Datang New Giants

Chapter 152 Li Er's Worries

Lu Ting was dumbfounded, let himself look at the palace map
What do you mean, treat yourself as a little beginner who doesn't know how to behave?
It is estimated that the performance on the small stage just now was a bit unnatural. When I came here, I didn’t have a romantic moment, but I was very interested in visiting the Xiangge where Yimeng lived. When I first entered the door, Lu Ting also said that it was the first time to come to Wanhuayuan , so a misunderstanding occurred.

Lu Ting put down the secret history, shook his head and said, "I'm a bit tired, so I won't read it."

Yimeng's eyes lit up, she walked behind Lu Ting, pressed her hands lightly on Lu Ting's shoulders, brought her head closer, and said with a breath: "My family can massage, so let Mr. Lu relieve his fatigue."

Lu Ting put his arms around her small waist, lifted and pulled her vigorously, and pulled her sideways in front of him. Looking at those big charming eyes full of surprise, he smiled: "Speaking of massage, I also have a set of top-level techniques passed down from my ancestors, just to cut it, my boy, don't talk, just open your mouth first."

The tent incense was warmed, and soon the bed made of mahogany in Xiangge made a creaking sound
On the Zhuque Gate, Emperor Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty held a large banquet on the upstairs of the Zhuque Gate, inviting important officials and foreign envoys to drink and have fun while admiring the grand Lantern Festival in Chang'an City and having fun with the people.

After drinking and eating, everyone stood on the city gate and looked at the entire Chang'an city from a height.

Fang Xuanling looked at the crowded crowd on Zhuque Street, accidentally saw the tall lamp building in Pingkangfang, and suddenly said: "The magpie bridge in Pingkangfang is almost over, and I don't know which talent will win the bull's head this year." Deng, by the way, I heard that some young nephews also went to participate, I wonder if there are any surprises."

The Queqiao Duolan is held grandly every year, and it is one of the most lively activities in Chang’an’s Shangyuan Festival. Many people travel thousands of miles to Chang’an to see it quickly.

Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly and said, "My bastard complains of a headache when he reads a book. It's useless to win the lamp. If he can go to the third floor, the ancestral grave of the old Cheng's family is smoking. It is estimated that the two nephews of the grandson's family and the Du family's There's some hope."

"Gouzi just went to see some hot news, and wants to win the bull head lamp. It will be a few years." Du Ruhui shook his head and said.

Changsun Wuji said calmly: "It's difficult, too much knowledge is involved, and they are still too young."

In addition to knowledge, luck is also very important. My son, Changsun Wuji, knows very well that it is good to pass the four tests. If he wants to win the bull head lamp, he is still a bit short.

Li Er also became interested, and said from the side: "I don't know how many excellent works can be produced this time."

Yu Shinan said with a smile: "Dr. Kong was invited to be the judge, and when the event is over, you will know as soon as you ask?"

Cheng Yaojin grinned and said: "He is going to Pingkangfang to be a judge. After the end, the old boy of the Sun Huishou must have arrangements. If he wants to meet someone, it will be before noon tomorrow."

Fang Xuanling said confidently: "Don't worry, I have already sent someone to look at it. If there are any masterpieces, I will copy them and send them here. We will appreciate them together when the time comes."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the words, and they all praised Fang Xuanling's thoroughness in doing things.

While speaking, there was a sudden exclamation from the side. I saw many ministers discussing something together, and occasionally heard words like "impossible" and "poems can be written like this". Yes, it is not easy for Du He and others to inquire.

Yu Shinan guessed: "I just saw someone come in with a few pieces of paper. It should be a masterpiece from Pingkangfang."

"That's right." Du He echoed: "We can hear the cheers and applause just now, and we don't know what masterpiece came out."

When a small official from Prince Qin's Mansion hurried towards the gate of Zhu's Mansion, Fang Xuanling's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Our people are here, and we will be able to reveal it right away."

