The rise of the prince

Chapter 53
Lying in the middle of the night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and ice river fall into a dream.
A-Jiao stared blankly at the vigorous and powerful words, the strength seemed to pass through the paper, the twists and turns, the flow of clouds and water, completed in one go, never stopping for a word, just like everyone's demeanor, it takes years of practice to be able to do this.

At the beginning, she was only impressed by the poems, but after a few days of reading, even the words are amazing. Presumably General Lu Youlu is not only brave and heroic, but also a scholar of self-cultivation and morality. Such heroes are probably rare.

Every few days, she would come here with her grandfather, and Yan Zhangui would hand over the new poems and poems written by talented scholars to her grandfather for review, and then write a comment or two.

If those poems in the past were the most attractive to her, she had a talent in her chest, and she was proud of it, and became famous in the capital. People say that her talent is even higher than that of the Wangjiang Tower. Although she tried her best to behave calmly, Because grandpa said that those who are proud of their talents hurt themselves, but they are naturally happy in their hearts.

It's just that it's different now, and I don't know when it started, probably recently, she didn't have the heart to read those poems.

Every time I come to Wangjiang Tower, I will watch "The Wind and Rain on November [-]th". Sometimes I look at the snow-white world outside the window from the corridor, look at the streets in front of the building, and always look forward to something.
What to expect?She didn't even think about it.

"Today, that kid will probably not come again. If I ask the old man, I can probably guess that he will say that it is too cold to go out." De Gong laughed, stroked his beard with one hand, and commented on poetry with the other.

Gillian dare not speak, always feel that the more she speaks, the more guilty she becomes.

"The Plum Garden Poetry Contest will start in five days. I thought it was just for you young talents to discuss with each other, but I didn't expect that Yu Chengan and Yue Weng had heard about it and promised to come over as well. At that time, I’m afraid I’ll have to come out and sit in town.” Yihua Garden is famous for its plum blossoms, so it’s also called Meiyuan.

"Grandpa Lao, that's fine. Talented scholars show their breasts in the hope that they will be appreciated. It's also good if some adults come." A-Jiao said that she has no objections. She wanted to hold a poetry meeting at first because she really liked it. Poetry, prose and Fu, but now, especially after hearing Shizi's words, she suddenly felt that perhaps those things were not so important.

I hope that the prince will also go at that time, but his uninhibited personality must not go, if he doesn't like poetry, he really won't bother. Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh.

The third floor was quiet again, Gillian quietly looked at the vigorous and powerful words, and Degong continued to read those words that were mixed in good and bad.

It was not until a long time later that the silence was interrupted by the sound of thumping footsteps and shopkeeper Yan's anxious shout, He Qian rushed upstairs in an armed suit, but Yan Zhangui couldn't stop him.

She looked at the two of them for a moment, and then said pleasantly, "Grandpa Wang, Sister Gillian, why are you here too!"

Gillian looked at the mighty little girl, and said with a smile: "Why can't we be here, my grandfather and I often come here."

He Qian unceremoniously sat down at their table: "Where's Li Xingzhou?"

"Did you come to look for Shizi?" Gillian asked curiously.

He Qian was taken aback for a moment, and shrank her hand to grab the cup, she quickly shook her head: "Of course not! What am I going to ask him for, I hate him to death."

A-Jiao sat down with a smile and poured warm wine for her: "Then why do you want to come here?"

"It's just that the third floor is so mysterious that ordinary people are not allowed to go up, so I just want to go up and have a look." He Qian took the wine glass and explained.

"Your girl's temper, I'm afraid He Zhao has turned his head gray." De Gong couldn't help shaking his head amusedly.

"Grandpa Wang, don't talk nonsense, I told my father where I go before going out." He Qian countered triumphantly. Since yesterday, she has made an agreement with her father, and she will tell him first wherever she goes in the future.

Gillian patted off the snow from the corner of her skirt, "The third floor is not mysterious, it's just small and limited, it can't accommodate many people, and there is Mr. Lu's brilliant work, so it's right not to let idle people wait up. Don't embarrass your son."

"I didn't embarrass him. What I embarrassed was the display cabinet." He Qian was confident and made Gillian laugh: "You know that this restaurant belongs to the prince, so embarrassing the shopkeeper is embarrassing the prince."

The little girl also knew that she was being unreasonable, and her face was slightly red: "Sister Gillian, which side are you on? You are leaning towards that bastard!"

"I'm just discussing the facts, how could I be partial to anyone." Gillian said hastily.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what masterpiece it is." He Qian said as she stood up to look at the hanging "November [-]th: A Great Storm".

A-Jiao ignored her, she was always in such a hurry, she turned around and started warming the wine, otherwise the little girl would drink again after a while, the weather was cold, and the cold wine would hurt her body.But after a while there was still no movement, she turned her head and found that the little girl was staring at the poem motionless, looking carefully as if possessed by a demon.

Is it possible that I was also shocked by this verse? This is indeed the case for ordinary people when they see it for the first time.

"Well, Miss He is also convinced, right?" Gillian laughed.

He Qian was still reading the poem, and muttered to herself, "It's so strange." "It really looks like it."

A-Jiao gradually realized that something was wrong with her. Thinking about it carefully, it has been spread all over the capital. This is probably not the first time this girl has heard of this poem.

"What's wrong with Xiaoqian, is there something wrong?" Gillian stood up and supported her shoulders, and Degong was also attracted.

He Qian shook her head and frowned: "No, Sister Gillian, I've heard this poem before, but this word."

"What's wrong with the words?" A-Jiao asked puzzled.

"This word is so strange. It seems to look exactly the same. It's impossible. I don't know how to say it, but" the little girl was a little confused.

"Like? Exactly the same? Don't worry, just speak slowly." Gillian comforted her.

There is another yard behind Li Ye's yard. There are only two large wing rooms, which are usually used to store some useless things such as wood and sundries.In the past, if they couldn't put down the presents during festivals, they would temporarily store them here, and they would slowly count them later, but after the fall of the palace, this place was also deserted, and even knee-high weeds grew in the yard.

"That's right, it's wide enough, and it's leeward, so it's easy to keep warm." Li Ye looked at the yard with satisfaction, and told Yan Yan: "Uncle Yan, find someone to clean up the yard, and don't throw away the wood."

"Good little prince!" Yan Yan nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He was more and more like a master, and he was happy in his heart.

Li Ye didn't know what Yan Yan was thinking. He looked at the overgrown yard and couldn't help laughing out loud. In his opinion, the yard was already filled with golden gold, which was brighter than listening to the rain!
(End of this chapter)