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This time at the Poetry Conference, Daliang is extremely determined to win the Poetry Champion.
We must not allow outsiders to call Daliang a country of barbarians.
"Follow the order!"
Lin Mingzhang and Zuo Tong bowed down.
"What happened to Mr. Lin's student Zhuang Bufan?"
Emperor Jingrui asked Lin Mingzhang, since he wanted to compete for the leader, he naturally couldn't miss Zhuang Bufan, who was the number one talent in Daliang.
"Back to the emperor! Zhuang Bufan said that he is willing to participate in the poetry conference and fight for the leader of my beam, but"
Lin Mingzhang hesitated to speak.
"But what?"
"However, he said that he is proficient in articles and poetry, but he studies calligraphy, so he is not good at poetry!" Lin Mingzhang said slowly.
Industry specializing in surgery.
Everyone is like this.
Poetry and articles, some people are proficient in poetry, some are proficient in articles, each has its own strengths, and each has its own shortcomings, so they are not perfect.
"So he is not sure?" Emperor Jingrui's eyes were more stern.
If Zhuang Bufan doesn't have self-confidence, who else in Daliang can take on this important task?
"Go down!"
Emperor Jingrui waved his hand and said helplessly.
In the early morning of the next day, the capital was already very lively.
The Poetry Conference was a big feast in Daliang. The streets were filled with red lights, and there were more vendors coming and going.
Today the gates of the city are wide open, without any restrictions, anyone can come in and out freely.
"Miss!"
"let's go!"
Lin Nianrou got into the carriage and said.
The Poetry Conference is not held in the capital, but in the royal garden three miles away from the capital.
Han Ce also brought Mu Hanfeng and the others to the royal garden.
? Covering an area of ??300 miles, the nearby trees are forested with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the mountains in the distance are stretching, like a black dragon lying on the ground, with the potential to soar into the sky.
The place where dragon veins gather.
Passing through the woods is a vast plain with flat ground and natural lawn.
"It would be great if this place was made into a golf course!" Han Ce looked at the surrounding terrain, it was definitely a perfect place for leisure and entertainment.
"Where is the Sage Villa?"
Mu Hanfeng pointed to the left side and looked in the direction. There are high walls protecting the courtyard, and there are several tall buildings in the courtyard, which are magnificent.
Shengxian Villa is the palace where the emperor lived when he was hunting. He only came here once a year and stayed for half a month.
"What a sage villa!"
Han Ce nodded in praise.
? When I came to Shengxian Villa, I found that many people had gathered.
Literati and scholars talk to each other in groups of three or five.
"I don't know who this year's poetry chief will be?"
"It goes without saying, of course it's Zhuang Bufan from Daliang!"
"You can't be so full of words. Duanmuling from Beiyan and Liu Bangyan from Nanchu are all strong competitors!"
The topic most discussed by everyone is who can win the poem first.
"I heard that Xia Chuchu is coming too!"
"Really? Xia Chuchu is the top card in Fengyue Tower, and a neon clothes dance has fascinated countless people. If I can meet him once, I will have no regrets in this life!"
"Do you know? A few days ago, the young master of Zhenbeihou Mansion went to Fengyue Tower to call for Xia Chuchu, but was rejected!"
"Han Ce? I heard that this person has no ink. Such a person is worthy of Miss Chuchu's favor?"
"What is this? Zuo Wenbin, the son of the Ministry of Rites, made a big fuss in Fengyuelou because of Xia Chuchu. He almost didn't make Master Zuo so angry!"
Apart from the topic of Shikui, the most lively thing is the affair of Fengyue.
Talk about some romantic stories in the capital, saying that the son of that family fell in love with the top card, spent a lot of money, and even turned against his family.
? Listening to everyone's discussion, Han Ce seemed to be watching flowers on a horse. Over the years, his Huahua image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
There is no need to care.
"Northern Swallow Duanmu Ling arrives!"
Soon there was a call from the door.
Everyone cast their eyes, and one person walked in under the eyes of everyone.
Wearing a brocade robe, the hair decoration is different from that of the Central Plains people.
"He is Duanmuling, and he is really handsome!"
? It is rumored that Duanmuling is Beiyan's No.A handsome man, the object of many women's hearts.
"Everyone is polite!"
Duanmuling clasped his fists to salute, since it was a poetry conference, it was natural to be more polite and courteous, bowing to each other, which was a common understanding among literati.
The arrival of Duanmu Ling made many students in Daliang feel disgusted. After all, this guy took away the first poem and made the students in Daliang lose face.
"Young Master Duanmu!"
Since people worship, everyone must not lose their etiquette.
Han Ce stood in the crowd and looked at Duanmuling, but he didn't seem to think there was anything special about him.
"Master Zhuang is here!"
After Duanmuling, Zhuang Bufan also came to Shengxian Villa.
"Master Zhuang!"
"Master Zhuang!"
Seeing Zhuang Bufan, many people greeted him with a smile. After all, this one is their leading talent, and he looks very kind.
"Everyone is polite!"
Zhuang Bufan said with a smile.
"Brother Zhuang, we haven't seen each other for several years, right?" Duanmu Ling came to Zhuang Bufan with a smile and said, revealing in his words that the two had known each other a long time ago, and they were not just acquaintances.
"Five years!"
Zhuang Bufan replied with a smile.
Back then, when he traveled to Beiyan, Daqi, Nanchu and other places, he met Duanmu Ling in Beiyan. This person has excellent poetry and can be said to be a bit of a genius.
Duanmuling was literate at the age of three, could compose poems at the age of five, and went to the palace to discuss politics with the ministers of the court at the age of ten. He was called a child prodigy in Beiyan.
And Zhuang Bufan has indeed seen Duanmuling's genius, and it is not a problem for Duanmuling to write a poem in seven steps.
"That's right! It's been five years, Brother Zhuang participated in the Poetry Conference today, it seems that I'm hopeless!"
Duanmuling laughed at himself.
The implication is to tell everyone that he came here for Shikui.
"Brother Duanmu, why should you be humble!"
Zhuang Bufan said with a smile.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, everyone dispersed.
Zhuang Bufan looked at the crowd and soon saw a figure.
"Zhuang Bufan has met Lord Hou!"
Arriving in the garden of Shengxian Villa, Zhuang Bufan stood in front of Han Ce and kowtowed.
"Get up!"
Han Ce asked Zhuang Bufan to get up.
"It's okay to hang out in the capital these years, and you are already a celebrity!" Han Ce looked at Zhuang Bufan. When he left Beiliang City and came to the capital, Zhuang Bufan was skinny and dark-skinned. Now he looks at him. This is the ancient elegance. scholar.
"Thanks to Lord Hou for cultivating it!"
Zhuang Bufan said gratefully, if it weren't for Han Ce, there would be no Zhuang Bufan today.
"Don't say that, it's mainly your own efforts! Have you communicated with Uncle Zhuang?"
"Father said everything is fine at home!" Zhuang Bufan paused and looked at "Master Hou, is your wife here?"
"I think you are idle and have nothing to do!"
"There, it's obvious that you, Lord Hou, caused the trouble yourself. My wife has come to my Danbo Bookstore to look for you!" Zhuang Bufan said, the manuscript of the original book was definitely given to Lin Nianrou by Han Ce.
"Is Shikui confident this time?"
"No!"
Zhuang Bufan replied very affirmatively that he was better than Duan Muling if it was about articles, and Duan Muling was better than himself if it was poetry. (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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