"So it's Brother Chen. How is your sister's health lately?" the prince asked diligently.
Chen Xueyun sighed helplessly: "It's not getting better, and I'm helpless."
The prince had no choice but to give up: "Everyone, please come in. We are holding another poetry gathering today. I hope Brother Chen can participate in your sister's place."
Jing Yu followed Chen Xueyun inside. This time he and Chen Xueyun were the only ones here. Qiao Xu and Ningqu should have gone shopping.
The Crown Prince's Mansion is not as big as the Chen Mansion. This may be the Crown Prince's second residence, specially used for holding banquets. This poetry meeting basically invited the younger generation of wealthy noble families from all over Yangzhou to participate, and many of them came because of Chen Xiayun who would have appeared.
Jing Yu looked at the venue for the poetry meeting. It was in a corridor next to a courtyard, with a pool in the center. The corridor was wider than usual and was paved with wooden boards. There was a row of coffee tables and everyone sat on futons. Jing Yu was next to Chen Xueyun, and the two of them shared a coffee table.
The process of the poetry meeting is very simple. Everyone draws lots and provides about half an hour, usually with an hourglass timer. Then they recite their poems in order, and finally everyone judges the merits. Generally speaking, Chen Xiayun comes out on top when participating in such activities.
Jing Yu is not in a hurry to write poetry, Chen Xueyun's poetry is much better than him. Although Jing Yu had a stock of ancient poems from his previous life, which were stunning when he took them out, he had no intention of using them. His attention was now focused on the Prince's Mansion and the surrounding guests. Jing Yu speculated that there must be a problem between the two that caused Chen Xiayun to be in his current state.
The pool is crystal clear and there are no fish in it, so they can be eliminated first. There is nothing around the corridor, so it is unlikely to cause any stimulation to the guests. As for the guests, Jing Yu really couldn't tell whether there was a problem with these guests. If a certain guest was a demon in disguise, then he really couldn't tell.
So Jing Yu turned sideways to Chen Xueyun and said, "I don't see any problems at the moment. Let's attend the poetry meeting as usual. We can wait until the poetry meeting is over."
Chen Xueyun tapped her finger and drew the word "yes" on the coffee table.
Next, it was Chen Xueyun's turn to read a poem. He picked up the rice paper, walked back and forth in the corridor, and read loudly: "With the sound of firecrackers, one year is passed away, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. On the day when thousands of families reunite, new luck comes. Until the old year passes away."
Jing Yu's face turned pale when he heard the first half, and he was even more caught off guard when the second half came out. He looked at Chen Xueyun with his head held high and his chest tremblingly, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on with this poem?"
Chen Xueyun didn't notice Jing Yu's slight expression: "I saw that Brother Jing didn't say the second half of such a beautiful line, so I filled it in and fulfilled my wish."
Good guy, you made up the poem I didn't finish memorizing on New Year's Day... Jing Yu suddenly felt powerless.
The prince took the lead and stood up and cheered: "Brother Chen is also full of knowledge! This poem is very good, especially the last one. It vividly describes the scene of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new during the Spring Festival. It contains the longing for spring and is rich in connotation. You should appreciate it! Come and get some scrolls of paintings, I want to give it to Brother Chen!"
Everyone at the table cheered and praised the Chen family for having a son and a daughter who were so talented.
Only Jing Yu smiled awkwardly.
Just when Jing Yu thought that the poetry meeting was over and he could concentrate on the investigation, the prince made a suggestion: "I think this poetry meeting is a bit rushed, but there is a young man next to Brother Chen who has not composed a poem. Since they are all here, why not give him a favor?" Any thoughts?"
Only then did the guests notice that there was a young man with dead fish eyes next to Chen Xueyun. Jing Yu felt the focus of everyone's eyes and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Chen Xueyun, who was watching the excitement, didn't mind the trouble and added fuel to the flames: "Brother Jing, it's time for everyone to see your poetic talent."
Jing Yu really wanted to give him a blow. He couldn't write poetry at all, and he could only write poetry out of his back. However, Jing Yu didn't expect to be a great poetry fairy, so he kept holding it back. It was hard to get off the tiger today, so Jing Yu had no choice but to memorize a rhyme poem to get through.
"Does this dear friend need paper and pen?" The prince asked politely.
Jing Yu waved his hands, stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked up into the distance, and let his thoughts go.
"After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs flow up the rocks. The bamboos return to Huannu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay." At the end of a five-character poem, Jing Yu Still pretending to be a master, standing gracefully.
Everyone was intoxicated by the beautiful artistic conception. The realm of this poem was higher than all the poems in the poetry meeting put together. It can be called a famous poem through the ages. The prince even hugged Jing Yu excitedly: "It turns out that this little friend is the one who hides his secrets! May I ask your name? I can visit you some other day."
"Jing Yu, I live in the capital. It's a long way to go, so I won't force you to do anything," Jing Yu said modestly.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm familiar with the capital. I'll definitely go!"
The prince is very happy today. Although he has not met Chen Xiayun, it is not bad to meet a young talent. He can pick it up without a draft, and he is amazing and talented. Many nobles came forward to praise him and surrounded Jing Yu, but this facilitated his investigation.
