Wenweng Academy.

Jiuqu Pavilion.

The sky is full of stars.

A lotus pond.

a light.

A jug of wine.

Two people.

Two gray-haired old men.

One of the old men was concentrating on writing, while the old man opposite stretched his neck and looked at it very carefully.

It seemed that he felt uncomfortable looking like this, so the old man stood up and sat on the right side of the old man who was writing.

There was also a glass of wine in his hand.

He seemed to have forgotten to drink.

Although his eyelids were a little droopy, his old eyes were still clear and did not leave the piece of paper even when he moved.

His eyes seemed to be glued to the words on the paper.

His thin face gradually turned red due to his excitement.

He is the great Confucian Mei Fang Ximei from Weng Academy!

As a great Confucian, of course he is a learned person.

It is extremely rare for a great scholar who has lived to his age to be excited.

Sacred science has seen through.

Poems and articles are also thoroughly written.

In this life, I will also play out all the romantic affairs.

Therefore, he came to Shuzhou more than ten years ago and came to Wenweng Academy. He declined the invitation from the gentry and wealthy families in Shuzhou to be the president of the academy, and he became a teacher with peace of mind.

He devoted himself to teaching and educating people here.

The scenery that I have walked through and seen in the past is left behind.

He even stopped interfering with the national affairs of Ning State because of his past sadness.

He has hidden himself here.

It was already calm.

The cold and heat are already there.

But at this moment, when he looked at the pen that was moving across the paper and the traces of the pen, he realized that his heart, which had been calm for a long time, actually became excited again——

The person writing this is Hua Manting, an old friend from the past!

Hua Manting wrote a poem!

The title of the poem is "Broken Array!"

This is the sixteenth poem written by Li Chenan during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year!

The name Li Chenan was introduced to Shuzhou at the end of last year.

It was precisely because of the fifteen poems he wrote during the Mid-Autumn Festival that the late emperor named him the Immortal of Poetry!

He knew all those fifteen poems, and even the poems written by Li Chenan earlier, that had been introduced to Chongqing Mansion.

After all, poetry like that is unique in the world.

He appreciated it very much.

I also admire him very much.

It’s just that he has never been able to get the sixteenth poem written by Li Chenan on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and he feels regretful. But unexpectedly, Hua Manting came here today, and he actually knew the sixteenth poem!

This is of course another excellent poem.

Reading the sword while drunk,

Dreaming about the trumpet company camp.

Eight hundred miles away, I will burn under my command,

The sound of fifty strings turning over the wall.

Autumn on the battlefield.

That young man, who was only eighteen years old, actually wrote such sonorous and heroic words, which made Mei Fangxi really unbelievable.

But I have to believe it!

After Hua Manting finished writing this poem, she put down the pen in her hand, turned to look at Mei Fangxi, and smiled slightly:

"To finish the affairs of the king and the world, to gain fame both during and after his death, misfortune happened in vain... This is a kind of regret that the ambition has not been fulfilled!"

"Do you understand now why I came here to find you?"

Mei Fangxi did not answer.

He took this piece of writing and read it carefully three times.

The ink on the paper had dried. He carefully put the paper away and put it in his arms. Then he looked at Hua Manting:

"You answer my two questions, and I will agree to all your requests."

Hua Manting raised her eyebrows and raised her hand: "Ask!"

"Is the girl riding the donkey next to Li Chenan really the daughter of you and Xiao Mantou?"

"yes!"

Mei Fangxi pondered for three breaths and then asked: "For your son-in-law to ascend the throne and become emperor?"

"No, for Ning Guo!"

Mei Fangxi's old eyes narrowed slightly: "I remember Wen Boiyu once commented on you."

"What did he say about me?"

"He said you are actually a mean, unkind, cold-blooded person!"

Hua Manting stroked his long beard and smiled: "He's right!"

"Since he is a mean, ungrateful and ruthless person, how come he suddenly cares about the country?"

Hua Manting picked up the wine glass and took a sip before saying:

"Xu is old!"

"Maybe I finally found someone with a similar temperament."

Mei Fangxi frowned: "That's it?"

"Otherwise what do you think?"

Mei Fangxi took a deep breath and asked, "Li Chenan, is he Empress Lu's son?"

"no!"

"Then whose son is he?"

"Is this important?"

Mei Fangxi pondered for a moment, "Is the eldest son of the emperor really still alive?"

"really!"

"Who is the eldest son of the emperor?"

"Only Fan Taohua, He Xishan and Qin Huaiyu know this!"

Mei Fangxi stared at the flower garden:

"But Fan Taohua is dead, He Xishan went to Yue Kingdom, and Qin Huaiyu... is said to have died in Changle Palace. There is indeed a temple on Xishan Mountain, and that temple is indeed called Jishan Temple."

After a pause, Mei Fangxi leaned over and said again: "But that's an empty temple!"

"He Xishan has really lived in Jishan Temple for nearly twenty years, but that child was no longer in Jishan Temple seventeen years ago!"

Hua Manting suddenly laughed: "I think when Li Chenan arrives at Xishan, He Xishan will come back, and the eldest son of the emperor... will also come back!"

Mei Fangxi was slightly startled, "You mean...the emperor's eldest son was sent to Yue by He Xishan seventeen years ago?"

"That shouldn't happen. I just think that if the prince dies or doesn't come back, Mrs. Fan won't make so many arrangements in Shuzhou, and she won't let Li Chenan come to Shuzhou."

"Since she tried every means to get Li Chenan to come, of course she must fulfill Empress Lu's long-cherished wish."

Mei Fangxi thought for a moment, "How do you conclude that Mrs. Fan did all this just to return the emperor's eldest son to the throne?"

"Don't forget that Li Chenan is the future uncle of Zhongli Mansion after all!"
To be continued...