Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 226 Invitation

"Your Highness!"

"gentlemen!"

In the room, Su Wen met with Jiang Huang. The address of each other sounded normal, but it was slightly weird.

"I've been bothering Mr. these days."

Jiang Huang got straight to the point, and directly talked about today's events: "I haven't been to Ningzhou for a few years, and I never thought that the place of culture and context has become such a scene. It is really heartbreaking."

Su Wen was noncommittal, but just smiled: "What's your Highness's next plan?"

"Thanks to sir, today's incident can be described as shocking. Although Ningzhou's cultural background will not be seriously damaged, it will also disgrace the face, especially Xuehaijianlou!"

Jiang Huang didn't hide anything, and said frankly: "Xuehaijianlou has a deep connection with the Li family. Mrs. Li is one of the two great geniuses of the Li family."

"Two great geniuses?"

Su Wen raised his brows, interested: "Isn't this the only background of Li's impropriety?"

"It's inappropriate."

Jiang Huang smiled and explained: "Apart from Li Qianqiu and Mrs. Li, there is another innate in the Li family, who is the empress of the previous emperor. The queen mother who is currently in charge of the court, the emperor is young. Although she is not the mother of the emperor, she It also has the right to assist the government."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Su Wen became even more curious: "Is there any objection from the imperial family?"

The queen mother is in court to listen to politics?

This is a very common thing in ancient dynasties, especially in the last years of the dynasty when the building was about to collapse and the wind and rain were precarious.

But... this ancient time is limited to ordinary ancient times, and the practice world where extraordinary power exists is not included in this list.

The kingly way is strong, the dragon spirit is supreme, how can the harem be allowed to meddle in politics and get involved in the power of the emperor?
Even if the son of heaven is young, there are still the elders of the royal family, and even the past emperors.

After all, the royal dragon spirit is too strong, and the emperor's crown is too heavy, no matter whether he is cultivated or not, he can only carry it for 50 years, and after 50 years, he will abdicate to give way to the virtuous.

The son of heaven who abdicates to the virtuous will focus on cultivation. With the background of the Great Zhou royal family, most of them can become innate and have five hundred lifespans. After accumulating in this way, there are a group of elders of the former royal family who are in the innate state of the Great Zhou royal family. .

Therefore, the harem meddling in politics and the dictatorship of foreign relatives did not exist in the Great Zhou Dynasty. With the support of the elders of the royal family, the emperors of all dynasties could firmly grasp the power, and there would be no situation where the master was less suspicious and listened to politics behind the curtain.

Then now...

What is the situation?
Facing Su Wen's question, Jiang Huang's expression was also gloomy: "Sir, I don't know that the last emperor, my elder brother, didn't retire after success."

"Oh?"

Su Wen frowned: "That's..."

"Dead from serious illness!"

Jiang Huang shook his head with a dignified expression: "The way of the king is strong, the spirit of the dragon is supreme, the Son of Heaven is invincible by all laws, and all evils are evaded. However, in this world... Mr. has also seen that there are no ministers everywhere, and there are many of them. In that way, using the state's public tools to seek one's own self-interest is a crime against the king, and the dragon's spirit has its own karma, and it will cause disaster!"

"so……."

Su Wen understood, and said in a deep voice, "Is this why the previous emperor died of illness?"

"Not bad!"

Jiang Huang sighed, and said quietly: "Suddenly ill, the medicine stone is useless, searched all the royal treasures, please go all over the world, Taoism, Buddhism, and Confucianism have been overhauled, but failed to save the emperor's life. ..."

Jiang Huang shook his head, and said no more: "After the death of the emperor, the throne hangs high. If it used to be, there would have been a bloody battle for the throne, but this time everyone avoided the emperor's position like snakes and scorpions. In the end, only My nephew who just turned ten years old can be pulled out, and then I, my emperor's wife, and an elder of the royal family will jointly assist the government."

Su Wen's eyes were fixed: "This is..."

"Share the sinful karma of the kingly way, and the evil spirit of the dragon!"

Jiang Huang smiled, seeming to be disdainful: "This is a method that all the clan elders have thought about and researched, and I don't know if it will work, but no matter what, this matter is settled."

"In addition, the death of the emperor's brother also made all the clan elders make up their minds to knock the mountains and shake the tigers, and even plow the courts to sweep the holes, suppress the disobedient officials from all directions, and consolidate the Dazhou society. Only in this way will I lead the people out of Beijing and go to Mengzhou, and then to Ningzhou."

"I see!"

Su Wen nodded, and was puzzled again: "The queen mother is the daughter of the Li family, and now she is assisting the emperor. This time, His Highness came to Ningzhou to suppress the Li family. Does she have any objections?"

