhang Qingchen got up and spoke.

The presiding officer, since he is the presiding officer, is responsible for the formulation of the rules of the assembly and the ruling of the final result.

When the children of the eight surnames heard this, they all cheered up and began to listen carefully to the rules formulated by Zhang Qingchen.

"Since it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's take the 'Mid-Autumn Festival' as the theme, the so-called: the Mid-Autumn Festival is bright, and the thoughts are like water, which cannot be cut off. You can use this sentence as the title, expand, you can write poems, you can chant and sing, you can elaborate on the argument, or you can write a strategic article, the format is not limited, you can say something, the old man is a scholar, I believe you should trust the judgment of the old man. ”

After listening to the question, the children of the eight surnames had no waves on their faces.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival, how many talents have always been, I don't know how many articles have been made on the topic of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is still the case, Zhang Qingchen's topic is decent, and it is completely in their expectations.

After listening to this, Fang Yi couldn't help but slander: "There is also a proposition essay here, the topic should be that thoughts are like water, and they cannot be cut off, the Mid-Autumn Festival is the day of reunion, since it is a reunion, it will not be missed, since it is a thought, that is, there is no reunion." As for the format, Zhang Qingchen also said, you can debate, write poems, sing, and of course, write small essays. ”

However, none of this has anything to do with Fang Yi, according to Mrs. Luo's explanation before, he only needs to participate and take a look here.