Chapter 1677 1353. Participate in the Poetry Conference

Liu Piaoxu trembled slightly, lowered her eyebrows and said with a pleasing look: "The disciple only wants to serve the master..."

Yuan Xiuzi sighed again, "You will be the master of Zhenyuan Temple in the future. When I am on the mountain, where do you need your service? Where can I take care of you?"

Liu Piaoxu bit her lips and stopped talking.

Yuan Xiuzi said again: "The word love is the most charming... It's good if you fall in love with any man in the world, why do you fall in love with him..."

She was still confident in her disciple. Not to mention anything else, just talking about beauty, there were probably few men in the world who could not care about her.

But that...

Thinking of Zhang Ru beside Zhao Dongting, Le Chan and some girls, Yuan Xiuzi couldn't help but shake his head again.

It’s not that Liu Piaoxu’s appearance is not as good as Le Chan and his girls. But in front of him, he will only be evenly matched.

A treasure that is placed in front of ordinary porcelain is of course conspicuous and no one can avoid loving it, but if it is placed in a box full of treasures, it will be...

...

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

The good news from Tan Siyuan to take Caizhou was just spread to Xiangyang Prefecture, and then quickly spread from Xiangyang Prefecture to Changsha.

Of course, this matter has not yet been spread among the people.

In Xiangyang Prefecture, Junzhou and other cities in the northern border of the Song Dynasty, the people only knew that the soldiers seemed to go to war with the Yuan army in the Yuan Dynasty, but no one knew what the battle was like.

Yue Peng and Zhao Hu led their troops closer to Dengzhou and Caizhou, but they only need to be at the city, which will take about three or two days.

Dengzhou is located in the mountains, Caizhou is located on the plain, with completely different terrain, but the magistrates of the two states chose to shrink their troops like Zhang Liangdong. They planned to defend the city to the death.

In the evening, Zhao Dongting took Li Goudan, Ashima, and Jun Tianfang out of the palace in a very short dress and went to Yuelu Academy.

In fact, Ashima didn't plan to lead him, but Ashima himself asked him to see the poetry meetings of talented men in the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Dongting agreed without thinking too much. He just felt a little regretful when he saw Ashima who was already dressed up and waiting for him at the gate of the palace.

This woman is such a fairy!

Women dressed as men are more handsome than all men, and they are simply killing each other.

If you take him there, your "handsome guy halo" will probably be dim.

Along the way, the streets were no longer as lively as during the day, but Ashima still attracted countless attention.

Zhao Dongting felt the feeling of being ignored in a very desolate way.

He complained for the first time that Zhao Xing gave him was not handsome enough...

Then he murmured, "It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality..."

After being held by the stars for a long time, I suddenly no longer attracted attention. I felt a little strange in my heart.

"What did the young master say?"

Ashima didn't hear what Zhao Dongting was muttering clearly and asked.

Zhao Dongting shook his head, "Nothing."

Then he asked Ashima in a scattered manner, “When are you going back?”

I never thought that Ashima's eyes became resentful in an instant, "Are you a little annoyed to me?"

Fairy, fairy...

Zhao Dongting suddenly shook his head, shook his head, and stopped talking.

The only one in this world who can change between male and female expressions so quickly is probably Ashima, the prince who has been dressed as a man since childhood.

Ashima turned back and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Go to Yuelu Academy.

Two servants wearing green clothes and small hats stood at the door.

Seeing Zhao Dongting, Ashima and others arrived, their eyes really fell on Ashima's face, and asked politely: "Is the young master here to attend the poetry meeting?"

Ashima looked at Zhao Dongting with a smile. Zhao Dongting looked up at the sky and took the invitation out of his cuffs expressionlessly.

"Please, please!"

The servant then realized that Zhao Dongting was the invited person, so he quickly invited Zhao Dongting and the others to enter. After saying that, his eyes fell on Ashima's face again.

Several people walked towards Yuelu Academy.

The two servants looked at Ashima's back for a long time.

"This young man is so handsome."

"Is it a young man? Why do I feel a little like a woman?"

"Well... I really look like it when I smile. Oh, if I could marry such a beautiful woman, I would live ten years less, no, I would be willing to do it for twenty years..."

