When King Teng was young, he was not a 'leisure' king. During the battle in the north more than 20 years ago, he was known as the God of Swordsman in the army.
For example, the current sword technique of Longwei Zhen Fusi Zhongshu's "Heaven and Earth Slash" was made by him.
but.
Lin Yi didn't know this and pointed to his heart.
"Chest?"
Prince Teng was stunned for a moment. His nephew asked him to prepare his chest? No... let him be mentally prepared!
Buzz~
Prince Teng's heart beat faster and faster. Looking at Emperor Lin Yi's calm and confident expression, his body trembled with excitement.
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at the same time.
Outside Yueyang Tower, the scenery is beautiful, with rolling mountains and rivers and vast mist.
The building is full of literati and bachelors, and it is very lively. The music of the piano is tinkling, the flute is melodious, and the beauties are singing softly, as if they are in a fairy pavilion.
In the Yueyang Tower, there are the academic officials and masters of the Holy Court and the Academy and several saints, including the seven most talented people in the capital and the geniuses of the Holy Court and the Academy.
They sipped wine, smiled, appreciated the ancient rhythms, immersed themselves in it, and praised the prosperity of literature.
Outside the building were some officials from the capital, as well as literati bachelors who were inferior to the top geniuses.
Of course, there are also down-and-out talents who have never been recognized and are just waiting to become a blockbuster at literary conferences and astonish everyone with their poems.
The ones who served tea and water during the banquet were all courtesans invited from all the famous places in the capital.
They have beautiful faces, are dressed in fancy clothes, and have their own styles. They are all girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight.
The skin is white, smooth, and especially moist...
Many literati have become drunk in Beauty Land.
I wish I won’t wake up after this, from now on I will lie drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman, and wake up to take over the world...
at this time.
A woman with a white veil on her face and a floor-length skirt climbed onto the Yueyang Tower. Behind her were four maids holding flower baskets, scattering red flowers all over the sky.
An intoxicating fragrance filled the pavilion.
Wow~
"Who is this woman?"
"What a nice view!"
Many literati with long hair and short knowledge have already shown their pig brother looks, and they have asked about the identity of this woman.
Gudong!
Countless literati and scholars swallowed their saliva. Since ancient times, there have been countless stories of beauties matching talented men.
There is no one who does not yearn for this path.
If such a heart-stirring, evocative love story can happen at this literary conference, this life will be enough.
"The number one in Hongxiufang, Miss Ningxiang, one of the three beauties in the capital!"
Someone knowledgeable enough to give the answer.
"Ningxiang?"
"What a beautiful name...I love her name!"
"Do you like other people's names? You are greedy for their bodies! But it's best to get rid of this idea. Even the prince can't be his guest. Who do you think you are?"
"Ah this..."
Outside the Yueyang Tower, there was constant discussion, which was enough to illustrate how amazing Ningxiang girl was.
Boom~
When Miss Ningxiang climbed up to the Yueyang Tower, she was standing at a place where all the literati inside and outside the tower could take a look at her graceful grace.
"You gentlemen, talented men and beauties, scholars, masters, lords... Today is a grand gathering. The little girl has been invited to host today's literary gathering. If there is anything rude or inappropriate, I hope you will forgive me!"
"My little lady, I would like to thank you all in advance!"
Miss Ningxiang bowed and bowed. Her voice was as clear and sweet as an oriole.
Bang bang bang~
There was thunderous applause inside and outside Yueyang Tower, and countless literati stood up and applauded.
Along with the red flowers falling all over the sky, the sound of the piano, the guzheng, and the flute, the talents soared into the sky. The inside and outside of the Yueyang Tower seemed to have turned into a fairy palace.
Li Xiyang, the Holy Son of the Holy Court, was sitting high in the building, flanked by two women serving him. His eyes fell on Miss Ningxiang, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
The Sixth Prince Lin Cong sat opposite him, glanced sideways at Li Xiyang, turned to the Crown Prince Zhao Jiashan beside him and said, "Why did you invite this girl here? It cost a lot of money, right?"
