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The strategy of the deposed prince 5

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    Xiao Pingzi was quick to inquire about information, and soon brought back the exact information to Rong Qi.  It turns out that there is a poetry competition in the west of the city. It is said that the winner will get a Changle Fu handwritten by Sun Daru.

    Sun Daru is a famous master in the world. He is good at poetry and painting. A casual piece of music is the sound that resonates around the beams. A casual painting is a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation.  Poems are even more popular among people.  It can be said that Sun Daru's attainments in literature and art are among the best in the world!

    Speaking of which, Sun Daru was still the original master¡¯s teacher.

    Xiao Pingzi carefully stood in front of Rong Qi, fearing that he would be bumped into.

    Rong Qi thought for a while and said, "Since it's a poetry competition, let's go and see the excitement."

    Xiao Pingzi went to the west of the city with Rong Qi with a grimace. At that time, the poetry competition had not officially started, but the students had already begun to prepare their emotions and planned to show off their talents in the poetry competition.

    Rong Qi and Xiao Pingzi were hidden in the crowd, looking at the students who stepped onto the high platform. These students had studied hard for more than ten years and were preparing to take the imperial examination in two months to serve the country. The Poetry Competition was just the starting point for their rise to the top.  , if they can become famous through this, it will naturally be of infinite benefit to their future.

    Rong Qi remembers that the leader of the previous poetry competitions was Rong An, and the poems written by Rong An were widely sung, such as cutting off the water with a knife and making the water flow again, and raising a cup to relieve sorrow and make it even more sorrowful.  For another example, there are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.  For another example, when it comes to counting romantic figures, we still have to look at the present.  Nung, moon and new moon.  And there are obviously a group of wives and concubines, but they accidentally create a pair for life, half drunk, half awake and half floating.

    "However, these poems are so varied in style that they don't look like they were written by one person at all.

    Rong An is a prince who was born and raised in the imperial capital. He wears brocade clothes and jade robes, and eats delicacies from the mountains and seas. Where does he get so much sadness?

    Rong Qi, who had seen his place of origin, knew that Rong An, like him, was also an outsider who had resurrected his corpse. In his previous life, Rong An was an otaku with ambitions but no chance to display them.  In fact, this is not necessarily true, because Rong An's so-called talents are all classics circulated in his time, masterpieces by ancients that all scholars will recite.

    So, Rong An is a complete plagiarist, and the honor and reputation he has now should not belong to him!

    Rong Qi¡¯s eyebrows narrowed slightly. Since it was plagiarism, he had a very limited understanding of the original author¡¯s mood and thoughts when he wrote the poem and lyrics.  So, does that mean

    Rong Qi remembered that the back part of the book recorded some poems, some poems that were often stolen by body snatchers from later generations!

    Maybe, Rong An is easier to deal with than expected!

    ?????????? To use the words of his native place, even if he doesn¡¯t commit suicide, he will die. He commits suicide by himself, and he doesn¡¯t need others to add fuel to the flames.

    While Rong Qi was thinking about how to deal with Rong An in the simplest way, the poetry contest had already begun. The Confucian scholars in green shirts on the stage were all talented and extremely flexible in their use of poetry. Although it took longer, the sentences  A classic sentence.

    The winner of the final poem contest was a man in his thirties, wearing a gray and white gown. He almost cried with joy when he received the Changle Fu copied by Sun Daru himself.

    After watching the poetry contest, Rong Qi took another deep look at the winner, then turned and left: "Go back."

    Xiao Pingzi said: "I heard that this person was present at the previous poetry competitions, but he was not very lucky. He met His Highness the Third Highness every time and missed the position of leader. This time he can be regarded as the leader.  , it¡¯s really gratifying.¡±

    Rong Qi said with a smile: "People will still say that he is not as good as the Third Highness, because the Third Highness did not participate when he won the title. So people will think that if the Third Highness also participates in the Poetry Competition, the position of the leader will also be lost."  It has nothing to do with him, it¡¯s just pure luck.¡±

    Xiao Pingzi scratched his hair, a little puzzled: "It's so troublesome."

    Rong Qi did not continue to explain to Xiao Pingzi and returned to the Hou Mansion leisurely.

    As soon as Rong Qi took Xiao Pingzi to the main courtyard where he lived, he heard a woman's noise. Rong Qi tilted his head and looked at Xiao Pingzi. Xiao Pingzi said bravely: "It should be Mrs. Ru, Mrs. Jiao, and Yun."  Madam them."

    Rong Qi thought for a moment and figured out the identity of the so-called ladies in Xiao Pingzi's mouth. Several ladies in the courtyard were concubines of the original owner, had children, and were relatively favored.

    Whenever Rong Qi thinks about the fact that he now has a wife, concubines, and children, the corners of his mouth twitch uncontrollably. He has lived for more than three hundred years, but there is no one who makes his heart beat!

    "What are they doing here?" Rong Qi did not rush in, but looked far and wide.A girl will never treat him as wholeheartedly as the queen does.

    "The son has seen his mother." Rong Qi walked over quickly and knelt down on one knee.

    The queen was stunned for a moment and immediately dismissed the servant. She blinked and tears immediately burst out. She helped Rong Qi up with her own hands, touched his face and said, "My son is suffering and has lost weight."

    Rong Qi comforted the queen for a while, and then the queen calmed down her sadness and started talking to Rong Qi: "Qi'er, don't worry, my mother will not let go of anyone who plots against you, and she will make them pay the price."  .¡±

    Because it is a rare opportunity to enter the palace, Rong Qi also took the lead in talking to the queen about business: "Mother, I don't mind, there is just something I want to ask my mother's opinion."

    The Queen said: "You say."

    Rong Qi lowered his eyelids and whispered: "Did mother know about Er and Rong Ming's plan?"

    The queen looked worried and said: "Ming'er has already told the queen mother, but Qi'er, you"

    "I'm fine, but I don't want to see this country fall into the hands of villains, and I don't want my mother and Rong Ming to be helpless in the storm, so I support and help Rong Ming fight for that position. What I want to ask now is, mother  Do you still have feelings for your father?" Rong Qi asked.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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