[Red House] That natural stay

The sky was clear and cloudless today, with a refreshing breeze.The dazzling sunlight hit the dense leaves, giving off a faint golden light.

After Mo Yu and Mo Jue had breakfast, they went out together.There were very few people along the way, which was completely different from the prosperous appearance in the past, but this abnormal scene did not make the two of them pause in the slightest.Go straight to your destination.

Not long after walking, the two had to stop.Because everything in front of me can be described as 'a sea of ​​people' is not an exaggeration.A large high platform stood in the center of the crowd. At this time, several middle-aged men who looked quite 'official' were already sitting on it, and there were a few seats vacant among them.Presumably it was reserved for some important people.

This is exactly the 'Poetry Conference' that I heard at the gate of the city that day. After hearing this, Mo Jue was a little moved, so the two of them are here now.

"What should I do?" Turning his head to look at Mo Yu beside him, there was already a crowd of people ahead, and it was not easy to squeeze in.But he who just came out of the deep mountains and old forests obviously didn't know that there is something called the privileged class in this world, no, it should be said that he had forgotten it.

"You don't have to worry about that." Mo Yu smiled, and then pulled him towards the alley where there was no one around.Arriving at a corner, after making sure that no one could see it, he reached out and knocked on the wooden door that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. With a soft creak, the door opened from the inside.

A boy in dark blue clothes was revealed, "Mr. Mo, you are here." The man smiled obsequiously, and opened the door with a bow.

"En." He replied lightly, without any intention of introducing Mo Jue beside him.

The boy was also very clever, and he didn't talk too much.Randomly caused the road ahead, "Please, two young masters!"

Turning and turning, he finally stopped at a simple and elegant gate.The boy had already left, Mo Yu pushed open the door and walked in first.

Mo Jue followed closely behind, and as soon as he entered the door, it was full of colors.Compared with the small garden in Mo's house, it is even more dazzling.Of course, this is not the time to appreciate comparisons.Holding hands by Mo Yu, the two quickly reached the inner part of the house, reached out and knocked on the door of the compartment a few times, then pushed the door open and walked in.

There were a few young men sitting inside, talking about something.Hearing the knock on the door, they all turned their heads to look over.

"Brother Mo!" The man closest to the door greeted with a smile.The appearance is ordinary, but the style of the whole body is extraordinary.

"Six princes." Mo Yu smiled and saluted.

"Brother Mo, why should you be so formal, there are no outsiders here." The man said with a smile, got up and took Mo Yu's hand.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then sat down.Of course, it was impossible for Mo Jue to be left behind.

"Jing Zhi, Brother Wang." Youyi smiled at the others.

"Young Master Mo is being polite."

"Hey, who is the little guy next to you." The man called Jing Zhi looked at the boy beside Mo Yu with interest.

The pale blue gown against the white jade-like cheeks made her look even more magnificent. With the expressionless face on her face, she didn't look so young anymore.What's even more intriguing is that, whether it was intentional or not, the young man's outfit today is exactly the same as Mo Yu's.

Since Mo Jue entered the door, everyone has noticed him, but Mo Yu didn't introduce him, and the other two couldn't ask.When Jing Zhi asked this, he expressed the aspirations of several people.

"This is my foster brother, Mo Jue." Mo Yu introduced with a smile, he is willing to pave the way for the boy to build a bridge, as long as he wants.

"Brother? I thought it was your own younger brother. He really looks like him." Fu Yijun, the man called Jingzhi, teased with a half-smile.

"Really?" Mo Yu took a special look at the young man, and the young man also looked at him. "Jing Zhi has good eyesight, maybe Xiao Jue is really my long-lost brother." Then he nodded in agreement as if it was true.

"Hahaha."

The few people chatted instantly, and Mo Jue just listened quietly from the side, without interrupting, and couldn't understand what they were talking about.He took a small breath, which made him sleepy.

"Xiao Jue, are you tired?" Sensing the movement beside him, Mo Yu turned his head and asked softly.

At this time, the young man's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he nodded in a daze.

"Wait for a while, the poetry conference is about to start. Don't be nervous, just perform at your usual level." Seeing that Mo Jue was very interested in the poetry conference that day, I asked him if he had learned it before, and got After the boy nodded, he signed up for him.

Naturally, this poetry conference is not for anyone who wants to participate. Firstly, there is not enough space, and secondly, this poetry conference is held for the former teacher of the current emperor, Taifu Fu.Although Fu Taifu has resigned from office for many years and returned to his hometown Xuancheng to take care of his life, he has insisted on opening schools and continuing to make contributions to the education of southern China.Taking advantage of Fu Taifu's [-]th birthday this time, there is this poetry conference as a "gift".Of course, most people don't know this.But it doesn't affect the enthusiasm of all the talented people. There are [-] places. If anyone wins the favor of a certain Confucian or becomes famous at this poetry conference, it will be a great boost to this year's imperial examination.

