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Chapter 218 Qiuju Poetry Club (Part [-])
"Plucking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely! Tao Gong's beautiful words are wonderful!" Han Jue drank this mountain chrysanthemum tea, and enjoyed the haze and autumn mountains at the foot of the mountain. He was really at ease!
Swimming in the sea, drinking tea and looking at the scenery of the autumn mountains, he smiled softly and said: "The king and grandson are more than basil, and the nine-day branches are close to the temples. The dew and autumn fragrance are all over the bank of the pool, so I don't envy the height of the pine tree."

"Good poems, wonderful sentences!" Han Jue looked at the noble and elegant Shui Canghai, and really felt like reunited.

"I still have something to do, so let's say goodbye here. Mr. Han, ladies and gentlemen, we will meet later." Shui Canghai still remembered what Mr. Hua Yuan said, after drinking tea and reciting a poem, he got up and left immediately, so as to give people a sense of mystery The sense of superiority.

"Hey, brother Zheliu, leave an address, it will be convenient for me to visit at another time." Han Jue was really reluctant to part with this brother Zheliu, why did he just say leave when he was talking about excitement? Just leave?
Leng Jian had started to pack things neatly and packed them into boxes. They brought a rattan box up the mountain, and there were many small grids inside, which could be used to classify things neatly and put them away.

Shui Canghai originally thought that he would have to meet Zhao Wenjing again on the street before he could tell where he lived!Unexpectedly!For Han Jue to ask such a question, it was God's help.

"Mr. Han, we are not locals, and this time we are just passing through Xilan City. You have a friend in Xilan City, so you invited you to live in the house for more than a month. After that, we will go north to Ice and Snow City, and wait until this winter. It’s the first snow. Because our young master likes to enjoy plum blossoms and snow, and he goes north from the south of the Yangtze River every year.” Leng Jian, as a considerate guard, naturally wants to recite the snow when his young master is in trouble. Going up the box, he said to Han Jue with a smile: "Now we live in Furong Garden in the eastern suburbs, that is... Prince Jing's Furong Garden. My son is a good friend of Prince Jing."

"Furong Garden? Well, I'll visit Brother Zheliu in the next day." Han Jue didn't waste his time anymore, and he handed his hands and smiled to see him off. Thinking that this Mr. Qu was actually a friend of the old King Jing, his identity can be seen And knowledge, today he only got a glimpse of it.

"Young Master Han, we will meet later." Shui Canghai saluted with a light smile, then gave a gentle nod to Mrs. Chen and the others, then turned around and left gracefully and calmly.

Looking at the backs of their master and servant leaving, Han Jue still shook his head and sighed, "You are truly a fairy among men!"

Like Han Jue, those who climbed the mountain to appreciate the chrysanthemums today thought that Mr. Qu was very good, and he was a fairy among men.

Zhao Wenjing is a group of little girls, but today, all of them are full of joy.

They have also met many sons of famous families, but this Mr. Qu is even more attractive than Gu Yusheng, who has the reputation of "immortal in the painting", making people fall in love at first sight.

Shui Canghai's performance in today's scene will exhaust him to death, he is not the kind of person who can put on a show and talk around his neck like this.

Leng Jian accompanied Shui Canghai down the mountain, and the two turned to Furong Garden in the eastern suburbs.

Because there are people following them behind, they always have to play a full set, so they can't show their feet halfway, right?

And this person was sent by the Chen family, so I want to see if this Mr. Qu is really a friend of Prince Jing.

What's more, I have to inquire about the family background of Mr. Qu, right?
Such an outstanding man, if his family background is good, she naturally cannot let her daughter let him go.

Nowadays, in Xilan City, there are not many people who can match her daughter.

Because of this, in order to find a good husband-in-law for her daughter, she could only look far away.

Today, these wives also have the same idea as Mrs. Chen, this Mr. Qu has such a good manner in speech and manner, and his appearance is also good. If his family background is good, they also want to form a good marriage for their daughter.

Moon old bless!Today, but I asked for a good sign.

……

Since that day in front of the Old Moon Temple in Autumn Fragrant Mountain, after a glimpse of Shui Canghai, he has suddenly become a celebrity in Xilan City.

Han Jue was originally a person with a wide range of friends, once he publicized it in his circle, and these young masters told his family again, wouldn't it be all of a sudden that everyone knew about it?
Some people even made up a ballad about what to sing-folding willow celestial beings in the hibiscus garden, laughing at flowers, playing jade flute, waving sleeves like a wind, dancing with swords and running thunder, and drinking tea in a light breeze.

