The place for the poetry gathering is in Xiaonan Lake, which is in the princess's mansion. It is not big, only two or three miles away, but it is enough to row, and it is enough to build a pavilion in the middle of the lake.

There were lights on the shore, with green students and unrestrained scholars. As for the nobles in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, there were ladies beside them, leaning against the red and green.

Zhao Zixing was also in the pavilion, and there were not many ladies who wanted to get close to him, but Zhao Zixing was not interested in them.

The scholars on the shore must first write a good poem before they can take a boat to the pavilion.

The scholars each got the topic, then went to the desk on the shore and wrote their own writing. When they got the topic of love, flowers, snow and moon, they were mostly happy because it seemed that they could try to flirt with the princess, as long as the princess saw their poems.

Those who draw the questions are also asked, and most of them are wailing secretly. Too serious questions are difficult to play.

If the writing is a little wrong and is called a mapping, it would be even more unfavorable.

Su Ji did not read the notes in his hand, he was about to hand over the blank paper.

Poetry meetings are actually very boring. If it were thirty or forty years ago, he might have been interested, but now he is lacking in interest.

Why did he come? He shouldn't have come. Wei Lingyun advised him to come, but she didn't come himself.

Su Ji thought to himself that he was wiped out and he should be able to go back.

Poems are sent to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and only ten people are selected in the end.

The princess read the ten poems they selected and the author's name, and she read them twice.

Everyone felt that they had a good vision and chose the best, so the princess couldn't help but read it twice. But the princess said unhappy: "It's not good, do you look for it again, are there any other poems?"

So the nobles took the poems in their hands and read them one after another.

Zhao Zixing didn't read it. He was smart and could see that it was not that the poem was not good, but that there was no poem written by the person the princess wanted to see.

If the princess finds the poem of that person, the princess will be happy. If she can't find it, the princess will let the person over, so why should he waste his energy?

His eyes were like an eagle. He crossed the lake and saw Su Ji in the dim lights.

"This Shen Daozi really doesn't like the excitement." Zhao Zixing thought to himself.

On the way, he tested Shen Daozi, gradually getting to know him a little, and then he didn't know more about it.

But he didn't care much. After all, there were many strange people in the capital, and his focus recently was not on irrelevant people.

He keenly sensed that the situation in the court was changing, and a gap was set in the Qingwei Cult.

Qingwei Sect now has no leader, and people's hearts are moving.

This led to the forces of the Qingwei Cult in the court, which also seemed to be split.

For example, this time, he took the position of the sancang as the governor, which attracted many people in the Qingwei Cult to object. This position should be from Xia Zong.

These people were really covered by greed. If Xia Zong controlled the Nanzhen Fushi, he now enthusiastically pursued Wei Lingyun, who was in charge of the Beizhen Fushi. If he succeeded, wouldn’t the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the Nanbei Fushi and the

It is precisely for this reason that Zhao Zixing does not think that the person who assassinated him is related to the Xia family.

Although the Xia family is quite ruthless, they are not unthinkable.

Zhao Zixing didn't care who was the one who assassinated him, because there were too many targets that could be suspected, and even if Zhao Wuzhou provided him with clues, he didn't want it.

He needs to look at the situation in the capital from a higher perspective.

The Qingwei Cult may really encounter the biggest crisis since the founding of the Church.

The nobles searched for a few more poems, but the princess was still not satisfied.

The princess seemed impatient and said, "You ask those ten people and Shen Daozi to come to the pavilion."

The nobles didn’t care who Chen Daozi was, but when the princess said that, they all began to care.

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Amid the sound of lights on the shore, a person's name was pronounced, and he was as excited as if he was named to the Golden List.

Su Ji remained calm.

The ten names were pronounced, and then the eleventh one.

"Chen Daozi." The person who recited his name looked at Su Ji.

There are only names, no poems.

"Who is Chen Daozi and why didn't he read his poems?"

