Wenhui 2

"Although there is no moon tonight, it is still Mid-Autumn Festival."

"I remember... this grand event of the Mid-Autumn Festival has been passed down for thousands of years."

"For thousands of years, the poems made by the Mid-Autumn Festival are nothing more than about the joy of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion and drinking."

"I think that such topics are the same. Mid-Autumn Festival... not only can you reunite, but you can also miss people when you see the moon!"

When Emperor Ning said these words unhurriedly, Ji Tai already knew that the situation was not good.

Because the current emperor seldom even talks anymore!

He seems to have lost interest in speaking due to his obsession with cultivating alchemy, or maybe he feels that talking is a waste of his time and energy.

But tonight he said so much.

This may be the true expression of his heart for so many years!

Then at least Li Chenan won't die tonight!

At this time, Ning Huang paused, he picked up the wine cup and took a sip, then looked at the courtiers below, and said tactfully

"Therefore, I think this year's literary fair should have something new. In this way, we can better see the sharper talents and knowledge of the young students from the two countries."

"so..."

He leaned over and put down the wine cup, and under the extremely tense eyes of everyone, he said slowly

"For tonight's topic, all students are asked to write a poem on the topic of missing, remembering... missing, or mourning!"

"There should be a bright moon to match the scene."

"Everyone's judgments are great Confucianism, so be fair!"

Before Emperor Ning finished speaking, a sharp light flashed in Ji Tai's eyes.

But Wei Xuanmo, who also knew about it, set off a storm in his heart!

If you look at all the people in the audience, the only one who is relatively calm is Concubine Li.

Xu is the reason for long-term hoeing and serving flowers and plants. She still doesn't seem to care much about this kind of thing.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at her nose, nose, and heart, as if in a trance, unable to see what she was thinking at the moment.

The sixth princess Ning Shuyu who was sitting on one side looked at her mother anxiously, but her mother didn't look at her, so she didn't know what her mother thought about it.

She looked at Duke Yan who was sitting below again.

Yan Guogong frowned, obviously did not expect such a huge change in the development of things——

He knew Ji Tai's arrangement.

The question asked by the emperor...was not suggested by Ji Tai at all!

Even this question is not a question presented to the emperor by Wei Xuanmo and the great Confucians of Ningguo!

Originally, he didn't care about this matter, but the emperor who had been invited by Concubine Ji several times, he actually changed the title for Li Chen'an!

This of course has profound implications.

There is no need for the emperor to make such a big change for an ordinary boy.

Then Li Chenan, of course, is not an ordinary boy.

who is he?

Is he really the eldest son of the emperor who was lost in the winter of the third year of Zhaohua?

Duke Yan raised his eyes to look at Li Wenhou, Minister of the Household Department.

Li Wenhou bowed his head.

Close your eyes.

Then he let out a long sigh.

In this way, it can be determined.

Duke Yan withdrew his gaze, and there was no more expression on his face.

Because Ningguo no longer has the Shangchehou Mansion.

Even if Li Chen'an is really the eldest son of the emperor...a plant without roots, water without a source, and a tree without roots, even if the emperor thought about Empress Lu and made him the crown prince of the East Palace, so what?

Ningguo will only become more chaotic.

The second prince has a better chance!

On the contrary, it is a good thing.

It's just that the wind and rain in Kyoto will attract thunder from Yue Kingdom?

...

...

Of course, Li Chenan and others who came down from the main building were unaware of the astonishing scene upstairs.

They did not enter the podium again, but went to the Moxiang Pavilion under the leadership of the old father-in-law.

Next, they will wait for the emperor to issue a decree on the stage of Moxiangting.

Outside the pavilion, it was still raining at night.

Under the pavilion, there are still dark crowds of Ningguo young students in all directions.

Li Rui is among them.

She and her cousin Li Qiuyan stood at the front of the crowd, very close to the Moxiang Pavilion.

There is a circle of desks in the Moxiang Pavilion.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the case table.

All the students participating in the competition sat facing the spectators from all directions, and Li Rui and sisters happened to be standing in front of Li Chenan.

They still don't know that this is a situation where Li Chen'an alone is facing sixteen people from the Yue Kingdom.

They just feel extremely proud, because the Li family's writing style is already very famous in Ningguo, but there is no Jinshi in this generation.

Now, their cousin, the young man from the Li family in Guangling City, is sitting on the stage that represents the most talented young people in Ningguo's literary world. This is more honorable than being named on the gold list.

"He is his cousin Li Chen'an?"

Li Qiuyan asked curiously, and Li Rui nodded excitedly, "It's him, my father invited him to the house a few days ago, and I happened to meet once."

"It's handsome, you think... can he win?"

"Of course, he is the number one talent in our country!"

Just when Li Rui was very excited, an old eunuch had already walked to the Moxiang Pavilion.

At the top of his voice, he read out the emperor's proposition about this Mid-Autumn Festival. The students outside Moxiang Pavilion were just a little surprised. After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion is a festive day, but the emperor chose a sad question.

The Yue students in the Moxiang Pavilion were suddenly shocked.

Zuo Anqiu, Yan Biao and the others looked at each other, and they all saw doubts in each other's eyes.

A thought suddenly popped up in their hearts——

This is amazing!

Was it cheated by that old thief Ji Tai?

Ji Tai intentionally used a fake topic to make them rack their brains on this topic for the past two days.

The old thief still swore that it must be that topic...

Definitely sister!

Now this topic and that topic are completely out of reach, okay? !

So, will those fifteen students from Ningguo continue to compete?

They sat in a circle with their backs facing each other, so they couldn't see the expressions of Ningguo students.

At this moment, the students of Ningguo were also shocked. It wasn't that they knew about the accident, but that the question was really tricky.

Mid-Autumn Festival, thinking about people, and having the moon.

Thinking about people under the moon is nothing, and it is also a commonly used scene in poetry and articles.

But if you want to win, it is not easy.

Because they are not very old, and their life experience is not deep, they can study in Taiyuan Academy, and their families are considered to be rich, and it is rare for them to lose their parents when they are young.

So who do you miss?

At most, it is a woman of the same age.

But if you have never experienced an unforgettable love, how can you write moving poems?

They won't do this poem, but they will still think about it.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that this topic is not easy to write well.

They looked at Li Chenan.

Li Chenan still looked indifferent, and even winked at a certain girl below at this moment!

"Students, answer the questions, let's start!"

Following the shout of the old eunuch standing in the middle, the students in the Moxiang Pavilion put aside their distracting thoughts and began to think hard.

Only Li Chenan was an exception.

He is grinding ink.

Then, under the tense gazes of countless teenagers onlookers, he wrote with a pen!

Put pen to paper!

Didn't think about it at all!