Rely on face to eat [Quick Transmigration]

Mid-Autumn Festival Extra Story ([-])

The Hibiscus Flower Festival is the most lively. At noon, thousands of pilgrims have gathered outside Nanshan Temple. It is said that they are pilgrims, but in fact, most of them come to watch the Danqing Banquet.

Everyone knows that the Danqing Banquet is hosted by the eminent monks of Nanshan Temple. All Confucian scholars who have some talents in the capital will come here today to compare their poems and paintings.

And this year's lottery is a tree hibiscus cherished by Master Wuchen - "Golden Age Hibiscus", which has attracted countless people to flock to it.

There was a rumor that the hibiscus cultivated by master Wuchen kept budding for a long time. One night, master Wuchen met a fairy in his dream.

When Master Wuchen woke up, the petals of the hibiscus were slowly unfurling, blooming radiantly and delicately, crowning all the flowers.

A few people followed the monk to the front yard, and happened to see a few young monks carrying the hibiscus plant towards the booth.

"It is said that the flower is the incarnation of a flower fairy." Shen Mian said.

Lu Chen glanced at him, and then looked at Mu Furong, who was carried away by the novice monk. The delicate and charming Furong Kao was overshadowed by the young man's exquisite and picturesque eyebrows.

He unconsciously blurted out: "Not much."

Shen Mian looked at him and said: "My son is not used to pity and cherish jade, so naturally he can't appreciate this kind of delicate hibiscus flower. What does Mr. Gu think, how about this flower?"

Gu Yanzhi glanced at Lu Chen with a downcast face, couldn't help smiling, and said, "This 'Prosperous Hibiscus' is indeed worthy of the title of King of Flowers, but it's just a rumor about the illusion of a flower fairy, but it's very absurd."

Shen Mian said: "Master Gu doesn't believe in ghosts?"

"Do not believe."

Shen Mian said: "I think this story is very beautiful and moving. Since Mr. Gu doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, just let me give up this flower. It's okay if you don't want to give it up. Today I must take the 'Golden Age Hibiscus'. of."

After saying that, he shook his folding fan lightly and walked away slowly.

Gu Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, not knowing which sentence offended him.

Lu Chen raised his lips and said, "Master Gu seems a little confused."

"I also ask the son of the world to give me some advice."

Lu Chen said: "Chengxin's mother passed away a year ago, and he has always refused to admit losing her, so he regards the flower field planted by his mother as her incarnation. If you don't believe it, you are denying his obsession."

Gu Yanzhi nodded, and said: "No wonder. It's just that Shizi understands him so well, so why does he still make him unhappy?"

Lu Chen said: "So what, if he wants it, I just get it for him."

After saying that, he stepped up and chased after him.

Gu Yanzhi pondered for a moment, but smiled.

During the meal, the Prince Jing's son took care of an unnamed young man from Mobei. Just now he said that his biological mother passed away a year ago. Although he came to Beijing not long ago, it is not difficult to guess that the biological mother should be The former empress who died of illness a year ago, and Cheng Xin is the current crown prince.

"Lu Chen, Lu Chen, you remind me again and again, are you telling me that that is the prince of the East Palace, someone I can't even imagine?"

There was a clear scent of wine, Shen Mian took a deep breath, glanced behind her, thought for a while, couldn't hold back, followed the cold scent of wine, and walked into a side courtyard.

A monk in white is sitting under a tree drinking wine.

He was really handsome, even though he was bald and dressed in plain white and simple clothes, he was still pretty.

Shen Mian couldn't help wondering: "Can monks drink alcohol?"

The man was startled, and looked back at him.

Shen Mian bent her lips and said, "You don't have to panic, I won't tell others, but I just lent me a sip of your wine."

The man's hand holding the wine jug tightened slightly, Shen Mian frowned, thinking it was just a jug of wine, so rare?He used to dislike forcing people, and was about to turn around when he heard a very soft "yes" from the man behind him.