Therefore, it can be said that even if you squeeze your head, you want to get a spot.Of course, related households are also indispensable in this process, and they naturally have the same thoughts.

"Oh? Young Master Mo also wants to participate?" the Sixth Prince said in surprise.

Mo Jue nodded as a response.Xia Jin wasn't annoyed either. The young man looked young, but his aura was very stable. Coupled with the scene he saw a few days ago, he naturally didn't have the slightest sense of contempt.

"Since we are on stage, we must come back with a good ranking." At first, I wanted to say number one, but considering Mo Jue's age, Fu Yijun changed his words when it came to his lips.

"Xiao Jue, don't listen to his nonsense. You are still young, just do your best and don't put too much pressure on yourself." Mo Yu glared at Fu Yijun who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and instructed.

"I see." These people had no malice towards him, and Mo Jue had always adopted the principle of ignorance.

Several people have good senses towards him. It is often said that one can judge a person's quality by looking at his eyes. The boy's eyes are black and white, without the slightest impurity, and one can make people feel good at a glance.What's more, the juvenile's clear love and hatred that day showed the appetite of their group of "high-ranking children".

"What are you talking about, you are smiling so happily." Suddenly, a voice with a smile came from behind the few people.

Xia Jin and the others were about to salute, but they were interrupted by his wave.Although Mo Yu didn't recognize the person in front of him, he also guessed the identity of the man who suddenly appeared after seeing the actions of other people.

"Caomin has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Mr. Mo, you don't need to be too polite, I just came to Xuancheng by 'coincidentally'." Xia Tian helped him up.

Mo Yu understood what he meant in the blink of an eye. The prince's visit this time was a private visit, and not many people knew about it.At this time, Mo Jue stood up and saluted under the reminder of the system. This prince is no better than the prince, he is the future ruler of the southern kingdom, so naturally he cannot be offended.Of course, these were all given to him by the system analysis.

"You don't need to be too polite, young master." Xia Tian recognized the young man in front of him at a glance, and helped him up calmly.

Several people were seated.Before I could say a few words, someone came to spread the word that the poetry conference was about to start.

"Xiao Jue, go! Brother Mo will watch over you, don't be afraid." Someone took Mo Jue to the place where the contestants gathered, and finally pulled him.

It wasn't until the boy's back completely disappeared that Mo Yu looked away.

"Hey, when did our eldest son Mo become an old lady?" Fu Yijun teased from the side without fear of trouble.

Mo Yu glanced at him, "Xiao Jue is my younger brother, I don't care who he cares about."

It's not your own brother.He was about to push back, but when he met Mo Yu's serious eyes, he still didn't say anything.Recalling that young man who didn't say much but could not be ignored during the conversation between a few people, the cute and serious way when he talked to Mo Yu.Indeed, if it was his younger brother, he couldn't help but treat him even better, so what if it wasn't his own?

Mo Jue's position is neither front nor back, in the middle, not conspicuous at all.As a group of contestants came out from the secret wing behind, the crowd erupted into warm cheers.

The people gathered below are generally ordinary people, and the rich or powerful have already taken over the restaurants or teahouses around Manmin Terrace.These talented scholars from Xuancheng, who usually have a hard time seeing each other, now appear in front of them in piles, why aren't they excited?

"Okay, be quiet." The majestic voice of the county magistrate successfully quieted the scene. Seeing this scene, he nodded in satisfaction.Perhaps the county magistrate didn't know that his deeds had already spread among the common people.

"I announce that the 'Poetry Conference' held in Xuancheng has officially started!" Without talking nonsense, I went straight to the topic.Next, there will naturally be a dedicated person to explain the rules and precautions of the game.

There are three competitions in total. The first one is to compose a poem at will within the time of a stick of incense.When the time is up, the little boy will present everyone's poems to the judges. Of course, it is also possible to submit them in advance.

For all the talents here, it is not difficult to compose poetry, but the difficulty lies in the word "casual".After thinking about it for a long time, I dared not write. Without a designated topic, no one knew whether the poems I made would catch the eyes of the above-mentioned people.

Taifu Fu saw the hesitation and hesitation of the people below, and shook his head in disappointment, but his face turned slightly better when his eyes touched a light blue figure who was writing vigorously.

This person was Mo Jue. He didn't think too much about it, and he just thought it was fun to participate.Naturally, he did whatever he wanted. When he saw the topic of the first level, he was only silent for a while, and then raised the pen beside him.