519 Qionglin Banquet
I went out to work early in the morning, and by the time the Qionglin Banquet started it was already early noon.
It has to be said that this royal garden opened Ping An's eyes.
It is no exaggeration to describe it as a scene of blooming flowers. The small bridges, flowing water, towering rockery and green bamboos are so beautiful that it makes people feel like they are in a dream.
Countless maids and guards were busy shuttling back and forth, adding a sense of fireworks.
Ping'an suddenly felt that Jia'an Village, which he originally thought was already very good, still had a lot of room for improvement. Several elderly people, including his parents, loved living in the village so much that he still had to spend some time on it when he had free time.
For example, wooden lounge chairs and swings.
"Ping'an, what are you thinking about?" Zhou Heng walked over with a smile.
He has lost the mind now.
I passed the imperial examination and have a wife. The only regret is that I have no assets. I should think about how to increase my income in the future.
Fu An intentionally or unintentionally fell back a few steps. Thinking of what his mother said last night, he blushed.
The mother mentioned Xier and said that she could either follow her blind date and get married right away, or just wait two years and go to Ping'an's house to propose to Xier.
At first he thought his mother was crazy. How old was he? How old was Xi'er?
Later, when his mother mentioned Zhou Heng, he still felt it was impossible. He was nine years older than Xier. When Xier was fifteen or sixteen, he would be twenty-four or twenty-five.
I don’t want to think about it anymore. It gives me a headache.
He trotted to catch up with Ping'an and the others, and Zhiyuan and Shaoqi were together.
Soon, Ping'an became busy. Many high-ranking officials and nobles came one after another, including his two godfathers, Duke Jingguo, Marquis Zhongyong, his master, and Dean Wang.
He had to take the initiative to step forward and say hello, and after going around, he found that his mouth was stiff from smiling.
To Ping'an's surprise, the master had also arrived and was chatting and laughing with General Huang.
Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?
Ping An greeted him with a smile: "General, Master."
General Huang said with a smile, "Our number one scholar is here. Sicheng, you have found a good son-in-law. You two can chat while you are master and disciple. I will go over there."
"Master, you didn't say you wanted to come here yesterday. This place is really beautiful, isn't it?"
"Ping An, Master doesn't want to talk to you about this. Let's go to the farm early tomorrow morning. Ruyi went to the farm early in the morning and saw that the oranges have grown a lot of mold."
"Okay, today is the 18th. It would be great if penicillin can be produced as soon as possible, but once this drug is produced, it will be used on humans, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone knelt down.
Sun Sicheng pulled Ping An down.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. Long live Your Majesty."
"Everyone, please stand up. Today we, the king and his subjects, will gather together happily."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
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The banquet that followed was a real eye-opener for Ping An. The huge banquet hall didn't seem crowded at all with hundreds of people sitting around.
First there were lively songs and dances. To be honest, it was the first time Ping An had seen such a dance in his life. The dancers had graceful figures and their movements were light and a little bold.
Ping An took a quick glance and saw that everyone was fascinated by them. It has always been right for men to be fond of beauty.
He was almost certain that 95 percent of the people present were married.
Today's main purpose is to entertain the new scholars, and he is the top scorer. He sits not far from the emperor. He sits very well and glances around to see where his master is.
Suddenly the music stopped and the dancer went down.
The emperor looked at him with a smile and said, "Ping An, today's Qionglin Banquet is mainly to entertain you new scholars. I would like to ask our top scholar to write a poem. How about that?"
What can peace do?
He stood up and bowed to the emperor, saying in a clear voice, "Your Majesty, gentlemen, I am sorry to show you my humble service."
"The willows are dark and the flowers are fresh,
Qionglin held a beautiful banquet,
Jade Xiao Fairy Island Moon,
Silver candles and purple myrtle sky,
Sitting by the Dragon Pond,
The title is Yantaxian,
Drunk and helped to mount the horse,
The sleeves are aroused by the smoke from the furnace. "
"Good, good poem." The emperor was the first to praise it.
Ping An bowed again and then sat down.
The old imperial teacher looked at Ping An eagerly. Even he couldn't think of a way for this kid to write such a good poem in such a short time.
What a wonderful child.
It has to be said that the Zhou Dynasty really had a special fondness for poetry. For a long period of time, many people wrote a poem, including the emperor and the old imperial teacher.
Military generals are no good.
"Your Majesty, I, your humble servant, am not good at poetry. I heard that the champion is good at Qinggong. I know a thing or two. Can I compete with him?"
The person who was speaking was Ma Shengfei, the son of the Duke of Protectorate. He was only in his twenties and had been appointed as the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard. Ping An knew this man, and Wang Tao was best friends with him.
What a guy, why is he making trouble at this time?
One poem was enough to make him dazzling, so there was no need to use any more light skills.
The light Kung Fu he created later was a combination of the light Kung Fu taught by Xiao Wu and a little bit of the Snow-Walking Step. Uncle Fang and Uncle Ming both said it was very good, but not as amazing as the Snow-Walking Step, and it could be used outside. Now he and his master's people are learning it.
Ping An once attacked the enemy camp at night, which of course would have been impossible without some skills, and the emperor became very interested.
"Okay, it's still early and the spring scenery outside is beautiful. Let's go to the garden to compete. It's big enough and we can have a feast when we get hungry."
Since the emperor had spoken, everyone naturally agreed.
Many military generals came today. They had no interest in reciting poems or composing essays, but now when they heard about the competition of lightness skills, they became interested.
Ma Shengfei walked over to Ping An and put his arm around his shoulders: "Why, you don't want to? Wang Tao praised you to the sky, so I just want to compete with you."
"Master Ma, my second uncle is teasing you on purpose. How can I be as good as he says?"
"Ping An, your second uncle and I have been friends since childhood. I am two years older than him, which means you are almost ten years older than me. Is it okay to call me uncle?"
"Uncle Ma, I already call you uncle, please go easy on me later."
The emperor has spoken, and there is no other way but to do it.
"Okay, I don't know who wants to show mercy, but I heard that you are good at martial arts, even the stick method is very good?"
A quarter of an hour later.
Everyone was watching with fascination, and their interest was no less than when they watched the singing and dancing before.
Ma Shengfei and Ping An were competing in picking objects from the air. Although it was said to be picking objects from the air, in fact it was picking up a small wooden box from a willow branch a mile away. Inside the box was a dagger. Whoever picked it up first would get it.
That was a tribute from a foreign tribe, definitely a good thing, and Ping An became competitive.
The rules of the game are that you can block each other but you cannot hurt anyone.
Sun Sicheng always knew that his disciple had good kung fu skills, especially his light kung fu skills.
But he didn't allow them to use the Snow Step in front of others easily. Who knows if the Taoist priest has used it in front of others before? Or is it a new way of kung fu that he created later?
Prince Ma is also good at kung fu, but Ping An is obviously better.
Ping An was wearing a moon-white brocade robe today, with pants of the same color underneath. He looked as light as a swallow, and his posture was elegant and powerful, dazzling the eyes of those who watched him.
Ma Shengfei also has excellent lightness skills, and his figure is as agile as a monkey. Considering his big body, it is not easy to do that.
He was only three feet slower than Ping An, but because he was bigger and dressed in black, compared to Ping An's elegant demeanor, it was obvious from a visual perspective that he was at a disadvantage.
Who doesn’t like to look at a handsome young man?
Needless to say, Ping An got the wooden box and ultimately won.
Just slightly better.
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