God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

The bright moon is in the sky.

In Sikong Mansion, there were also people who couldn't sleep.

This person is Chang Sun Chong.

It's late at night, but this guy is still working hard... reciting poems.

There are no less than ten poems in front of him, all freshly released.

A scribe around 30 years old stood aside, supervising Chang Sun Chong.

Chang Sun Chongnian said: "Tangxuan's laughter is speechless... the ape calls the first string to the face... the two eyes are bowed and the cup is opened...seeing the flowers are full of treasures and the lamp is burning..."

He read again: "Re-opening the reflection to guard the end of the world, and it is not enough to conquer the fertile land. If you want to go to the ball to praise the valley bird, the powder dew in the spiritual pond will be late... This is such a broken thing. Isn't it good to write about the moon? Where can it be?" Is it the moon? Nonsense, nothing understands."

As he spoke, he picked up the pen holder on the table and wanted to throw it at the scribe.

Suddenly there was a reprimand at the door: "Nonsense!"

Changsun Chong raised his head, only to see Changsun Wuji walking in, hurriedly put down the things in his hands, and said with a smile: "Father, why are you here?"

"Hmph!" Changsun Wuji snorted coldly, "If Dad doesn't come, I don't know how long you'll be messing around. Mr. Yu is a well-known scholar in the Eastern Palace, especially good at poetry. Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, His Royal Highness the Prince The song "Watching the Moon" surprised everyone and won the first place. It was written by Mr. Yu. This time, I hope you can win the first place, so I greeted His Royal Highness in advance, and I was fortunate enough to invite Mr. Yu to help you. But you are lucky, you are not humble to learn, but you are still here! You really let me down!"

The scribe next to him rushed to salute.

This person's surname is Yu, and his single name is Jie, but he is one of the counselors recruited by Prince Li Chengqian of the Eastern Palace, and he is especially good at composing poetry.

This time, in order for his son to shine at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair and successfully marry Princess Changle, Changsun Wuji paid a lot of money and sent many good things to the East Palace. Finally, he borrowed Yu Jie from Li Chengqian to help Chang Sun Chong.Otherwise, with Chang Sun Chong's level, let alone poetry, it would be good if he could say one, two, three by then.

Chang Sun Chong said carelessly: "Father, don't worry, my eldest Sun Chong is a handsome man, suave and suave, and he is also a well-known figure in Chang'an City. When I appear on the stage tomorrow, I will definitely fascinate my beautiful cousin. By that time, she will not obediently marry her." Come to Sikong Mansion? Such a beauty is about to marry me, it is really..."

Snapped.

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped by Changsun Wuji.

"You bastard," Changsun Wuji yelled, "You only have beauty in your head, you're useless. Do you think daddy wants to find you a beautiful and unparalleled princess? Do you know that, Princess Changle is His Majesty's darling, and it will be a great honor for Sikong Mansion for Princess Changle to marry into the Sikong Mansion. Your Majesty loves Princess Changle so much, so naturally she will not treat you badly..."

"Ah, dad, I understand, I understand, I'll just recite poems!"

At this moment, Chang Sun Chong suddenly became obedient.

This guy bit the bullet and memorized poems all night.

After memorizing these dozens of poems, Chang Sun Chong also had a new experience, and said to Yu Jie who stayed up with him all night: "Mr., you have worked hard. Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, I must perform well and let everyone look at me with admiration." .”

Yu Jie said: "My eldest grandson is a great talent, of course it is not a problem. However, in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, my eldest grandson has already made arrangements. I will enter the palace with you tonight. When the time comes, I can also help you on the spot!"

"So, very good!" Chang Sun Chong said happily.

In the past Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference, the topics of the poems were all around the moon, and this year it will not change.

With these dozen or so poems, and the support of Yu Jie, a great talent, he immediately became full of confidence.

……

(In the fourth watch, the character [Yu Jie] will appear. Brothers who need a character, please leave a message in the book review area, and we will make arrangements according to the development of the plot.)

Chapter 354

noon.

Xu Guogong's mansion, a secluded backyard.

Behind the rockery, a woman in a goose yellow dress, about twelve or thirteen years old, is squatting on the ground with a lonely face.

The little girl next to her walked over with a big black dog on her lead, and comforted her: "Miss, don't be sad, the eldest grandson is the eldest son of the Sikong mansion and the queen's nephew, and there is also the eldest grandson's family. There is nothing strange about him marrying His Royal Highness Princess Changle... To be honest, there is nothing good about Mr. Changsun, there are many talented and virtuous people in Chang'an City, why should you care about him."

This girl, named Gao Liyun, was the eldest daughter of Gao Shilian, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and the younger sister of Gao Shilian, the best friend of Changsun Chong.

Gao Liyun has liked Chang Sun Chong since she was a child, even though outsiders look down on Chang Sun Chong, but in her eyes, Chang Sun Chong is the most perfect.

However, now Changsun Chong is going to marry Princess Changle, but she has nothing, so she is naturally very lonely and sad.

Which girl is not pregnant?

The little maid said with emotion: "Oh, miss, you are just too infatuated, but what's the use of this, the eldest grandson doesn't know."

"So what if you know, so what if you don't know... Now, nothing matters!"

Gao Liyun stood up, turned around, picked up a piece of snack on the table, and threw it on the ground.

When the big black dog saw it, it rushed over drooling, and ate the snack in two or three strokes.

Gao Liyun said slowly: "I fed all my infatuation to the dog. From then on, mountains and rivers are separated, and it will never be the same again!"

……

evening.

Outside the Yanxing Gate of Chang'an City, on a hill.

Du He stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a long white gown with fluttering sleeves, giving him an air of resignation and independence.

Zhang Jian said from the side: "Young Master, in another hour, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair will start. Just now, the city gate is closed, and many spies have appeared around our Dream Group. It is very difficult to enter the city at this time." ! Isn’t this clearly saying that we are not allowed to enter the city? It’s really deceiving!”

"Ha ha……"

Du He smiled nonchalantly and said, "Do you really think that if the gate of the city is closed, I won't be able to enter? Your Majesty, the Empress, have tried everything possible to prevent me from appearing at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. They are just worried that I will cause trouble... It's a pity, my young master It will not be as they wish, this time, if you want to play, play something big, bring news to Lu Yuan, let him be highly vigilant, and don't lose the chain at the last moment."

"Yes!"

Du He looked at the sky, and said calmly: "I'm going to sleep for a while, call me in an hour."

……

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair will start at [-]:[-] pm.

The location is in the Fufeng Garden of the East Neiyuan.

The entire Fufeng Garden is located on an artificial island, surrounded by lakes, and only a man-made corridor connects to the land, the scenery is extremely beautiful.The most important thing is the best place to enjoy the moon. When the full moon appears, the water surface is sparkling, and the moon in the water and the moon in the sky are intertwined, which is shocking.

Half an hour ago, everyone arrived except Li Er and Empress Changsun.

All the people were seated, surrounded by palace ministers, but in the arena were today's protagonists—talented talents who had been invited to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry competition.

The eldest Sun Chong sat in the first row, full of vigor and high spirits, very unhappy.

He looked back at Yu Jie, and asked with some trepidation: "Mr. Yu, if the title of this year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival is no longer the moon, what should we do?"