After discovering Chen Daozi, there was no one else, and he was very special and no poem was read out.

"Is there a shady story?"

The scholars who were not selected were indignant.

What's more, there are still women under the lights on the shore.

It's noisy and quarrel.

The person who recited Su Ji's name did not explain it, and he didn't know how to explain it. After all, Su Ji did not write poems.

He hopes that Su Ji will resolve the noise by himself.

Su Ji was too lazy to tell the difference, so he had already planned to leave.

Now that he is so noisy, he wants to leave even more.

Su Ji walked along the river bank, and a scholar stopped him and said, "Are you guilty?"

Su Ji did not answer, pressed his shoulder, and with a plop, the scholar fell into the lake.

Another scholar stopped him, and Su Ji followed suit and threw the man into the water.

One scholar after another was thrown into the water, and then no one dared to provoke Su Ji.

Someone rowed over from a distance and said, "Master Shenguan, please go to the pavilion."

Su Ji said: "I don't have poetry, so I shouldn't go."

As soon as he said this, the scholars became even more uproar.

"Brother Chen, you might as well come here and sit down."

Zhao Zixing's voice crossed the lake and overwhelmed the noise of the crowd.

The scholars who fell into the water had been salvaged, but they all looked at Su Ji in fear. After all, they had never seen Su Ji throw people into the water with such disagreement.

The scholar can’t explain it clearly when he meets a soldier!

Su Ji thought for a moment, and if he left directly now, he would be too disrespectful. He was like riding the wind and boarding the boat lightly.

When this hand was exposed, the scholars were even more shocked.

The boat rowed into the pavilion.

The other ten people had mixed feelings.

Today's popularity is Su Ji's.

When they got to the pavilion, the nobles' eyes were focused on Su Ji. They did not expect that even Zhao Zixing knew Su Ji.

Su Ji sat in a secluded corner, with no one next to him, as if he was far away from the world.

Next, a girl from the piano played the poems of ten people, and the lingering sound was lingering.

Then, Princess Nankang said to Su Ji in the corner: "The wind lingers, the dust and the fragrance are gone, this is just the beginning, what about the poem behind it?"

She just wants to hear this poem.

Su Ji said: "I didn't think it through."

"Oh." The princess said unhappily.

Zhao Zixing clapped his hands and said, "The wind hangs on the dust and the fragrance of flowers are gone. It's such a good sentence. The words are over, but the sorrow is endless. Brother Chen can make such sentences, and he can also make better sentences afterwards. Good poems are not afraid of waiting. The princess can wait for Brother Chen's masterpieces."

He kept saying that a brother Shen was undoubtedly raising Su Ji's value.

If others want to provoke Su Ji, they naturally have to think twice.

The princess said: "Zixing is right, I decided to let Yuer learn from Chen Daozi in the future."

As soon as she said this, everyone in the seat was shocked.

Su Ji bowed and said, "Thank you for your kindness, just..."

As soon as he said this, Zhao Zixing hurriedly said, "Princess, I have something to discuss with Brother Chen."

Zhao Zixing pulled Su Ji aside and said, "Why do you want to refuse?"

Su Ji said: "I don't want to."

Zhao Zixing said: "You feel that it is difficult for you to agree to the princess if you agree to Wei Lingyun. Don't worry, this matter will be with me."

Su Ji looked at Zhao Zixing and said, "You seem to want me to stay with the princess?"

Zhao Zixing said: "Then tell you the truth. The Beizhen Fushi Department wants to investigate a case of imperial examination. The clue is in the Princess' Mansion. Since you have joined the Beizhen Fushi Department, you should contribute to this matter."

Su Ji said: "Why did Wei Lingyun not tell me this? She knew about me coming to the princess's mansion."

Zhao Zixing said: "How did we think of getting the princess and actually decided on you directly? Anyway, this is a good opportunity, don't let us down."
To be continued...