Seeing this, the white-clothed scribe couldn't help but smile excitedly, and went to everyone to ask for the opportunity of the literary world, and left.

However, unexpectedly, the white-clothed scribe, after leaving the Zheng family's peony garden, turned left and right to see that there was no one left and right, and quietly came to the Luoyang County Yazhong.

"Meet your lord!" Surprisingly, the person the white-clothed scribe saw turned out to be Zhou Hongde, the commander of Luoyang, and it was he who was the master of the literary world he was talking about.

"What you were asked to do, you've done it before!" Zhou Hongde said expressionlessly.

The white-clothed scribe bowed and nodded: "Lord Hui, Zheng Chang really can't be provoked, and has invited the people of Shilin to hold a peony poetry meeting, ready to save face and bring back a city." ”

"That's a good job!"

Zhou Hongde's expression moved at this time, and he nodded with satisfaction.

If everyone learns that the white-clothed scribe who was full of righteous indignation just now and took the lead in fighting the grievances turned out to be the trustee of Luoyang Ling, I am afraid that everyone will be surprised.

The white-clothed scribe hesitated and said, "Weichen has something to understand, please ask your lord to solve your doubts." ”

"Say it!" Zhou Hongde was in a good mood.

The white-clothed scribe said solemnly: "Everyone in the world knows that the Mo family's poetry is unparalleled, so in this way, wouldn't I have taken the humiliation of myself when I waited for Luoyang Shilin, I don't know why the county lord wants to promote this matter." ”

Zhou Hongde said proudly: "Self-inflicted humiliation? Do you know how much a poem of the Mo family is worth, the stork tower has been abandoned for many years, but because of a poem of the Mo family and the world is famous, now the Luoyang peony flower will be in full swing, but it is only limited to the surroundings of Luoyang, once the famous poems and masterpieces come out, it must be spread all over the world, the influence of the peony flower will be sought by the official, as for the literati to learn, who wins and who loses is harmless, as long as there is a good work to come out, let Luoyang benefit. ”

The white-clothed scribe suddenly nodded and said, "Your Excellency is wise." ”

In this way, as long as the two parties compete, no matter which side has a good work, the final beneficiary will only be Luoyang City, which will be beneficial to Luoyang City.

In the past, Zhou Hongde was also a hot-blooded literati, but after decades of immersion in the sea, he is now a typical politician, and in his heart, only political achievements are the most real.

Today's Mo Jiazi is already today's concubine, and his status is not inferior to him, he naturally forced Mo Jiazi to compose poems for Peony, for today's plan, only with the help of Zheng Chang's bait, to induce Mo Jiazi to make a move, as for who wins and who loses, he doesn't care at all.

"Students know how to do it." The white-clothed scribe nodded and retreated.

Zhou Hongde got up and came to a peony in the courtyard, this peony is luxuriant, the flowers are in full bloom, it is a rare treasure, it is his favorite thing.

"Someone, according to the secret technique of transplanting peonies from the farm, transplant this peony into the princess garden." Zhou Hongde ordered.

The master came in a hurry, and when he saw this, he was shocked and said, "Dong Weng, this is your favorite treasure, how can you give it away easily." ”

Zhou Hongde suddenly smiled mysteriously and said: "The peony flower will be such a grand event, how can the official cherish the broom and appreciate himself, if the official wants to see it, he can naturally go to the princess garden to see, under the cultivation of Hu Daonong, this peony may grow better." ”

"Dong Ong Yingming!" The master thought about everything, so he ordered people to transplant this peony past.

On the second day, Zheng Chang and others' peony poetry meeting finally began, and almost the literati in Luoyang City were moved, and for a while, it directly became a major event in Luoyang's literary circle, and many good poems were immediately transmitted.

With the fame of the Peony Poetry Club, the flow of people to the Zheng family's peony garden has increased rapidly, although there are not as many people as the princess garden, but compared to before, it is much better.

Even if some of the predecessors in the literary world hold their own identity, or are afraid of damaging their reputation and are unwilling to participate, they can't stand the bitter pleading, so they have to agree to write poems, as for the younger generation, they have gone into battle, thinking and meditating, but there are many people with great power, and from time to time there are masterpieces that immediately spread to Luoyang City and became famous.

However, as the Peony Poetry Club was in full swing, the Mo family, who made Zheng Chang and others jealous, did not move, ignoring the expectant eyes of ordinary people, and accompanied Princess Changle to watch peonies all day long, or concocted perfume, warm nephrite in their arms, and the world of the two was not chic.

"Mo Jiazi hasn't reacted yet!" Seeing that half of the peony flower meeting has passed, Zheng Chang's peony poetry club has produced several excellent works in a row.