The petty official could not go up to the city gate tower, Fang Xuanling had to pick him up by himself.

After a while, Fang Xuanling came back, and saw that his hands were empty, and seeing everyone's eyes on him, he sighed.

"Xuanling, what news did you find out, why are you sighing?" Li Er couldn't help asking.

Fang Xuanling said: "My lord, there are so many colleagues, let me be tricky, you will definitely not be able to guess who won the bull head lamp this time."

"Who? The most likely thing is Fang Shiqiang who came out of Wenzhong Academy." Du Ruhui answered immediately.

Yu Shinan nodded and said, "In terms of talent and knowledge, Fang Shiqiang is indeed a leader among his peers."

Cheng Yaojin said impatiently: "There are so many people, you don't even know which one is participating, how can you guess, open the cup quickly, or I will pour you wine."

Fang Xuanling turned a deaf ear to Cheng Mowang's threat, chuckled, and quickly added: "Old Cheng is right, it's hard to guess how many people there are, so let's narrow down the scope. Guessed."

Participating in the imperial banquet on the Shangyuan Festival is actually a boring thing. The food is cold by the time you eat it, and you have to socialize after eating. Those foreign envoys were talking and laughing, and most of those royal relatives and ministers were around the people in the Prince's Mansion.

The people in Prince Qin's Mansion were left aside intentionally or unintentionally.

Being idle, Fang Xuanling just took this opportunity to liven up the atmosphere.

Cheng Yaojin's eyes lit up, and he said hastily: "My second son will not be a fool, let him win the bull head lamp?"

Everyone smiled when they heard the words, that is to say, Cheng Mowang would say that his son is a fool.

"No." Fang Xuanling shook his head.

Du He immediately guessed: "Nephew grandson?"

There is an unwritten rule in Magpie Bridge Seizing the Lantern. Only people under the age of 30 can participate. If a Pulsatilla wins the lantern, the activity will change. The leader of the gang.

"Wrong, guess again." Fang Xuanling shook his head again.

The eldest grandson Wuji said as if reciprocating: "Is it Nephew Du Xian? Among the younger generation, Nephew Du Xian has performed very well."

"No."

Everyone said what you said and what I said, and they guessed all the people around them who had that ability, but Fang Xuanling still shook his head.

No one guessed right.

Cheng Yaojin seemed to think of something, and said with some doubts: "It can't be that brat Lu Ting."

It seemed that everyone around him had guessed, only Lu Ting didn't say anything.

No, that little fellow Lu Ting is good at cooking and storytelling. I don’t usually see him participating in poetry gatherings. Sometimes I drink too much and ask him to compose poetry. Solid little guy.

Fang Xuanling finally nodded: "General Cheng, congratulations, you guessed it right. That's right, the winner of this year's Queqiao Lantern Festival is none other than Lu Ting."

Everyone was stunned, no way, a little guy from Suzhou, didn't he go to Wuyitang to be the master, thought he was busy in Xiaweitang, but he didn't expect him to go to Pingkangfang to participate in activities, Also won the bull head lamp?
Du He couldn't believe it and said, "Lu Ting? He said he couldn't compose poetry, so he was the one who won the bull-head lamp?"

Because of Wang Gui's matter, Qin Wang's mansion also specially investigated Lu Ting to the bottom. Many people knew about such things as being young and absurd, and not good at studies.

As for Lu Ting, can he compare with talents from all over the Tang Dynasty?
Fang Xuanling nodded and said: "This time the person who proposed the title is Du Zhengzang, and the proposition is related to flowers. Lu Ting wrote a fragmented poem with only [-] characters and handed it in. Finally, he won the top four. Niu Tau Deng, um, at the moment you should be drinking at the Flower Bar in Wan Hua Lou."

Fourteen-character fragments of poetry?
Li Er frowned and said, "A broken poem with fourteen characters can win the bull-head lamp? Is this king not implicated in this matter?"

(End of this chapter)