Jiang Huang shook her head, said with a light smile: "My sister-in-law is a smart person, she brought up this matter on her own initiative, and she also asked for a guarantee from the elders before, she was just beating and pointing, and she would never kill Li The door is a dead end."

"so……"

Su Wen looked at Jiang Huang: "Is this a play?"

"Half and half."

Jiang Huang didn't deny it either: "The death of the emperor's brother is too shocking. All the clan elders have made up their minds to reorganize the country no matter what, to continue the life, and not to allow the emperor to be seriously ill or die. The first goal must be to make concessions in all aspects, whether it is Ningzhou, Qianjing, or other places..."

"In short, there is a degree and a quantity!"

"If you don't achieve your goal, you will never give up!"

"..."

After Jiang Huang said that, Su Wen didn't ask any more questions, and only said: "Then what does Your Highness want me to do?"

Jiang Huang smiled: "Today's matter is already a heavy blow, knocking mountains and shaking tigers, more than half of the success, and the rest of the things have been arranged properly, so don't bother me, sir. I am here this time to invite you to participate in the article in three days. Huasheng party!"

"Three days later?"

"Wenhua Festival?"

Su Wen frowned: "Isn't the Wenhua Club going to be held tomorrow?"

"It will be held tomorrow, but such a big event, with so many literati, can it be completed in one day?"

Jiang Huang smiled softly and explained: "The Wenhua Grand Meeting will be held for nine days in a row, with a small competition in each day and a big test in three days. It's a real event."

"I see."

Su Wen nodded, and was puzzled again: "That's only three days, why do you have to open it for nine days?"

"Because there are three gates!"

Jiang Huang explained: "Poems and books, classics, policy theory, one for three days, three for nine days, just finished the competition!"

After all, Jiang Huang stared at Su Wen, with inexplicable meaning and high spirits: "There are three yuans in the imperial examination, and there are three chiefs in Wenhua, poetry books, classics, policy theory, any one of the chiefs can be worshiped in the three schools of Ningzhou. Become a true disciple."

"Um……"

Su Wen pondered for a while, and asked, "What if you win the third prize in a row?"

"Ha ha!"

Jiang Huang smiled, with playful eyes: "If you can win the third prize in a row, the son-in-law of the Tian family can do it too!"

"Consort?"

Su Wen was taken aback for a moment, then came back to it, and said a little dumbfounded: "That's really a good fortune!"

"That is!"

Jiang Huang was also not modest, and proudly said with her chest up: "The daughters of my Tian family's Huangmai are all beautiful and beautiful. Whoever marries them is not a blessing?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Su Wen asked what he could say, but he could only nod his head: "I hope that someone will win the third prize in a row in this Wenhua event, so that Your Highness can find a good son-in-law for Tianjia Huangnu."

"Hmm~!"

Jiang Huang stared at Su and asked, "Sir, do you really plan to participate?"

Su Wen shook his head, said with a light smile, "Su Wen is so talented, it's better not to make a fool of yourself in front of the world."

"Mr. is too self-effacing."

Hearing this, Jiang Huang was disappointed, but she didn't force it, she just said, "It's fine if you don't participate, but I want to attend the cultural feast test three days later, can you accompany me?"

……

Wenhua Club Wenhua Club only looks at literary talent, and doesn't care about anything else!
On the ninth day of the grand meeting, there will be a nine-to-three test, and the first is poetry and writing.

In an ordinary world where there are no gods, no demons, no immortals and no Buddhas, the small ways of poetry and books will definitely not be on the table.

Even if you are a poet and a poet, you are nothing in the court, and there is no such thing as a scholar in the imperial examination.

Reciting poems is right, but a small way.

Only classic policy theory can govern the country.

But this is only limited to the ordinary world without demons, and it does not apply in this great week of supernatural manifestations.

Poems and books are the avenues, shocking the world, weeping ghosts and gods, they can be called the sword of literature and Tao, the edge of literature and Tao.

Therefore, poems and books have a very high status in Wen Dao, and they are listed as the three methods of Wen Dao along with classics and policy theory.

According to Su Wen's understanding, for Wen Dao monks, poetry and writing are equivalent to magic skills, classics are cultivation methods, and policy theory is equivalent to the cultivation level of cultivation methods. The three constitute a system, and one is indispensable.

Therefore, no matter whether it is a literary meeting or an imperial examination, these three things must be tested, poetry and books, classics, and policy theory.

This was also one of the reasons why Su Wen didn't participate in the Wenhua Club.

He is not a Wendao monk, Wenhua will not attract him, even if he is attractive, he may not be better than those Wendao monks, especially the classics and policy theory.

Therefore, he does not waste this time.

But he still agreed to Jiang Huang, to attend the cultural banquet three days later as a companion.

After all, he is now a laborer, just having a meal with the boss, and he is not trying to make unspoken rules, so there is no need to be so shameless.

In this way, three days passed.

