"Brother, why don't I think of another way? Ningyuan's army is dangerous and dangerous, and the natives often cause trouble. You must not go there!"

Su Che said to the person in front of him with a worried look.

I saw that this man was tall, slightly fat, with a long and wide face, a sparse beard, clear facial features, two particularly bright eyes, and gray hair on the temples. He looked to be about fifty or sixty years old.

"No, Zhang Zihou is too prejudiced against me. He has the power now. It's useless for anyone to plead for mercy. On the contrary, you should be careful yourself!"

This man had an open-minded look on his face when he spoke, and only when he spoke at the end did he show a bit of worry.

This person was Su Shi who had just returned to Beijing. He was originally serving in Hebei, but Zhang Dun transferred him to Ningyuan Army in Jiangxi Province with a transfer order.

Su Shi also wanted to go to Jiangxi and returned to the capital to see his relatives and friends.

"Zhang Dun has a cruel personality. I have offended him a lot before, so he will definitely not let me go. I will definitely be banished in half a year at the latest!"

Su Che also sighed at this time.

"Okay, it's a rare Lantern Festival. God allowed me to come back to Beijing to celebrate the festival on the way to being demoted. It's considered a good thing for me. Let's not talk about these disappointing things!"

Su Shi waved his hand and spoke openly again.

In fact, Su Shi has become accustomed to it over the years. Since the Wutai Poetry Case, whether the new party came to power or the old party came to power, he was either demoted or asked to leave Beijing. He traveled almost all over the world.

"Brother is still so open-minded!"

Su Zhe was helpless. Ever since Su Shi returned to Beijing, every time he talked about this topic, the other party would make excuses to distract him.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go on stage. Maybe we can produce a few masterpieces this year?"

Su Shi stood up and laughed, not caring about being demoted at all.

Su Zhe had no choice but to get up, and the two brothers came to the high stage of the poetry meeting together.

"Xueshi Su! Xueshi Su is here!"

Someone in the crowd recognized Su Shi and immediately shouted excitedly.

For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on Su Shi. Even though Su Che next to him was the prime minister, he was still ignored by many people.

Su Shi also waved to the people around him, which resulted in even more enthusiastic cheers. Even the woman on the tall building next to him couldn't help shouting "Scholar Su".

It wasn't until Su Shi sat down on the high platform that the cheers from the audience slowly subsided.

When the judges saw Su Shi, they all stood up and saluted, and some even greeted him as disciples.

At this time, the poetry tasting officially began, and stacks of poems were sent to the judges.

Each judge can select several poems that he is satisfied with, and finally they will be passed to other judges to taste and decide on the best poem.

When Su Shi came to the capital for the first time, he once won the first place with a Shangyuan poem, and later served as a judge many times.

Now that he has not returned to Beijing for many years, he misses the Shangyuan Poetry Society very much, so he took time to serve as a judge again.

"Well, that's right. Many of the poems have merit. The poems of the students in the capital have made great progress!"

Su Shi praised the poem while appreciating it.

"It's not that students have made great progress, it's that those who don't write well don't dare to submit poems!"

Su Che smiled and said to Su Shi.

"It's true. The students of Taixue even held a small Shangyuan poetry meeting in advance. Only poems that pass the review are allowed to be sent over!"

At this time, a handsome middle-aged man on Su Shi's right smiled and said, this man was Li Qingzhao's father Li Gefei, also known as Uncle Wen, and he was also one of Su Shi's disciples.

"Brother, Uncle Wen gave birth to a little talented girl. She will definitely participate in the poetry meeting this time. Maybe one girl will come out on top tonight!"

Su Shi pointed at Li Gefei and smiled at Su Shi.

"Mr. Su is joking, my little girl is only eleven years old, how can she be called a 'talented girl'?"

Li Gefei said hurriedly and modestly, but when he mentioned his daughter, he couldn't help showing a bit of pride.

"It's unprecedented for a woman to come out on top, but it's also interesting! Interesting!"

Su Shi also laughed when he heard this.

However, just as Su Shi finished speaking, there was suddenly a "bang" sound.

When everyone heard the news, they saw a judge sitting next to Li Gefei whose face was flushed with excitement, slapping the table with one hand and holding a poem in the other.

This person was Huang Tingjian, Su Shi's favorite disciple. He suddenly raised his head and said to Su Shi in an excited voice: "Master Su, the leader has appeared!"

