Xunyangfang and Xingzifang, as the two largest lanes in Xunyang City, are located on the east and west sides of Xunyang City respectively, echoing each other.

Xunyang Ancient Ferry is located in the middle of the two lanes.

Xunyang Tower is located on the easternmost side of Xunyangfang, close to the bank of Xunyang River and a bustling long street for several miles.

A cold figure of a girl in palace clothes silently passed by Xunyang Ferry, left the boundary of Xingzifang, and entered Xunyangfang.

Along the way, when the black-armored soldiers and white-clothed female officers in Xingzifang, who were under martial law and blocked all traffic, saw her figure, they all looked in awe and gave way automatically.

For a moment, he became the focus of attention on the quiet street, watched by a pair of cautious eyes behind the double doors.

The large Xingzifang has been fully controlled, and all households are ordered to stay at home unless there are special circumstances, and they will be subject to door-to-door inspections by female officials and soldiers.

Although all the unofficial qi practitioners with blue and red "qi pillars" were all slaughtered by Si Tianjian's qi practitioners and black-armored soldiers.

But the unfinished music of the piano still lingers inside and outside Xingzifang.

At the construction site on the other side of Xingzi Lake, Lin Cheng, Wang Lengran, Yuan Huaimin and others were installing the Buddha's head and returning it to its place.

Wei Shaoqi, Qin Changshi and others were also leading people to clean up the corpses and search for the legendary mythical tripod sword.

The entire Xingzifang has been declared safe under the sound of the piano in a practical sense, but because the Buddha head is still being installed, it is still tight on the outside and tighter on the inside.

Especially the Xingzi Lake construction site in the center of the square, now no one can enter it.

Under such circumstances, a certain female historian neither went to the Xingzifang construction site to guard the Donglin Giant Buddha and united her body and head on time, nor did she go to search for the mythical tripod sword with Wei Shaoqi and others.

Instead, he concentrated on walking outside Xingzifang.

It was true that all the female officers and the generals who led the team were puzzled. They thought she had something important to do, but no one dared to ask.

Rong Zhen walked silently in the direction of Xunyang Tower. Along the way, the streets of Xunyangfang were very lively.

The martial law blockade in Xingzifang has not greatly affected the living atmosphere of Xunyangfang. There is still a huge gap between the rich and the poor among the main people living in the two Lifangs.

Xingzifang is mostly populated by lower-class people and poor scholars, which is similar to a slum.

Xunyangfang is full of dignitaries and relatively wealthy citizens, as well as literati and poets who are looking for fun. Xunyang Tower is a representative place among them.

In fact, Rong Zhen didn't know why he walked out unconsciously, separated from the search team, and stayed away from Xingzifang.

Mingming had been dreaming of this day before, to catch all the traitors including the owner of Dielianhua and reveal their true colors.

But at this moment, she felt uninterested... It wasn't that she was uninterested, or she suddenly felt that this matter was no longer the most important thing to her.

A new strong impulse surged out of my heart for no reason.

Something I want to do more, or someone I want to see more...

Rong Zhen quickened his pace and walked all the way to the long riverside street on the east side of Xunyangfang without looking back.

Looking around, there is a prosperous Xunyang Tower standing at the end of the long street.

At this moment, there are many figures coming in and out, all of them are famous scholars and scholars in Xunyang City, high-ranking scholars, as well as high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen, and children of noble families.

Outside the building, there were many intellectuals and poets gathered to watch, and people passing by stopped to watch the excitement.

These are some of the traditions of poetry gatherings in Xunyang City. Once there are any outstanding poems at the poetry meeting, they will be spread out immediately. Among these audiences, handwritten or oral transmission can be spread throughout Xunyang City within half a day.

, become famous.

Just like the people at the emperor's feet in Luoyang, Chang'an and other places like to discuss the emperor's family affairs and current affairs rumors, perhaps because of the influence of Kuanglu culture, the people of Xunyang are particularly tolerant of the uninhibited style and romantic deeds of talented scholars and celebrities.

And today's poetry meeting held in Xunyang Tower is not only because of "instead of chanting snow, chanting chrysanthemums".

Also because it was the rumored young princess with extraordinary talent and beauty who took the lead in organizing the event together with the Juhua Poetry Society, and Prince Xunyang’s family came to attend the event in person and enjoyed it with the people.

This matter has become the hottest focus in the literary world of Xunyang City recently.

Many literary talents were gearing up and preparing to show off their skills. The people who came here were naturally looking forward to it. They gathered around and inquired about the gossip about the poetry meeting. The literary banquet and poetry meeting in this era, with talented people and beauties, seemed to be similar to Ouyang Rong's previous life.

The film and television celebrities can be regarded as a kind of national entertainment, and the top poets in the literary world of the Great Zhou Dynasty can be regarded as the top people of this era.

The sparse drizzle falling from the gloomy sky did not affect the enthusiasm of the people on the entire long street.

Perhaps because of the blockade, or perhaps because of the distance, the storm in Xingzifang has not yet been fully transmitted.

Rong Zhen stopped on the street and looked down at the blood stains on the palace skirt. At a certain moment, he raised his hand and sniffed the sleeve gently.

The west wind blowing the thin rain curtain slightly dispersed the smell of blood on her dress. Although she had just washed it, she still felt that her palms were sticky.

It took me a long time to pause.

In the eyes of others, this female historian, who was resolute and selfless, had an unprecedented look of hesitation on her pale, cold and beautiful face.

Facing the front, there is a high-end restaurant where talented and beautiful ladies are wearing red sleeves and elegant celebrities are drinking wine.

In the past, she would not have cared about these insignificant image matters and did not care about other people's opinions.

