The Qujiangchi Poetry Festival ended, but the banquet was not over yet. The students participating in the competition had already stepped off the boat and left the venue.

Du Shaoqing and Wu Zhao were walking back together. They didn't let the guards follow, but they just wanted to take a walk.

Wu Zhao was still angry and didn't say anything on the way. Du Shaoqing first opened his mouth to break the peace: "Thank you for today's affairs, I've been talking to me."

"No one talks for you, I'm just entrusting someone to be loyal to you. Mrs. Liu of Laiguo Mansion is very nice to me and my mother. She asked me to come and help." The little girl had a little temper and refused to admit it.

"Are you still angry? I know, I should actually let this one of you, that song..." Du Shaoqing apologized.

"No one said you wrote a wrong poem. Even the emperor praised you as the number one talented man in the Tang Dynasty. Who doesn't like a poem that becomes famous? You don't need to apologize. I am not so scrupulous, and you don't need to give in to me deliberately. I, Wu Zhao, is not Changsun Chong, and I am not a person who can't afford to lose."

Du Shaoqing stepped forward in confusion and stopped the other party, "Then why are you angry? And the Wei Zheng just said he wanted to accept you as his apprentice, so you simply rejected him?"

"I like to be angry. Do you want you to care about me? Do you think these people will accept a woman as their disciple? Have you ever seen women in the court serve as officials?

Also, you and I have an agreement. You'd better find the emperor to terminate the engagement soon, so that we can clear the two sides and you can also stay together with your original wife.

I can also get rid of this hateful cage as soon as possible. In the future, I must do a big thing that all men in the world can see. So what about women? Why do they look down on women?"

After hearing this, Du Shaoqing couldn't help asking: "Hey, are you really called Wu Zhao? Which photo is it?"

"The sun and the moon shine in the sky!" He shouted at Du Shaoqing, and Wu Zhao's anger disappeared. He threw down this sentence impatiently, turned around and strode away.

The sun and the moon are in the sky - Du Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, thinking that this is the future empress? Isn’t it that the future empress? Isn’t it that time traveling over and giving me a princess and daughter-in-law? Even the empress has not passed the door?

After a moment of dazed, Du Shaoqing shook his head and saw that the little girl had gone away alone, so he hurriedly chased her. It was late at night, so he would always send her home.

Looking at this girl, Du Shaoqing didn’t know that she was jealous, but what could she do? You are only fourteen years old, why do I have the nerve to start? It’s the hardest to accept the kindness of a beauty!

But from the bottom of my heart, Du Shaoqing and the princess had never met before. It was the first time today's poetry meeting, but unfortunately I didn't even say a word.

Du Shaoqing, a time traveler who came from later generations, is more familiar with Wu Zhao. The familiar women he comes into contact with in life seem to be such a little girl, and the others are all at the level of an aunt. If it is not for age, the two of them have a better chance of being a couple than a dreamy princess.

At the poetry meeting, people were rushing, and the military generals were drunk, and the civil officials were discussing and discussing the poem about the moonlit night in the spring river. Unlike Changsun Chong, who was in a grudge, these great scholars did not have so much thought of it as plagiarism. Such a peerless work must have a source even if it was copied. But who in the Tang Dynasty had the ability to use a poem for others?

"Xie Lingyun of the Southern Dynasty praised Cao Zijian of the Three Kingdoms. He said that there is only one stone in the world. Cao Zijian occupied eight dou. Now, this magic doctor Du is probably not inferior to Cao Zijian of the Three Kingdoms. Not only is he unparalleled in medical skills, but his poetry talent is also unparalleled in the world.

His poem "The Moon Night of the Spring River" definitely does not belong to Cao Zijian's Goddess of Luo River." An old minister said loudly with a little drunkenness.

"That's right, great talent is definitely great talent. Such great talent cannot be idle. Let's go and give advice to Your Majesty, and it must be used more." A group of censors rushed to Emperor Li Er with alcohol, wanting to speak for Du Shaoqing.

Li Er was speechless. Why didn’t you lose your composure when drinking wine and poetry? What happened today? How much alcohol has become like this?

Actually, this is normal. What do you usually drink? Sanle slurry, no degree of degree. Now? The winery opened by Cheng Yaojin, the most famous strong wine and stolen knife in Chang'an, is a treasure in the world. Even military generals can't stand it, let alone a group of civil officials.

Xiao Xuanxuan beside the princess pouted and said dissatisfied: "Mom, why did Dad leave with that annoying guy? He didn't even look at Xuanxuan. Do you want us?"

The princess, who was not very careful at first, was reminded by her daughter's words. She comforted her with concern and said she would not. She turned around and urged her mother to do so. In the past, the father always refused to agree because the other party was not talented or virtuous. Now, with this talent, how can she still disagree?

The queen held her daughter's hand and comforted her and said that she would discuss with the emperor tomorrow.

Princess Chengyang, the sister next to the princess, said enviously: "Sister, you are so happy. My brother-in-law has written two poems for you. I can't find such a romantic and talented person in the Tang Dynasty. I'm afraid that only he is worthy of being your husband."

"Haha, sister doesn't have to say that. In the future, my father will find you a unique person."

Princess Chengyang's face darkened. She remembered Du He who had broken off the engagement. She smiled bitterly and shook her head, "If I had the courage to do so, I would tell my father that I would never get married in this life. Unfortunately, my sister is not as good as you."

In the Duke of Qi's mansion, Changsun Wuji looked at his son who had woken up on the hospital bed and scolded with a gloomy face: "I didn't expect you to be so impulsive. A real man can bend and stretch. If he loses, he will lose. Why bother to frame the other party? What's going on now? Not only will he achieve the other party's reputation be ruined, but you will also destroy your own reputation."

"Dad, you can't let him get a cousin." Changsun Chong begged.

"It's enough, it's still for a woman. Is your eldest son of the Duke of Qi, the future Duke of Qi, only has a love affair in his heart? Your Changsun Chong is a man who wants to do great things, not for marrying a woman."

"But I will never give up in my life if I can't marry my cousin."

Well, my son is so stubborn, didn’t he give birth to himself? Changsun Wuji has no choice but to beat him or scold him, and even to scold him can’t untie his knot.

"You should reflect on yourself. If you continue like this, don't say that Your Majesty is standing by your side now, you may be giving the good situation to others yourself, and Your Majesty has to stand on their side."

After saying that, Changsun Wuji went out of the room and left Changsun Chong alone staring at the roof in a daze.

"Master, the Chief Secretary of Yongzhou Prefecture is looking for a meeting." The housekeeper came to report, and Changsun Wuji thought to himself, what should the Chief Secretary of the Prefecture do at night? Could it be that the incident was a result?

As expected, the prefectural chief brought the genetic data of the marriage of close relatives investigated in Chang'an. Changsun Wuji specifically explained that this data will be handed over to the emperor tomorrow, and it will be earlier in the hands of the prime minister.
Chapter completed!