"Brother Lu Zhi, you have just begun to judge. You are a little too rash, aren't you?"

Li Gefei was stunned for a moment, and then asked in disbelief.

"I am not rash, you will know as soon as you see it!"

Huang Tingjian stood up very excitedly and presented the poems in his hands to Su Shi.

Huang Tingjian admired and respected Su Shi very much. Even if some people called him "Su Huang" together with Su Shi, he still treated Su Shi as his disciple.

Su Shi was also very surprised. He knew that Huang Tingjian was not a hasty person, so he took the poem and watched it attentively.

As soon as he read the first sentence, Su Shi couldn't help but admire it, and then his expression became more and more excited. He finally understood why Huang Tingjian said that.

Finally, Su Shi finished reading the whole poem, and then he sighed: "As soon as this word comes out, I don't need to write any more Yuan words in my life!"

Su Shi's words also surprised all the judges present. In terms of poetry, if Su Shi was ranked second, no one would dare to be ranked first.

But even he commented so much on this poem, which is simply unbelievable.

Su Che was the first to be unable to resist and came forward to read the poem. Li Gefei and others also came over one after another.

When everyone saw the poems on the paper, all these judges were silent.

If Su Shi hadn't been here, they would have even suspected that Su Shi had submitted the poem under a pseudonym.

When the people in the audience saw all the judges on the stage gathered together, they all showed puzzled expressions. They didn't know what these judges were doing.

"Ning Fu in the capital? Have you heard of this man?"

Huang Tingjian asked everyone doubtfully that someone who could write such words must not be an unknown person, but he had never heard of this Ning Fu.

"Ning Fu?"

Everyone shook their heads, but Su Zhe secretly wondered. He seemed to have heard of this name, but he just couldn't remember who it was.

In fact, it's not Su Che's fault. He only went to Ning Fu's place for a meal, and it was mainly for Zhang Dun. Even if he had some impression of Ning Fu, he wouldn't remember his name.

"Everyone, if nothing unexpected happens, this poem should be ranked first, but other poems still need to be judged!"

Su Shi then reminded him that it was a rare occasion for him to come back and meet such an eternal masterpiece, which made him feel very good.

"That's right! Let's quickly judge other poems, and then we can see this Ning Fu!"

Someone immediately woke up.

After hearing this, the others immediately returned to their seats and continued to judge the poems in their hands.

However, with Ning Fu’s poems at the forefront, when looking at poems written by others, one feels unreadable.

…

On the Mingyue Tower on the street, Li Qingzhao looked at the high platform opposite and asked with confusion: "What happened just now? Why are all the judges gathered together?"

"Could it be that someone's lyrics were so good that they attracted all the judges?"

Liu Qingxin leaned against the window and guessed.

"It's also possible that someone wrote it so poorly that it made people laugh!"

The gorgeous girl standing next to Liu Qingxin covered her mouth with a smile. Her words also caused the other girls to laugh.

After joking, the pretty girl said softly to Liu Qingxin: "Sister Liu, I can't talk about things at home. I really wronged you!"

"This is none of your business, and the official treats me very well, and I am very satisfied!"

Liu Qingxin replied softly.

This girl's surname is Cai, and her father Cai Bian is Cai Jing's younger brother. Cai Jing's son wanted to force Liu Qingxin to marry her.

"It's good to be content with what you have. For women like you and me, marriage is out of our control."

The girl surnamed Cai sighed softly and said again.

At this moment, a girl suddenly ran over and grabbed the girl named Cai and said, "Sister Cai, stop talking, let's guess!"

As the girl said this, she dragged the girl named Cai away, and other girls gathered around her. A group of people started playing guessing games, but no one called Liu Qingxin.

"Hmph! A bunch of people who follow the trend of others!"

Li Qingzhao looked at the girls playing around and snorted coldly.

In the past, Liu Qingxin was the core figure of the poetry club. After all, she was beautiful and talented, and was the envy of everyone.

But now Liu Qingxin is only married to a cook, which makes many people look down upon her.

"By the way, Sister Liu, haven't you and 'Cai Xinji' never dealt with each other? Why does she suddenly care about you?"

Li Qingzhao suddenly asked Liu Qingxin.

"Don't give random nicknames to others, be careful that Sister Cai hears it!"
To be continued...