Chapter 690
This is no small matter
Chapter 690 This is no small matter
What's wrong with you?
King Qi, who had been keeping a close eye on his sister, was puzzled.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Princess Fuyun shook her head.
impossible.
You can't think like that; that's too improper.
One was Gu San-ge, whom she had admired since childhood.
One was the young master of Nantang, whom she admired and loved.
Suspecting his neighbor of stealing his axe.
She must be indecent to have such indecent thoughts, that's why she thinks that way.
"Oh."
King Qi looked at his sister with suspicion.
Just as I was about to say something, the bell rang again.
"It's already past midnight?" Using the sound of the bell as cover, Wang Zichuan asked suspiciously, "Why haven't Lao Ba and the others returned yet? Did they fail?"
The voices around him were barely audible: "...After all, it's the Marquis's residence..."
Wang Zichuan gasped, "Won't something happen to them, will it?"
Those around him shook their heads: "They all have self-defense skills and have never failed, so they probably won't..."
Wang Zichuan said, "I was overthinking it. They are always cautious. If anything changes, they will definitely find a way to inform us. The best news is that there is no news for now."
The man beside him nodded: "Don't worry, brother. The brothers must be new to the capital, and with so many people here today, it's understandable that their journey took a while."
Wang Zichuan's brows relaxed slightly, but he still felt uneasy.
Scholar Wu said to Lin Ziqi with surprise, "Your brother-in-law takes great care of the young master of Nantang."
Lin Ziqi sneered, "With Young Master Nantang around, even Sixth Master Gu has become a famous scholar and gained face before the Emperor. How can we not take care of him?"
A hint of mockery flashed in Wu's eyes. He chuckled softly and said nothing more.
In the distance, Qin Wan stared intently at the two people on the pavilion, watching their every move.
She could no longer deceive herself.
This "Young Master of Nantang" is clearly Qin Yuan.
Who is Lord Gu?
No one knows better than her.
The only person he would treat with such care and devotion is Qin Yuan.
Although the two of them were restrained in their actions, there was an undercurrent of tension, and their feelings for each other were hidden everywhere.
"Hehe," Qin Wan chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Qin Yuan is truly remarkable; she managed to win over such a cold and aloof person.
It turned out that she was simply less skilled than others.
From now on... From now on... Qin Yuan lowered her head and silently stroked her waist and abdomen.
After the clock struck 108 times, Qin Siyuan and Qin Yuan stood in front of the railing once again.
Qin Siyuan said, "It's past midnight now, how about we ask Young Master Nantang to explain poetry to us?"
Everyone exclaimed, "Excellent!"
The grand review was to be held at midnight, and many people had to rush to the Eagle-Calling Platform in Nanyuan to watch it, so they had to set off early.
If Young Master Nantang doesn't speak soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to listen anymore.
Wu Juren and Lin Ziqi looked at each other, their eyes filled with eagerness.
Wang Zichuan's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he smiled, "Everyone says that Young Master Nantang's poems are full of inspiration. I want to see how he talks about poetry." Even if one is not as good as others in scholarship, writing good poetry is also a way to gain fame.
Moreover, poetry requires both talent and spirituality.
You can't learn something just by studying hard.
It is a fusion of artistic conception and a stirring of words.
Throughout history, there have been countless top scholars in the imperial examinations, but what has been passed down to posterity is not their essays or policy proposals, but mostly their poems, lyrics, and prose.
The person next to him laughed and said, "Big Brother's poem will definitely win first place. Otherwise, it's because he doesn't know its value, and there's nothing worth listening to."
"Yes, if he were indifferent to his brother's heroic spirit, what talent could he possibly have? Just like what Mr. Songshan said, he only likes frivolous beauty."
Wang Zichuan waved his hand and said solemnly, "Since ancient times, there has been no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. Even poetry and songs are a matter of personal taste. Those that can be passed down through the ages are either easy to recite and understand or have profound and moving artistic conception. Such poems are not easy to come by."
Those around him said, "The eldest brother is a hero, well-versed in literature, yet so humble and appreciative of talent."
Wang Zichuan was quite pleased with himself.
At this moment, Shen Changle brought up the copied poem manuscript. Qin Yuan carefully examined it under the lamplight, and everyone secretly wondered whether she would be selected.
Mr. Songshan also went over to help, and soon Qin Siyuan joined in as well.
Lin Ziqi watched from below with great envy.
Qin Siyuan really stole the show tonight. If it were him, he would definitely have a better future.
Such is the injustice of the world.
Just because someone's surname is Qin, they get all sorts of benefits handed to them and stuffed into their hands.
He could only watch longingly.
If you want more opportunities, people will say you're greedy.
After tonight, let's see if Qin Siyuan can still be so popular.
Before long, Qin Yuan and the others had finished their discussion and selected some poems. Qin Siyuan cleared his throat and said, "Young Master Nantang and Mr. Songshan have selected poems for discussion. Today, talented people have gathered at Ranxiangju and left behind countless excellent poems. The poems that have been discussed are naturally good, but those that were not selected are not bad either. It's just that we don't have time to finish discussing them all, so please understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Changle said with a smile, "Everyone, please don't be impatient. I will arrange to print tonight's masterpieces tomorrow, and they can be sold as soon as Zheguifang opens."
Everyone laughed and said, "Zhegui, what a great name! This business is doing well, we will all come and support it."
Shen Changle's smile became even more rounded and joyful, her mouth stretching all the way to her ears.
He cupped his hands and bowed in all directions, saying, "Thank you all, thank you for coming."
Shen Changle didn't stay long. Qin Yuan picked up the poem on top and said a few words. Qin Siyuan tilted his ear and listened attentively.
A voice rang out from downstairs: "Wait!"
Qin Yuan frowned and looked down, only to see Lin Ziqi looking at her with a gleam in his eyes, his expression both mocking and sarcastic. Beside him, a man dressed as a scholar was waving his hand and shouting loudly.
Qin Yuan immediately became extremely wary.
Lin Ziqi is a man of considerable shrewdness and strategic acumen, and he is also adept at maneuvering. As long as he stays in the officialdom for a few years, he can find a powerful patron and do quite well.
However, he has a fatal flaw: he has an excellent memory and is too petty.
Therefore, it is difficult to quell jealousy.
Qin Wan's commotion at the Qin family for Lin Ziqi displeased Qin Jijiu, and Qin Yuan already knew about it. She wondered who this person was after today.
Qin Yuan glanced at Qin Siyuan standing to the side out of the corner of her eye.
He turned his head, looking at Wu Juren with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't know why the other was doing this.
Under the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, Wu, the scholar, cleared his throat, gathering his anger. Just as he was about to speak, a rude voice rang out from outside the crowd: "Make way! This is an official matter. Whose shop is this?"
The human walls on both sides parted automatically, and several clerks from the Five Cities Garrison, followed by a dozen strong soldiers, made their way to the foot of the pavilion, with a group of yamen runners trailing behind.
"What's going on?" Princess Fuyun stared in shock.
King Qi shook his folding fan, raised his eyebrows and said, "The Five Cities Garrison and the Prefectural Governor's Office have been mobilized together. It seems this is no small matter."
(End of this chapter)