The so-called Liuyu Poetry Club is a grand event organized by Yulan Academy in the suburbs of Beijing.

Five hundred years ago, Mr. Dongpo, the founder of Yulan Academy and who had not yet become the head of the Three Princes, met at the foot of Yuping Mountain with a group of like-minded friends and great Confucians, and everyone expressed their ideas and ideas. Because the people who participated in this gathering have become famous Confucians and sages through the ages, and Mr. Dongpo has written to remember them, this gathering at the foot of Yuping Mountain has been highly praised by later generations.

Later, at this time of year, Yulan Academy would organize students in the academy to go to the foot of Yuping Mountain to write poems and essays, expounding their own statecraft to remember their ancestors. Of course, all young people who think they are talented can participate, and it is not limited to the disciples of Yulan Academy. And because of the great fame of the Liuyu Poetry Club, there will be some big names to participate.

Even when the third prince of the dynasty would sometimes go in civilian clothes to observe the knowledge of the younger generation of students. There was once a lucky person who was favored by the three princes who visited in civilian clothes, and since then he has been on the rise.

With such a past, the young talents who participated in the Liuzhen Poetry Club became more enthusiastic and excited, and tried their best to show their most outstanding side in the Liuzhen Poetry Meeting. Of course, this also makes it more and more difficult to learn the poetry club, and ordinary students don't dare to open their mouths at all, just to study.

Feng Qingyao didn't take Duan Zongzhi's words to heart at all, and didn't pay any attention to them, and walked directly to the place where the noise came from.

"Xiao Duan, you asked Feng Qingyao to go to the Liuyu Poetry Club? What kind of place is that? It is the place where the top talents of my Daqi meet every year. Even if Feng Qingyao has that little knowledge, he dares to go to the Liuyu Poetry Society? If he really wants to go, it will only embarrass our Feng family. Although he has entered the Ji family and is no longer in the genealogy of my Feng family, it is inevitable that he will be mentioned by others. ”

Feng Qingyi frowned and said to Duan Zongzhi.

"Oops, how did I forget that Feng Qingyi was also a member of the Feng family before. Just thinking about making him lose face in front of everyone and get angry. This...... This...... Damn the little ones! Damn the little ones!"

As he spoke, Duan Zongzhi slapped him lightly in the face, revealing a servile face.

"Forget it, you're also kind, just to vent your anger on me. The starting point is not wrong, and if you want to come to Feng Qingyao's straw bag, you will never dare to go to the Poetry Club, and there will be no problems. Let's go, we've been delayed for a long time, so let's hurry up and go to Hongyanfang. lest you let the red-faced girl wait for a long time and surprise the beauty. ”

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"Uncle, in ten days, are you going to participate in that liuyu poetry meeting, right? Let those bullshit geniuses know that you are powerful, young master, and let them see it clearly, lest they all run rampant. Qiu Xiang said indignantly as she walked.

"What are you doing there? A group of hairy children who haven't grown up are bragging and touting each other there, what's there to see?" Feng Qingyao has also known the origin of the Liuyu Poetry Club from the inherited memory, and also knows the changes of the Liuzhen Poetry Club over the years. If it was a Liuyu Poetry Society 500 years ago, or even a hundred or fifty years ago, Feng Qingyao would be interested in going to see it. Because at that time, the Liuyu Poetry Society did gather a large number of talented people, and each of them also had some very unique opinions.

But now the Wandering Poetry Club ...... In Feng Qingyao's opinion, it is not worth seeing by himself at all, as Feng Qingyao said to Qiu Xiang, it is just a group of fetal hairs that have not faded, and I don't know that the so-called young people are there to brag and praise each other, and make some so-called poems. At such a party, Feng Qingyao has no interest in going to see it.

I felt that I was simply delaying my own time, and with that time, Feng Qingyao felt that it was better to cultivate the clothes at home.

Although Qiu Xiang was still a little angry, thinking of what Feng Qingyao said, in Feng Qingyao's eyes, the so-called Liuyu Poetry Club was just a farce, and she couldn't arouse her interest in participating at all, so it was not good to say anything.

It didn't take long for Feng Qingyao and Qiu Xiang to arrive at the place where the noise came from - Suzaku Street, a street in the center of the entire capital that leads directly to the imperial city.

People love to be lively, especially Qiu Xiang, a little girl who has not fully grown up, and she likes lively scenes. Seeing the crowded crowd on Suzaku Street, Akika immediately became excited.

"Uncle, let's squeeze in and have a look. There must be something very lively and fun inside, otherwise it would not be possible for so many people to gather here. Akika said as she squeezed into the crowd.

Feng Qingyao smiled slightly and followed Qiu Xiang and squeezed into the crowd. Everyone wants to see the excitement, especially the excitement in front of you is still rare for many years. So everybody is squeezing forward, and no one is going to give way. But when Qiu Xiang squeezed forward, she felt that she didn't have much difficulty moving forward. It can even be said to be relatively relaxed. While squeezing forward, he turned his head to look at Feng Qingyao, worried that Feng Qingyao, who was weak and couldn't help the wind, was scattered by the crowd.

Qiu Xiang knew that the reason why she was able to squeeze in so easily was because Feng Qingyao used her innate true qi to open the way behind her. The innate true qi is formless and qualitative, but it is pervasive, and it easily separates the crowd in front of Qiu Xiang and Feng Qingyao, and allows Feng Qingyao's master and servant to come to the front.

What's even more powerful is that the crowd who were separated by their innate true qi didn't feel it at all, but they found that they were inexplicably squeezed aside by this fat girl, but thinking of the upcoming bustle, everyone didn't say anything, just blamed themselves for being unlucky and squeezed out by others.

When Feng Qingyao's master and servant came to the front, they found that both sides of Suzaku Street were already full of heavily armed royal forest troops, separating all the people watching the excitement and leaving a three-foot wide road road in the center.

The entire Suzaku Street is six zhang wide, and even if there is a road three zhang wide in the center, there are still three zhang left on both sides, but it is crowded with people waiting to see the excitement. From the Kaiyang Gate in the south to the northernmost imperial city in the capital, the nine-mile-long Suzaku Street is densely packed with people, and there are also many people standing on the houses on both sides of the Suzaku Street.

There are about 3 million people living in the capital, but these 3 million or so people are usually scattered all over the capital, and it doesn't make people feel that there are too many people in the capital. But today, people clearly feel the prosperity of the capital. It's really rubbing shoulders and waving sleeves like a cloud.

"Uncle, there must be a lot of excitement outside today. Qiu Xiang's face was flushed with excitement, and even the faint freckles on her face were slightly red.

ps: Seeing this, if you still think it looks good, just collect it, hehe.