Chen Wenzong stood beside the table, holding rice paper and silently reciting a poem about autumn, as calm as jade.

For some reason, a trace of regret and regret arose in his heart.

He regretted that except for the poem "Withered Vine and Old Tree and Dark Crow", all of these poems only had one sentence. Although a single sentence of the poem was exquisite, it still lacked some complete artistic conception and could not be regarded as a complete work.

Chen Wenzong was about to put down the rice paper, but he picked it up again... It was the regret of incomplete sentences that made him feel itchy again.

He looked at the handwriting of the poem: the handwriting was beautiful, so it must not have been written by the prince.

Chen Wenzong recalled that when the maid took off the curtain, it was Princess Baili who was writing the pen. Could it be that the princess wrote it? If I see the princess next time, I must ask her what these complete poems are like.

The eldest son of the Chen family in Luocheng was so attracted by the poems that he completely forgot that his younger brother Chen Ji was also at the table just now.

"Brother, what's wrong? Why are you standing there motionless?" Chen Wenxiao asked.

"Huh? I'm reading poetry," Chen Wenzong came back to his senses.

At this time, Lin Chaojing also stood up and walked over, wanting to see what Chen Wenzong was holding: "Is it a poem written by that prince? When he was in Donglin Academy before, I warned him not to do it in the academy

He was messing around, but he just didn't listen..."

As he was talking, Lin Chaojing was stunned when he saw the nine lines of poetry in Chen Wenzong's hand.

More and more people gathered in front of this table. Princess Baili had a total of three pages of rice paper, so these three pages of rice paper were circulated in the hands of different people.

Two maids came up and said with a smile: "My dear sirs, my girl is here!"

But I saw Liu Xingshou slowly climbing up the wooden stairs. She looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, and her appearance was not very gorgeous. On the contrary, she was a bit mediocre compared to the well-dressed women in the red alley.

But there is a lively and cute look in the eyes between her eyebrows.

When Liu Su came upstairs, she saw that all the literati were gathered in front of a table, and no one looked at her.

The maid wanted to remind everyone again, but Liu Su stopped her with a smile. She leaned over on tiptoes and asked a scholar with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

It wasn't until the scent of fragrance hit his face that the scholar realized: "Ah, we are reading poetry."

Liu Su looked at the poem on the rice paper and asked curiously: "Hey, which young master wrote this?"

"Written by the eldest son of Prince Jing, he has passed away now."

"Leaving?" Liu Su came to the window, held the window lattice and looked down at the embroidery building. She saw the prince and his group walking out of the embroidery building talking, laughing, and noisily.

The scenery downstairs is much more interesting than upstairs.

Liu Su smiled and said: "They are so lively. I really want to stay with them to drink, or go drinking with them."

The maid was stunned for a moment: "Girl, what should I do now? Do you want me to invite them back?"

Liu Su smiled: "No need, interesting people are just good to watch from a distance, but they are not that interesting when they are close. Let's go, we have to deal with those boring men."

"Should we find someone to fill the three empty seats?"

"Okay, it doesn't matter who makes the same money."

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…

The prince came out of the embroidery building. He was obviously angry, but he was as arrogant as a general who had just won a battle.

Someone at the door saw him coming out and asked curiously: "Didn't the prince enter the embroidery building? Why did he come out again so soon?"

The prince smiled frankly and said: "I can't write poetry, so I came out!"

"Have you seen Liu Xingshou?"

"I didn't see it. Fortunately, I didn't spend any money, otherwise I would have suffered a big loss!"

At this time, every house on the bluestone roadside of Baiyi Lane hung up lanterns with beautiful shapes, some in the shape of koi fish and some in the shape of buildings, which were exquisite and interesting.

The streets were filled with literati and elegant people who knew astronomy and geography.

The prince and the others were walking carelessly on this path, looking out of place.

When they were far away from the embroidered building, the prince asked Bai Li in a low voice: "Did I do something right today?"

Bai Li smiled and said: "Yes, you are indeed my brother. A person should be so straightforward."

"Hehe," the prince proudly stretched out his clothes: "They despise us, and we despise them! Since we can't compete in poems, we won't compete in the future!"

Bai Li smiled and his eyes curled up: "Yes, what's the point of comparing back and forth."

Liu Quxing added: "Look at Lin Chaojing's show off just now, it's like a peacock spreading its tail."

She Dengke said in a muffled voice: "You haven't learned much about Master's medical skills, but your ability to harm others has been learned..."

Everyone burst out laughing, and the unhappiness just now was wiped away.

