After an education, Lei Chong lay on the ground and wailed, leaving tears of grievance in the corners of his eyes.

This is especially a jade girl in the last second, knowing that after the other party is promoted to the fifth grade, she will directly conceive a jade baby.

This is too good at watching people put on the dishes!

Seeing that the eldest grandson was about to leave after tidying up the practice clothes on his body, Lei Chong hurriedly jumped up.

"Master, don't be in a hurry to find Huaiyu first, they are in the Imperial Garden at this time, Your Majesty doesn't like to be disturbed, don't ......"

"Heh, the old man wants to see how this little Yi'er blames the old man!" Without waiting for Lei Chong to finish speaking, the eldest grandson Shen waved his hand to interrupt.

Lei Chong took out the crumpled words from his arms again, "Master, look at this first, there are words written to you by His Majesty, and I can't understand it." Lei Chong touched the back of his head a little embarrassed.

"Show me, you kid doesn't read much, you don't know a single big word all day, isn't it a shame to go out?"

As soon as Changsun Shen took the rice paper in his hand and unfolded it, he glanced at it, and in the next second, the whole person was stunned!

On the rice paper, in addition to the beautiful and powerful lines of poetry in the center, there are also a few lines of small characters underneath.

But his gaze couldn't take his eyes off the poem, and he ignored Lei Chong, who was puzzled next to him, and his mouth trembled and kept muttering.

"The Knight's Journey...... Brush off your clothes and go to hide deep with your name ......"

"Master, this poem was written by His Majesty? It feels like what Cao Wanjiang Daru wrote, it sounds exciting! ”

Lei Chong listened to the eldest grandson's chatter, and also felt that this poem was quite well written, but he didn't understand what was good.

"Well... Good poetry! This poem should be on the first, the best in the poem! It's not a problem to sing for 100 years! ”

"The strong chivalrous style of the rivers and lakes is really chic and uninhibited, crisp and neat, and it smells like a fresh breeze! I didn't expect this Yi'er to have such a poetic talent, I saw what he wrote before, but C, now this one is really amazing! ”

The eldest grandson Shen couldn't help but admire, he is a master of calligraphy, and the texts he writes are original, so he also loves poetry.

So much so that when he saw this good poem, he almost couldn't help but want to make an exception and transcribe it.

But he still looked at the small lines below.

[Imperial Lord, I have calculated that your exit will be in these two days, if you are free, please be sure to be present at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting tomorrow to promote the prestige of the Ming Dynasty. In addition, this poem was written by my personal eunuch, and Huaiyu also broke the shackles of his mood and was promoted to the five-rank martial king. I wonder if it can help the emperor understand the three products? 】

"Master, what did Your Majesty write?" Lei Chong leaned over curiously and asked.

The eldest grandson frowned and ignored Lei Chong.

Although he is already a half-step martial saint, he was really shocked back and forth today.

And the reason is that it is all this "Chivalrous Journey".

But even he praised this poem, and even helped Huaiyu break through the five-rank martial king at the age of twenty-three, how could it come from the hand of a personal eunuch?

That is, a poem written by a eunuch to beat them all?!

Eldest Sun Shen's heart gradually became restless, and he wanted to see the personal eunuch more than Huaiyu.

This eunuch is definitely a talent!

Keeping it for the emperor as a slave is really condescending!

Even if the martial arts qualifications are average, their literary brilliance and martial arts will are far from comparable to extraordinary people!

Thinking of this, the eldest grandson Shen couldn't help but sigh again and again.

"Alas...... The heavens make people! ”

"With such a great talent, why was he purified into a eunuch, it is almost difficult to improve the Yang Qi loss martial arts! When did my Daming become so unbearable......"

"It's a pity that the old man's path is not this 'chivalrous', although this poem is good, but it does not improve the old man's mood at all......"

……

Evening.

Yunyan Pavilion.

This pavilion was originally a horse shooting arena for the imperial court, and later changed to a place for banqueting guests.

It was usually only opened when Zheng and Jing and the envoys of small overseas countries came, and occasionally the emperor would hold a banquet here to celebrate the victory of the army.

Tonight, it was used to entertain the literati and Confucians from Zheng and Jing who came from afar, and there were more than a dozen literati from several small island countries overseas.

They are all here for the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting of the Ming Dynasty, except for the special reward of the first prize, their main purpose is to test the attitude and heritage of all parties.

The eldest grandson Yi sat at the head of the main hall, Lin Yanchen and Huaiyu were separated, one was responsible for personal service, and the other was responsible for guarding safety.

Long tables were arranged on both sides of it, and those great Confucians all refused the dinner for various reasons, but the young talents from all over the world were basically all present.

Officials above the sixth rank of the DPRK and China are also in the ranks, but they sit in the back row.

Only Zhang Zhongzhi, Xu De, Zhao Rui, Liubu Shangshu and other ministers above the second grade can be listed with the guests.

"You have come from afar, to participate in tomorrow's Ming Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, the journey is hard, tonight I will be for you to wash the dust, I salute you a cup!"

Changsun Yi didn't get up, but just raised the jade cup filled with high-grade elixir, with the majesty of a king in his tone.

"Your Majesty Xie Changsun!"

More than 100 talented people present responded in unison, got up and bowed forward, and then drank the wine.

Lin Yanchen looked condescendingly, but found that there were two hanging hairs sitting indifferently, not taking the emperor in his eyes at all.

He didn't point it out immediately, but silently remembered the locations of a few people, and pondered a trick in his heart.

"Let's dance!"

At this time, Liu Yuanshan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, commanded outside the hall.

Immediately, the technicians of the teaching workshop who had been waiting for the performance for a long time came to the open space in the center of the main hall to perform.

Between the strings, the dancing posture is enchanting.

More than a dozen beauties with thin veils, clothes, and snow-white skin slightly covered twisted the waist of the water snake and danced with the peach buttocks.

The faces of the readers present were red, and they all swallowed their saliva.

"Brother Dugu, this Ming woman is really the best! I've never seen anything like this on the prairie! ”

Dugu Mo pouted disdainfully.

"Don't forget the purpose of our trip, if you delay the big thing because of the woman, go back and wait for the West Wolf King to kill you."

"Oh, we literati don't have to dance knives and guns, when the banquet is over, I will let the Ming Emperor reward us with a few women to play, as the Dugu brother and the prince, the Ming Emperor will not dare to refuse."

Stage.

Lin Yanchen's angle is even clearer.

The group in the audience are all young ladies who practice dancing, and they can meet his various unreasonable and excessive demands!

And not only is the figure good, but also looks stronger than the other, and there are many key numbers, which is a rare best team!

If only I could...... Hey, hey, hey.

But then he sighed with pity.

These women are all family members of criminal ministers and women who have been betrayed, and they are in charge of the Ministry of Rites, and are responsible for the wind music and dance at various ceremonial banquets in the palace on a daily basis.

Although they are official technicians, they do not receive guests.

To put it simply, selling your art is not selling your body.