"With this situation, if I can make a good song and catch everyone's eyes, I'm afraid it will benefit a lot." Tian Jiabing sighed.
Now that Zhao Huaicai has gone to Beijing to take the exam, there are only three of them left among the so-called four great talents.
"Indeed, Mr. Wang is good at frontier poems, Drunkard is good at landscape poetry, Mr. Zheng is good at poetry, and Mr. Liu is good at pastoral poetry."
"Even if they specialize in different directions, these two people together can be called the purple gold beam that supports the sea and the white jade pillar that holds the sky up in the southern literary world."
"It's a pity that Brother Zhao left early. Otherwise, if I had admired everyone's style and gained some teachings, I would have been more confident in the spring." Lu Huailiang said.
Among the three, Pang Juanzhi, who had always been open-minded and optimistic, remained silent.
Because his poetry is the best among the three, he naturally has the greatest pressure.
In other words, he is the leader among the younger generation of Huainan literary circles.
When the poetry recital begins, most of the people's eyes will fall on his head. How can he not be nervous?
Seeing his appearance, Lu Huailiang didn't feel like saying anything more, but kept quiet and let him think about it.
If it were in the past, he might be jealous of Pang Juanzhi's fame.
But today is different from the past. If Pang Juanzhi became famous today, he would become famous throughout Huainan.
From now on, when Lu Huailiang goes out, his face will be more radiant, and he will naturally lose his jealousy.
In front of outsiders, the Huainan literary world is still very united.
On the high platform, the five people took their seats one after another.
Zheng Ximeng took the lead and said: "Brother Qin, we said goodbye to each other in the capital, but we haven't seen each other for many years now!"
Qin Xiuwen also sighed for a while. The people in front of him were all his friends, classmates, or colleagues in the capital.
After so many years, we met again, and I was naturally excited for a while.
"Brother Qin is still the same as before, and his demeanor is still the same. Unlike me, he looks more and more like a bad old man." Mr. Drunkard, who has a three-foot long beard and gray temples, said.
"What are you talking about? Wen Ruo indulges in the landscape all day long, and is unrestrained and uninhibited. It's too late for us to envy him." Wang Tiexuan, who is usually stern and unsmiling, can't help but raise the corners of his mouth and speak briskly when facing his old friend for many years.
Wenruo is the word of Mr. Drunkard.
If the relationship is not deep, it may be difficult to know.
"We'll talk about the gossip later. I see that all the Huainan talents are impatient. Let's start first." Liu Wenzhou suggested.
But who would have thought that Qin Xiuwen shook his head: "No, there are still distinguished guests who have not arrived yet."
"Dignified guest?"
In front of them, who in the literary world can be called a distinguished guest?
"I'm sorry, I'm late." Just when everyone was confused, a voice came.
A young man wearing black armor and a three-foot green sword on his waist walked over.
I saw that although this person was tall and tall, his eyebrows were particularly gentle, and he was quite feminine.
If he is willing to put on a Confucian robe, he is a gentleman like jade, and he must be this kind of person.
Wearing armor, it looks a bit nondescript.
But no one among the people present dared to make similar remarks.
Instead, they all stood up, bent down to salute, and said respectfully: "I have met Prince Jing."
Yes!
The man in front of me with gentle brows and soft voice is Prince Jing!
The current emperor’s parent and son!
How noble is his status?
Not to mention them, even when Hu Yan came, he had to bow his head and bow.
This is the majesty of the royal family.
"No gift."
"Zhirou, come out and meet everyone."
After King Jing finished speaking, everyone realized that there was a slightly smaller figure in white behind King Jing.
At this time, he walked forward and saw his appearance.
He is really...a rare young master in troubled times and a handsome young man.
"Everyone, Xiaosheng is polite here." Xiang Zhirou was very excited to see so many people at once, but she did not break her etiquette. She was extremely considerate in everything she said and did.
"I've met the young master." Everyone said one after another.
Just kidding, although I don’t know this person, at least he was brought by Prince Jing. He is probably a relative of the emperor, so how can we neglect him?
Soon, King Jing took his seat, and Xiang Zhirou sat next to him.
The people on the high platform became seven.
At this time, there were also sharp-eyed people in the audience who saw Prince Jing but did not recognize him.
"Brother Juan, Brother Lu, who is that in the stands? How can he be the leader!" Tian Jiabing said.
Lu Huailiang didn't pay much attention at first, but after taking a closer look, he was shaking like chaff, with beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "That...that's Prince Jing!"
Hearing this, Pang Juanzhi's face turned even paler.
Did even Prince Jing come?
"let's start."
On the high platform, Prince Jing spoke.
Qin Xiuwen understood and immediately stepped forward and said:
"The Huainan Poetry Festival has officially begun."
"I hope you will encourage me and use your beautiful poems to promote my name in Huainan!"
As soon as this statement came out, the crowd in the audience suddenly became noisy. While the atmosphere was warm, there was also a bit of tension.
Fortunately, the poetry meeting does not require reciting poems as soon as it starts.
But... the food and wine must be served first.
This man is iron and his rice is steel.
Even if you are reciting poems and writing poems, you can't do it on an empty stomach, right?
Speaking of food and wine, Qin Xiuwen said to Prince Jing on the high platform:
"I heard that the prince is coming, Qin specially prepared dishes from two restaurants, and I hope the prince will taste them."
Then he explained clearly the dispute between Feihong Restaurant and Tenglong Restaurant.
This was Gu Beichuan's main purpose for finding Qin Xiuwen, but in Qin Xiuwen's opinion, it was just a trivial matter. How could it be as important as letting Gu Beichuan go on stage to compose poetry?
If Prince Jing doesn't come and it's just him and a few old friends, there's no need to even mention this matter.
But now that Prince Jing is here, these dishes must be tasted by Prince Jing first, so they have to be mentioned.
After Qin Xiuwen finished speaking, King Jing Xiang Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and became angry.
"There is such a thing, I want to see it."
When Xiang Zhirou on the side heard this, her eyes widened slightly, looking a little surprised.
Feihong Restaurant? Isn’t this Gu’s restaurant?
She also tasted the taste of the dishes that day.
To be honest, for ordinary people, it is naturally an excellent delicacy.
But for princes and nobles like them, who are well-dressed and well-fed, it is not enough.
Brother Jing Wang, I'm afraid he won't like it.
Thinking of this, Xiang Zhirou couldn't help but frown slightly, and a touch of worry arose in her heart.
When the time comes, if Brother Jing gets angry, I will definitely give him some words of comfort.
"What's wrong?" Xiang Qingfeng asked as if he noticed something strange about her.
"It's okay." Xiang Zhirou put away her emotions and smiled sweetly.
"In that case, let's serve it."
After giving the order, not long after, a boy came dragging the dinner plate.
The dinner plate was covered with a piece of white cloth. Under the white cloth, there was an obvious pot-like bulge, which was obviously the dish.
As we got closer, a rich and mellow aroma wafted out.
This does not seem to be the aroma of one ingredient, but a mixture of various ingredients. Hearing it, people can't help but move their fingers.
Just when everyone was guessing what this first dish was.
The dinner plate had been presented to Prince Jing. He lifted the white cloth and the dishes came into view.
Exactly...
