Chapter 1297
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Na Yan tapped his fingers on the stone table.
He thought about it for a long time.
Then, his eyes fell on a book of poems at the side.
That was written by Song Zhi!
He didn't have time to read it.
He picked it up and flipped through a few pages.
His eyes were full of admiration.
What a good poem!
Na Yan had been fighting for many years. To put it bluntly, he was just a general with the title of a prince. He knew a little about poetry, but he wasn't very good at it. Even an ordinary person could see that Song Zhi's poems were good.
No one dared to call themselves number two in the world.
He rubbed the paper with his fingers, his heart beating like a drum. The guard at the side bowed and said, "Song Zhi has written many poems and is a famous scholar in Yiwu. Many rich people want to be friends with him. He doesn't care about fame and fortune, and he's very gentle. He's not good with words! But five years ago, he suddenly stopped writing poems and went to work for an opera troupe.
For the past few years, he had been struggling to make a living by writing theatrical troupes. His good reputation is gone. And recently, for some reason, he suddenly thought it through and decided to come to Gaoding to participate in the exam. "
Hearing this, Na Yan's brows furrowed even deeper.
He said, "Why did he suddenly stop writing poems?"
"No one knows, and he never said it."
"Oh? He seems to be a man with a story. "The man's interest was piqued.
The guard said, "Your Highness, should we … invite him over?"
He asked.
Na Yan put down the book in his hand and looked at Song Zhi through the gauze curtain.
After a moment of silence.
"Yes."
The guard walked out of the pavilion and walked towards Song Zhi.
Song Zhi didn't know it until the man came to his side.
"Young Master Song, my young master is in love."
"Yes?"
"Please come to the pavilion."
Song Zhi was drinking a cup of tea, and he was a little confused.
He looked in the direction of the pavilion.
Then he asked, "Your young master … who is he?"
"You'll know when you get there."
Song Zhi never refused people, so he agreed.
He followed the guard.
Little did he know that the scholars were discussing behind him.
Someone said, "I heard that the person in the pavilion is the initiator of the Wenqiao Lantern Festival."
"I heard that too. He's a big shot."
"That's right! To be able to invite so many literary giants and rich nobles here, they must have a powerful background. "
"Do you know who it is?"
Everyone shook their heads. "I don't know."
Someone else asked, "Why do you think that poor scholar was invited over?"
"It seems like that big shot has taken a liking to him."
"What a man of destiny."
Everyone was envious.
After all, those who were invited to the pavilion by the big shots were equivalent to having one foot in the door of riches.
Fortunately, Song Zhi had a good life!
Yuan Jiang, who had been sitting beside Song Zhi, stared at Song Zhi's back with jealousy and envy in his eyes.
He thought to himself, This person called Song Zhi is really not simple!
Song Zhi followed the guard to the pavilion and stood outside for a while.
Only then did he enter.
Although he had never met Na Yan Zheng, he recognized him.
When he saw that the big shot sitting inside was the Second Prince, he was stunned.
Then, he reacted quickly.
He quickly cupped his fists and bowed.
"Greetings, Second Prince."
Na Yan looked at him with admiration.
"Young Master Song, you don't have to be so courteous. Please sit."
"I wouldn't dare."
"Unless you don't want to give me face?"
"No … that's not it."
"If that's not it, then please take a seat." Na Yan said warmly.
Song Zhi was a little nervous. He didn't dare to lift his eyes and sat down.
Na Yan smiled and poured him a cup of hot tea.
He pushed it in front of him.
"I thought Young Master Song was busy and wouldn't come today."
Song Zhi said, "It's my honor to be able to make friends with so many scholars here. Of course, I have to come."
This kid was much more tactful now.
He had been so conflicted just a while ago!
Yan Zhi laughed, "Last time at the Tong Yu Pavilion's poetry meet, Young Master Song was able to match Xue He's poem in front of everyone. This Prince's eyes were opened. I didn't know that Gaoding City had such a talented person."
Huh?
Song Zhi looked at the Second Prince carefully and asked, "Your Highness, do you know about this?"
"Of course! I'm afraid that Young Master Song doesn't know that the Tong Yu Court Poetry Conference is held by me every three years. "
"... Huh?"
Song Zhi was indeed shocked.
But it was to be expected.
Na Yan said, "I have always cherished talents. The reason why I am holding this conference is because I hope that all the talented scholars can gather together and have a discussion. After all, many of you are going to be the pillars of the Imperial Court in the future."
Song Zhi said shyly, "I wouldn't dare."
"Young Master Song, I know how talented you are and I admire you very much! If I were to give you a chance to be my disciple, would you be willing? "
Huh?
Song Zhi's eyes widened.
He didn't expect this at all.
It was every scholar's dream to be a disciple of the Prince's Mansion.
That was equivalent to having one foot in the top three ranks.
Only an idiot would give up such a great opportunity.
However, Song Zhi seemed to be in a dilemma.
He might be the one and only idiot!
All he wanted was to be an upright official. An official with a pure heart and few desires.
Do what you have to do!
Do what you have to do!
Don't get involved in the fight between the factions.
But once he became a disciple of the Second Prince's Mansion, it would be equivalent to participating in the fierce fight between the Second Prince and the Third Prince. He was a person who only knew how to study. How would he know how to fight? Maybe he would die the moment he opened his mouth.
That was unacceptable!
But if he rejected the Second Prince's good intentions, it would be equivalent to digging his own grave.
That was unacceptable!
Not being able to go either way, the honest Song Zhi was put in a difficult position.
What should he do?
He struggled for a long time but couldn't say a word.
Na Yan saw that he was in a dilemma and didn't want to force him.
So he said, "Young Master Song, you don't have to answer me now. You can go back and think about it."
A melon that was forced was never sweet.
Na Yan understood this very well!
Song Zhi was relieved and didn't want to stay any longer.
He left in a hurry.
When he left the pavilion, he was very nervous and lost his mind.
He only felt that his forehead and palms were sweating!
When he returned to the corridor, he accidentally bumped into someone because he was absent-minded.
"Sorry." He bowed slightly.
He quickly apologized.
That person didn't care at all. His face was expressionless and his eyes were cold. He sat down on an empty seat.
Song Zhi stared at him for a while and saw that he was wearing a scholar's robe and a hat. He was a little burly and exuded a vicious aura.
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