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Chapter 408 Poetry

"Then go down, your highness, Yan'er also knows that your highness is doing business."

"I think you don't think so. Well, you are my concubine. We have an appointment here. What do you want to know? This king will tell you the truth."

"Sometimes Yan'er wants His Highness to lie to me."

"Why lie to you, you are my Princess Jin."

Li Zhi called the maid, and naturally changed into a romantic man's attire, with a folding fan in his hand, but he didn't look like an ordinary literati, as long as he looked at his body, he didn't look like he was powerless.

Ordinary literati, who study poetry and books for a long time and sit in the room for a long time, correspond to the saying that the four bodies are not diligent and the five grains are not distinguished. Although there are exceptions, there are also a few who are capable of writing and martial arts.

It doesn't matter if you have the appearance of a literati, who said that ladies like literati who are weak and sick for a long time at first glance.

Isn't it good to be like this?With such a good-looking body at this time, it seems that I can write articles when I sit down, and catch tigers and dragons when I stand up.

Li Zhi opened the folding fan and looked at it in front of the bronze mirror. Wang Yan and Chun Tao couldn't help but smile with their lips covered.

"Beautiful!"

Wang Yan laughed a few times, but couldn't help uttering two words.

Li Zhi closed the folding fan, and the tip of the fan picked Wang Yan's chin.

"My concubine, is this prince smug or really beautiful?"

"So beautiful, so beautiful, handsome boy."

Wang Yan pushed the folding fan, and Li Zhi opened it again with a smile.

"Okay, the king is really going, dear concubine, you really don't want to go and see, but also see what the poetry of Xingyang will look like, and how it is different from Chang'an Taiyuan."

"Go down, Your Highness, try to come back as soon as possible, Yan'er won't go."

Li Zhi nodded, took Chuntao with him, and when he arrived at the place, he only let Chuntao wait outside. He entered the Lingering Garden alone. This is the name of the manor here, but it has the same name as the manor later, but these two naturally have nothing to do with each other .After all, the construction years are different, and the styles are located in completely different places, so there is no difference between the two gardens.

Entering the Lingering Garden at this time, the inside is naturally brightly lit, and several young people beside him are rushing in, all dressed in scholarly brocade clothes.

Scholars in this era are actually different from later scholars, because the scholars at this time are generally born with extremely good backgrounds, because only people with good backgrounds can learn Chinese and calligraphy in this era, because it is not uncommon to spend money on learning at this time .

It is difficult for a noble son to come from a poor family. He was born in a poor family, and he is running around all day for his livelihood. How can he have spare time to read and practice calligraphy.

Even if you have aspirations, you must be limited by practical living conditions.

It can be said that the knowledge at this time is in the hands of the aristocratic family, and you can see a lot just by looking at the origins of the stewards in the Tang Dynasty.

Not to mention anything else, the Zheng family of Xingyang had eleven butlers in the Tang Dynasty alone, and this is still relatively small among the top wealthy families.

Therefore, most of the scholars at this time are from good backgrounds. Even if there are a few particularly ambitious young people from poor families, they are definitely rare.

Entering the Lingering Garden, these people were walking, and Li Zhi followed. They walked so fast, they must be attending a poetry meeting, and dressed so well, they must be to attract others' attention.

The Lingering Garden is very big, so Li Zhi can avoid going astray by following them.

"Brother, you are so fresh!"

Li Zhi followed several people, and one of them turned around to look at Li Zhi, and couldn't help but ask a question.

"My little brother just came to Xingyang, and I heard that it's lively here, so I wanted to join in the fun."

"Oh, although the poetry club here is open to the outside world, it doesn't have a lot of skills, and it's always shameful."

"Just join in the fun! Join in the fun."

Li Zhi opened his folding fan, and that peach blossom was extremely eye-catching.

Folding fans in the hands of literati, most of the paintings are gentlemen among flowers, a metaphor for their own character.Or it is as modest as a green bamboo, or as elegant as a orchid.

It was good for Li Zhi, he just gave a peach blossom, and it was the most blooming and most colorful peach blossom.The peach blossom metaphor is not very good!And Lingering Garden Poetry Club, everyone knows what it is for, your peach blossom is too eye-catching, even if you want to have a peach blossom marriage in Lingering Garden, you don't have to be so prominent!

The man looked at the folding fan that Li Zhi opened, but he didn't want to talk to Li Zhi anymore. Birds of a feather flock together and people form groups. It's better to stay away. This scholar only walked in.

Naturally, Li Zhi didn't bother to talk to others, he was just looking for someone to lead the way.

In the Lingering Garden, there are also specially designed pavilions, but men are not allowed to come in and out here, only young women, or maids at home accompany them, or make three or two partners.

At this time, it is naturally Yingying and Yanyan here, so it is very lively.

Across the courtyard wall, there is a kind of swing inside the wall and outside the wall.Pedestrians outside the wall, the smell of laughter from the beauty inside the wall.

Li Zhi was walking outside the wall, so he could vaguely hear the voice of the woman inside the wall. He could tell from the voice that it was a young woman, and she must be very good-looking.

The ladies of this era are generally good-looking, there is no way, after several generations of genetic optimization, it is strange that they are not good-looking.

Li Zhi has never seen an ugly princess in Datang. After all, his parents' good looks are there, no matter how the genes are combined, they can't go on a business trip.

These aristocratic families and local wealthy families actually have the same reasoning.

This Lingering Garden Poetry Club really has the taste of a blind date, Lingering Garden Lingering Garden, I don't know if men stay with women, or women stay with men.It is a bit difficult for a man to chase a woman, but it is much easier for a woman to chase a man.

Li Zhi walked for a while, and suddenly there was a lake in front of him. There were several painted boats in the lake, all of which were covered by light gauze.There was also a daughter's laughter coming out of the boat, like silver bells.

Li Zhi felt relieved when he heard it, and it was still a beautiful young woman's smile.

Li Zhi continued to walk, looking at the boat from a distance, but through the curtain, he couldn't see anything, at most he could see a few shadows, he was young and graceful.

And the pavilion connected by the long corridor here has long been filled with many literati and elegant scholars, all of whom are well-dressed. I don't know if they are all literati and elegant scholars, or there are more people with tiger and wolf hearts.

Li Zhi naturally had a tiger in his heart, and wanted to sniff the rose, and it was the most beautiful rose in Xingyang.

The youngest daughter of Zheng's parents, Mrs. Fang, this is the goal that Li Zhi had set long ago.

Li Zhi knew that she was just seventeen this year, so she was two years older than him. The word "Shuang" in her name probably meant that she was as white and elegant as frost and snow!

Li Zhi knew that she was on a certain boat on the lake at this time, but Li Zhi didn't know which boat she was on.

At this time, two maids have come here, and a pink note in the maid's hand is handed to an elderly man sitting at a mahogany table in the pavilion.

"Miss Chengbei Historian's topic is Dongxue. I don't know which son can compose a poem?"

Li Zhi stood at the side, but at this moment he could clearly see that the Lingering Garden Poetry Contest was written by his daughter's family, and these romantic scholars who came to answer the questions.

(End of this chapter)