Daming Super Daddy

As for the other one, named Xie Zhenqi, although the two are cousins, that one is more talented than Xie Zhenying. Even though he is only seven years old this year, in Jiangnan, he is a well-known poet. Little wit'.

This little guy wrote poems at the age of three, and was able to write poems at the age of five. At the age of seven, he even cared about political affairs, and even wrote one or two articles on policy theory.

The Xie brothers are the representatives of the poor scholars of the Qing Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty. With these two people, no matter how few people go to the poetry festival, these two people can add a lot of color to the poetry festival.

The two came all the way along the Qinhuai River. When they arrived in Nanjing City, it was just after Maoshi, and the poetry meeting would not be held until Sishi, so the two brothers simply ate something outside the city and rested for a while. .

When the two brothers were about to enter the city at three o'clock in the morning, that is, around eight o'clock in the morning, Xie Zhenying, who was the elder brother, held back Xie Zhenqi at this moment.

"Second cousin, what are you pulling me for?" Xie Zhenqi looked at Xie Zhenying strangely.

Xie Zhenying has delicate features, if it weren't for the Adam's apple in his throat, he might be taken as a woman.

He pointed in the direction of the city gate helplessly, and said, "In my opinion, let's enter the city later!"

"Ah?" Xie Zhenqi followed Xie Zhenying's fingers and looked over, only to find that a gorgeous carriage was hurriedly coming from a distance.

Xie Zhenqi wondered, "Who are they?"

"It should be the Fang family's car, and the few drivers behind the carriage. On the surface, they seem to belong to an ordinary wealthy family, but I have seen the driver before. They are members of the Huang family." Xie Xie Zhen Ying tried hard to identify the logo on the carriage, "Fang Xiaoru and Huang Zicheng, two Confucian and Taoist clans, even sent people here. This time is really interesting."

"I'm afraid it's on the south bank of the Yangtze River. Countless aristocratic families have sent people here. This time, His Royal Highness King Han really has a lot of face!" Xie Zhenqi's tender little face carried a seriousness rarely seen in children. , "Second cousin, it's just a poetry club, as for that?"

"How long has it been since our Ming Dynasty was so lively? I'm afraid that even if we observe the New Year's Eve, it may not be so lively."

Xie Zhenying explained: "Besides, in the current situation, the imperial court has become too passive. The people and even the officials on the entire south bank of the Yangtze River feel panic. His Royal Highness King Han is holding a poetry meeting at this time. If my brother guessed correctly, It should be the will of Long Live! His Royal Highness King Han’s move, to put it lightly, is to understand etiquette and righteousness; to put it more seriously, it is great benevolence and righteousness, for the country and the people."

Hearing Du Jiezhenying's words, Xie Zhenqi nodded half-understanding. After all, he was only a seven-year-old child, and it was still difficult for him to understand so many principles.

Xie Zhenying continued: "Of course, none of this has anything to do with us. The main purpose of our trip is to gain insights, and see if we can find you a wife at the poetry conference!"

"I don't want a wife. All those old gentlemen only know what they mean. No one can teach me except Uncle!" Xie Zhenqi is very arrogant, but he has the right to be proud. Anyone who can dare to talk to me at the age of seven Is the Imperial Academy better than poems and songs?

"It's up to you!" Xie Zhenying smiled and touched the little guy's head, and said, "Father has found a wife for Xun a long time ago, but I don't know if he will participate in this poetry meeting." !"

"Who is that?" Xie Zhenqi said, "In our entire Ming Dynasty, apart from those old masters who have passed away, who else is more talented than Uncle? Who, I don't want it!"

"Okay, you kid has ambition!" Xie Zhenying was amused by the little guy's words.

……

After the twenty or so horse-drawn carriages entered the city one after another, the Xie brothers also drove into the city, heading for the venue of the poetry meeting.

Soon, the two brothers arrived at the gate of King Han's Mansion. Everything was ready for King Han's Mansion. The people in charge of reception were some servants who could also read and write. As for the guards, Zhu Song had already arranged to enter the venue , put on plainclothes, and secretly guarded.

According to Zhu Song's words, too many scholars, celebrities, princes and ministers came to this poetry meeting. If any accident happens to these people in the Han Palace, even if Zhu Song is the prince, even if Zhu Yunwen is willing to protect him, he is afraid that the official title on him will be too much. Gotta be ripped off.

The Xie brothers walked to the door, but before they had time to hand out the invitation, the crowd of scholars who were swarming towards the gate of the palace suddenly split into a lane, and then two small figures came out from the gate. Ri walked out.