Another servant stood farther away without a trace.

The location of the poetry meeting is in the foreground square of Yuelu Academy.

As the National Academy and the most popular among the academies today, it is obvious that Wen Qingshu can hold a poetry meeting here, which is also somewhat background.

Some people have come to the appointment first.

There are many book cases in the marble square, and about ten maids are busy shuttled back and forth.

In addition to some wine, drinks and snacks placed on the desk, there are also pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Zhao Dongting touched his nose and muttered to himself that such a poem would be much boring than the Courtesan Conference.

And his arrival and Ashima quickly attracted the attention of talented men and beautiful people who are already here.

But everyone is a scholar and the best among scholars, no one pointed at them. Most of the eyes fell on Ashima's face.

Someone whispered.

These people went to the imperial city to take the exam, and all kinds of banquets were not the first time. They didn't know each other well, but most of them had met each other.

It was surprising that strange faces like Zhao Dongting and Ashima suddenly appeared.

Looking at Jun Tianfang and Li Goudan again, we can also realize that these two young masters should have good origins.

Someone snorted gently, as if he was unhappy. Perhaps he regarded Zhao Dongting as a rich young man.

Some scholars are still unwilling to be with such "playboys".

Zhao Dongting sat behind the desk, looking at his nose and his heart. Seeing that few people were paying attention, he simply regarded him as a transparent person.

As time passes slowly, more and more people come to the meeting.

After Zhao Dongting looked at it without a trace, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

He found that the knowledge of those who came to attend the poetry meeting this time was hard to say, but each family should be well off. Few people did not come with a book boy or a maid.

Could it be that the woman I met the day before yesterday is so superficial?

Is it because I am dressed gorgeously that I invite myself to attend this poetry meeting?

Could it be another occasion to win over relationships?

Although Zhao Dongting stayed in the palace, he had never heard of such things. The entire court relationship was complicated, and it was inevitable that students would divide their own factions.

But this is not a situation he is willing to see.

If the rich and poor in the world are divided into two groups, does this mean that the ministers of the court will also be divided into this in the future?

If these rich students really unite, with their family background, even if those poor students really have real talents and knowledge, would it be easy to make a comeback?

He frowned and pondered.

Before he knew it, Wen Qingshu, the host of the poetry fair, also came.

Zhao Dongting, who was in deep thought, was summoned by the sound of greeting, looked forward, and just met Wen Qingshu's eyes.

Wen Qingshu nodded and smiled slightly at him, saying hello.

Zhao Dongting nodded lightly and returned the gift.

No one else came to pay attention to him.

There were about dozens of people present.

After Wen Qingshu squatted behind the Shu desk, he smiled and said with a smile: "You should know everyone, so Qingshu won't introduce it here."

After saying that, he only looked at Zhao Dongting, "Only this Zhao Dongting, Mr. Zhao, was fortunate to hear Mr. Zhao write poems while traveling in spring. He has great poetry and Qingshu feels worse than that, so he specially invited him. Everyone..."

The students all looked at Zhao Dongting in an instant and whispered in a low voice, with surprise in their eyes.

Who is Wen Qingshu?

She is a popular figure in the Changsha Jieyuan, the "No. 1" in this year's Changsha. She was famous for her poetry talent before. Even she claimed that she was not as good as Zhao Dongting, wouldn't that be surprised?

Moreover, this Mr. Zhao is not a famous figure in this class.

Someone bowed to Zhao Dongting, saying hello.

Zhao Dongting also bowed back one by one.

Although Wen Qingshu said that he was very talented in poetry, he did not cause much trouble.

It was not until Wen Qingshu read out the poem that Zhao Dongting "written" again that everyone treated him a little differently.

With this poetic talent, Zhao Dongting is indeed qualified to attend such a poetry meeting.

There are only some people who have doubts in their eyes. After all, it is hard to say whether this poem was written by Zhao Dongting.

Then he saw a handsome young man standing up and saying, "Miss Qingshu, since everyone has arrived, then let's start here, how about it?"

Seeing him calling Qingshu directly, he was obviously quite familiar with Wen Qingshu.
Chapter completed!