Chapter 764

Seeing this, the scholar in white couldn't help smiling excitedly. He went to the public to ask for the opportunity of literary experts and left.

However, unexpectedly, the scholar in white, after leaving the peony garden of the Zheng family, turned left and right, saw no one around, and quietly came to the Luoyang county government.

"Meet your excellency!" unexpectedly, the man that the scholar in white saw was Zhou Hongde from Luoyang. Could it be that he was the master of literature.

"What you are asked to do has been done!" Zhou Hongde said expressionless.

The scholar in white bowed his head and said, "Lord Hui, Zheng Chang is really not excited. He has invited scholars to hold a peony poetry meeting to save face and return to the city."

"Well done!"

Zhou Hongde nodded with satisfaction.

If we let people know that the white scribe who was just indignant and took the lead in fighting injustice was entrusted by Luoyang, I'm afraid it will surprise everyone.

The scholar in white hesitated and said, "I don't understand one thing. Please solve it."

"Say it!" said Zhou Hongde in a good mood.

The scholar in white solemnly said, "the world knows that Mohist poets are unparalleled. In this way, I wait for Luoyang Shilin to humiliate myself. I don't know why the county Lord wants to promote this."

Zhou Hongde proudly said: "Humiliate yourself? Do you know the value of a poem by Mohist school? The stork tower has been abandoned for many years, but it is famous all over the world because of a poem by Mohist school. Now the Luoyang Peony Fair is at its peak, but it is only limited around Luoyang. Once the famous poems are published, it must spread all over the world. Who is the influence of the Peony Fair that I want to compete with scholars It doesn't hurt to win or lose. As long as there is a good work coming out, Luoyang can benefit. "

The scholar in white suddenly nodded and said, "Your Excellency is wise."

In this way, as long as the two sides compete, no matter which side has a good work, the last beneficiary will only be Luoyang City, which is good for the Peony Fair and Luoyang City.

Once Zhou Hongde was also a passionate scholar, but he has been immersed in the sea of officials for decades. Now he is a typical politician. In his heart, only political achievements are the most real.

Today's mojiazi is now the son-in-law of today, and his status is not inferior to that of him. Naturally, he forced mojiazi to write poetry for peony. For today's plan, he can only use Zheng Chang as a bait to lure mojiazi into action. He doesn't care who wins or loses.

"The students know how to do it." the white scribe nodded and bowed back.

Zhou Hongde just got up and came to a peony in the courtyard. The peony was luxuriant and blooming. It was a rare treasure and his favorite thing at ordinary times.

"Come on, according to the secret technique of peasant peony transplantation, transplant this peony into the Princess Garden." Zhou Hongde ordered.

The master came in a hurry. He was surprised and said, "dongweng, this is your favorite treasure. How can you send it out easily."

Zhou hongdeton showed a mysterious smile and said, "I can't cherish myself and enjoy myself at such a grand event as the Peony Fair. If I want to see it, I can naturally go to the Princess Garden. Under the cultivation of Hu daonong, this peony may grow better."

"Dongweng Yingming!" shiye all thought, so he ordered people to transplant this peony.

The next day, the peony poetry meeting of Zheng Chang and others finally began. Almost the literati in Luoyang City were moved by the wind. For a moment, it directly became a major event in Luoyang literary world, and many good poems came out immediately.

With the fame of the peony poetry fair, the flow of people to Zheng's peony garden has increased rapidly. Although there are not as many people as Princess Garden, it is much better than before.

Even if some literary predecessors hold their own identity, or are unwilling to participate in it for fear of damaging their reputation, they can't afford to plead hard, so they have to agree to write poetry. As for the younger generation, they go to battle one after another and think hard. However, there are many people and great power. From time to time, excellent works appear one by one, which immediately spread the city of Luoyang and become famous.

However, with the like of peony poetry like a raging fire, Zheng Chang and others, who are so anxious, have no movement. They ignore the expectations of ordinary people. They accompany the princess of Changle to enjoy peony, or to make perfume, warm fragrant nephrite in their bosom, and the two world is getting on well.

"The Mohist school hasn't responded yet!" seeing that half of the peony festival has passed, Zheng Chang's peony poetry festival has produced several excellent works in a row.

However, the poems of Mohist, a recognized talent in the poetry world, have not been spread, which makes many people who are ready to watch the excitement disappointed. Even Zheng Chang and others don't know whether they should be happy or lost.

