Shi Weiluo was a little surprised.

Taking Shi Wei's history, I only remember that there was an Eight Sage King Zhao Defang in the novel.

Since he visited the Song Kingdom in Beitou, he had inquired about the Zhao family and found out that the Eight Virtue Kings were all fictional, and Zhao Defang was just one of Zhao Yin's fourth sons.[]

Zhao Kuangyin has a total of four sons. The eldest son Zhao Dexiu and the third son Zhao Delin have both died early, leaving only two brothers, Zhao Dezhao and the fourth son Zhao Defang.

In fact, Zhao Dezhao can be regarded as the eldest son of the emperor. According to the ancient inheritance tradition of establishing chief, Zhao Dezhao should have long been made the crown prince.

What made Shi Wei strange was that not only was the second prince not only not made the crown prince, but he was not even a prince. He even had the title of only a Void Leadership of Guizhou Defense Envoy.

It is said that the intention of the emperor to do this is to let his precious son start from the grassroots level and gradually become promoted step by step. Such a tempered intention is more consistent with Zhao Kuangyin's homeless background.

However, Zhao Dezhao is the first emperor's eldest son who has been doing so miserably throughout the ages.

"Brother Cao, why did you kidnap me to attend the Second Prince's literary meeting?" Shi Wei said inconsolably.

Seeing that he insisted on asking, Cao Cong had to stop entering Wangxian Pavilion, pull him aside, and calmly expressed his intention.

It turned out that he was grateful to Shi Wei for saving his life, and knew that he was excellent in medical skills. He wanted to go around and connect with each other, so he recommended him to work in the Imperial Hospital.

But later, I thought that the medical officials in the Imperial Hospital were specially used to treat the imperial relatives and powerful officials. People like Shi Wei who came back from the Southern Tang Dynasty were mostly unwilling to let him in to prevent unnecessary trouble.

After thinking about it, Cao Cong thought that the second prince Zhao Dezhao liked talents and had gathered many talented guests in the mansion. If he could take this opportunity to win Shi Wei's appreciation from the second prince, wouldn't it be good to include it as a guest?

In the future, the second prince will inherit the throne sooner or later. When the new emperor of Jieshi ascended the throne, the prince's disciple like Shi Wei will naturally become the favorite of the new emperor, and it is no problem to rise to the top.

In this way, Cao Cong was both a kind-hearted repayment and also helped his Cao family to build a relationship. It was this best of both worlds that made him so enthusiastic.

Of course, Cao Cong would not explain the latter reason clearly, but Shi Wei secretly speculated.

After hearing Cao Cong's explanation, Shi Wei couldn't help but look a little grateful, but said in confusion: "Brother Cao's kindness really touched me, but how can Brother Cao be sure that I will win the favor of the second prince?"

Cao Cong smiled and said, "I have read all the poems you wrote by Brother Shi, otherwise how could I have such confidence?"

I see.

Shi Wei couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, "I didn't expect that Brother Cao, you still asked me so clearly."

There was a faint sarcasm in his tone.

Cao Cong apologized: "Although Brother Shi has a life-saving grace for me, I should not ask about Brother Shi's background without authorization. However, when I was on the Southern Tang Dynasty, I was in charge of the status of the public, and I had to do some things. I hope Brother Shi will forgive me."

Cao Cong is clear in his work, cautious and moderate, and now he tells his inner thoughts calmly. Shi Wei admires his temperament too late, so how could he blame him?

He immediately bowed and said happily: "Brother Cao is so serious. You just did what you should do. Besides, I am grateful for your idea of ​​this, so how could I be surprised."

Cao Cong confessed that Shi Wei was generous, and the two of them had a heart-to-heart relationship with each other and couldn't help laughing.

So Shi Wei was no longer confused. After the three of them were searched by the soldiers and maids, they were allowed to enter after confirming that they did not have any powerful tools.

After passing through the arched flying corridor, the three of them entered the Wangxian Pavilion.

At this time, about thirty people had gathered in the pavilion, most of whom were gorgeously dressed children of the Power League, but there were also many scholars in common. In addition, there were also several ladies like Pan Zisu who also came to join in for fun and took the opportunity to lure some talented talents.

Previously during the Southern Tang Dynasty, Shi Wei entered Jixian Pavilion and participated in the literary gathering organized by Xu Changqing.

