Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Yan Xining reached out and grabbed the thing, which turned out to be a silk flower made of silk cloth.

Just when she was distracted, the candidates suggested playing Feihua drinking games.

A person stood in the pavilion and threw silk cloth and silk flowers to the crowd. Whoever caught them had to improvise a poem or drink a penalty. In short, it was a test of talent.

This is the easiest way to liven up the atmosphere.

Yan Xining looked at the silk flowers in her hand and naturally would not spoil everyone's fun.

She swept her eyes across the entire room, and the candidates had indeed shaken off their previous dejection. At this moment, they were full of the heroic spirit of drinking and singing, and enjoying the glory of life.

She smiled and said, "Then I will show off my ugliness in front of you all." Then she walked to the table where the four treasures of the study were placed, picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, thought for a moment, and began to write:

"My name is listed on the golden list, and congratulations fill the hall.

Ten years of waiting by the window will eventually pay off, and the Wild Goose Pagoda will be glorious one day.

Talent is like a beautiful jade that has been carved, and ambition is like soaring in the sky.

Three cups of fine wine together, the spring breeze is full of joy and the rhythm is long-lasting."

The ink on the paper is dripping, each word is powerful, and each stroke has charm.

She put the written paper aside and wrote on another piece of paper:

"The turmoil of the imperial examination is not cause for sorrow; if you fail temporarily, do not hesitate.

There is no regret in having dreams of green mountains, and there is still room for ambition to be hidden in one's heart.

I have been diligently studying books and making swords for three years, and my ambition is the stepping stone to the sky.

Come back and look at the title, and smile as you cut away the glorious years."

These two poems, one is to congratulate Yuan Yiming and others who passed the high school entrance exam, and the other is to encourage those who failed the exam. They are both thoughtful and clever.

The candidates came closer to look, and there was something strange in their eyes.

Putting aside the quality of the poem, the calligraphy alone is the work of a master.

Someone suddenly said, "Wherever the brush strokes, it pierces the clouds and splits the rocks, like the dance of dragons and snakes. Could it be that the words 'