The sound of the door opening finally awakened the man's consciousness. He raised his eyes and eyes, and the little eunuch respectfully asked: Your Highness, the emperor's ban on you has expired, and you can leave the prince's mansion today.

Youji slowly stood up, walked out in dismay, wandering under the palace wall of the Eastern Palace. After a long walk, a few sparse palace servants passed by. The surroundings were very quiet, which made him feel like he was a different world.

Why is this palace deserted? There are no few people.

The little eunuch said: Your Highness doesn’t know that today is the second round of the bride ceremony. Your Majesty, the Empress, and many royal nobles are all gathered at Fanghua Platform to watch the literary battle meeting.

Recruiting a bride? Youji's heart is tight, who will he invite a bride?

When I go back to Your Highness, I am recruiting the princess for the little princess.

The expression of Youji was frozen for a while, and then he smiled bitterly, his heart was completely chilling.

In the month when he was confined, no one told him that the royal family had chosen the prince consort for his little prince sister.

After laughing, he calmed down: changing clothes for me, I want to go to Fanghua Platform to pay tribute to my father and mother.

promise.

It's time for him to bless his sister.

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The Youth Platform is still as lively as yesterday, with honors gathering and all the flowers competing for beauty.

In addition to the protagonists like Youmeng, many princesses and Zong Ji also came. After all, such grand scenes are not available every day. The best children of the nobles in the world are here. Youmeng is one of them as the prince consort, and the remaining men will definitely be able to pick up treasures, so they all come with luck and wishes.

This essay meeting was set up in Nanxun Hall, which mainly examines the three attainments of the young masters' poetry, music, painting skills, and each set up an examination hall, with several bachelors from the Hanlin Academy giving questions. Twenty-eight candidates took turns to draw lots, draw two of them, enter the corresponding examination hall, and complete the answers.

Fu Jun was very unlucky and got music and painting. He was a martial artist, and he was not good at both. It was obvious that he was very sad to pass the literary test.

Min Qiuye drew up the poems and music. Academician Fang Guozhen, who was in charge of the test in the Poetry Club, casually stroked the green beard under his jaw and said to him with a smile: Mr. Min, look at the scenery of Nanxun Palace so pleasant. You can choose one of the scenery you see in your eyes and improvise a quatrain.

Qiuye bowed and walked slowly towards the gate of the hall.

Looking around, outside the corridor is a beautiful lotus pond. The wind passes over the blue waves, and the lotus leaves are like layers of green waves, like pieces of jade, and the green lotus leaves raise lotus flowers, like a girl's crimson cheeks.

There are springs among the rockery rocks by the pool, and the clear water flows into the pond covered with green lotus leaves. On the large lotus leaves like jasper trays, crystal pearls are rolling. The red and white lotus flowers sway in the breeze, graceful and graceful.

The beautiful scenery came into view, and he felt aroused, and couldn't help but lift up his pen to write:

"The moist green Nanxun Hall, the clear pond hides the streams. Dreams linger on the willow bank, and soul surrounds the old Liangzhou."

He finished his pen with ease, picked up the poem's notes and read them from beginning to end, and then presented them to Fang Guozhen.

Fang Guozhen focused on reading his poems, and a stunning look filled with his eyes: Dreams linger on the willow bank, and soul surrounds the old Liangzhou

Liangzhou is a place name on the outskirts of Luoyang, also known as Lianhuazhou. There are thousands of red lotus blooming in summer, reflecting the sun like fire, and it is extremely spectacular.

I heard that the owner there is also a very mysterious figure. I don’t know whether it is a man or a woman, or who or what kind of story it is, so I don’t hesitate to create this fairyland-like place.

Liangzhou is a moving legend in the hearts of Luoyang people.

Unfortunately, during that chaotic war, its owner used a fire to burn all the lotus flowers that stretched for ten miles and the pavilions on the river bank to ashes. Now it is deserted, and the river water is on the verge of drying up, leaving only withered branches and leaves in the water.

The owner was not sure where he went and was said to have died in the fire.
Chapter completed!