Shen Mian walked to his side and also sat on the ground.

He was dressed in a luxurious brocade shirt, with a gold-painted folding fan in his hand, and a priceless pendant around his waist. He looked dignified, no matter where he looked, he would never be sitting on the ground like this, drinking with a monk who broke his precepts. identity.

"Who are you?"

Shen Mian glanced at him, and suddenly acted mischievously, and said, "Speak out, I'm afraid you will be shocked."

"The poor monk will not be surprised."

Shen Mian grinned, "Then listen carefully, I am the son of the current emperor, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Jin Dynasty."

The monk really did as he said, he was not surprised, he just nodded and said, "So that's how it is."

Shen Mian said, "Aren't you surprised?"

"Not surprised." He shook his head and said, "You said you only had one sip."

Shen Mian said: "Why is it so serious, there is no one who just says it."

He raised his head and took another big gulp, and said: "This taste is really good. I can smell the aroma of wine from a distance. I heard that Nanshan Temple has strict discipline. You are very courageous. You dare to break the precept here in broad daylight. Be careful not to be discovered by others." , to be punished with the rod."

The monk just said indifferently: "The precepts are set by people, not by the Buddha."

Shen Mian smiled and said, "That's not bad."

While talking, he unconsciously drank the pot of wine completely. Although he is used to thick-skinned, he also felt a little uneasy about his conscience, so he said: "There are many good wines and wines in the palace. I will bring you some wine some other day. Pot, keep it as good as your pot of Lihuabai."

The monk said: "Okay."

Shen Mian paused, and said: "Master, are you not afraid that I will deceive you? I am very good at deceiving people."

The handsome monk shook his head, "I believe in you."

Shen Mian turned her head to look at him, and there was a little smile in her eyes. He just drank a few more sips, although he wouldn't be drunk immediately, he was a little drunk, so he leaned in front of him and said with a smile: "Why do you believe me? ? Could it be because I was born good-looking?"

His lips were stained with wine, and they were more moist than usual, and his delicate eyebrows were dyed crimson, making him even more bewitching. Come up with a rebuttal.

If this is not good-looking, there will not be many beauties in this world.

The monk lowered his eyelashes silently.

But suddenly a cool touch touched his eyelids, and the prince of the Eastern Palace who had entered by mistake reached out with his long and slender fingertips and lightly touched his eyelashes.

"Your eyelashes are really long. Are all the little monks in Nanshan Temple as handsome as you?"

"..."

Shen Mian blinked her peachy eyes, saw that he was stunned, his ears were a little red, she couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm offended, but I'm telling the truth."

Seeing that it was getting late, he stole a moment of free time, but he still had important things to do, so he stuffed the jug into the monk's hand, and said: "Little Master, I will come to make an apology another day, so let's not spend today."

He stood up, and the slightly drunk and lazy appearance just now was wiped away, and it was that noble and arrogant young man again.

"Wait." The monk suddenly called him, "You just said that you are the prince."

Shen Mian said: "Yes, I am the present prince Shen Chengxin, why, what can little master teach you?"

The monk paused and said, "Nothing, go slowly."

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he ran into Fu Gui who was looking for someone everywhere.

Fugui was so anxious that he was sweating profusely that he almost knelt down to him and shouted eagerly: "Young master! Why did you come out from there? The master in the temple said that the courtyard is a forbidden area and no one is allowed to enter!"

Shen Mian snorted and said with a smile: "I just went in. If you don't tell me, they don't know. What's more, there's nothing special about it."

Seeing that he was fine, Fugui breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Master, the Danqing Banquet has already begun, shall we go there?"

"Why don't you go, it's just the finale when you go late."

He was about to wave the folding fan subconsciously, but found that his hand was empty, probably dropped it in the yard just now, he was in a hurry and had no time to go back to get it, so he had to follow Fugui to the front yard.

"Are the ten names on the roster all here?"