What else is there to say that this Mr. Folding Willow is a man of great talent, superb martial arts, godly appearance, strong character, whether male or female, after seeing him, there is no one who will not lose his soul and haunt his dreams.

After hearing these exaggerated rumors outside, Gu Xiangsi was overjoyed.Looking at Shui Canghai with a depressed face, she threw him an orange and asked with a smile, "How are you doing lately? How about more posts?"

Shui Canghai caught the orange, frowned and said: "There are already six or seven families who have sent prayers to Furong Garden, but they were all stopped by Prince Jing. It is said... On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, a Qiu Ju Poetry Club, when the time comes, invite everyone to visit his Hundred Chrysanthemum Garden."

"Hundred Chrysanthemum Garden?" Gu Xiangsi raised her eyebrows, thinking that Xiling Yan, the Ninth Brother, is quite interesting, now that they come here, there will be no separation of men and women.

Because, the family’s garden is a real garden, the kind of rural scenery, surrounded by fences, a bamboo house is built on the ground, a bamboo forest is planted behind the bamboo house, there are sika deer and hares in captivity, and orchid grass is planted next to the bamboo, it is very extraordinary. free from vulgarity.

In front of the house is a sea of ​​flowers, which is said to be 81 mu, which is not an ordinary spectacular.

The sea of ​​flowers is neatly arranged, and each kind of chrysanthemum is in a group, with a trench in the middle, which can be used for people to walk in the field and enjoy the flowers at close range.

She has already agreed with Prince Jing that when the time comes, she will go to his Chrysanthemum Garden to pick some chrysanthemums. It will not spoil the beauty of the Chrysanthemum Garden, but just pick two or three chrysanthemums from each plant.

King Jing felt that this would not affect the beauty of his Chrysanthemum Garden, so he nodded and agreed. Who made Gu Xiangsi his sixteenth sibling?Let me tell you, as an older brother, he can't be so stingy, he doesn't even give up a few flowers, can he?

It was also because King Jing agreed to Gu Xiangsi's matter that she dared to ask King Jing for this little favor later on.

Because, she felt that King Jing had a good temper, and later found out that Shui Canghai was not a learned person, so he probably wouldn't get angry.

Xiling Yan didn't say anything about it, anyway, if Brother Nine got angry, he'd better fight it.

Shui Canghai frowned, looked at the concubine with a sad face, and said troubledly: "Princess, I haven't read many books, you also know that I was blind before, even if I like calligraphy and painting very much, I just let others read it to me. Listen, I'm groping to draw something from my memory, these... are not elegant at all."

"I know!" Gu Xiangsi ate a piece of orange, spit out the seeds, looked at him and said, "So, I have prepared several poems about chrysanthemums for you, you should take them back and memorize them by heart."

In the past, she heard her classmates often say that she had read [-] Tang poems by heart, and she couldn't recite them, but she could also lie.

What's more, she was obsessed with poetry, poetry, and Han culture, but she did not miss reading various poetry anthologies.

Nowadays, it is really trivial to write a few poems silently.

Shui Canghai took the two books of poetry that Chuqing sent up, flipped through a few pages, then looked at Gu Xiangsi with admiration and exclaimed: "Princess, it's a pity that you were born a woman."

As far as the concubine's literary talents are concerned, if she is a man, she must be the number one scholar!

Mr. Huayuan also took a book of poems and looked at it, and looked at the princess of the town in astonishment, seriously doubting, is she really just a country girl who grew up in the countryside?

Even if she grew up in a wealthy family and was brought up well when she was young, she would definitely not be able to teach such a talented woman.

Gu Xiangsi blushed when they saw her, she stuffed a piece of orange into her mouth, opened her eyes and said nonsense, "These poems were written by the strange literati that Ah Yue met while traveling all over the world, but they have nothing to do with me at all." .”

Mo Yun frowned and said, "Princess, didn't you write a lot of books before? At that time, Mr. Ye didn't come to Xilan City!"

Gu Xiangsi glared at Mo Yun unhappily and gave Mo Yun a gossip. The corner of her mouth curled up and said, "Look at me, you should also know that a weird person like me just attracts some weird people, so those books are all signed, you Didn’t you see it? Oh! That’s right, it’s impossible for you to see it, then go back and ask Ye Linfeng, he spent a period of time in Baiweiju storytelling, read those books, and knows who wrote them.”

Mo Yun shut up and didn't speak, because the prince was looking at him, he seemed to have said something that shouldn't be said...