After talking with the guests, he confirmed that the problem did not lie with the people participating in the poetry meeting. So how did this poetry club keep a woman who was keen on writing poetry from leaving her boudoir?
Suddenly, there was a strange feeling in Jing Yu's mind, as if someone's thoughts were inserted into his sea of consciousness, like a straw connected to him, slowly absorbing his memory of poems, which lasted for about a few minutes. Jing Yu was surprised I found that I couldn't even recite King Luo Bin's "Goose Song". He suddenly became alarmed that someone was jealous of his talent and was depriving him of his mastery of poetry.
"No, something is very wrong with this Prince's Mansion." Jing Yu leaned into Chen Xueyun's ear and said, "All the poems in my mind were snatched away by an inexplicable force."
Chen Xueyun obviously couldn't understand this situation.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Jing Yu could only act on his own. He applied to visit the Prince's Mansion. The excuse was that he admired the layout of the Prince's Mansion and wanted to learn from it, so he would decorate it like this after returning to Beijing. The prince happily agreed and didn't make any arrangements. He just let Jing Yu go in and take a look.
Arriving at the inner courtyard, there were only a few servants passing by in a hurry, and there wasn't much movement elsewhere. Jing Yu looked around and found a path that seemed to lead to a corner somewhere. Cross the path and arrive at a bamboo forest.
Jing Yu then walked inside and found a creature that looked like a pig but had horns on its head. This was the monster raised by the prince. Jing Yu didn't recognize this monster, so he had to go back and call Chen Xueyun.
"I've seen it in a book. It's called Chewing Wen. It's said to devour people's literary spirit. Whoever's literary spirit is strong will be eaten by it. No wonder... I didn't expect that the prince mistakenly raised this kind of monster." Chen Xueyun asked. He said while holding his chin.
Jing Yu patted Zhan Wen and asked him to spit out his Wen Qi. Zhan Wen was very reluctant, but after seeing the thick and black iron pipe in Jing Yu's hand, he spat out his Wen Qi aggrievedly and felt helpless. Collapsed to the ground. Jing Yu instantly felt refreshed and all his poetry reserves were back.
"Take it and explain it clearly to the Crown Prince and bring it back to the Chen Mansion. Your sister has been deceived and suspects that she is exhausted and mentally unstable. That's why she can't leave the house." Jing Yu hugged Zhan Wen and raised his feet. Go outside.
Sure enough, the prince knew nothing about it, and he suddenly realized it when he learned about the food that Chew Wen had, and he was a little embarrassed. He planned to accompany Chen Xueyun and Jing Yu, so Quan should apologize.
Chen Xiawen learned that the crown prince was visiting and refused to meet him. He looked heartbroken and his pale face was even more colorless. Chen Xueyun comforted: "Sister, I know your problem and have found a solution. His Royal Highness is also worried about you, so please come out first."
Chen Xiayun reluctantly walked out of the door, his head lowered along the way, not daring to look at the prince. Prince Ming just laughed. He bought Zhiwen from a vendor at the time, thinking it was a new breed of pet pig.
Jing Yu directly pointed the blunderbuss at Zhan Wen: "What else? Spit out the ones before. Do you know how many people you have killed?"
Zhan Wen shook his head desperately, but it was still instinctively afraid of the dark barrel, so it had to spit out all the Wen Qi and collapsed weakly on the ground, with tears of despair flowing from the corners of its eyes. Although Chen Xiayun had been tricked by him, he couldn't help but soften when he saw the despair on the little guy's face. He held it in his arms, felt the warmth of the woman in front of him, and looked at her gratefully.
"Is there any way to prevent it from taking advantage of the literary spirit?" Jing Yu looked at Chen Xueyun.
Chen Xueyun closed her eyes and recalled the contents of the book: "The only alternative is a collection of poetry. I seem to need two books every day. It must be a collection of poetry by everyone in the literary world."
"Then I'll buy it and I'll raise it." Chen Xiayun volunteered.
When the prince saw his pet in Chen Xiayun's hands, he felt secretly happy. This was the first step for the two of them. He immediately agreed: "That's fine. I don't necessarily have time to take care of it, so I'll leave it to Miss Xia Yun."
"It's okay. You can come to Chen Mansion to see it more next time." Chen Xiayun waved his hand.
Chen Xueyun was used to it, but Jing Yu smiled like an aunt, which was meaningful. Why does this phrase feel so familiar? In my previous life, there seemed to be a similar saying, "My cat can do backflips. Do you want to come and see?".
"Sometimes I envy you. The Crown Prince's status... is not accessible to ordinary people." Jing Yu gently nudged Chen Xueyun with his elbow.
Chen Xueyun turned around blankly: "What do you mean?"
"Nothing." Jing Yu whistled and turned to leave.
A few days later, everyone set off to return to Beijing. Chen Xueyun reluctantly said goodbye to her parents and got on the fast boat she came from. After returning to Dingmingsi, there were two more pieces of good news. One was that Song Qian had broken through to the seventh level of heavenly consciousness. He had been cultivating his sword, and the power of his sword was restless. His flying sword was vibrating all day long. Song Qian's speculation He can split mountains with one sword. The second good news is that the monthly salary has been paid. Jing Yu's salary has been increased. In the new January, he will be a hero again. (To be continued)
