Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 21
Four eyes facing each other.

Princess Changle was slightly stunned when she heard the sound of "it's you", her brows were slightly frowned, and she asked back.

"You are……"

Li Xian straightened his body, bowed and saluted.

"I'm next to Li Xian."

"It's just that I was too reckless, girl, have you ever been hurt?"

Li Xian?

As the saying goes, if you break through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it.

The crowd was like a sea, just now and Axiu searched for a long time but there was no one, but now they met by chance!
Princess Changle opened her almond eyes slightly, and glanced at the figure in front of her.

His face is resolute and sharp-edged, quite different from rich and noble young men who are good at putting on makeup, and more heroic like a man in a military camp.

He is tall and tall, and his clothes are neat and tidy, and his gestures are respectful and upright.

This seems to have nothing to do with the rumored idleness?

Not to mention the pleasing appearance, it is really difficult to make people feel annoyed with such a polite manner.

Withdrawing her mind, Princess Changle nodded slightly, and a voice like a warbler's cry slowly floated out from under the veil covering her face.

"Mr. Li, don't worry, my daughter is fine."

This voice seems to have magical powers, like orchids in the mountain stream, it is very refreshing to listen to.

Li Xian smiled and changed the subject.

"The girl also came to this poetry meeting?"

Axiu originally had a grudge against Li Xian, but when she heard Li Xian's accusation this time, she felt suddenly on guard.

Taking a step forward to stop Princess Changle, provoking Xiumei, raised her cold and pretty face, and asked.

"What do you mean by asking these?"

Princess Changle pulled the corner of Axiu's clothes, swayed her head slightly, and smiled behind the light veil.

"Axiu, it doesn't matter, we are both elegant scholars participating in the poetry meeting, so we can be regarded as half of our classmates."

Turning her beautiful eyes to Li Xian, she bowed slightly.

"This is the servant girl of my family, she has a violent temper, I hope Mr. Li won't mind."

Li Xian has seen quite a few combinations of a weak woman paired with a strong slave.

After all, there must be someone who can stand out when going out, and with this in mind, Li Xian waved his hand slightly and smiled at the maid named Axiu.

"The girl is delicate and lovely. With such a caring maid who takes care of her everywhere, she feels more at ease and at ease."

Perhaps it was Li Xian's double-entendre praise, which made Princess Changle feel very grateful, and her heart suddenly brightened.

Swaying the embroidered toga, bowing gracefully, beckoning to the maid, moving lotus steps, passing Li Xian's side and going backwards.

The dark fragrance floats, passing in front of you, and penetrates into your nostrils, just like the lilac flower girl in the rainy alley, the elegant smell is very pleasant.

Seeing the two figures walking away, Li Xian not only blurted out.

"I'm a classmate, dare to ask the girl's name?"

Cross arched his hands, the two figures stopped in his eyes, the maid pressed her hands on her waist, turned her head to look over, her eyebrows were erect, and shouted.

"lecher!"

"You can also ask my lady's name?"

Li Xian's face was suffocated, and he was really confused, and he muttered in a low voice.

"Even classmates, calling each other names, is that wrong?"

In the eyes, the leading woman walked away, making Li Xian even more puzzled.

"I didn't say anything, how did I become a disciple?"

"But speaking of it, why is this maid so fierce?"

Li Xian is not a person who is boring himself, since he didn't want to say anything, he kept his mouth shut, cupped his hands at the fierce maid, turned and left.

Axiu puffed her cheeks, seeing Li Xian merged into the crowd, she turned around and caught up with Princess Changle, complaining loudly.

"Look at his virtue!"

"After all, it was the fox's tail that couldn't hide, and his wanton nature showed again."

"Your Highness, in my opinion, it's better to stay away from Li Xian, otherwise..."

Princess Changle smiled, and patted the maid's arm.

"Axiu, don't be fooled by rumors. It's reasonable to ask your classmates' names."

"It's your preconceived notion that Li Xian is a libertine, flirtatious nature, that's why you're so vigilant."

Speaking of this, the words paused for a moment, Princess Changle turned her head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"I think that Li Xian is well-dressed and handsome, which is quite pleasing."

"In addition, there is nothing out of the ordinary in every gesture, presumably the rumors may not be true."

"Nowadays, I'm even more curious. This Li Xian pretends to be idle, what kind of strength is he hiding, so that his father trusts him so much?"

Axiu looked at the figure beside her, her beautiful eyes were wide open.

"You... you actually spoke for him?"

Seeing the silent figure beside him, he frowned and thought about it, then hummed softly.

"What's the matter? He is so reckless, it's wrong to bump into the princess!"

"So what if you have more etiquette? He's just a laid-back and pleasing-looking slut who puts on a strong face."

……

bang~
The long bell echoed.

After wandering for two or three hours, the poetry meeting finally unfolded on the mountainside.

The original archery target has been removed, and a few low seats are placed, displaying all kinds of palace pastries and palace wine.

At the first place, nanmu tables and chairs are lined up in front of the huge wooden board.The minister of the Ministry of Rites and the Minister of the Ministry of Rites are sitting in the chair, Li Shimin is in the middle of the seat, wearing a yellow robe, with a happy face.

This is the first time since ascension to the throne that such a huge royal poetry meeting has been held. Looking at the bustling literati and students on the open ground, I feel very relieved.

Li Shimin stood up slowly under the huge guard of honor held up by the court ladies, raised his dragon sleeves, crossed the talented scholars, and pressed down in the air.

"Everyone, you are all outstanding talents in the Tang Dynasty!"

"Today, I gathered in the palace to enjoy the green mountains and green waters with me. I am very pleased."

"I hope you will show your talents, write magnificent books, inscribe golden sentences and famous quotes, and show the demeanor of Tang scholars."

Seeing the emperor's prestige, coupled with words of encouragement, only made all the literati and inkmen in Kuodi feel overwhelmed and bowed their heads.

"Glory of the Tang Dynasty, Your Majesty, ten thousand years."

After Li Shimin sat down, the servant of the Ministry of Rites got up, squeezed the paper scroll, and announced the content and rules of today's competition.

"Today's Royal Poetry Society has a large number of literati, so it mainly focuses on poetry games."

"Everyone can mention poems, and those who are not convinced must have better poems."

"If there is an obvious difference between the poetic rhyme and artistic conception, the winner will be determined. If there is a tie, the scholars on the spot will vote by raising their hands to determine the winner."

"The one who can face the heroes in the whole competition and stand tall can win the championship."

Li Xian didn't care to hear such nagging rules, so he secretly stuffed a snack and chewed it in his mouth.

Maybe it's because Tang people like to eat caramel, the whole dim sum is dry and crispy, sweet and greasy, after eating half of it, Li Xian has no intention to taste it again.

As for the fermented rice on the table, Li Xian had no interest in tasting it after the banquet.

When it was boring, Li Xian's eyes shuttled among the bustling literati, searching for the blue-clothed woman he met just now.

Although it was crowded, but in the white clothes, the cool color should be particularly conspicuous, but after watching for a week, there is half a shadow of the blue clothes?

Withdrawing his gaze, Li Xian felt somewhat empty in his heart.

"Isn't this little girl going to participate in the poetry meeting? Why is there no one at the beginning of the poetry meeting?"

Just when Li Xian felt that the posture of bowing his hands and saluting had already made his wrists sore, the voice of the Minister of Rituals suddenly rose in front of the first big vermilion board.

"The Royal Poetry Concert officially begins."

bang~
The sound of the golden gong resounded everywhere.

All literati and inkmen, bow to your seats.

The poetry competition has officially begun.

(End of this chapter)