At this time, Liang Gouer asked: "Your Majesty, where are we going now? To Jinfang in Hongyi Lane or somewhere else?"

The prince waved his hand and said: "Let's not go to Hongyi Lane now. The young monk should have finished reciting the sutra at this time. After we pick up the young monk, we will go to Jinfang together! How can we leave him alone for such a happy thing? Legs

The lame ones have all been carried out, but a monk is still missing?"

Chen Ji: "...then after returning to the palace, can you put me in the hospital and leave me alone? I don't want to drink."

"no!"

"Let's go back to the palace to pick up the young monk. No one should be missing!"

"Pick up the little monk!"

Chen Ji watched helplessly as these madmen hugged each other, laughing and joking. His brain was twitching, and he had to walk for more than half an hour to return to the palace to pick up the young monk, and then walk for more than half an hour to return to Dongshi...

Just like when everyone is young, they can be arrogant and waste time unscrupulously. As long as you stand gracefully in your youth and fall asleep, the world will forgive you.

At some point, you will be convinced by the world that this is not right.

But when you stand in your twilight years and look back, you suddenly realize that there is no right or wrong, success or failure in this world. Those are the days when you and your friends stand on the table and sing loudly until dawn, and you giggle when you look at the girl you like.

A real good time.

Because you can never go back.

Chen Ji asked: "Princess Baili, are your brothers and the others always so crazy?"

Princess Baili smiled lightly: "Usually he is more crazy than now. When he returned to Luocheng during the Lantern Festival the year before last, he drank too much and insisted on going to Tuoluo Temple to ring the bell. He and a few friends and friends secretly climbed over the wall in the middle of the night.

, the sound of the bell woke up hundreds of nearby residents, and his father hung him from the rafters and beat him for a whole day."

"Why is he going to ring the bell?!"

"He said he would wake up those people who couldn't wake up..."

Chen Ji was in awe: "I did wake up a lot."

"I am following him out now because I am worried that he will do such outrageous things again."

"Do you feel sorry for your brother being beaten?"

Bai Li shook his head: "The last time my father beat him, he fell ill from exhaustion after a day, and it took half a month to recover. My father is already busy and tired, and it will be bad if he makes him angry again."

Chen Ji: "...the love between father and daughter is deep."

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By the time everyone picked up the young monk and returned to Dongshi, it was already late at night.

Red Lane is still brightly lit, with two rows of red lanterns hanging from the street to the end of the street, like fireworks that will never go out.

When Liang Gou'er carried the bamboo chair and passed between the buildings, the girl upstairs smiled and waved her handkerchief: "Isn't this brother Gou'er? Which sponsor did you come to drink wine with today? Don't go to Jinfang to look for her.

Miss Yan'er, if you can't drink from her, come and drink with me, I'll drink it after two drinks!"

Liang Gou'er laughed and scolded: "I won't drink with you because I'm afraid you'll suck my yang energy!"

The girl upstairs began to curse: "Liang Gou'er, the wine you bought is enough for Yan'er to open a gold workshop. You were coaxed and refused to listen. What she drank with you was not wine at all, but water!"

Liang Gouer continued to carry the bamboo chair forward and responded with a smile as he walked: "I'm happy to!"

At this time, a bright and charming girl came out from Jinfang and said: "Brother Gou'er, you are here!"

Liang Gou'er laughed: "Miss Yan'er, please don't go greet the guests next to you today. Ask the girls to come and greet our table. Don't neglect my new friends."

Yan'er took a look at the silver-threaded python suit with dark patterns on the prince's body, and immediately responded with a smile: "Okay!"

She led everyone up to the second floor and arranged a very spacious seating area. The dishes and drinks were served like a flowing banquet, without any heavy items.

After a while, a group of girls rushed in with Xiangfeng. Bai Li glanced at them and pointed at Chen Ji: "He doesn't need to accompany him, he is injured."

At this time, a girl wanted to sit on the prince's lap. The prince glanced at Bai Li and said with a smile: "If you can't help it, just drink."

At this time, a guest outside said: "Have you heard that the idiot prince of Prince Jing's Mansion wrote twelve lines of poems in the embroidery building?"

"Oh? How's the writing going?"

"Haha, does Lin Chaojing know that this year's most promising candidate to compete with Chen Wenzong for the title of Jie Yuan? He said that the prince's writing was nonsense. He only wrote half a sentence in each poem, and every sentence was incomplete, and he didn't know what it was.

I picked it up somewhere, or maybe I bought it.”

"What do other people say?"
To be continued...