Mr. Huayuan doesn't believe Gu Xiangsi's words, how can there be so many coincidences in the world?Both the master and the apprentice met so many people with good literary talents, this kind of coincidence can only be a fool.

Gu Xiangsi is very guilty, these people are not easy to fool!

Xiling Yan exchanged glances with her, helped her get up and walked out, leaving only a foolish sentence: "The king took the princess to the Gu's Medical Center to ask for pulse, and you can do whatever you need to do."

"Yes." Mo Yun and Lie Feng, Hua Yuanjun and Shui Canghai stood up and bowed their heads to accept the order.

Of course, the four of them still don't believe what their husband and wife are fooling. Even the most stupid Lie Feng can see that the prince is helping the princess to lie and deceive everyone!

It's just that I don't quite understand, if the concubine's literary talent is so good, why does the prince hide the light of the concubine's jewels?

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. The prince treats the concubine with good intentions!" This guy Hua Yuanjun pretended to be unfathomable sour again, and raised his hand to signal Leng Jian to push him away.

Leng Jian pushed his young master away, and asked curiously on the way: "Sir, is the princess really so talented? I really can't see it...the princess has so much ink in her stomach."

"A person is not judged by his appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. This point, you must always keep it in your heart." Mr. Hua Yuan is really smart this time, and thinks too highly of Gu Xiangsi.

This is the disadvantage of being resourceful, thinking too much.

……

On the Double Ninth Festival of Ninety-Nine, the Chrysanthemum Garden of King Jing held the Autumn Chrysanthemum Poetry Meeting, and invited many boudoir ladies and princes to participate.

Of course, Miss Gongzi who is too bad will not be invited.

Just for the invitation cards, 81 invitation cards were sent out, two people can come to each family, men and women are free to choose, but there is one thing, first write a poem when entering the door, not a poem made by yourself, but a poem written by someone from King Jing's side, Compose a poem on the spot with your own ability, only talented scholars can enter the country to participate in the poetry meeting.

How did Zhao Wenjing know these rules at the beginning?Many people didn't know about it, so they took chances and arranged for some young masters who were poor, poor, and unlearned to come.

In the end, it was really embarrassing to go to grandma's house.

Zhao Shaojie couldn't match the question posed by the gentleman arranged by King Jing, and was refused to be outside the garden. He suddenly became angry on the spot and said: "Do you know who I am? I am the younger brother of the current empress, the son of His Royal Highness the Prince." Uncle, you dare to treat me like this, you don't want to live?"

"I'm still the sixteenth aunt of the current emperor, and the uncle of the prince! I'm not as arrogant and domineering as Mr. Zhao, am I, A Yan?" Gu Xiangsi also came today, mainly because he hadn't made an appointment with He Xuan, He Xuan is indeed very busy during this period. After all, he joined the Guozi Temple to teach, and he was busy integrating into the school some time ago. How can he find time to attend the appointment?

After finally finishing this time, she was invited by Jing Wang to the poetry meeting, but she still had no time to see her, so she could only come to see him.

"Greetings to King Zhen, Princess Zhen!" When everyone saw the arrival of their husband and wife, they all clasped their hands and saluted.

"Exemption." Xiling Yan glanced at everyone coldly, put one arm around Gu Xiangsi's waist, walked to the bamboo gatehouse at the entrance of Baiju Garden, looked at the Mr. Qingshan, and said coldly: " Question."

"Yes." Mr. Qingshan bowed his hands in a respectful salute, straightened his waist and waved his fan, and said: "Songju."

Xiling looked towards the Chrysanthemum Garden. In the garden, where the chrysanthemums bloomed, there was a very tall Podocarpus pine, a little green among the thousands of flowers, very charming, elegant and tall.He pondered for a moment, then whispered in Qing Yue's voice: "Thousands of forests shake down to see lonely fragrance, and the color reflects green pines broken and tender yellow. The jade dew is desolate and three evenings, and the fragrance of golden flowers is fragrant."

"Good poem!" Mr. Qingshan applauded with a smile, turned his head to look at the town princess, with a slightly worried look, thought for a moment, and came up with the simplest question: "Qiu Ju."

Gu Xiangsi knew that this person was afraid that she would not be able to write a poem, so she deliberately chose the simplest and most common topic, eh!She took it.Nodding his head, looking up at the sky, Fang looked at the chrysanthemum garden again and said: "The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually slanting. It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among the flowers, and there are no flowers when all the flowers bloom."

Mr. Qingshan should be satisfied with Yuan Zhen's poems, right?

