"Although there is no moon tonight, it is still the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"I remember...this Mid-Autumn Festival cultural event has been passed down for thousands of years."
"For thousands of years, the poems written by the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Society are nothing more than about the joy of Mid-Autumn Festival reunions and joyful drinking."
"I think such topics are all the same. Mid-Autumn Festival... is not only a time for reunion, but also a time to look at the moon and miss people!"
When Emperor Ning said these words unhurriedly, Ji Tai already knew that the situation was not good.
Because now the emperor rarely even speaks anymore!
He seemed to have lost interest in talking due to his obsession with Taoism and alchemy. Perhaps he felt that talking was a waste of his time and energy.
But it happened that he said so much tonight.
This may be the true expression of his inner feelings for so many years!
Then Li Chenan won't die tonight at least!
At this time, Emperor Ning paused. He picked up the wine cup and took a sip. Then he looked at the courtiers below and said softly:
"Therefore, I think this year's cultural conference should have something new. In this way, we can better see the more agile talents and knowledge of young students from both countries."
"so……"
He leaned over and put down the wine cup. Under everyone's extremely nervous gaze, he said slowly:
"Tonight's topic, please students, please write a poem with the theme of yearning, yearning...concern, or condolences!"
"There should be a bright moon among them to suit the occasion."
"All of you judges are great scholars, so you should be fair!"
Before Emperor Ning finished speaking, a sharp light flashed in Ji Tai's eyes.
But Wei Xuanmo, who also knew about it, felt a turmoil in his heart!
If you look at all the people in the room, the only one who is relatively calm is Concubine Li.
Maybe it was because she had been hoeing the ground and serving the flowers for a long time, but she still didn't seem to care much about this kind of thing.
She lowered her head slightly, looking at her eyes, nose and heart, as if she was in trance, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking at the moment.
The sixth princess Ning Shuyu, who was sitting on one side, looked at her mother anxiously, but her mother didn't look at her, so she didn't know what her mother thought about this.
She looked at Duke Yan who was sitting below.
Duke Yan frowned, obviously he did not expect such a huge change in the development of the matter——
He knew Ji Tai's arrangement.
This question asked by the emperor... was not suggested by Ji Tai at all!
Even this question was not a question that Wei Xuanmo and the great scholars of Ning State submitted to the emperor!
The emperor, who originally had no concern for this matter but was invited by Concubine Ji several times, actually changed the topic for Li Chenan!
This is of course profound.
There is no need for the emperor to make such a big change for an ordinary young man.
So Li Chenan is certainly not an ordinary young man.
who is he?
Is he really the eldest son of the emperor who was lost in the winter of the third year of Zhaohua?
Duke Yan raised his eyes and looked at Li Wenhou, the Minister of Household Affairs.
Li Wenhou lowered his head.
Close your eyes.
Then he let out a long sigh.
In this way, it can be determined.
Duke Yan withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless.
Because Ning Guo no longer has the Shangchehou Mansion.
Even if he, Li Chenan, is really the emperor's eldest son...a rootless root, a rootless water, a rootless tree, even if the emperor thinks of Queen Lu and establishes him as the prince of the East Palace, so what?
Ningguo will only become more chaotic.
The second prince has a better chance!
On the contrary, it is a good thing.
Will this storm in Kyoto trigger the thunder of Yue?
…
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Of course, Li Chenan and others who came down from the main building didn't know about the amazing scene upstairs.
They did not enter the podium again, but went to Moxiang Pavilion under the leadership of the old man.
Next, they will wait on the stage of Moxiang Pavilion for the emperor to pass the decree.
The rain was still falling outside the pavilion.
Under the pavilion, there was still a dark crowd of young Ningguo students in all directions.
Li Rui is among them.
She and her cousin Li Qiuyan stood at the front of the crowd, very close to Moxiang Pavilion.
There are tables and tables in a circle in the Moxiang Pavilion.
There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on the desk.
All the students participating in the competition sat facing the spectators from all directions, and the two sisters Li Rui happened to be standing in front of Li Chenan.
They didn't know yet that this was a situation involving Li Chenan alone against sixteen people from the Yue Kingdom.
They just feel extremely proud, because the Li family's writing style is already very famous in Ningguo, but now there is no more Jinshi in this generation.
Now, their cousin, the young man from the Li family in Guangling City, is sitting on the stage that represents the most talented young people in the Ningguo literary world. This is more glorious than being named on the gold list.
"Is he my cousin Li Chenan?"
Li Qiuyan asked curiously, and Li Rui nodded excitedly, "That's him. My father invited him to his house a few days ago, and I happened to meet him."
"He's quite handsome. Do you think... can he win?"
"Of course, he is the number one talent in our Ning Kingdom!"
Just when Li Rui was excited, an old eunuch had walked to Moxiang Pavilion.
He loudly read out the emperor's proposition about this Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Reunion at the top of his voice. The students outside the Moxiang Pavilion were just a little surprised. After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion was a festive day, but the emperor chose a sad topic.
The Yue students in Moxiang Pavilion were suddenly shocked.
Zuo Anqiu, Yan Biao and others looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes.
Suddenly a thought came into their minds——
What the hell!
Was he deceived by that old thief Jitai?
Ji Tai deliberately used a fake question to make them rack their brains for the past two days.
The old thief still swore that it must be that topic...
It must be a Ni girl!
Now this question and that question are both out of reach, okay? !
So, will the fifteen students from Ningguo still participate in the competition?
They sat in a circle with their backs facing each other, so they could not see the Ning Guo student's expression.
At this moment, the students in Ning Guo were also shocked. It was not that they knew that an accident had occurred, but that the question was really tricky.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I miss people, there is still a moon.
There is nothing wrong with Missing People Under the Moon, and it is also a commonly used scene in poetry and articles.
But it is not easy to win.
Because they are not too old and have little life experience, they can study in Taiyuan University, and their families are considered well-off. It is rare for them to lose their parents at a young age.
So who do you miss?
At most, they are women of the same age.
But if you have never experienced unforgettable love, how can you write a touching poem?
They won’t write the poem, but they will still put themselves in his shoes.
After thinking about it carefully, I realized that this topic is not easy to write well.
They looked at Li Chenan.
Li Chenan still looked calm, and even winked at a girl below!
"Students, answer the questions and it's officially begun!"
As the old eunuch standing in the middle shouted loudly, the students in Moxiang Pavilion put aside their distracting thoughts and began to think hard.
Only Li Chenan is an exception.
He is sharpening his ink.
Then, under the nervous gazes of countless onlookers opposite, he started writing!
Put pen to paper!
Didn't think about it at all!
