fake prince

Chapter 604 Invitation

In an instant, Ye Daoist seemed to realize something: "My lord, what do you mean?"

"Seeing the snow in winter, the scenery is very beautiful, just in the past few days, we will hold a snow appreciation event."

Su Ziji said, and smiled again: "At first, I thought about waiting for the restaurant to open, but after thinking about it, it is appropriate to do it now."

"You go write a post and invite some people."

He already knew that Su Ziji had plans to hold a literary conference. After hearing this, Ye Buhui was very happy, while Zhou Yao looked at Su Ziji thoughtfully. After drinking for three rounds, Zhou Yao saw that it was getting late and left go back.

This time Su Ziji and Ye Buhui saw him off in person, Zhou Yao lowered the curtains, and the girl waved outside the car window and disappeared behind the bullock cart, she heard a mysterious voice saying: "Your chess talent is too poor, it's hard to succeed."

Zhou Yao didn't refute anything, she just smiled at the corner of her mouth, the little maid could tell that Miss is very happy today.

"Are you repaying your favor?" the mysterious voice asked again.

"Yes, husband and wife are one. If I repay her, it is equivalent to repaying my benefactor." Zhou Yao nodded.

Fulai Inn
Zhang Qingfang stepped lightly out of the bullock cart and walked into the inn. A fire was lit in the lobby, and the warmth made him endure the cold on the road. He sighed comfortably and glanced at the people who were eating in the lobby. Among them were people he knew, Zhang Qingfang Smiling and arching his hands, he walked in directly.

Zhang Qingfang was intelligent since he was a child, diligent and studious, read a lot of books, at the age of twelve or thirteen, he was able to compose poetry and rhyme, and was highly valued by scholars. Unfortunately, he was not very successful in the imperial examination, and he failed in many provincial examinations.

He didn't win the exam until he was 31 years old. He failed the exam when he went to Beijing last time, so he lived in the capital and waited for the next exam.

Because of his wealthy family, when the students living here could only eat some cheap meals in the inn lobby, he had already lingered in various restaurants in the capital, but if he wanted to say that he had the most satisfying meal, he would say today's meal.

Before the opening of Mengyuan Building, he only heard others mention that it sells live seafood. He thought that it is not easy to eat live seafood in the capital, so he went to eat it with the idea of ​​seeing what happened. After a meal, he was very satisfied with the result.

"I'm back, how does it taste?"

The long-term lease of a small courtyard is not too expensive, the monthly rent is six taels, and I share the rent with Huang Fu, who is also a Juren, and greeted me lightly when I saw him coming in.

"The seafood in Mengyuanlou is very delicious. I believe it's made by live fish in Beijing!" Zhang Qingfang couldn't help but praise: "I don't know what method is used. The seafood in Tianguanglou is also considered fresh. It can be compared with Compared with Mengyuan Building, it is still incomparable."

"After all, the backstage of Mengyuanlou is Daihou. It's not surprising that the Marquis of the country has some special methods." Huang Fu said without raising his head. He was wearing a starched and faded t-shirt, and it seemed that his family was not very rich. , but with sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes, elegant and handsome, he reads a book without raising his head.

"Daihou?" Zhang Juren was about to ask carefully when he suddenly heard someone knock on the door.

As soon as he turned around, he opened the door and saw a neatly dressed man standing outside the door.

"Are you Zhang Juren?"

"Exactly, you have something to do with me?"

"The young one is under the order of my master, to send you an invitation card to Master Zhang, inviting you to attend the literary meeting in five days' time."

As he spoke, he presented an invitation card with both hands.

It is not surprising that Zhang Juren heard that it was an invitation from the Wenhui. When he came to the capital, he found that the Wenhui was often held here. Not bad.

Of course, people with a little money were invited, and they were too shy to get in and out, so people gradually invited fewer people.

"I wonder who your master is?" Zhang Juren asked.

"It's Daihou."

"Daihou?" Zhang Juren hesitated when he heard that the inviter was Daihou. He heard that he was the son of the crown prince, who was living among the people and was recognized by the emperor.

This book is not too strange, but the strange thing is that before I came back, I got the first prize in the exam.

Some people think that it is the emperor's favor, but the number one scholar will be published and posted. As long as it is at the level of Juren, once you read it, you will be so full of energy and impeccable that you will be speechless.

The water is a little deep for Daihou, but he was born as the number one scholar. If he refused, Zhang Juren would be a little bit reluctant.

At this moment, Huang Juren put down the book in his hand, stood up, and walked over: "I'm really sorry, we happened to make an appointment with a classmate to visit a friend in Beijing that day.

"Ah? Yes! On that day, I had something to do and couldn't attend. Please go back and express my apology to Daihou on my behalf." Zhang Juren didn't know why his roommate said that, but they were friends and had some tacit understanding. Immediately accepted the reason handed over, declined.

When the man left and closed the door, Zhang Ju asked puzzledly, "Brother Huang, you have always said that Daihou is full of literary courage, but it's a pity that he became a clan, or Wenzong."

"Why did you just ask me to decline this invitation? Although Daihou is a newly-appointed lord, it is easy for people to criticize him when he associates with powerful people, but he is also the number one scholar. It would be a good thing if he could take the opportunity to ask for advice."

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Huang Juren was speechless and lowered his voice: "You still don't understand? This generation of princes is the son of the crown prince, but the crown prince died for no apparent reason back then, and those who followed the crown prince also didn't understand. It didn't end well, the water in there was very deep."

"Besides, right now, when the battle for succession is at stake, if you go to the Marquis' office, you might offend the two kings of Qi and Shu. It doesn't matter if you go to Mengyuanlou. This is a restaurant open to everyone in the capital. But after participating in the Wenhui, you can’t speak clearly, if you don’t want to end up ruining your future, you have to avoid suspicion at the Wenhui!”

"So that's it! Thank you Brother Huang for helping me just now, I almost did something wrong!" Zhang Juren immediately understood, and thanked this friend a thousand times.

And almost at the same time, a bullock cart ushered in Yazhufang, where many elegant scholars gathered in the capital.

Look at the door plaque in front of you, it says "Yao Mansion", dressed in a Confucian robe Jianqu, straightened his clothes, and walked up the steps.

"Please tell me, just say that Juren Jianqu came to see Master Yao."

"A man named Jian Qu came to see me? Please come in quickly." Yao Xun, the owner of the Yao Mansion, was studying in the study, and immediately said when he heard the servant's report.

He is also a Juren. Although he did not get better results in the imperial examinations, he has emerged in the field of calligraphy and painting and is quite famous.

And most of the people who made friends with him were scholars, including Juren and Jinshi, and they often came to visit him because of their fame, so it was not surprising that Yao Xun heard the servant's report.

It's just that when he walked out of the main courtyard and saw the people coming in with the servants, he was slightly taken aback.

He seemed to have seen this person before, but he forgot when and where he met him.

Jian Qu came in, and when he saw the owner, he bowed his hands: "Young master Yao, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still as handsome as ever."

"You..." The visitor was so polite, Yao Xun couldn't say that he couldn't remember who the other party was, so he could only laugh twice, and asked Jian Qu to come into the hall to talk.

(End of this chapter)