"Good poems, good poems! The concubine is talented, please!" Mr. Qingshan has been writing questions here for a long time. To be honest, many of them have quite good poems, but some of the poems of young masters and young ladies are flashy and plain. No wonder, he wanted to scoff on the spot when he heard it.

Now that Wang Hao's poem hits him, he instantly feels like a spring breeze!
Gu Xiangsi didn't go in first, but looked back at Zhao Wenjing and Zhao Shaojie, brother and sister, and smiled: "Mr. Zhao, although we are people of high status, we can't break the rules of Prince Jing, right? You know, Prince Jing is The emperor's own uncle, how can he be closer than our brothers-in-law and aunt? Tell me, isn't that right, Miss Zhao?"

Zhao Wenjing's expression was very ugly. If she had known this, she shouldn't have listened to her mother and brought her brother here to embarrass her.

Gu Xiangsi turned her head and looked at Gu Chenxi and Gu Xiyun who were behind her, and said with a smirk, "You two girls, come in quickly, I'm still waiting to talk to you to relieve boredom! Do you understand?"

"Yes, big sister." Gu Chenxi and Gu Xiyun responded with a smile, showing the kindness and casualness between sisters.

After Gu Xiangsi finished speaking, she entered the Chrysanthemum Garden under Xiling Yan's care and support.

When Xiling Yan helped Gu Xiangsi into the Chrysanthemum Garden, she slapped Zhao Shaojie across the air with her backhand, and said in an extremely cold voice: "If you can't control your eyes, this king will twist your head."

After Zhao Shaojie received this slap, he covered his face and didn't dare to say anything. After all, he...he really looked at this stunning and beautiful Princess Zhen several times just now. The King of Zhen didn't kill him on the spot. His queen sister lost face.

Mr. Qingshan even despised Mr. Zhao from the General's Mansion. He directly said coldly to Zhao Wenjing: "Miss Zhao, please come in!"

Zhao Wenjing didn't want to stay and embarrass herself with her brother, so she walked into the Chrysanthemum Garden with a fan embroidered with transparent jade bones.

"Sister!" Zhao Shaojie frowned and called Zhao Wenjing anxiously from behind, but Zhao Wenjing didn't turn his head back. Annoyed, he wanted to meet Mr. Qingshan, who was blocking him, but the guards arranged by King Jing stepped forward to give him back. rack away.

Mr. Qingshan didn't bother to argue with this kind of ignorant dandy, he directly called the next one, and hurriedly entered the garden after checking it out, isn't it early by the sky?
Everyone left home and left the city at Chenshi, and this toss is almost from Chenshi to Sishi.

When everyone has gone in, it will be time to have lunch after gathering for a while.

So, if anyone dares to make trouble again, he will be invited out directly by violence?
Gu Chenxi really has ink in her belly. At least she has a respectful grandmother who forced her to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so writing poetry is really a piece of cake for her.

As for whether it was done well or not?It doesn't matter anyway, as long as you can do it.

Gu Xiyun was struggling a bit, after all, she was enlightened too late, no matter how hard she worked, she couldn't compare to the young lady who was studying at a young age.

Mr. Qingshan also knew the background of this fourth lady, so he didn't feel embarrassed, and directly asked a one-character question, which was a simple "chrysanthemum".

When Gu Xiyun heard that it was such a simple question, she glanced at Mr. Qingshan gratefully, took a deep breath, and clasped the Luopa and the holding fan tightly in her hands, lowering her eyes and whispering softly: "Scattered gold stamens, even though they wither, they don't change. Fragrance. There is a solitary fragrance hidden in the deep bushes, and it is still like a car with a clear wine."

Mr. Qingshan smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand and asked gently: "Miss Gu Si, please!"

"Thank you." Gu Xiyun's rules were well trained by the nun Ning Yezi hired before.Rouwan and elegant nodded to Mr. Qingshan, straightened his back, and walked slowly into the Baichrysanthemum Garden.

He Xuan and his friends were behind, looking at the back of Gu Xiyun who calmly left. To be honest, this was the first time he saw Miss Gu Si, and he did not expect that she was such a woman.

Before, he had also heard from his mother that Miss Gu was so uneducated, she was arguing with Zhao Wenjing on the street, and she was not worthy of being the daughter-in-law of their He family.

But when I saw her today, Miss Gu Si was not at all what my mother said.

From this point of view, it was mother who deliberately slandered Fourth Miss Gu, hoping that he would change his mind and hire Miss Fifth Zhao.

(End of this chapter)