Cat King Sprinkling Sugar Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

Zhuyunzhai is a good place for literati in the capital to drink and express their talents in poetry.

On weekdays, literati go there to listen to the elegant sound of silk and bamboo orchestras, taste tea and drink wine, and at the end of each month, Zhuyunzhai will hold a poetry meeting.

Coincidentally, a few days after helping him to come to this world, it was the day of the Zhuyunzhai Poetry Contest.

Dakang is open to the people, and the government rarely controls various folk activities. The common people have their own ways of playing, and literati and inkmen also have their own ways of playing. The poetry conference is one of them.

When the night light first came on, he helped him fulfill his promise and brought Luo Xu to Zhuyunzhai.

At this time, the Zhuyun Zhai was already overcrowded, with three or five people sitting around in groups, whispering.

He helped him lead Luo Xu straight up to the private room on the second floor, and Luo Xu, who was originally reserved and polite to the outside world, burst out of joy when he entered the room, lying on the window and looking downstairs.

After a while, a melodious guqin sounded, and the originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet.

"Daddy, here we come!" Luo Xu shouted to help him, and then he was lying on the window sill, holding his breath like the scholars downstairs, looking forward to it.

The sound of the guqin stopped, and the four sets of scrolls hanging above the stands fell down immediately. The four themes of tonight's poetry conference have been announced.

Bright moon, spring breeze, three meals, four seasons.This is the theme of the poems written by the contestants in this competition.

There is no threshold for the competition of the Poetry Contest, as long as anyone who enters Zhuyunzhai can answer.The top three winners are selected for each theme, and then the top three winners of these four themes compete together. The poems they write must include these four themes, and the winner wins.

The winner can get 3 taels of silver bills provided by Zhuyunzhai. Of course, for the children of high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital, this 3 taels is nothing at all.But winning the first class means that he is the number one talented person in the capital. He is honored and admired by everyone. This is not the glory brought by the family, but a proof of his ability.

If one was born in white and won the first prize at the Poetry Contest, he would soon be recruited as an aide by several princely officials in the capital, and he would instantly rise to the top and rise to the top.

As soon as the key words of the poem came out, the downstairs was surprisingly quiet, and the literati and inkmen were all composing poems quickly in their own minds.

Everyone was immersed in such a tense atmosphere, and Futa in the private room couldn't help being affected, and his whole body tensed up.Soon a gong sounded, and many servants quickly poured into the hall. They interspersed between the tables and aisles, collected all the poems written by everyone, and taught them to the stewards in the stands.

In front of everyone, the steward quickly flipped through the thick rice paper in his hand, quickly selected the top three, and then handed it back to the three young men, asking them to circulate the poems of the top three.Originally, Xia Xia was still filled with righteous indignation that he was not selected, and secretly scolded the blind man in charge. After seeing the poems written by the top three, everyone was silent.

Seeing that the information circulated below was almost the same, the steward in the stands asked, "Does anyone have any objections to the top three?"

"no!"

Seeing that no one had any objection to this result, the steward picked up a pen and wrote the names of the top three on the first scroll.

This is where the steward of Zhuyunzhai excels. You must know that there are dozens of literati who come to the Poetry Conference, and they don't sign their poems, but every time the steward can clearly recognize who the poem is for. What you do, this kind of ability to know people by words is rare in the world.

Something happened to Zhu Yunzhai before because of not signing it. People with bad intentions made this idea and insisted on claiming that the first-class poems that were not their own were their own.

It is also stupid to say that this person who insists on impersonating him is stupid. Whoever wrote this poem can write an identical copy in front of everyone, and everyone can recognize it just by handwriting.This person revealed his secrets on the spot and was kicked out, and the news spread throughout the capital. This person became notorious all of a sudden, and all the original friends stayed away.

The next round begins.Helping him to listen to the people below chattering and chattering a lot, he soon lost interest. Thanks to the father and son, the little Luo Xu lay on the window sill and quickly chatted, his eyes wandered around, and he saw the opposite side. The two poems on the two vertical plaques on the wall immediately became interesting.

"Daddy, what's that?"

Help him to look in the direction of his son's finger, and when he looks at the words on the vertical plaque, his forehead is full of black lines.Son, you're flattering your father too much, your father can't understand...

Fu He was thinking about what to say when he suddenly heard a chuckle.

"Boy, are you from our capital? You don't even know about this?"

Helping him to look around for the sound, he saw a head protruding from the window of the private room next door.

"This is the poem written by our regent Xie Yin for the first time at the Poetry Conference ten years ago. He personally mentioned the words on this plaque. Look at the handwriting. It is smooth and beautiful, with vigorous and powerful strokes. It is truly unprecedented. After so many years, no one has been able to replace this plaque."

Luo Xu looked at the person who spoke: "Uncle, I wasn't even born ten years ago!"

I didn't come here ten years ago.Helping him to follow suit added in his heart.

Being called uncle, only 17-year-old Jia Mingzhu's eyes widened in anger.It's a pity that Jia Mingzhu has a chubby round head and round brain, and her eyes are naturally small and squinted. Even a stare has no deterrent effect.