Everyone was suspicious. The first nine names on the roster were all well-known talents in the capital, but the tenth person who hadn't appeared so far was something he had never heard of or seen before.

——Cheng Xin.

Even if you are younger and still studying in the academy, someone must have heard of it.

Sima Wei, the third son of the Sima family, was ranked ninth. When he was young, he was accompanied by the crown prince for several years. He heard the word "Chengxin" from the Taifu in the East Palace in the past. He is as honorable as a prince, and the teacher can also call him by his first name.

But no matter how he thinks, this "Chengxin" will not be the "Shen Chengxin" of His Royal Highness today.

If that embroidered pillow has the ability to compete with many celebrities in the capital and win the tenth place, it won't be called Jing Wang, who has handed over the government to the wolf-hearted Prince Jing.

Lu Chen said: "It's already noon, since the tenth person hasn't arrived, maybe he has abstained, so there's no need to wait any longer."

Gu Yanzhi said: "Why do you need to be impatient, Mr. Chengxin came here with us, in my opinion, something got in your way, so it doesn't matter if you wait another quarter of an hour."

Lu Chen frowned, "You clearly know that this will bring him a lot of trouble."

Gu Yanzhi said: "Even if it is a disaster, it is his own choice, the son has no right to interfere."

Others couldn't hear the conversation between the two of them, but they could feel the unusual atmosphere. Many people were talking about it. The competition for the top spot had already begun before the Danqing banquet started.

"Am I late?" A touch of luxurious brocade shirt caught everyone's attention.

"Sorry, Nanshan Temple is too big, I got lost in it, it's a bit late, it shouldn't start yet, right?"

Gu Yanzhi said: "It's about to start, you just caught up."

Shen Mian pretended to be pleasantly surprised, and said, "Fortunately, I didn't miss it."

Sima Wei was taken aback suddenly, and couldn't speak out after stammering for a long time: "Mrs, Mrs, Mrs..."

When Shen Mian heard the movement, she looked back and smiled at him, causing Simawei to cover her mouth in fright, but there are many officials and eunuchs present today, most of them knew him, and they couldn't hide their identity at all.

Zhai An was also surprised when he saw him, he thought this handsome young man was a guest brought by the eldest son.

It is not uncommon for many princes and princes to raise beautiful brothers, called house guests. These house guests often have some poems and paintings, which can be arty on the surface, but the actual use is for the bed, so what he said today How contemptuous, I never thought that this handsome young man was actually the top ten in the Danqing Banquet, so I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Seeing this situation, Master Huikong, who hosted the Danqing banquet, didn't know what to do. He looked at Lu Chen and said, "My lord, what should I do with this late contestant..."

Lu Chen's face sank like water, and he said, "Let's start."

"Yes."

The author of the Danqing Banquet has always been uncertain. Several respected old gentlemen in Shangjing proposed the topic, and then the abbot of Nanshan Temple randomly selected one from the proposition to ensure fairness and confidentiality.

And this year's proposition is - "Prosperity".

I don't know if it's a deliberate satire, or to fit the wonderful flower of "Golden Age Hibiscus", it's really a joke to talk about the prosperous age at the moment when the government is in turmoil.

Time is like a stick of incense.

Shen Mian picked up the pen and pondered for a long time, and only slowly began to answer the questions when the other person's painting was almost finished, while Fu Gui was sweating profusely, seeing that he finally started to write, he hurriedly grinded the ink.

With the sound of a gong, it officially ended.All paintings are collected one by one.

Lu Chen drew a picture of "Iron Cavalry Pingchuan". The prosperous age in his eyes is that the soldiers are strong and the horses are strong, it is to conquer the desert and repel foreign enemies, and it is a vast territory. There is his ambition in that painting. In [-], the painting could even be defined as rebellious ambition.

It's just that he doesn't seem to hide his ambition

And Gu Yanzhi's prosperous age is the sound of reading aloud, there is no white man in the world, it is preaching, teaching, and solving doubts.This is the ancestral motto that his Gu family has always practiced, and it is his belief.