"Who are these two people?" Xie Zhenqi asked Xie Zhenying curiously.

How could Xie Zhenying know who these two children were, and he had never been to Yingtian Mansion.

Beside the two brothers was a young scholar in blue shirt, he took a look at the Jie brothers and said, "I don't even know the two young masters of the Prince's Mansion, so the invitations for the two must have been obtained with the help of the elders of the clan. right?"

"Huh?" Xie Zhenqi heard disdain from the blue-shirted scholar, and couldn't help but look up at him, and said, "Isn't this invitation just for you when you come?"

"You can give it when you come!" The blue-shirted scholar rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think the invitation to the poetry meeting is Chinese cabbage? You can find it if you want! If you don't have enough talent, you can only rely on it from the clan. The ability of the elders!"

"Okay, okay, don't explain this to them!" Another scholar who seemed to be with the blue-shirted scholar patted the blue-shirted scholar on the shoulder and said, "His Royal Highness is out!"

Following the scholar's words, Zhu Song, who was wearing a scholar's gown, walked out of the mansion. At this moment, he was constantly smiling at the people surrounding the gate of the palace.

"Everyone!"

Standing in front of the vermilion gate, Zhu Song said loudly: "Thank you all for coming to Yingtian Mansion to participate in the poetry meeting in your busy schedule, but this palace is almost full. If you want to enter the mansion, please limit the number of people to two." People. It doesn't matter if you don't enter the mansion today, this poetry meeting will be held for three days, and it won't be too late to enter the mansion after two days tomorrow!"

Having said that, Zhu Song turned around and let out the door, waved his hand and said, "Please!"

"His Royal Highness King Han is really thoughtful!"

"Yes, there are indeed a lot of people in this poetry meeting, and His Royal Highness King Han's arrangement is indeed reasonable."

"Why do I see that His Royal Highness King Han is different from the rumors from the outside world!"

Zhu Song is really smart enough. He showed his performance and won the favor of many scholars and celebrities. Although he couldn't change the previous bad reviews of him, at least he could increase their favor.

"This is His Royal Highness King Han?" Looking at Zhu Song's back, Xie Zhenqi's small face was full of curiosity, "Why do I think His Royal Highness Han is different from what the outside world says?"

"Kid, what do you know? Go, go in!"

Xie Zhenying patted Xie Zhenqi's little head, handed the invitation to the servant guarding the gate, grabbed Xie Zhenying and entered the palace.

……

"Go to the official Tang mirror, and I have seen His Highness the King of Han!" Zhu Song and his two little friends had just appeared in the middle courtyard, when someone came to salute.

Zhu Song glanced at him, and said with a smile: "So it's Mr. Fang. There's still some time before Sishi. Mr. Fang came quite early!"

This Fang Tangjing is not Fang Tangjing, one of the "Four Great Lawyers in Guangdong" in the Qing Dynasty. He is a doctor of the Five Classics in the Doctor's Office of the Imperial Academy of the Ming Dynasty, and he is an official of the Eighth Grade.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Fang Tangjing is Fang Xiaoru's distant nephew, a typical Confucian conservative, regardless of his low official position, he has a pivotal position among Confucian conservatives.

"Hahaha, wouldn't it be a pity if your Highness held such a grand meeting late?" After saying this, Fang Tangjing dragged Zhu Song to the stage.

Chapter 38 The Flatterer

"Hey, Lord Fang, what are you doing with King Ben?" Zhu Song looked a little strange and asked.

"Your Highness, the poetry meeting is about to begin, are you still seated?" Fang Tangjing asked a little strangely.

Zhu Song said helplessly: "But, my king's seat is not in front!"

"Oh?" Fang Tangjing said: "Your Highness, whether it is the princes and ministers in the court, or those scholars and celebrities, they are all arranged in front. As the master, don't you sit with us?"

"My lord..." Zhu Song was about to speak when he suddenly felt someone pulling him.

Looking down, it was Zhu Huixun who was stretching out his small hands and constantly tugging at the hem of Zhu Song's shirt. The little guy stretched his hands to the beard and the front, and said, "Uncle Song, look, Uncle Song, there is another child in the pavilion opposite." !"

Zhu Song looked forward, and indeed, in the pavilion in front, a handsome man who looked like a woman was pulling a child and sitting on a chair.

"Are your Highness and the young master talking about those two young masters?" Fang Tangjing noticed the conversation between the two and couldn't help interjecting.

"Oh?" Zhu Song said, "Does Master Fang know about them?"

"These two..." Fang Tangjing said: "Does Your Highness know that Hanlin is waiting to be released?"

Who doesn't know Xie Jin!