In Ningzhou Mansion, the occasion was unprecedented.

The literati all over the street, deduce all kinds of life, some people are shortlisted in the competition, and they are full of smiles, some people are eliminated, and they miss the literary feast, they seem to be lost, and they even cry loudly, drinking away their sorrows...

All in all, it was wonderful.

In the Huangtian Building, there is no lack of such scenes, but most of them are celebrating banquets for the finalists, and it is almost impossible to see the eliminated ones drinking away their sorrows.

This is a matter of course, what place in Huangtian Tower can ordinary people afford?

Those who can afford it will be eliminated by Xiaobi?

Learning, knowledge, is also a kind of resource, a kind of channel.

Naturally, the aristocratic family must be firmly in the hands, and the poems and books are passed down to the family, which is the case.

Otherwise, where did the sentence come from: There is no poor family in the upper class, and no noble family in the lower class?
But this has little to do with Su Wen.

At least not yet.

Going on stage as usual, giving lectures as usual, and the story of the White Snake is always finished in three days.

After the Fa Hai chapter, the plot has not changed much. It basically tells the emotional story of the white snake and Xu Xian. In the end, the two entered the Leifeng Pagoda together to redeem the sins that flooded the golden mountain. At the same time, they practiced together. After decades, they were released. Flying together with the two snakes, blue and white...

All in all, it's a happy ending.

What, it is unreasonable for husband and wife to enter Leifeng Pagoda together?

Su Wen's book, Su Wen has the final say, he said it is reasonable, it is reasonable, he said it should be.

In this way, within three days, Su Wen finished talking about the white snake.

Today is the last game, the last paragraph.

After Su Wen finished speaking, he was about to step down.

"Is that the end?"

"It always feels like something is missing!"

"Mr. Su, do you want to stop talking?"

"What is the situation in the heaven after Xu Xian and the green snake and white snake fly?"

"Buddhism has planned so much, but in the end it came to nothing. Fahai is gone, and the white snake is gone. Can they let it go?"

"Let's talk about it again, this story is too short, too short."

Everyone was reluctant, Zi Yan was even more so, she kept begging Su Wen acting like a baby.

"There is no banquet in the world that never ends. When a book is finished, there will be a book to open. Everyone, see you again!"

Su Wen smiled, didn't say much, turned around and left the stage.

He still has to go to the Wenhua Banquet to accompany Jiang Huang, so it's not good to be late.

"cut!"

"mean!"

"Forget it, just listen to it tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow is the classic Xiaobi, where do you have time to listen?"

"If you lose the election, you will be free. Three days ago, you passed the poetry and book test. Didn't you pass it?"

"What do you know? Poetry and books are not my strong point, but classics... I have read sage books!"

"Hehe, everyone, tell me, who can win the Mandarin banquet tonight?"

"It's hard to say. This year's Wenhua Conference can be described as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there are many great talents..."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and the focus soon shifted from Su Wen to the upcoming cultural banquet.

"Let's go!"

Meng Fanyin also stood up and walked out of Huangtian Tower.

"This……"

Zi Yan hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help it, and asked aloud: "Aren't you going to meet him?"

Meng Fanyin looked indifferent: "Didn't you already see it?"

"Is this called seeing?"

Zi Yan was speechless, and said: "From Yunzhou to Ningzhou, such a long distance, just to listen to his storytelling?"

Meng Fanyin glanced at her: "Otherwise?"

"..."

Zi Yan looked at her speechlessly: "You really asked me this question, Fairy Meng, my Great Fairy Meng, have you still cultivated the art of heart sword or not?"

"What's with you?"

Meng Fanyin's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a flick of his sleeves, "I'm going to go by myself."

"I……"

"how?"

Meng Fanyin turned her head and looked at Zi Yan who was speechless: "Are you scared?"

"So what if you're afraid, can't you?"

Zi Yan argued strongly: "I'm not afraid of him, I'm afraid of that big princess Zhou, that woman is very dangerous to me, if she is jealous of my beauty and wants to kill me, I will be powerless How can such a weak woman stop her hawks..."

"First of all, I don't think she would be jealous of your beauty!"

"Secondly, you are not a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken!"

"In the end, even if it's me, I may not be able to stop the people from the Princess' Palace!"

"Besides, it's not her you're afraid of at all!"

Zi Yan found a reason, but Meng Fanyin mercilessly exposed her.

"..."

Zi Yan looked at Meng Fanyin, annoyed and annoyed: "Why are you turning your elbows out, okay, okay, I won't go, it's okay, I'll follow you, where are you going, where am I going, where are we going next?" ,elder sister?"

"Mandarin Banquet!"

Meng Fanyin turned around, looked at the setting sun outside the peach blossom forest, and murmured, "I don't know what troubles will arise tonight."

(End of this chapter)