However, Mo Jiazi, a recognized poetry talent, did not pass out a single line of poetry, which couldn't help but make many people who were ready to watch the excitement disappointed, and even Zheng Chang and others didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

Even Zhou Hongde wondered in his heart, he had prepared the ring, but the Mo family didn't take the bait, and Zheng Chang and the others didn't dare to provoke the Mo family easily, so they just closed the door to entertain themselves and add fame to the Zheng family's private peony garden.

In this way, the two parties have formed a situation where the well water does not interfere with the river water, and Zheng Chang and others are naturally happy to do so.

Although Zhou Hongde was slightly disappointed, he could only admit it with a little regret when he saw the increasing fame of the Peony Flower Club.

It's night!

After a period of lingering, Princess Changle collapsed in Merton's arms, which was the poem when she responded to the waiter's help to lift the delicate and weak, and the beginning was a new inheritance.

"I heard that the peony poetry meeting held by the Luoyang literary circle at the invitation of Zheng Chang is huge, and the husband has any skills that are unbearable!" Princess Changle mischievously drew circles on Merton's chest, smiling rather than laughing.

The boiling peony poems will naturally be in the ears of Merton and Princess Changle, but Princess Changle knows the tradition of Merton's poetry if she doesn't agree with her, so she can't help but say something tentatively.

Merton shook his head and said: "Madame is too exalted to your husband, writing poems is a feeling, how can you open your mouth to come, we have just arrived in Luoyang, where can we write good works for a while." ”

Princess Changle didn't believe Morton's nonsense, so she couldn't help but look at Mo Dun and said: "The dignified Mo family's poetry is known to the world, how can there be a time for modesty." ”

She is also a person who loves poetry, and naturally knows that writing poetry relies on inspiration, and forcibly splicing poems will only laugh and be generous, but it is just ordinary people, etc., she has seen with her own eyes that she can stand on the cheek tower and open her mouth, and the beautiful scenery makes her can't help but indulge in it.

"It's not modest to be a husband, you think those psalms are like cabbage, all over the ground!" Morton laughed angrily.

"Chinese cabbage!" Princess Changle was puzzled, she didn't know that there was a name for this dish.

Morton disguised: "This is the latest winter vegetable developed by the Mo family, the yield is extremely high, once it is successful, the people of the world no longer have to worry about winter vegetables." ”

Princess Changle didn't delve into this, but said regretfully: "Even if it's not a peerless masterpiece, if the husband has a poem flowing out, it will definitely make the peony flower club more famous." ”

The Peony Flower Club was one of her and Merton's fondest memories, and she naturally wanted to be perfect.

Merton shook his head and said with a smile: "The lady is too anxious, the peony will bloom every year, as long as Luoyang regularly holds the peony poetry meeting, and invites students from all over the world to participate, the future masterpieces and poems will be countless, and the reputation of the peony flower will be spread forever, and it will be more prosperous year by year, and our honeymoon journey will be passed on forever in Luoyang." ”

Princess Changle nodded and said, "Yes, it's just that these Luoyang Shilin are really bad, compared with the poems of the husband, it is simply a difference between cloud and mud." ”

When Mo Dun heard this, his face was solemn and said: "That's right, the husband can't go beyond the bounds, you must know that we can't just leave by ourselves, Mojia Village still has a lot of industries in Luoyang, Luoyang Shilin is the head snake of Luoyang City, since there is no invitation to the husband, naturally I don't want the husband to participate, if the husband takes the initiative to go up, then I'm afraid it will offend people too much, rashly offending so many people with real power in Luoyang, I'm afraid it will make it difficult for Mojia Village to move an inch!" ”

"They dare, I'm ......," Princess Changle said angrily when she heard this.

Merton stretched out his hand to cover Princess Changle's mouth and said: "You are a princess, and your husband will naturally not let you be born in such troubles, but marrying you for your husband is not for your princess's status and power, but for marrying you, even if you are an ordinary person, your husband will ensure that you are as happy as a princess." ”

Princess Changle was suddenly moved, buried her head in Merton's arms, and said with a blushing face: "The concubine didn't mean this, but regretted that she couldn't hear her husband's poems." ”

Merton suddenly smiled evilly and said: "You want to listen to poetry, it's very simple, because your husband suddenly feels it, and this will be a poem for you......"

Seeing this, Princess Changle didn't know that Merton had a few crooked poems, and the poems on the wedding night made her blush when she thought about it.

Merton smiled and said, "This time is different, this time it's a serious good poem." ”

Princess Changle looked at Merton suspiciously, and finally did not resist the temptation of the poem, and couldn't help but prick up her ears.

"Moonlight ...... in front of the bed," Merton opened his mouth to groan.

"You still say it's good poetry? ......" didn't finish listening to a poem, Princess Changle couldn't help but be ashamed.

Merton laughed, and casually dropped the red tent again, and the bright moonlight fell in front of the window, which was reflected on the two pairs of shoes, one large and one small, under the bed.