fake prince

Chapter 610
Forest House
Jian Qu, who was walking outside the main gate, had a livid face and could not even maintain his basic demeanor. He ignored the butler of the Lin family who sent him out, and got into the bullock cart directly, and ordered: "Go back."

Just sat in the car silently, no longer talking.

"Before, I declined politely, but now I refuse firmly. It's just a person who dares to refuse the invitation of the acting marquis. It's unreasonable!"

The more she thought about what happened just now, the angrier Jian Qu became.

On the way, I saw Cen Rubai who also had a bad face. Jian Qu stopped the ox cart and asked Cen Rubai to get on the cart. When someone came up, the ox cart started to move again. Jian Qu asked angrily in a low voice: "Is it the person you invited? They all declined? What is going on with these people? Could it be that the literary society of the Daihou Mansion is a sea of ​​swords and flames?"

When they came out this time, they had already received a report. One of the people who had promised to come before was counted as one, but they all declined. Not to mention that there will be 20 people participating in the literary meeting, I am afraid that ten people will not be able to make up. How is this so? Can Jane Qu accept it?
Cen Rubai said with a bad face: "I just got the news. The reason why these people have declined is because the Prince of Qi's mansion has spread rumors that the King of Qi will also hold a literary conference, and the time set is exactly the same as our Marquis's mansion. Some people Not daring to offend the King of Qi, they intend to attend the literary meeting in the Palace of the King of Qi, but some people do not want to offend either, so they simply avoid going out temporarily because they are unwell or have urgent matters."

"Finally, there are still a few famous people who have agreed, so we won't lose everything." Cen Rubai said with a look of rejoicing.

Jian Qu gritted her teeth: "Qi Palace is abominable! Didn't they release the news just to prove the previous rumors? Even if they wanted to come, they dare not come now."

Although he was angry at those people's back-and-forth, King Qi was most to blame for this matter itself.

If it wasn't King Qi, those people wouldn't be afraid, so they declined one after another.

"What should I do now? Why don't we just go back and report to the Lord?" Thinking about hosting this matter, this is still the main responsibility of the Hou Mansion's ninth-rank clerk. He can also handle some literary affairs, but he couldn't do it well, so Jian Qu was naturally very frustrated.

Cen Rubai's mood is not much better than Jian Qu's. He is actually more flexible in some aspects, but if you care about it, you will be in chaos. , image, so it is naturally difficult to jump out of Daihou's first literary meeting.

The two looked at each other in silence, and when the ox cart returned to the Hou's mansion, they got out of the cart with some frustration.

"My lord, it seems that things have developed according to your idea. What should we do next?" In the study, the wild Taoist had received the report and asked Su Ziji.

"The essay meeting will be held in five days." Su Ziji slowly stopped writing, stared at it for a long time, and after a long time, he took a deep breath and said.

He believes that, although due to technical limitations, it is impossible to know every move.

But most of them are in the eyes of the emperor.

That's enough, I just want the emperor to know so that he can be targeted.

Five Days Bathing the River
A two-story painting boat that can accommodate hundreds of people is moving slowly in the river, and the sound of silk and bamboo is coming out, which is beautiful and pleasant.

Some of them looked like everyone's servants and maids coming and going, and there were even small boats carrying food and drinks from large restaurants in the capital, or cooking them on the spot, or having prepared them long ago and sent them directly.

The aroma of food filled the air, attracting many passers-by to pay attention to the painting boat.

In this section of the river, the river level is gentle, and there are some commercial streets on the side of the road, and there are many passers-by.

Although it is winter, the river is not frozen. The sky is beautiful today, the sky is as blue as washing, and the bright sun shines on the river. Although the trees on both sides of the river are no longer green and decayed, there is still a kind of beauty of a winter cruise.

"What's going on here? Which Wenhui is so rich and rented such a big boat?" A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe just passed by, and he couldn't help asking as he watched the boat slowly go by on the river. Onlookers.

The passer-by was a small businessman with some spare money, looking enviously at the painted boat, when he heard someone ask himself, he replied: "It is said that the newly naturalized emperor's grandson organizes a literature fair, do you know the emperor's grandson? It is the Daihou! The emperor's grandson loves it. Shiwen, before being recognized, had won the first prize in the examination, and has always liked to make friends with scholars. This is probably because many scholars have gathered in the capital recently, and there are many literary fairs. Banquets are also held, and some scholars are invited to communicate. "

After finishing speaking, I couldn't help but tsk-tsk: "After all, I am a scholar, even if I am not an official, I still have the opportunity to get close to such a noble person. If I am lucky enough to meet the emperor's grandson, I can wake up from my dreams with laughter!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar who heard the little businessman's emotion showed a trace of contempt in his eyes.

"Little knowledge! Given the embarrassing situation of Daihou, the scholars who can come are probably poor scholars who have nothing at all and are simply fighting for their future. But whoever has some foundation and reputation, who will come to this muddy water?"

Looking up at the painting boat again, he shook his head slightly: "I didn't expect Daihou to hold this literary meeting on the painting boat. Could it be to avoid the edge of King Qi?"

"That's right. I'm afraid that this literary meeting will only be superficial. I heard that the King of Qi has said that no sons from the capital are allowed to participate in the literary meeting on behalf of the Marquis. I'm afraid they are all from other places when they come here? I don't know about this era. , how angry you should be."

On the painting boat, Su Ziji, who was being guessed about his mood, was standing on the railing on the second floor of the painting boat with a smile on his face, looking down at the people below.

This painting boat is specially used to hold this kind of banquet. The first and second floors are remodeled according to the layout of a large wine shop or brothel. The first floor is connected to a hall with wooden steps next to it. It consists of a small hall occupying half the size of a painting boat and several separate rooms.

There were more than 40 visitors, and there were about ten tables on the first floor. This is a place to eat and drink, and each table has an additional small space, which is a separate table for pens, inks, papers, inkstones, chess, calligraphy and paintings. On the way, poetry suddenly became popular, and you can splash ink nearby. If anyone suddenly wants to play a song, you can also pick up the piano nearby.

These people are all toasting and drinking, and the atmosphere is quite lively. Except for a few talented people, the scene of this happy gathering is not deserted.

At this moment Jian Qu walked up to Su Ziji's side and whispered, "My lord, wearing a light blue Confucian gown at the first table on the right is Zhang Lan, a gifted scholar. He is twenty-two in his thirties. He is talented in poetry, has written several good poems, and is quite well-known among the foreign candidates who came to Beijing."

"Wearing a sapphire blue Confucian gown at the second table on the left is He Bingzhi, who is also somewhat famous. Because he can write articles, he is also somewhat famous among foreign scholars."

"Except for these two talented people with names and surnames, none of them came. It is said that they are all on the sidelines."

"My lord, the students who are talking to Zhang Lan now are all talented. They only came to the capital with great difficulty because of their poor families. They worked hard for food and lodging, and their clothes are a little shabby. It's not because they are poor. Pay attention to this article."

(End of this chapter)