The corridor is quite spacious, and there are many literati stopping in it. Before Li Jing and others appeared, most of them were gathering around each other and talking loudly.
From this, it can be seen that the owner of Tingchao Pavilion is not only rich, but also quite popular. Many talented people from the Central Plains who had recently flocked to Fengxiang were also among the crowd.
Many young gentlemen, embracing their beautiful female companions, stared blankly at the empress and the others.
The longing in his eyes was undisguised.
For just a moment, because of the appearance of Li Jing and others, the various women in the corridor seemed to have lost their luster.
However, these had nothing to do with Li Jing. He just looked calm and faced the jealous eyes around him.
There's no way, it's purely because of my high personal charm.
Because the dress of these people did not look like ordinary people, the literary talents around them who were eager to get to know the empress and her daughters did not dare to act rashly for a while.
I still don’t know where this young man is from.
Not to mention the empress who makes people dare not look directly at her, even Fanyintian who looks familiar all over is not comparable to the ordinary oiran in the Jiaofang Division.
hateful! Annoying! So jealous!
For a time, countless eyes that wanted to kill Li Jing were cast from all directions.
"It feels like there is murderous intent."
Chi Meng stood next to Li Jing, shrank his neck, looked away from the gorgeous lanterns, and hugged Li Jing's arm tightly.
In an instant, there were many more looks, and the look of jealousy intensified a bit.
The empress snorted lightly, but she did not pay attention to these gazes. She just cast her gaze indifferently towards Tingchao Pavilion in the middle of the lake.
"Excuse me, how can I get past Tingchao Pavilion?"
After looking around, I found that the small boats seemed to carry people there in a regular pattern. Li Jing frowned slightly and looked at a boy beside the corridor.
The boy just stood there respectfully from beginning to end. Hearing Li Jing's question, he was about to explain the rules of the poetry meeting in detail, when a wild voice suddenly came from beside him.
"It's a bit difficult to enter Tingchao Pavilion. I'm afraid, little brother, you are not qualified."
Hearing this voice, Li Jing raised his eyebrows and saw the crowd on the left side of the corridor suddenly dispersed. An imposing young master, surrounded by many talented-looking literati, walked over excitedly.
When this young man came over, there was a commotion among the people who were originally quiet around him.
The empress frowned slightly, but Fanyin Tian laughed in amusement, and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"He is the young master of Liu Jiedu's family."
The empress nodded slightly, but she habitually put her hands behind her back, half a step behind Li Jing, and stood next to him.
The young master came over from a distance and was overjoyed when he saw Fanyin Tian. Then he was stunned when he saw Chi Meng in Miao Jiang costumes and Ji Ruxue with a chivalrous face. Then he saw the empress standing with her hands behind her hands. The stunning color cannot be concealed.
In addition to the literary talents, there were several beautiful courtesans beside him, but he just strode towards this side and spoke loudly.
"If you want to enter Tingchao Pavilion, you must first compose a poem, and only after getting comments from everyone can you cross the boat. And you can only bring one female companion with you for a poem."
After he finished speaking, he had already walked a few steps away from Li Jing and the others. He looked at the empress with dull eyes and bowed gracefully.
"Xiaosheng Liu..."
"Did I ask you?"
Li Jing looked languid, with his hands behind his back. Not to mention the voice, just the tall and straight body is enough to give people a great sense of oppression.
The young man surnamed Liu was not annoyed when his words were interrupted. He just stood up and clapped his folding fan with his hands with a smile.
"Little brother, don't be angry. You brought four stunning beauties to the party alone. You really made me envious..."
Li Jing folded her hands in front of her chest and sneered: "Who do you think you are? You are worthy of calling me a brother. If you have nothing to do, just go away and don't disturb our enjoyment."
This young man looked gentle and gentle, but when he spoke, he showed no mercy at all.
Everyone then glanced at the four beautiful women behind him, and their hearts suddenly became clear.
In front of a beautiful woman, you can't lose your momentum.
The young master's heart sank, but hearing Li Jing's arrogant tone, he was not sure what his identity was for a moment. Although his father was in the position of Jiedushi and had won a great victory in Shu some days ago, he was a reduced general after all, so it was not easy for him to gain too much limelight.
Thinking of this, he just exhaled, with a calm look on his face, opened the folding fan in his hand, and fanned his chest.
"This is rude, but if you want to go to the Chao Pavilion, you really have to compose an impromptu poem. Only after it is sent to the pavilion for review can you decide whether you can go or not."
