The splendid mahogany ship is a place where dignitaries and Confucian scholars come and go, and Jiang Heng is also in it. Whether it is singing, dancing, silk bamboo or food, it is the best in the world.
There is no reason not to go.
The mahogany flower boat is brightly lit, but it is also heavily guarded. It is very difficult for ordinary people to get in and out, and they must have a special token and check their identity before they can do it.
Get in without a hitch.
Most of them are brocade-robed officials, and there are some white-robed bachelors.
These people frowned slightly when they saw Jiang Zirou. There were not many female relatives walking here, and a small number of them were wearing the bachelor's robes of the Great Xia Academy, and Jiang Zirou obviously did not belong to the two.
She is not very old... It looks like she should be a family member of a dignitary, but there are only so few people who can enter this circle, and Jiang Zirou looks very unfamiliar.
Keep it in mind.
Some old fried dough sticks would occasionally raise their glasses or nod their heads slightly when they met Jiang Zirou's eyes, as a greeting to leave an impression.
As for the young students, they are much more enthusiastic.
It didn't take long for three or four groups of students to invite them to recite poems and compose Fu, and enjoy the bright moon together.
Jiang Zirou rejected them one by one.
Coming to the open second floor, the river breeze is gentle, cool and refreshing, the bright moon is in the sky, and the lotus lanterns are blooming. It is really a beautiful scenery.
In the hall, a woman in tulle and colorful dress dances to the sound of silk and bamboo.
People are more beautiful than scenery.
"Huh...these dancers actually have a cultivation base, it seems that the background is not simple?"
Jiang Zirou was curious.
But it is no exception, because the martial arts are prosperous, although the prejudice against women still exists, but it is not oppressed, women can also obtain fame, enter the Great Xia Academy, and join the army...
I saw Jiang Heng on a terrace, followed by a group of ministers and a few eunuchs.
Waving at him from a distance.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Heng, who was chatting, really noticed something, nodded and smiled, and patted the railing, and an old eunuch beside him immediately understood.
Bowing his head and bending over, he slowly stepped back.
All the ministers were surprised, but they didn't take it too seriously.
The old eunuch came to Jiang Zirou's side.
Serve left and right, fend off the surrounding crowd.
He naturally knew that Jiang Zirou was Jiang Heng's younger sister, but he didn't understand why this imperial sister with a disgraceful background was so valued...
While introducing the romantic affairs of the people in contact, he also introduced the origin of the dance music, silk and bamboo.
The old eunuch is really knowledgeable. In her previous life, being a tour guide would definitely be delicious and spicy, but Jiang Zirou's interest lies in this aspect... Apart from martial arts, food is one of her few hobbies.
Walk forward amidst the old eunuch's nagging.
On both sides of the hall, there are rows of tables. They are not big, and they are only for one person to sit on the floor. On the table, refreshments and fruits are placed. The fruits are fresh and tender, and they are still stained with a little dew. It smells light and fresh.
"Can I eat the food on the table?"
"Of course, it's just..."
"Well, that's fine!"
Impatient for a long time, he waved the old eunuch away.
Find a remote corner, a mouthful of melons and fruits, a mouthful of bamboo shoot paste, graceful dancing, gentle river breeze, the end is too beautiful to behold.
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After a while, the dancers slowly retreated.
The bachelors in white robes took their seats one by one, and the lively venue fell silent.
Xiumei frowned slightly, vaguely aware that something was wrong.
But it's too late...
A group of maids filed in, cleaned up the food on the table, and then brought the four treasures of the study and put them on the table.
Candidates, please start answering the questions... This sentence suddenly popped up in my mind.
"Why is that?" He grabbed the maid's sister's little hand and asked hastily.
"Miss, don't you know?" The handsome maid was surprised, but she was very well-mannered, and explained in a soft voice:
"This is also the custom of the Lantern Festival. It is the most important part to write a poem to commemorate the event at the end. The beauty of the festival and His Majesty's presence in person. If you can make a good poem, it will not be difficult for it to be passed down through the ages."
"What if it can't be done?" Jiang Zirou's face was serious and serious.
"This is a bit difficult... The poems at the poetry meeting are to be recited in public. If you can't get out, you will inevitably become a laughing stock." Seeing Jiang Zirou's face was a little serious, the maid hurriedly comforted:
"But the young lady is probably not a scholar. If you can't do it, it doesn't matter. I'll talk to the dean later. These are small things, so don't worry..."
"No, you misunderstood."
Jiang Zirou said seriously: "I'm not afraid that I won't be able to write a good poem, but I'm afraid that if it is too good, it will cause some trouble if it causes a sensation."
"Puchi!"
The delicate maid covered her mouth and laughed out loud, her big eyes were crescent-like.
"Miss is beautiful, and her words are interesting... She is really likable. Then I wish you a beautiful poem, so that the male bachelors of Daxia Academy will be impressed."
After setting up the four treasures of the study and grinding them for Jiang Zirou, I left.
Shaoqing.
The sound of coughing was heard clearly in everyone's ears, and everyone's attention was immediately focused on Zhao Gou, the great Confucian master.
"The theme of this poetry meeting is spring, river, and moon, and you can play it freely."
After finishing speaking, there was a sound of wailing in the originally quiet venue.
Spring, river, and moon are all commonly used images in poetry. It is not difficult to use a single word, but it is a bit too difficult to use three together and meet the requirements of the festival.
Time passed by.
Some bachelors were still thinking about it with sad faces, while others' eyes lit up, as if they had some good ideas, and started to write.
at this time.
Jiang Heng on the terrace naturally noticed Jiang Zirou sitting in the corner.
Helplessly smiled, and cast a harsh look at the old eunuch beside him.
The old eunuch was sweating on his forehead, and was about to explain, but seeing Jiang Heng waved his hand, he could only sigh, and bowed back.
After another period of time, I saw that the people around me had done almost the same.
Jiang Zirou, who was in the presence of the old god, just started to write, and finished it in one go.
"Boom!"
When the sound of the drum came, the paper money in their hands was put down, and the maids filed in, marked the rice paper and took it away one by one.
The slightly dull atmosphere became lively, the dignitaries next to them were talking about it, and the bachelors in the hall were whispering to each other.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Jiang Zirou swayed.
Waving his sleeves, he left the slow-moving flower boat, flicked his clothes away, and hid his achievements and fame deeply.
The ink-stained rice paper was presented to Jiang Heng and the dean Zhao Gou by the eunuch, and they were read in turn.
"The craftsmanship is too heavy, and the general style can only be said to be unsatisfactory." After reading a few articles, Zhao Gou shook his head.
"Articles are natural, and you can get them by chance. It's not wrong to be able to do this in such a short period of time..." Jiang Heng's face remained calm, but he was curious about what his sister wrote. …
Although she is quite knowledgeable and knowledgeable, writing poetry is really embarrassing for her... I just hope that there will be no oolong, just embarrassing her.
Thinking of this, he opened the rice paper, and a line of delicate and small characters appeared on the paper.
"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born together with the tide."
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It's a little stuck, and the update time is a little later. It will be recommended next week. I have to save some manuscripts and adjust the update time. Continue to the next chapter