Song Zhi retracted what fell on the man, and without paying more attention, returned to his original position and sat down.
As soon as he sat down, many servants gathered around him.
Ask him long and short.
Nothing more than want to know who the person in the pavilion is.
He only had a smile on his face, but didn't say a word.
You guys find it boring.
It's all gone.
Yuan Jiang pulled him and asked a few words softly.
He remained silent.
There is no way, Yuan Jiang is not good to ask more.
At this time, many people have already started to write poems in the courtyard.
Or take a pen and write something on the white paper spread on the table.
Lots of fun!
Song Zhi had no thoughts at all, he was still thinking about what Na Yan had just said.
That's the "protege" question.
No promise, no promise!
But it's frustrating.
at the same time.
Because of the annual lantern festival in Gaoding City tonight, Li Cheng naturally would not miss it, so he drove the carriage to the old house.
I was going to call Shang Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong to go live together.
How do you know that when you arrive at the old house, you will find that no one is there.
On the contrary, he bumped into the cook whom Jingrong invited to cook in the house.
The cook is packing things in the kitchen.
Because Jing Rong had arranged for the cook to stay and continue cooking for Song Zhi before he left.
"Why isn't anyone here?"
When the cook saw that he was the prince, he quickly put down his work and said, "Everyone is gone."
"Go? Going to the Lantern Festival?"
"No, it's gone."
"What's gone?"
The cook explained: "Early this morning, Young Master Jing and the others left Gaoding."
Uh!
Li Cheng was stunned.
His lips trembled and he asked, "What did you say? What do you mean by leaving Gaoding? You mean, they left?"
The cook nodded frantically.
Li Cheng didn't know what to say for a while
gone like this
Not a single hello!
When he was Li Cheng? Is it air
Rather than saying he was reluctant, it would be better to say that he was full of anger.
As soon as he lifted his foot, he kicked over a wooden bucket full of water beside his feet, squeezed his fists and said fiercely, "It's too boring!"
Angered away!
The cook stood there stunned, looking at the water all over the floor.
Very messy.
…
After coming out of the inn, Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu went shopping on the street.
Very lively around.
Even more lively than the Lantern Festival in Dalin.
It's really good to go out for a walk!
The two walked in front, while Lang Bo and Bai Yin followed behind.
Lang Bo glanced at Bai Yin: "Aren't you coming?"
Bai Yin: "Aren't you coming too?"
"My lord is coming, of course I have to follow."
"My sister is coming, and of course I will follow."
All right!
Lang Bo was speechless.
Several people strolled to the edge of Wenqiao and saw the scholars gathered opposite.
Not in reciting poetry, but in writing and painting.
Filled with a strong artistic atmosphere.
The road to Wenqiao has been blocked, and only those who have received an invitation letter can go there.
Many people can only watch from a distance on the other side.
There are people talking all around.
"I don't know who is holding the poetry party here today. All the talents of Gao Dingcheng are here, and those great writers are also there."
"I don't know who has such a big face! If you can go over and take a look."
"The Wenqiao side has been blocked, and it's impossible to get through."
"It's really not small."
…
These words reached Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu's ears, and after they looked at each other, they turned their eyes to the other side with a tacit understanding.
In the end, he saw Song Zhi sitting in the corridor!
That guy is there too!
Lang Bo also saw it, patted his forehead, and said, "I almost forgot about this! A few days ago, Song Gongzi received an invitation letter asking him to come here to participate in some kind of lantern festival. It turned out that it was not organized by literati. Poetry!"
Really boring.
Turning his head, he asked Jing Rong, "Master, do you want to call him?"
Jing Rong: "No need."
"Oh."
At this time, more and more people began to gather around.
Everyone craned their necks to look over there.
are very curious.
I want to see the demeanor of those literati.
Because there were too many people, Jing Rong pulled Ji Yunshu to leave.
Can-
Ji Yunshu suddenly saw a familiar man.
The one who bumped into him today.
He followed the man's gaze and found that he seemed to have been staring at the pavilion.
Those eyes seemed to penetrate the veil hanging outside the pavilion and pierce straight in.
Very tough!
Not right.
At this moment, the veil of the pavilion was lifted.
A few people came out of it.
The leader was actually the second prince, Nayan!
Didn't expect him to be here.
The moment he came out, all the students stopped what they were doing and looked at him one after another.
"It turned out to be the second prince."
"I didn't expect it to be him!"
Some people are excited, some people are excited.
There are also people who are trying to get close to him.
Count on him to be your backer!
And at the moment Nayan walked out of the pavilion, the man with ruthless eyes and a Confucian shirt got up from the chair and walked towards Nayan step by step.
His hand also slowly reached into his sleeve.
It seems to have caught something!
He passed through one after another, and he was about to get closer and closer to Nayan.
Ji Yunshu suddenly came to a realization.
The callus on that person's palm!
It turned out that he was not a scholar at all, but a... killer.
"No, that person is going to kill the second prince."
What
When Jing Rong heard this, she looked at her in surprise: "What did you say?"
She tightened her body and pointed at the man: "He wants to kill the second prince!"
Uh!
Jing Rong followed the direction her hand pointed, and sure enough, the man drew a dagger from his sleeve.
When everyone was completely unaware, he aimed the sharp dagger at Nayen.
He stabbed hard.
At this time, Jing Rong could have chosen to ignore it.
but-
Out of an instinct, he immediately snatched the lantern from a woman next to him.
Immediately pull out the long stick holding the lantern.
Thrown over there.
Aiming at the dagger in the man's hand.
The force is just right.
The direction is just right.
Just as the man's hand was raised, the dagger was knocked off by the stick.
Then-
The dagger slammed into the red stake.
The man was taken aback.
The servants on the other side were also stunned!
They are fleeing everywhere!
"what!"
On the opposite side of Wenqiao, the pot exploded at once!
And just a second after the dagger in the man's hand was picked up, a few people suddenly jumped out of those officials. They took out the long swords that had been prepared long ago from under the table and aimed at Na Yan.
Na Yan took a few steps back.
The guards rushed over from all sides and hurriedly stepped forward to protect the master.
"Protect the king."
The two sides fought together. The scene was chaotic.