"Hmph! Which family are you a child of? I am the eldest son of the dignified Pingyin Marquis Mansion. Be careful that I will sue your mansion!"

Luo Xu was not afraid of Jia Mingzhu's threat, he puffed out his small chest, and snorted: "Xu'er is not talented, he is the same son as you! My father is the British Duke Luo Ming!"

Jia Mingzhu listened to Luo Xu's words, her eyes widened in surprise, and she helped him to stick his head out of the window, ready to see the appearance of the speaker next door, but he just looked at the round head of the next door, and immediately Then he saw the head suddenly disappear from his sight.

There was a loud bang from the next door, and when she saw the famous British Duke with her own eyes, Jia Mingzhu couldn't control herself and suddenly fell down.

oops!This is the British Duke who was brave and good at fighting on the battlefield and became the general of Zhenbei at a young age!

Jia Mingzhu admired the regent Xie Yin since he was a child, and in his heart, Luo Ming was on par with him. He had always wanted to see this prince, but he did not expect to meet him suddenly this time.

Jia Mingzhu was very excited, but soon thinking that she had just spoken to his son in front of him, Jia Mingzhu's heart suddenly turned cold.

He must not leave a bad impression on the British Duke. Jia Mingzhu only had this idea in his mind. He took a few deep breaths in the room, opened the door and walked out.

Luo Xu from the next room had lost his freshness and was no longer interested in this poetry conference, so he helped him and led him out of the private room.

There was a sound from the door of the private room next door at the same time, helping him to turn his head to look, the two of them stared blankly at each other.

It was the first time for Fu He to see this young man in its entirety. This heir of the Pingyin Hou Mansion is chubby, with a tiger head and a tiger brain, and looks a little cute.

Helping him nodded and retracted his gaze to leave.

Seeing that Fu He was about to leave, Jia Mingzhu became anxious and immediately shouted: "Stop!"

After shouting, Jia Mingzhu was about to cry with a bitter face. In the past, his father often scolded him for being stupid and he didn't think it was a problem, but just now he yelled at the British Duke and stopped. Jia Mingzhu now wants to die. He should be more calm, his voice gentler, and say please stay!

The footsteps helping him stopped, and when she turned her head, she saw Jia Mingzhu's blushing face, her lips opened and closed for a long time, before she said, "I was rude to the young prince just now, please don't take offense, Duke British."

Hearing Jia Mingzhu's words, he helped him to smile. The young man in front of him was not very old, and he didn't say anything serious just now. If he minded these things, he would be too narrow-minded.

Helping him to smile and reply: "No problem."

Looking at the smile on Fu He's face, Jia Mingzhu held back for a long time, and finally said it in a very low voice: "My name is Jia Mingzhu, and I hope the father-in-law will remember me when we meet again next time."

After finishing speaking, Jia Mingzhu turned her buttocks and ran away with the servant, helped him to be stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Jia Mingzhu, Mingzhu is a good name, but why does it sound so bad when paired with Jia...

This matter was just a small episode, Fu He didn't take it to heart, bought some gadgets with Luo Xu and went back home.

Day by day, Luo Ming took over the title seven years ago, and now he is an idle prince, no longer going to court, and he is very leisurely on weekdays.

After leaving the mansion for a while, Luo Xu rarely studied seriously with the teacher these few days, and helped him to nest in the study room to copy Buddhist scriptures for the old lady every day.

Since the death of the old man, the old lady no longer has to go to war with her husband, she goes to the Putuo Temple outside the city to pay respects to the Buddha every month. It has not stopped for decades, but now that she is old, the old lady is not well. If I help him, I will copy the Buddhist scriptures on his behalf, and tomorrow I will go to Putuo Temple to offer the Buddhist scriptures in person.

Helping him to copy Buddhist scriptures in the house, there was a noise outside the house, Luo Xu came running in after a while, and asked, "Daddy, are you going to Putuo Temple tomorrow?"

Helping him put down his pen, he looked at the sweaty Luo Xu who was running away and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Xu grabbed the sleeves that supported him, and said coquettishly, "Daddy, take me with you! Xu'er also wants to go and pray for great-grandfather, grandfather, and uncles."

Fuhe knew that it was this kid who didn't want to study and found a reason to leave the house, but after hearing what he said, Fuhe felt comforted, at least this kid was thinking about his deceased ancestors.

Helping him nodded and agreed, Luo Xu cheered, turned around and ran away.

The next day, he helped him take Luo Xu to the Putuo Temple outside the city in the British Duke's carriage.

The Putuo Temple is located on the top of a green hill ten miles outside the city. It is full of incense on weekdays, and many wives and family members of dignitaries come to worship the Buddha.

Just half a mile outside the city, there was a sudden noise in front of him, and the whole ground shook, especially when he was sitting in the carriage helping him.

He immediately opened the curtain and looked out, and saw a group of more than a dozen fierce horses galloping towards him in the distance. The leader was a man in a black python robe, with deep and stern features, suddenly, a group of people were already helping him They passed by and rushed to the city.

Looking at this person's clothes, he should be the regent king!

Without thinking too much, he helped him instruct the coachman to continue driving, and finally arrived at Putuo Temple after an hour.