Zhao Jiashan said in confusion: "Your Highness, I am also confused... This is not what we invited."
"kindness?"
Lin Cong was stunned.
Uninvited? Could it be that you knew he was coming and came over to flatter him?
at this time.
Someone quickly climbed up to the pavilion and said a few words in Zhao Jiashan's ear. Zhao Jiashan's body stiffened suddenly.
He quickly whispered in Lin Cong's ear: "Your Majesty invited..."
"Father?"
Lin Cong's expression changed and he looked incredulous.
Why did the father invite this Ningxiang girl from Hongxiufang who is a prostitute but not a prostitute?
"Today's literary meeting is to provide an opportunity for the capital's talents and scholars to communicate and discuss, so there are no rules. All talents and beauties can express themselves freely and choose topics freely..."
Miss Ningxiang's eyes were flowing with natural charm, and her beautiful eyes were looking at the seven famous talents and young handsome men who had long been famous.
The red lips under the veil opened slightly: "The little girl has been admiring the many talents present for a long time. She is looking forward to witnessing the birth of masterpieces handed down from generation to generation in Yueyang Tower."
The words fell.
Someone started talking.
"How can a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation be so simple? At the very least, it must be a masterpiece that is unique to the whole family. It is rare to see it in ten years or more!"
"It's not that exaggerated. The recent poems from Guanfu in the capital to encourage students to study, and the Wangyue Pavilion to send Fu Xuezheng out of Nanxiang... I've seen them several times this month!"
"That was written by the great Confucians of the time. This is a literary society. You can't have great Confucians compete with us Confucian students, right?"
Some people at the cultural conference were full of expectations, while others were not optimistic.
When Miss Ningxiang saw those talents who had long been famous in the capital, she didn't show any expression. She also knew that they were proud of their talents and didn't want to take action now.
Their trump cards are used to overwhelm others, not to show off.
"If no one starts, then the little girl will make her own decision first. Since it is a literary meeting, how about... poetry and articles as the finale?"
Miss Ningxiang’s voice was clear and clear, and her words were mesmerizing.
No one objected.
Miss Ningxiang nodded slightly towards the maid beside her, who brought the guzheng and placed it in front of her.
Ningxiang sat in front of the guzheng, her delicate fingers waving the strings like flowing water, and said loudly: "The four arts of a gentleman are chess, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy. The word zither comes first, so how about meeting friends with the zither? The little girl saw many young men carrying the zither. Come, I can’t help but feel a sense of sympathy and sympathy in my heart.”
"This little girl is not talented, so I would like to play a piece of music for the young ladies and seniors present to show their respect!"
After Miss Ningxiang finished speaking, everyone immediately started to listen.
They didn't feel offended by Miss Ningxiang, on the contrary, they thought... everything was reasonable.
If the prodigy of Qindao takes action at the beginning, then everything will be meaningless. Only by going from weak to strong and then appearing in the finale can everyone be amazed.
Ding ding~
As Miss Ningxiang plucked the strings with her ten fingers, the sound of the piano sounded, and everything inside and outside Yueyang Tower suddenly became quiet.
Many bachelors were moved by the melodious music, as if Miss Ningxiang's delicate fingers were brushing against their bodies and tugging at their heartstrings.
Many bachelors who were proficient in piano music felt their hearts tremble.
Qinyin Tongshu... master!
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at the same time.
In an inconspicuous corner outside Yueyang Tower, Dayan Emperor Lin Yunhong, Lin Yi, Prince Teng and Mei Zheren sat at the table and listened to the music of the piano without disturbing anyone.
'Why does this piece of music sound a little familiar? '
Lin also doesn't know how to play the piano, but as a person who likes calligraphy and poetry, how could he not like listening to Chinese and ancient music?
This is the quintessence of the country!
