Yuan Zhi in his previous life still had a lot of experience in ancient poetry.

He doesn't really like it, the purpose of rote memorization of Tang and Song poems is nothing more than to whitewash his security identity and win the admiration of his colleagues, especially women.

The essence is vanity.

"Ding Jiu and Jiang Wulang can follow Gu, and the rest are waiting here."

The silk paper fan in Yuan Zhi's hand was unfurled, very childish, he got off the horse and threw the reins of the horse to a guard, and walked forward with his chest held high.

"This son, please stay."

As soon as he walked to the gate of Wangchun Pavilion, he was stopped by several people.

Yuan Zhi raised his eyes and saw that the caller was a young man in a green shirt, wearing a square scarf, looking like a barbarian, who should be the companion of a rich child, or a follower.

He was looking at Yuan Zhi with a puzzled look.

What's the matter, is it still lonely to enter Wangchun Pavilion, and it is impossible to buy tickets?

Without waiting for Yuan Zhi to understand, the little guy in the green shirt raised his hand and arched his hand, and asked quite gently: "Childe, are you here to participate in the Autumn Poetry Meeting?" ”

Autumn Poetry Club?

This is probably the title of this poetry meeting.

However, the word autumn color is still quite poetic and more appropriate to the theme.

"Since you're here, of course you're here from the Autumn Poetry Club." The Yuan Zhi silk fan shook in his hand, and he pretended to return to the past.

"Since it's a poetry meeting, please show the invitation."

Invitations?

Yuan Zhi was stunned.

This is also true, the literati students who come to participate in the poetry meeting must have a certificate in their hands.

Otherwise, any dog or cat can mix in, and this autumn poetry meeting of the upper class will become a vegetable market.

Besides, it's still in the royal garden.

It's a pity that the prince doesn't know any of the literati in the capital, and he can't name them, so where did he get the invitation?

"It's okay if you don't have an invitation, please hand over your name post, and then pay the registration fee of ten gold baht, and you can go in to participate in the poetry meeting."

Qingshan Xiaowu saw that Yuan Zhi was cute and slow to react, and it was estimated that his family lived in the suburbs outside the city, and the children of a certain rich man came here.

Ten gold baht?

In the current Jin Empire, it is almost fifty taels of snowflake silver and one hundred and twenty copper days.

"This brother, my son has neither an invitation, nor a name, nor a gold baht..."

"What? Three no personnel? ”

Before Yuan Zhi could finish speaking, the little guy in the green shirt heard about it and immediately changed his face, "That... So you're here to be a poor sour kid who is trying to mischievous? ”

His voice suddenly rose an octave, and a look of disdain was written on his face.

What surprised Yuan Zhi even more was that the two big men standing behind the little guy in the green shirt suddenly rolled up their sleeves with both hands, crossed their waists again, and stared at the uninvited guest in front of them viciously.

Oh, this little guy in a green shirt, how can he be regarded as a staff member of the Autumn Poetry Club, he looks like a dog, how can he change his face faster than turning a book?

This poetry will be a little interesting.

Yuan Zhi grinned playfully and said:

"This little brother, the Autumn Poetry Club is a grand gathering of literati in the capital, and the main purpose is for everyone to exchange poems and songs with each other, so the official family agreed to hold it in the Wangchun Pavilion of the Royal Garden, why do you have to pay the registration fee? Why is that? ”

When the little guy in the green shirt heard this, he sneered and snickered, and said:

"It's not easy to see you come from afar, since you know that this is a royal garden, it means that it is not for ordinary people to come in, the autumn poetry meeting over the years is a field where my third son spends a lot of money, you don't have anything, please don't go up to join in the fun."

Ay...

These words sound like human words, and they sound like well-intentioned advice.

Think about it, ancient poetry meetings and modern poetry meetings require organization, decoration, tea and drinks, and even banquets.

I also want to invite a famous expert to be a judge, Yunyun.

Since there is a fee, of course there will be sponsors.

Yuan Zhi felt a little bored all of a sudden, and asked casually before leaving, "Little brother, which son is this sponsoring?" ”

Sponsor?

This is a new word, and the little guy probably guesses that Yuan Zhi refers to 'who packs the field'.

"This son, who in this capital has such a big spirit, chartering the venue every year, providing food and drink, and awards, of course, it is the third son of the Cao family in our Anguo Mansion."

The crown prince, who was originally planning to leave, heard the four words of Anguo Mansion, which was particularly harsh, and immediately became angry.

Entering the mother, this is the royal garden, he is a prince of the dynasty, a dignified prince, just go in.

He, the third son of a cabinet prime minister's family, is here to make a score and sensationalize.

What's going on?

"Hehe, I thought it was the prince who was playing here, it turned out to be the third son of Cao, this raised the interest of this son, go up and take a look, and let him pay me back."

"What? Cao Sangongzi also... Will you be short of money? ”

The little guy in the green shirt was stunned, his mouth was wide open, and he could have stuffed a duck egg into it.

"What, don't believe it? You go with Ben Gongzi to see Cao San Gongzi and let him say it himself. Yuan Zhi said loudly and matter-of-factly.

This sentence of 'let him pay me back' that came out of his mouth at random is purely a dirty frame-up, and it is a joke that Yuan Zhi often faced when he was a security guard.

He is learning and using it lively, and he is now speculating and selling.

Wow, a 'big melon' suddenly fell from the sky.

The literati and scholars at the gate of Wangchun Pavilion, the children of wealth and wealth, suddenly became 'melon-eating masses'.

"Ah, Cao Sangongzi actually owes money and doesn't pay it back, and the creditor comes to the door."

"It's really fake, Cao Sangongzi will still be in debt, who will believe it?"

“？？？”

That's too catchy!

At the entrance of Wangchun Pavilion, there were people eating melons all of a sudden, but they didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement.

It is estimated that the meeting here will be more lively than the poetry meeting in the attic.

At this time, even Yuan Zhi was unexpected.

"You... How dare you talk nonsense, come on, blast him out for me! ”

The little guy in the green shirt was stunned for a long time, but finally reacted, and in anger, he instructed the bodyguard behind him to do it.

But what everyone didn't expect was that before the young man in the green shirt spoke, his open mouth had not yet closed, and a bright Qianniu knife was on his neck.

The two bodyguards were also forced by Jiang Wulang, who was five big and three thick, and also used knives.

"Hey, do you know this knife?" Ding Jiu snorted gloomily.

The Thousand Cattle Knife, known as the Ritual Knife, is exclusive to the royal family.

The scabbard is inlaid with gold and jade, the blade is long and thin, the cold light is shining, and it is made of stainless steel.

On the back of the knife, the word 'Imperial Knife' is engraved.

That green-shirted guy has followed Cao Sangongzi for many years and has seen some of the world, so he naturally recognizes this knife.

I saw cold sweat on his forehead, his eyes fluttering, and his lips trembling, "Little one... Recognize, this is a thousand cattle knife in the palace. ”

"I know it's a thousand cow knife, so can my son-in-law enter Wangchun Pavilion?"

"When... Of course, you can. The little guy in the green shirt was so frightened that he was so incoherent that he almost peed his pants.

"Know... Don't get out of the way yet. ”

Ding Jiu put the knife into the sheath, and bowed down respectfully at Yuan Zhi and smiled, "Son, please come in." ”

This scene is just too gripping.