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The value of this book of poetry has surpassed its own existence.
"ah?"
Lin Mingzhang did not expect that Lin Nianrou wanted to return it.
Lin Nianrou also saw Lin Mingzhang's reluctance, not because the Book of Songs was priceless, as Prime Minister and in a high position, Lin Mingzhang had never seen anything, and there were several priceless things in the mansion.
What he is reluctant to part with is this font.
I haven't studied it carefully, so I have to return it.
"Daughter! Can I return this at another time?"
Lin Mingzhang asked Lin Nianrou in a probing tone, that is, Lin Nianrou, if it was Lin Nianrou's elder brother Lin Nianxiao, Lin Mingzhang had already driven him out of the study at this time.
"Father!"
Lin Nianrou yelled with a slight extension of the end, and now it is not known whether the young master is still in the Danbo Bookstore. If he passes by another day, it may be even more difficult to find him.
"All right!"
Lin Mingzhang handed the Book of Songs to Lin Nianrou.
The face is full of grievances and reluctance, like a child who has been robbed of his favorite candied haws.
"Father!"
"Take it away, take it away!" Lin Mingzhang waved his hand, and turned to stop looking at it. Lin Nianrou walked out and was about to leave the study. "Daughter! Ask some young master if he can borrow it for a day or two!"
Lin Mingzhang felt that he could still fight for it.
After coming out of the study, Lin Nianrou returned to her room and wrapped the Book of Songs in her embroidered handkerchief.
"Xiaoru, follow me out!"
Xiao Ru was coming in from the outside when she heard Lin Nianrou's voice.
"Miss?"
"Let's go!" Lin Nianrou eagerly took Xiao Ru's little hand and the two came out of Xiangguo Mansion, "Go to Danbo Bookstore!" Sitting in the carriage, Lin Nianrou only said one sentence.
Indifferent bookstore?
"Miss, haven't we bought the Book of Songs? Why do you still have to go to the Danbo Bookstore?"
Lin Nianrou smiled without saying a word.
Soon came to Danbo Bookstore.
At this time, the Book of Songs was sold out, and there were not many people in the bookstore. After a short period of excitement, the quiet time returned.
"Is the girl here to buy books? I'm very sorry that the Book of Songs is sold out today. You can read other books."
Lin Nianrou walked in, and the shopkeeper of the bookstore greeted him immediately.
Looking at Lin Nianrou's attire, she is not an ordinary woman.
"No, I'm here to find someone!"
Lin Nianrou replied with a smile.
Find someone?
Come to the bookstore to find someone?
This is really hard for the shopkeeper. This bookstore is not a restaurant, a teahouse, or a place of fireworks. Who can I find here?
"I don't know who are you looking for, girl?"
"Is your Danbo Bookstore the only bookstore that sells the Book of Songs?" Lin Nianrou asked as he glanced at the bookshelves around the bookstore, which were already empty.
"That's right!"
"Then do you know anyone who has a hand-copied original book?" Lin Nianrou asked. All they bought were in block letters, and those who had a hand-copied original book must have a good status.
"this?"
The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, copying the original book by hand? That's probably only the author himself.
"Why did Miss Lin come to my Danbo Bookstore today?"
When the shopkeeper was a little dazed, Zhuang Bufan walked in from the backyard, and immediately stepped forward to say hello when he saw Lin Nianrou. The shopkeeper didn't know him, but he did.
"Master Zhuang!"
"Miss Lin, are you going to buy books?"
"No! I want to find a son who has the original manuscript!" Lin Nianrou handed the Book of Songs in his hand to Zhuang Bufan.
Opening the Book of Songs, Zhuang Bufan just glanced at it and understood it.
In the whole world, the only person who can own the hand-copied model of the original book is Han Ce, the young master of the Northern Marquis Mansion of their town. It seems that the Marquis has already come to the capital.
And even hand-copied the original book to Lin Nianrou.
But looking at Lin Nianrou's appearance, it seems that he doesn't know Han Ce's identity.
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Miss Lin. We have never sold this hand-copied Book of Songs in the original bookstore. It should be given to someone by the author!"
Zhuang Bufan replied.
Han Ce concealed his identity, and it is not easy for him to expose Han Ce's identity here.
Hearing Zhuang Bufan's words, Lin Nianrou was a little disappointed, it seemed that this was the only way to goup.
Even Zhuang Bufan said so, what else can he do.
"However, I do know a place that might help Miss Lin!"
Zhuang Bufan continued.
Hearing that there was still a chance, Lin Nianrou immediately beamed with joy, with a smile on his face.
"I also ask Mr. Zhuang to enlighten me!"
"Tomorrow is the Poetry Conference held by the late emperor. At that time, all the talented people in the capital will go. This young man can hold the original hand-copied, so he must be a good person. I think he will definitely participate!"
Zhuang Bufan replied.
Poetry conference?
Naturally, Lin Nianrou also knew that it was a custom in Daliang.
Daliang established the country with martial arts, advocating martial arts. After Emperor Jing Taizu founded Daliang, in order to check and balance civil and martial arts, promote Confucianism, a special poetry conference was held for scholars.
All students and talented people from all over the world can come to participate, no matter which country they are from, there is no distinction between them.
Thus the rise of literature.
The Poetry Conference will gather countless scholars, talented scholars and beautiful ladies.
Everyone discussed with each other, and finally a poet was selected.
Some people started preparing for the three-year poetry conference a year ago, just to win the first prize.
?The previous two poetry conferences were won by Duan Muling from Beiyan and Liu Bangyan from Nanchu. Daliang got nothing.
I heard that both Bei Yan and Da Qi will participate in this poetry conference.
For this reason, Emperor Jingrui ordered that the soldiers from all over the world be summoned to prepare for the war before March.
Poetry conference?
Lin Nianrou nodded, "Thank you Mr. Zhuang for your advice, Nianrou understands!" Lin Nianrou bid farewell to Zhuang Bufan and went straight back to Xiangguo Mansion.
"Miss, do you want to go tomorrow?"
Xiao Ru asked Lin Nianrou.
Lin Nianrou was also hesitating, wondering if he wanted to go, would that person appear?
She is quite tired of such scenes, because she needs to socialize when she goes there, and no matter who comes, you have to return the courtesy politely, for fear that if something is not done well, people will be misunderstood and say that the Xiangguo Mansion is defiant.
Some people did it for the limelight, some did it because of the Xiangguo Mansion, and they didn't have any good intentions.
"go!"
In the end Lin Nianrou decided to go and have a look.
Zhenyuanhou Mansion.
"Master Hou, Bufan has sent news that Madam is looking for you!" Mu Hanfeng came in from the outside, "He said Madam will go back to the Poetry Conference tomorrow to find Master Hou!"
"Why did this Zhuang Bufan start worrying about Lin Nianrou and me? It seems that the affairs of the indifferent bookstore are too easy for him!"
Han Ce took the note and said helplessly after reading it for a day.
Poetry conference?
However, you can participate. If you don¡¯t want to be famous, you can just watch the bustle of Daliang. I have been in this dynasty for more than ten years, and I have never really experienced the prosperous scene in ancient times.
The Imperial Study Room.
"Master Lin, Mr. Zuo! How are you preparing for this poetry conference?"
Emperor Jingrui asked the two courtiers in front of him.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, we have made all the preparations!" replied Zuo Tong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites.
"Very good, remember that this time the poem chief must be from Daliang!" Emperor Jingrui said, the capital was captured by other countries twice, if this continues, Daliang will lose face. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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