But right now... Rong Zhen's eyes flashed again to Xie Lingjiang's tall figure wearing a ruqi when they parted at the west city gate.

Underneath the skirt, a pair of embroidered shoes remained untouched.

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"The first poem about chrysanthemums recognized by ancient and modern literary circles was written by Tao Yuanming, a famous scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He served as the county magistrate of Longcheng County under the rule of this state for 81 days, and then resigned and went into seclusion... This poem was also written after he went into seclusion.

For "Drinking".

"The house is in a human environment, and there is no noise of carriages and horses. How can I ask you? My mind is far away. I am picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and I can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain...

"One of the famous lines... Plucking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains... has been popular for hundreds of years.

"As we all know, Tao Yuanming loved chrysanthemums. It was precisely because of him that chrysanthemums were elevated to a high status in the literary world. Also because such dazzling celebrities were born, Xunyang City is also known as the Chrysanthemum City.

"Looking at the literary world of this dynasty, the chrysanthemum poem that has been most talked about and rated as the best in poetry gatherings since the founding of the People's Republic of China is the "Chrysanthemum" written in the eighth year of Zhenyuan... The autumn bushes around the house look like Tao's family

, all around the fence, it becomes increasingly sloping. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among the flowers. This flower will bloom and there will be no flowers at all...

"This poem was written by the Yuan family, who was known as the leader of the literary world at that time. The last two lines have not been surpassed by anyone in the Zhou literary world. The little girl privately believes that this is the second chrysanthemum poem after "Drinking"..."

In the hall of Xunyang Building, Li Baoer Furong's little face was covered with a piece of light purple tulle. She pointed at a plate of chrysanthemums that were still standing proudly in early winter on the table in front of her, and commented in a clear voice.

Li Xian, Li Dalang, and the celebrities and scholars around them all listened with bated breath to the oriole-like voice of the little princess.

Many young talents were still gearing up secretly, looking longingly and enthusiastically at the wall behind Li Guo'er that had a white paper with poems on it.

This is the most important part and the climax of today's chrysanthemum poetry meeting - only the first three best chrysanthemum poems can be inscribed on the wall, and they have the guarantee from the owner of Xunyang Tower that they can be inscribed on this Jiangnan poem.

Preserved by famous buildings.

Li Baoer spoke clearly and finished his comments. The celebrities who served as judges around him continued to talk to each other for a while. Well, it was just some innocuous compliments to each other.

Finally, the poem writing session began, and the talented people wrote poems one after another. The atmosphere became lively, and from time to time, a few good poems were circulated.

However, those who are interested discovered that when Her Royal Highness the little princess on the high platform was reading poems, although she nodded from time to time and seemed to be smiling under the hazy purple gauze, there was no ripple in the depths of her clear eyes.

The attention of Xunyang Wang Lixian and Prince Li Dalang did not seem to be on the poetry meeting. They drank tea absentmindedly and frequently looked back at a certain corner in the building...

Half an hour later, Li Guoer and the celebrity judges roughly selected three pretty good chrysanthemum poems. She turned her head and whispered softly, and asked people to copy and post them on the white paper wall. The scholars who were selected poems may be happy.

Some are arrogant, and some are restrained from modesty.

But at this moment, a slender figure staggered from the corner and appeared not far behind everyone.

"Tanlang?"

Li Xian, Li Dalang put down his tea cup and stood up.

Li Guo'er, who was surrounded by celebrities and celebrities, couldn't help but look sideways.

I saw a young man with a face like a crown jade, eyebrows of eight colors, eyes like bright stars, and a nose like hanging gallbladder. He was so handsome. Someone immediately recognized him as the current Sima Ouyang Lianghan of Jiangzhou.

Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear and walked through the crowd smelling of alcohol. From time to time, he pushed aside a few chairs that were blocking the way. He stumbled to the table, bent down, and looked at the winter plant in front of him with drunken eyes.

Qiu Ju, and then looked around again.

"You guys are so noisy, really noisy, so noisy." He suddenly said.

In the hall, there were suddenly arrogant and talented people with angry expressions on their faces, celebrities and eminent monks had worried eyes, and someone immediately said in displeasure: "Thank you for respecting Ouyang Sima so much in the past, but I didn't expect that he is..."

But the next moment, the scholar who was speaking stopped talking, because Ouyang Rong had already walked to the table without paying attention, pulled out a brush, lowered his head to check the brush, and walked towards the white paper wall that attracted everyone's attention.

Just when everyone was surprised by this strange behavior, Ouyang Rong suddenly shook out a heavy ink stick from his sleeve and threw it on the soft chair aside.

Immediately, without any distractions, he flattened the paper and dipped the brush into it until it was full.

In front of everyone, a handsome young man holds a pen in his left hand and splashes ink. On the white paper on the wall, he writes a poem with seven unique features in one go:

The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the flowers are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by.

If I become the Qing Emperor in his future years, I will be rewarded with peach blossoms... blooming in one place!

Silence, only silence in the whole place.

Everyone looked at each other, and their faces were confused for a while, and then, like the fireworks of the Spring Festival, they bloomed one after another with wonderful expressions.

Li Guo'er didn't know when he had stood up, looking at the Qi Jue poems on the wall where the ink was still wet with some amazement.

Xie Lingjiang, who followed closely behind, first quickly bent down to pick up the small ink ingot that could quietly shake the owner more than a "vibrating egg clock"... She ignored the strong protest and dissatisfaction reminder of the little girl in her hand, and Li Xian

Father and son stared at this poem with blank faces.

At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the song "Inscribed on Chrysanthemum" on the wall.
To be continued...