Those so-called Southern Tang talents are indeed full of real scholars, but most of them are either arrogant or flattering, or they like to compare themselves, and as soon as they enter, they make people feel chaotic.

The literary meeting of Wangxian Pavilion is very different. The talented men present are all polite. The powerful and noble children will not despise the origin of a common man, and those common scholars will not be inferior because of poverty and will beg for mercy.

As soon as Shi Wei entered here, he felt a high spirit of vitality.

"Well, it's true that it's a new dynasty and a new atmosphere." Shi Wei sighed in his heart.

"There is an available seat over there, let's sit there."

Cao Cong led the two of them to the side of the southwest side of the railing, where there were several empty spaces. He also enjoyed poetry while enjoying the scenery of Bianjing from a high place.

As soon as Shi Weifang sat down, Pan Zisu clenched her eyebrows and said, "Why do I smell a familiar smell?"

"What does it taste:" Shi Wei and Cao Cong both showed curiosity.

Pan Zisu sniffed for a few seconds and said, "It looks like the smell of powder on a woman's body."

"There are a few ladies like you in this article, and it's not surprising that they have a powdery smell." Shi Wei pointed around and smiled.

Pan Zisu shook her head and said, "It's different, I've obviously smelled this smell just now."

She said as she raised her head and looked around, her eyes finally stopped at the adjacent one, and a strange thing flashed between her eyebrows.

Seeing that her face was strange, Shi Wei looked at her gaze.

When he saw the man next to him, he couldn't help but look surprised.

Isn’t that idle person the young man who had previously competed for rock candy fruits with him?

"I said that the smell of this powder is a bit familiar. It turns out that it is from that young man." Pan Zisu suddenly realized.

Shi Wei looked contemptuous: "It turns out that it's this guy, a big man's makeup, no wonder he looks sissy."

While the two were talking, the young man next to him also noticed them. A hint of surprise flashed through his bright big eyes. Just casually, the young man snorted coldly and turned his head forward, so he was too lazy to look at them more.

"Brother Shi, you..."

Cao Cong, who was puzzled, was about to ask questions, but heard someone singing in the other side of the flying corridor: "The Second Prince is here~~"

The talented men and beautiful ladies present stood up one after another and bowed to greet them towards the entrance of the gallery.

In a moment, a young man dressed in blue shirt walked in. It was Zhao Dezhao, the second prince of the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Dezhao always smiled on his face. After coming in, he bowed to everyone passing by with a humble and polite manner. There was no sign of the prince's style in his words and deeds, and he had a approachable and approachable manner.

Zhao Dezhao did not go to the upper seat, but instead picked up a side seat.

He faced everyone and said with a smile: "Dezhao held this Fanlou literary meeting just to make friends through literature. There are no second princes here today, only poets and lyrics. What are the masterpieces of all the guests and friends in the four tours? You can go on stage to show them and let us appreciate and study them together."

Zhao Dezhao's brief speech was also not as noble as a prince. After that, he sat down and stopped talking about it in a long and endless manner.

Because of Zhao Dezhao's approachable attitude, the atmosphere that had just been a little solemn, soon returned to its original relaxation.

The talented men were not embarrassed, and soon someone volunteered to come to the stage to write down their poems for others to appreciate.

Whether it is a powerful child or a common scholar, as long as the poems are well written, everyone will sincerely and enthusiastically appreciate the beauty and will not be treated differently due to their status.

As for those poorly written works, everyone has not hypocritically revealed their shortcomings. Even if you are the son of the prime minister, you will still give a bad comment.

Zhao Dezhao also wrote a poem, and although many praises were many, some of them criticized their shortcomings in public, and their remarks were quite sharp.

What surprised Shi Wei was that in the face of such accusation of "not giving the leader face", no flattery came forward to protect him. Zhao Dezhao also humbly accepted other people's criticisms and recorded other people's comments personally.

"A great country is a great country, and its mind is so different. Li Yu, Li Yu, it would be strange if your smoky Southern Tang Dynasty was not destroyed..."

When Shi Wei was feeling emotion, Pan Zisu next to him could no longer hold back and hurriedly persuaded: "Yuanzhi, you must not miss the opportunity. While the Second Highness is still there, you should hurry up and show your literary talent."
Chapter completed!