Li Jing saw that the boy nodded hesitantly, smiled, and turned to look at Chi Meng and the empress.
"The attic sits in the middle of the lake, and the view must be excellent. Do you want to go?"
Hearing Li Jing's casual words, the young master guessed that Li Jing's status must be high, but he still laughed.
"This year's poem is titled 'Autumn', and the pavilion is full of great poets, such as Mr. Zhiyao, a woodcutter from Yushan, who is in the pavilion. Ordinary people's poems cannot catch his eyes, but if they can be appreciated by him, he can give them a little tweaking. Two, that’s also a huge blessing.”
The implication is to advise Li Jing not to humiliate himself.
Chi Meng snorted and didn't understand what Mr. Woodcutter was. He just stared at the young man angrily: "What about you? Can you write it?"
Mr. Liu waved his folding fan in a suave manner and focused his attention on the well-behaved Chi Meng: "A young man who is not talented is one of the organizers of this autumn poetry meeting..."
"Hmph! Pretending..."
Ji Ruxue snorted coldly and subconsciously wanted to touch the sword in her hand, but then she remembered that she didn't bring a weapon with her tonight.
"Empress, do you want it?"
Fanyintian covered his mouth with a fragrant handkerchief and asked in a low voice.
The empress saw the funny look on Li Jing's face and waved her hand: "Wait a minute, don't disturb the mood."
Seeing Mr. Liu's dog-like appearance, the talented scholars next to him were also making noises as if to please him.
"This young master, if you want a female companion to go to Tingchao Pavilion, just ask my young master to take her with you. Even you can go together."
"Hahaha……"
An annoyed look appeared on Chi Meng's face, and his hand had already reached into his small shoulder bag, ready to repair these people.
"Then let's make a bet. If I can get the old man in the pavilion to take a look, how about you row a boat for us and send us there?"
Li Jing put away her previous playboy look, patted Chi Meng on the shoulder, and looked at Mr. Liu indifferently.
The crowd watching the excitement suddenly became lively. Compared with Mr. Liu's words of ridiculing Li Jing, this bet aroused everyone's interest more.
A high-ranking official, or a talented person with some reputation in the circle, if he works as a boatman for others, he will have some talking points.
Mr. Liu's face, which had always been calm and calm, darkened. Looking at Li Jing who seemed to be indifferent, he suddenly felt hesitant in his heart. But when he saw those stunning beauties opposite, for some reason he just wanted Li Jing to make a fool of himself.
Closing the paper fan with his hands, Mr. Liu said arrogantly: "What if you lose?"
Li Jing didn't even look at him. Looking at the empress' slightly wrinkled expression, she patted the back of her hand.
"what ever."
A hint of joy flashed across Mr. Liu's face. Since Li Jing said this, he really dared to take a gamble.
Not to mention the cold and arrogant beauty, even that charming woman is worth a gamble!
…………
A piece of rice paper was spread flatly on the table, and the originally spacious corridor suddenly became crowded.
The boy laid out the rice paper and stepped back.
Countless beauties and courtesans came after hearing the sound, and the place where the poem was composed was completely surrounded.
Li Jing stood in front of the table, with Fanyin Tian grinding beside him. Chi Meng and Ji Ruxue stood beside him, glaring with hatred at the rather bohemian Mr. Liu opposite him.
The empress clasped her hands behind her back and just looked at Li Jing's side face blankly.
With four beauties like this, it's no wonder this young man insists on showing off his talents.
Everyone is not very optimistic about Li Jing. After all, he himself wants to let Mr. Zhiyao take a high look. For an ordinary person, it's good enough just to win the eyes of his old man, but you still want him to look up to you?
This young man really went too far this time...
At this moment, Fanyintian finally finished grinding the ink, and everyone saw that Li Jing seemed to be writing without pausing while dipping the brush into ink.
On the white rice paper, only five flying dragons and phoenixes appeared in regular script.
"The sky is pure and the sand is clear. Autumn thoughts"
Seeing Li Jing's words, Mr. Liu's eyes suddenly jumped, and a bad premonition flashed through his heart.
"The scenery is different when autumn comes under Saixia, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention."
Fanyintian's charming voice sounded slowly, and Mr. Liu felt a little relieved.
Not bad, but just...
"The sounds are rising from all sides, thousands of miles away, the smoke is setting and the sun is setting, so the city is closed."
Li Jing's hand had not stopped waving the pen, but Mr. Liu's face turned pale for an instant.
Hit the iron plate.