In the prosperous age of sleep, there is only one hibiscus flower.

Although the flower painting is extremely delicate and pleasing, each petal is as fresh as the morning dew, and it is probably the most beautiful hibiscus in the world, but there is only one flower after all.

How can a flower be called a flourishing age?

There was a slight chuckle from around.

Shen Mian also smiled, and said, "Master Huikong, can you take a look at the hibiscus of Master Wuchen?"

Master Huikong nodded, and ordered people to carry the hibiscus tree up.

That "prosperous hibiscus" is exactly the same as the sleeping wood hibiscus, the stretching angle of each petal, the color of the flowers and leaves, and even the thorns on the branches and leaves are all the same.

Shen Mian asked with a smile: "May I ask who named this 'Prosperous Hibiscus'?"

Huikong said "Amitabha", and said: "It was taken by Master Wuchen's uncle himself. He said, this hibiscus flower is called Prosperity, and it will bring prosperity to Dajin."

Shen Mian said: "Then the hibiscus flower I painted, is it 'Prosperous Age'?"

Huikong whispered to each other a few times with the brothers beside him, and finally said: "The flower painted by the benefactor is exactly the same as this flourishing hibiscus, of course it is."

Shen Mian said: "Today is the annual hibiscus festival, the lottery head is the flourishing hibiscus, and the proposition is the flourishing age. I painted this hibiscus and called it the flourishing age, which was inscribed by Master Wuchen himself. Is there anyone more relevant than me? ?”

"This..." Huikong was startled and couldn't speak immediately.

Everyone talked about it, but they couldn't say that what he said was wrong.

Master Wuchen said that the hibiscus flower is called "Golden Age", so no one can say otherwise.

Shi Ziye's "Iron Riding on the Plains" may not be "prosperity",

Zhuangyuan Lang's "Preaching and Teaching, the Prosperity of the World" may not be called "Prosperity",

But only this flower has to be called.

But compared to other people's majestic paintings, a mere flower seems extremely perfunctory.

Shen Mian asked again: "I'm not good at drawing?"

"No, this painting is very good."

Shen Mian said again: "Is that because my inscriptions are not good enough?"

Huikong said: "Young master is excellent in poetry and painting, impeccable."

"Then the first name is mine?"

The corner of Huikong's mouth twitched, whispering to the others, unable to make up his mind.

Sima Wei said: "Young master, your words are unreasonable, what's the difference from forcing the master to give you the first name?"

Shen Mian raised her lips, and said: "If you are reasonable, you can force it, but I won't say anything."

"I... I don't have such a good brain as the young master."

Shen Mian smiled and said: "I knew you didn't have this wisdom, after all, you only followed me for a few years, so you couldn't learn the essence."

Sima Wei choked. At the beginning, he disliked His Royal Highness for being too slow, so he excused his illness and begged his family to push back the post of accompanying student. He never thought that one day he would despise him for being stupid.

Gu Yanzhi smiled and said: "This painting is really exquisite, Gu feels ashamed."

Shen Mian looked at Lu Chen again, winking at him.

Lu Chen didn't say a word, but walked up to him slowly, looked down at him, and said, "Do you really want this name?"

Shen Mian said: "Naturally."

Lu Chen said: "It will be very hard."

The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, who had always been neglected by others, suddenly started to shine, and there was no need to say what would happen.Those staring at the supreme dragon chair have never been a minority.

"I'm not that tree hibiscus, I'm so delicate, I can only be held carefully in the palm of my hand."

Lu Chen curled his lips, flower?No matter how rare a flower can be compared to one ten-thousandth of it, it is not enough to hold it in the palm of the hand all the time. This little highness who has been neglected by him for a long time clearly deserves to hold him in his arms, doing his best. Loving tenderly.

After a long time, he said in a low voice: "What Your Highness wants, Lu Chen will give it with both hands."

As for what he wants, he will get it himself, whether it is Jiangshan or the boy in front of him.