The rise of the prince

Chapter 82

He Qian was sitting alone on a stool in the corner, and that bastard was surrounded by everyone and stepped up to the high stage where everyone was looking forward to. The brilliance was dazzling, and the brilliance was dazzling. I never thought that he would write such a poem.

The lights were dim and flickering, the figures scattered and swaying, she was alone again, out of tune with the many literati coming and going around, sometimes she wanted to go up to someone to say something, but suddenly found that she didn't understand anything at all, and didn't know what to do. What, who else could she talk to but that bastard?
I thought that bastard was the same as her, but it turned out that they were not the same at all.
It was very cold at night, she couldn't help curling up, hugging her knees, the tip of her nose was a little sore, she would never come to the poetry meeting next time.

The night is getting darker, it's time to go home, there are so many grown-ups around and her father will definitely not be able to accompany her, so let's go back alone, she has been used to it since she was a child, thinking of this, she forced a smile to encourage herself, then got up and stretched She lazily said in a low voice, "Hmph, Miss Ben is going home."

Under the sad moonlight, the little girl was alone, silently passing through the noisy crowd, as if she was transparent.

Suddenly his shoulders felt heavy, and he heard a familiar voice behind him: "Why are you running so fast, I almost lost you."

He Qian was taken aback for a moment, she couldn't believe it, maybe she heard it wrong?But I still turned around, and when I turned around, it was that annoying face, "Why don't you go to Sister Gillian and come to me, besides, there are so many scholars waiting for you, and Miss Ben is nothing, What nonsense is lost”

The bastard was stunned: "You man, I managed to find you in the dark, but you are lucky, you just talk a lot of good things without saying a word, a dog bites Lu Dongbin, and you don't know a good heart."

"I, I didn't ask you to look for it! I'm not something you lost." The little girl turned her head and continued walking, saying as she walked, "Why don't you go and see Sister Gillian looking for me."

"Let's go back together, it's getting late."

"Huh?" The little girl gave him a surprised look: "If you don't go to see those scholars, they probably have a lot of flattering things to tell you."

The bastard said with a smile: "Can't you choose a better word? It's called flattery."

"It's the same anyway." She said disdainfully.

"We have an appointment, how can we leave you alone." The bastard said, the little girl's heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat, her breathing stagnated, her footsteps paused, and then her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she hurriedly whispered: " Flatterer, the devil has an appointment with you." He hurriedly stepped on his feet and ran away with a few steps.

"Slow down, it's so dark, be careful of bumping into ghosts!"

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It was already around eleven o'clock in the evening when Li Ye took Miss He Qian out of the house, Yan Shen was already trembling in the carriage, and when he saw Li Ye coming out, he immediately went up to meet him.

Ever since leaving the plum garden, He Qian didn't know what happened, so she didn't say a word to him, and then the two cars slowly left the plum garden in the middle of the mountain with their lanterns on. The garden behind was still noisy and brightly lit.

Nothing to say all night, the weather in Kyoto continued to improve after the poetry meeting, the sky was clear for several days in a row, only the morning and evening were bleak and cold to remind people that it was still winter, and the noisy downtown streets became more noisy with the arrival of the new year, and the chill could not cool down People are less than enthusiastic.

Life is still life, as if after experiencing a climax, it is still calm, like the river flowing slowly in front of the palace gate, and the willows swaying gently.

Tingyulou, which is vaguely visible on the other side, is still the same, but it has become more lively these days. Yan Kun is bold and tactful. If he sells pork less than half a catty for [-] yuan, he will definitely be too scared to do it.

But he dared, Li Ye said that 390 nine coins is 390 nine coins, not much, not a lot. As a result, customers chase after rare goods, and the taste is there. On the contrary, it really has a reputation, and there are more and more competitors. Another income.

Most people are still busy with their lives, and they go to teahouses and restaurants to sit in teahouses when they are busy, get together in threes and fives to talk about interesting things in Beijing, talk about strange things and anecdotes, listen to the last paragraph of Mr. Shu, and sing two songs by singing girls. part of life.

In such an era when information is passed on by word of mouth, the efficiency of transmission is always gentle and slow, just like the rhythm of people's life, the story of the Plum Garden Poetry Society also slowly ferments in time, and then becomes fragrant over time , until more and more people heard about it, and it became wider and wider.

"Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" and Prince Xiao's son were repeatedly mentioned and repeated, and gradually became the hottest topic in Kyoto at the moment. Whether you believe it or not, understand or don't understand, you always have to say a few words, people It is possible to not know the person, but it cannot affect people talking about it. People may not understand poetry, but it will not affect people's criticism of poetry. This is also part of a fulfilling life.

After all, the story of Meiyuan that night was as rare and exciting as a drama. The origin, inheritance, transfer, and combination were unexpected and reasonable. Compared with previous years, there was another brilliant song written by a so-and-so talent, with a brilliant literary talent. The traditional story of overflowing, shocking everyone with skills, and winning the heart of a beautiful woman for thousands of years is much more attractive.

So word of mouth, high-frequency repetition, and the influence of social recognition made "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden", the son of Prince Xiao, become the favorite topic of conversation among the people of Kyoto in just a few days.

For the common people, the folks have their own opinions, and the arguments are complicated. Some people think that the poem cannot be written by Li Xingzhou; Bizarre and bizarre stories attract audiences.

Scholars care more about poetry. From time to time, "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" will be brought out to watch and discuss, appreciate the beauty of it, and let the girls in the brothel recite it again, and talk about beautiful words, not only can make yourself appear learned, but also be able to read. It looks elegant and generous.

As for the author, few people will mention it, because of the pride in the hearts of scholars, many people subconsciously don’t believe it. If they don’t believe it, they don’t mention it.

For Li Ye, life has not changed. He wakes up early to exercise, and then works with Zhao Si.What has changed is only the two little girls, and there are always a certain talented person in front of the palace, and a certain celebrity visits, but they are all dismissed by Yan Yan.

Yue'er took him to listen to the stories from the Meiyuan poetry meeting many times in a row, and every time she listened to it, she could laugh silly for half an hour, until Li Ye said that she would test her math.

Qiu'er asked him for a pair of "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" written by himself, and hung it in the room like a treasure.

Li Ye didn't know what to say about them, but life was not pleasant, he had already made a decision, so he had to make preparations early.The status of the crown prince gives him certain protection. He wants to build a business empire. Businessmen are not safe, but if it is placed on him, it will not work, because he is the crown prince, the heir of the royal family.

Only with the capital in his hand can he have room to protect himself, so in the past two days he desperately urged Zhao Si to speed up the progress, and even did not hesitate to do it together, scaring Zhao Si almost to death on the spot.Fortunately, the weather was beautiful, and the clear sky for several consecutive days accelerated the progress.

(End of this chapter)