Chapter 1297

The finger tapped gently on the stone table.

For a long time.

Then he fixed his eyes on a poem book next to him.

It was written by Song Zhi!

He hasn't seen it yet.

He picked it up and turned a few pages.

The eyes are full of appreciation.

What a poem!

Nayan has been fighting for years. To put it bluntly, he is a military general with the title of Lord. He knows some poems, songs and Fu, but he is not very proficient. But even ordinary people can see that the poems written by Song Zhi are really good.

Second in the world, no one dares to be first.

His bony fingers gently rubbed the paper and beat a drum in his heart. The bodyguard leaned over slightly and said, "Song Zhi wrote a lot of poems before. He is a famous scholar in Yiwu. Many rich children scrambled to make friends with him. He is indifferent to fame and wealth, gentle and talkative. However, he stopped writing poems five years ago and ran to play for others

Writing theatrical troupes for a living, in recent years, life has been very tight! The great reputation is gone, and I don't know why recently. I suddenly figured it out and decided to come to Gaoding to participate in the joint examination. "

Hearing these words, the heart of the Yanmei frowned deeper.

He said, "why don't you write poetry all of a sudden?"

"No one knows why, and he never said it."

"Oh? It seems that he has a story." There was some interest in the delay.

Bodyguard: "Lord, would you like to... Invite him over?"

Ask.

Na Yan put down his poetry book and looked at Song Zhi again through the veil in front of him.

After a half silence.

"Yes."

The bodyguard went out of the pavilion and walked towards Song Zhi.

Song Zhi didn't know until the man came to him.

"Son song, my son is affectionate."

"Huh?"

"Please step into the pavilion."

Song Zhiben was drinking a cup of tea. At the moment, he was a little confused.

His eyes went in the direction of the pavilion.

Then he asked, "who is your son...?"

"You know when you go."

Song Zhi never refused people, so he should go down.

Follow the guard!

Unexpectedly, those officials began to talk behind him.

"It is said that the people in the pavilion are the initiators of the Wenqiao Lantern Festival."

"I've heard, too. That's a big man."

"Isn't it! It must be a big start to invite so many literary giants and rich aristocrats here."

"Do you know who it is?"

People shook their heads: "I don't know."

Another humanitarian said, "you said, why was the poor scholar invited?"

"I think it's the big man who likes him."

"What a man with a destiny."

Everyone envied it one after another.

After all, a person who can be invited to the Pavilion by a big man is equivalent to stepping into the door of wealth.

Fortunately, Song Zhi has a good life!

Yuan Jiang, who had been sitting next to Song Zhi, stared at Song Zhi's back, showing jealousy and envy in his eyes.

Thinking, this man named Song Zhi is really not simple!

Song Zhi followed the guard to the pavilion. First, he stood outside for a while.

Just go in.

Although he didn't have a formal photo with Nayan, he recognized him.

Seeing that the big man sitting inside was the second Lord, he was stunned.

React as soon as possible.

Bow your hands quickly.

"See the second Lord."

The Yan looked at him with appreciative eyes.

"Young master song, don't be polite. Sit down."

"I dare not."

"Don't you sell the king's face?"

"No... No."

"Since it's not, please sit down." It was full of enthusiasm.

Song Zhi felt a little uneasy in his heart. He didn't dare to lift his eyes again, so he had to sit down.

With a smile on his lips, he poured him a cup of hot tea.

Push it in front of you.

"I thought Mr. Song was busy and would not come today."

Song Zhi: "it's song's blessing to make friends with many talented people here. Of course, I have to come if I can have such a chance."

This boy is a lot smoother.

I was still struggling to die!

The Yan smiled: "last time at the poetry meeting in Tongyu Pavilion, Prince song published Xue he's poems in public. I was really open-minded. I didn't know that there were such talented people in Gaoding city."

Huh?

Song Zhi carefully raised his eyes, looked at the second Lord opposite, and asked, "does the Lord know about it?"

"Of course I know! I'm afraid Mr. Song doesn't know. The Tongyu Pavilion poetry meeting held every three years is actually held by my king."

"... ah?"

Really surprised Song Zhi.

But as expected.

Nayan said, "I have always cherished talents. The reason why I held the poetry fair is that I hope many talented modern Koshi sons will get together and discuss it. After all, many of you are the top beams of the future Dynasty."

Song Zhi's face was shy: "don't dare."

"What's the talent of young master song? I appreciate you very much! If I give you a chance to be a student in my house, would you like to?"

Um?

Song Zhi's pupils suddenly enlarged.

This is something he never thought of.

All students dream of being a student in the palace.

Because this is equal to stepping into the top three with one foot.

Only a fool will give up such a great opportunity.

But Song Zhi, who has always been an alternative, seems to be tangled.

He may be the only fool!

He only wants to be an honest official, an official with a pure heart and few desires.

Do what you should do!

Do what you should do!

Do not participate in party disputes or verbal disputes.

But once he became a disciple of the second Lord's residence, he was equal to participating in the fierce party struggle between the second Lord and the third Lord. As a person who only knows how to read, where would he play any intrigue? I don't know. I die when I open my mouth.

That's impossible!

But refusing the second Lord's kindness is tantamount to digging your own grave.

That won't work!

Neither left nor right, but Song Zhi, an honest man, was embarrassed.

What should I do now?

He struggled and couldn't say a word.

I don't want to force him.

He said, "Prince song doesn't have to answer the king now. You can go back and think about it."

Strong twisted melons are never sweet.

Then Yanshen knows this truth!

Song Zhi was also relieved and naturally didn't stay much longer.

He hurried out.

Out of the pavilion, he was very nervous and completely lost his mind.

I just feel sweat on my forehead and palm!

When I returned to the corridor, I accidentally bumped into a person because I was absent-minded.

"Sorry." He made a slight bow.

Apologize quickly.

The man didn't care at all. His face was expressionless and his eyes were cold. He sat down in an empty seat.

Song Zhi stared at him for a while. He was dressed in a Confucian shirt and a hat. He was a little tall and full of hostility.

Give people a feeling that strangers are not allowed to enter! And this man... Isn't it that Ji Yunshu ran into the man with a cocoon on his palm at the stairs of the inn!