"Sir! Someone outside wants to see you."
On the night of the Beginning of Summer, Zuo Ning, who was taking care of his final clothes in the courtyard, heard the movement at the courtyard door and turned to look at Lao Li who came to report the news.
"It's me, Captain."
Zuo Ning saw the man following Lao Li and recognized him at a glance.
It was the jailer I saw in the Third Prison yesterday.
"Oh? Is it you? What's going on in prison?"
"Report to the captain, Duan Shenghun died in prison this morning. As for Zhu Yan, there has been no progress. He still has the attitude of a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and his mouth is harder than a stone. Prince Shen also knows Regarding the situation in prison yesterday, I left a message to the captain, he said, Monk Jingchen must be alive, nothing else matters."
Monk Jingchen? That monk from Jiuzhang Temple? He probably hoped to win over the abbot of Jiuzhang Temple through Jingchen. After all, besides himself, there was no other martial saint on his side, and Shen Yunzhou and others did not know that he was a martial saint.
Tonight will be the Beginning of Summer Poetry Festival. As the main participant, Zuo Ning took out a paper lantern from his sleeves and handed it into the hands of the prison officer, and then said with a smile:
"Today is the Beginning of Summer Poetry Festival. I heard that there will be a part of putting the lanterns on the Qingzheng River at the end. Seeing as you are not prepared, I will give you one. Then you can go and make a wish or something."
Looking at the lantern in his hand, the prison messenger felt a little strange, but he still solemnly put away the lantern given by Zuo Ning, then nodded and said goodbye to Zuo Ning:
"I still have things to do in prison. I'll go back first. Thank you Captain for the lantern. To be honest, this is the first time for a person like me who knows nothing to participate in a poetry gathering even if it's just a lantern."
"Go ahead."
After the jailer left, Shen Luan, who was wearing a light blue dress, walked out of the room under the leadership of Yaotao. Her face was lightly painted with pink and white, and her lips were dotted with rouge, giving her a somewhat elegant look. She also has somewhat charming peach blossom eyes and a smile that looks like a crescent moon.
"Husband."
Looking at his beautiful wife, Zuo Ning smiled slightly and lowered his head to adjust his clothes so as not to embarrass his wife later.
"Where's Dahan? Are you ready?"
"I'm coming!"
Just when Shen Luan turned to look at Lu Shuihan's wing and asked something, Lu Shuihan floated out of the wing wearing a long white dress of the same color as usual, with red lips, unpainted eyebrows, and green eyes. Ruoshuixing is a little less heroic and more graceful than before.
Zuo Ning walked forward with a smile, held the two people in his arms, and after licking their cheeks, shouted out the door:
"Is the car ready?"
"I've been waiting for a long time!"
Old Tang still went to the school grounds, so it was Old Li who drove the car. Since he started working in Zuofu, Old Li's life is now much more nourishing than what he had spent most of his life in the military camp, so he has to work extra hard. Hard work and dedication.
After knowing that Lao Li had packed everything for the trip, Zuo Ning looked at the two of them with a smile:
"Babies, get in the car."
"Eh~ It's so disgusting."
"By the way, we still have to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to pick up Ling Yun. Husband, don't forget it."
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There are poetry gatherings in the capital at least four times a year, Beginning of Spring, Beginning of Summer, Beginning of Autumn, and Beginning of Winter. If there is a special event, Shen Yi will also choose to hold a poetry gathering to celebrate. For example, when he obtained Hailongzhi before, Northern Yan Yan The Yunzhou Army defeated a main force in the Northern Liao Dynasty in the first battle, and Zuo Ning was named the Fourth Young Master of Qingzheng. It was at that poetry meeting that he began to become famous in the world.
The general's white horse is like a shooting star, he ascends to the front and wields thousands of troops in remote areas.
The knight's sharp armor and golden halberd can defeat hundreds of formations and gain fame.
This is a poem written by the old prime minister after he heard about the great victory in Yanzhou. He was so happy that he participated in a poetry meeting in person.
This song "General's Journey" was also rated as the best poet in that poetry meeting and was hung high above the Wenqu Tower.
Arriving at the Wenqu Pavilion, which was already bustling with people, Zuo Ning looked at the song "General's Journey" above his head, describing himself, and a feeling of great joy could not help but arise in his heart, although he did not value such a false reputation very much. Very concerned.
On the wooden sign next door are several poems written by Shen Luan and Gu Lingyun. Only Shen Luan's poem is on this year's Beginning of Spring Poetry Conference, and the rest are still marked with Gu Lingyun's name.
"I didn't pay much attention to these activities before. This year's Beginning of Spring Poetry Festival was forced by Ling Yun, so I only came here once."
Seeing Zuo Ning carefully reading the wooden sign hanging on the roof, Shen Luan took Zuo Ning's arm and explained softly.
Judging from her temperament, she would indeed prefer quiet situations to these noisy places.
"Princess, Captain, Miss Gu, please follow me to the box upstairs."
Seeing this group of dazzling people, the maid in charge of receiving the guests recognized them at a glance, so she hurriedly came to them and took the initiative to lead them. Then the little girl secretly looked at Zuo Ning's face, and her face was filled with emotion. Got a bit of a blush.
"Thanks."
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"Hey, Zhixing! That one seems to be Zuo Ning...the eldest princess, Miss Gu and a white-haired beauty, but women are very popular..."
Luo Zhixing, who was sitting in the lobby downstairs, was chatting and drinking with his friends. He didn't notice the arrival of Zuo Ning and his group at first, until his friend next to him bumped into him, and then he noticed that they were going upstairs. Zuo Ning and his party.
There was an outrageously handsome young master, and there were four stunning beauties with stunning looks and different styles around him. Luo Zhixing was immediately jealous to the point of feeling a little separated. However, since he was tortured by his father and aunt, After understanding how terrifying the power behind Zuo Ning was, Luo Zhixing could only suppress all these negative emotions.
Moreover, because of some arrangements at home, Luo Zhixing became a lot more honest after getting married, and seemed much more stable to his friends.
"Captain Zuo is an outstanding person, it's normal."
He looked calm and didn't seem to care at all. Then he poured wine for his friend and said with a smile:
"I've woken up a long time ago, okay? Now, the person sitting in front of you is no longer the good-for-nothing young man before, but Luo Zhixing, who is about to win the title of Poetry Leader! Hahahahaha, drink!"
Seeing Luo Zhixing making fun of himself and talking nonsense, it was really a bit different from the useless person he was not long ago.
His friend also laughed and drank with him, waiting for the poetry meeting to begin.