Even Zhou Hongde was puzzled. He had prepared the challenge arena, but the mojiazi didn't take the bait. Zheng Chang and others didn't dare to tease the mojiazi easily. They just closed the door to entertain themselves and increase the reputation of the peony garden of the Zheng family.

In this way, the two sides have formed a situation in which the well water does not invade the river. Zheng Chang and others are naturally happy.

Although Zhou Hongde was a little disappointed, he could only recognize it with a little regret when he saw the increasing fame of the Peony Fair.

It's night!

After a while of lingering, Princess Changle collapsed in Merton's arms, just in response to the poem when the waiter picked up Jiao and was unable to accept the new grace.

"It's said that the peony poetry meeting held in Luoyang literary world at the invitation of Zheng Chang is very powerful. Does your husband have any itching?" Princess Changle mischievously drew a circle on Merton's chest, smiling.

The roaring peony poetry will naturally be in the ears of Merton and Princess Changle, but Princess Changle knows the tradition of Biao poetry when Merton disagrees, so she can't help but say something.

Merton shook his head and said, "madam, you are too proud of your husband. Writing poetry is inspired. How can you open your mouth and come? We have just arrived in Luoyang. Where can we write good works for a while."

But Princess Changle didn't believe Merton's nonsense. She couldn't help her bright eyes. She glanced at Merton and said, "the poetry of the great Mohist school is well known all over the world. How can there be a time of humility."

She is also a lover of poetry. Naturally, she knows that writing poetry depends on inspiration. Forcibly spliced poems will only make people laugh, but they are just ordinary people. She saw with her own eyes that she was standing on the zygomatic sparrow upstairs and opened her mouth. She couldn't help being fascinated by the beautiful works.

"Being a husband is not modesty. You think those poems are like cabbage all over the ground!" Merton laughed angrily.

"Chinese cabbage!" Princess Changle was puzzled. She didn't know the name of the dish.

Merton covered up: "this is the latest winter vegetable developed by the Mohists. The yield is very high. Once it is successful, people all over the world don't have to worry about winter vegetables anymore."

Princess Changle didn't delve into this, but regretted: "even if it's not a masterpiece, if your husband has poems flowing out, it will certainly make the peony society more famous."

The peony party is the best memory of her and Merton. She naturally wants to be perfect.

Merton shook his head and said with a smile, "my lady is too anxious. Peonies bloom every year. As long as Luoyang regularly holds peony poetry fairs and invites students from all over the world to participate, there will be countless excellent poems in the future. The reputation of peony flower fairs will surely spread forever, prosper year by year, and our honeymoon trip will spread forever in Luoyang."

Princess Changle dared not nod her head and said, "yes, but these Luoyang scholars are really bad. Compared with her husband's poems, they are just different."

When Merton heard the speech, his face said solemnly: "That's why my husband can't take over. You know, we can't just leave alone. There are still many industries in Mojia village in Luoyang. Luoyang scholar forest is the leader of Luoyang City. Since I haven't invited him to be a husband, I naturally don't want him to participate. If he wants to move forward, I'm afraid he will offend people too much. I'm afraid he will offend so many powerful people in Luoyang rashly It will make it difficult for Mojia village to move! "

"They dare, I'm here..." Princess Changle said angrily.

Merton stretched out his hand to cover Princess Changle's mouth and said, "you are a princess. Being a husband will not let you be in such trouble. Marrying you for your husband is not for your princess's status and power, but for you. Even if you are an ordinary person, being a husband also guarantees that you will be as happy as a princess."

Princess Changle was immediately moved, buried her head in Merton's arms, blushed and said, "my concubine didn't mean that, but regretted that she couldn't hear her husband's poems."

Merton suddenly smiled and said, "you want to hear poetry. It's very simple. I'll recite poetry for you when my husband suddenly feels it..."

When Princess Changle saw this, she didn't know that Merton had several crooked poems. The poems on the wedding night made her blush when she remembered them.

Merton said with a smile, "it's different this time. This time it's a serious poem."

Princess Changle looked at Merton suspiciously. Finally, she didn't stand the temptation of poetry and couldn't help pricking her ears

"The bright moon in front of the bed..." Merton opened his mouth.

"Do you still say it's a good poem?..." Princess Changle couldn't help being ashamed before she heard a poem.

Merton laughed and dropped the red curtain. The bright moonlight fell on the window and just reflected on two pairs of shoes, one big and one small, under the bed.