Zhu Gaochi rushed forward and finally arrived in Yingtian in the middle of the moon. Before he could rest, the dog came to the county prince's mansion and said that his Majesty announced his visit. Zhu Gaochi went to the Da Nei without stopping.

Next to the Ganqing Hall, I found the second and third brothers were there, and I was a little surprised.

I was secretly in awe.

My father was so anxious to see us three brothers. Could it be that we were preparing to rehabilitate the matter of appointing a crown prince? Zhu Gaochi felt a bad premonition in his heart. If he was to rehabilitate the crown prince, it seemed that there was no need to rehabilitate.

Could it be that the father wants to make a second son?

It wasn't right after thinking about it again.

If the second son is to be appointed, he should be the one who manages the country during his illness. Why is the third son who manages the country?

Should we establish the third brother?

This is even more surprising.

Zhu Gaochi was a little confused.

It's more than him.

The brothers Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui were also confused and were filled with cold hearts.

The father has never seen his ministers these days. Today, as soon as the eldest brother arrived in Yingtian, he summoned the three brothers to meet him. This is not obvious that he is waiting for the eldest brother to come back and announce a major event.

This attitude is obviously a rhythm that the boss is the crown prince.

After the three brothers were silenced and asked about their well-being, they fell into silence. Then, led by the eunuch Gou'er to the palace where his father lived temporarily. Gou'er stood at the door, pushed open the door, bowed, and made a gesture of invitation, "Three Your Highness, please."

The three of them were surprised again.

Gou'er brought everyone here, but he didn't even go in to report it, so he asked the three of us to go in directly. This is not in line with the etiquette. What is the medicine sold in the father's gourd?

The three of them entered the room uneasy and looked at the two men beside the table, stunned.

What's the situation?

There was a man wearing a yellow robe by the table.

Kneel on the ground.

His face was in a trepidated manner, as if he was living with sin.

All the three brothers were petrified and didn't know what was going on. The scene in front of them was incomprehensible.

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The sky is blue.

The sun is just right.

Near noon, the sky is high and the sun is white, and the clouds are floating like trunks.

Yanguan Town, above the embankment.

In the prime location where you are watching the front line of tide, Saihazhi and others quickly set up tables and chairs, put them on pastries, and then took a group of tid cavalry from the Nanzhen Fushi to retreat to the side, pressing their knife to the side, guarding the people watching the tide.

Flying fish suit, embroidered spring sword.

It is majestic and domineering.

In the circle of the Tiqiqi of the Nanzhen Fushi, there were eleven women including Soqiuna, all wearing strong clothes, everyone was silent, with a solemn and murderous look. Although there were only eleven people, the elegant atmosphere created was even more than that of the many Tiqiqi of the Nanzhen Fushi.

Dusk and Soqiuna stood side by side, looking into the distance.

There are hidden sounds of waves.

Soqiuna looked nervous and excited.

When I came to the Ming Dynasty, when I was reading the poem by Su Xian, a great writer of the Song Dynasty, I read this sentence: The tide of August 18th is spectacular and there is no magnificent world.

It is about the tide of Qiantang River.

By coincidence, I read another poet of the Song Dynasty’s masterpiece: the white rainbow walking through the long sand, and the jade cup on the jade platform was empty. The sunny day shaking the bottom of the clear river, and the evening was floating and rising in the waves.

It also refers to the Qiantang River tide.

Not only that, Soqiuna has seen the Qiantang River tide in many poems. As a person who grew up in the Western Regions, she is full of longing for the Qiantang River tide.

Although these poems are actually average, even the one from Su Xian is not considered amazing.

But Soqiuna still wants to see it with her own eyes.

At dusk, he stood with his hands behind his back and asked Soqiuna with a smile: "It's been more than a year since we arrived in the Ming Dynasty. In your heart, among the beautiful mountains and rivers, which scene do you expect most, is the Qiantang River tide ranked first?"

Soqiuna thought for a moment and said honestly: "Actually, the ranking is relatively low."

Dusk was surprised, "Why?"

The spectacular Qiantang River tide is rare in the entire Ming Dynasty territory, and it can only be ranked behind. What a wonder the other scenes that Soqiuna is looking forward to?

Soqiuna stroked the willow temples that were blown away by the wind, "Because in the poem, it is not the most beautiful."

At dusk, "Tell me and see."

Soqiuna pondered for a while, "I want to go to see Qingcao Lake in Longyang County. Well, I must go to see it at night, and if I want to raft on the lake, there must be a night full of galaxies, because I want to experience the beautiful dream of "I don't know the sky is in the water after being drunk, and the boat is full of clear dreams to press the galaxies."

Dusk nodded, "Have vision."

This poem comes from the late Tang Dynasty poet Tang Wenru, and is also his only work "Inscription on Qingcao Lake in Longyang County".

The west wind blows the waves of the old Dongting, and Xiangjun has a lot of white hair all night.

After getting drunk, I don’t know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is pressing down on the sky.

The poem is beautiful.

Moreover, he is stunning in talent and a bit of the romantic atmosphere of Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. The sentence "After drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is pressed down on the galaxy", the words "I have fallen into the sky and the moon hangs on the sky, and the reflection of the quiet lake.

The beauty of its artistic conception can rank among the top three in the long river of poetry and writing for five thousand years.

Personally, Twilight believes that it deserves to be number one.

It is probably comparable to a certain sentence in the preface of King Teng.

Soqiuna said again: "Actually, I still want to see the sea. When the night is in a state of desolation, I sit on the white beach, watching the clear white sand flowing through my fingers, and look up at the line of the sky and sea. In the darkness, a white jade plate suddenly jumped out of the water and tasted the beautiful scenery of the world where "the bright moon is born on the sea, and the ends of the world share this time."

Dusk couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of my heart: "This is the beauty of poetry."

Soqiuna also said: "Central Plains culture is really enviable. I just regret not being a Ming person in this life."

Laughing at dusk.

A sense of pride comes naturally.

Soqiuna continued: "I also want to go to Tengwang Pavilion to see the quiet lake where the autumn water and the lonely wild goose fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color."

Dusk was really convinced, "How much do you love Central Plains culture?"

Soqiuna smiled embarrassedly.

Continuing, "I want to go to many places. I want to see the lonely scenery of 'a setting sun spreads in the water, half of the river is whispering half of the river', and I also want to see the lonely scenery of 'a man with a straw hat and fishing alone in the cold river snow', and I also want to see how 'the spring river tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born with tides', and I also want to see if 'the flying flow is three thousand feet down, and I suspect that the Milky Way falls into the sky' is three thousand feet."

The dusk was so happy, "I don't know if there are three thousand feet. I just missed the mother and daughter Zhao Xianglu and Zi Yan. And I seriously suspected that our poet was driving while watching the waterfall."

Soqiuna: “…”

At dusk, he looked surprised, "Don't you know? The sun shining incense burner produces purple smoke. It's a good girl, but our poet wrote down the boudoir story, and even her daughter has been famous for it forever."

Soqiuna: “…”

It's simply speechless.

What a good poem, you interpret it like this, is extremely shameless.

By the way, what does driving mean?

I didn't dare to think too much, for fear that the slutty official would say something even more ashamed, so I asked him: "What about you, which one is your favorite verse?"

After a moment of thought, "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February."

No one is convinced, just accept this song.

It's a good poem.

Are frost leaves really frost?

Why do frost leaves turn red?

It's meaningful.

So Qiuna looked confused. Although this poem is good, it has not become a favorite poem by a scholar. As the nephew of the first six poems, the great official likes this poem alone, which is quite puzzling.

But in front of them, a man sitting and waiting for the tide to come turned around and couldn't hide his smile, "Don't listen to him, he is interpreting the poem randomly to tease you. This poem is actually very good."

Men understand those two words.
Chapter completed!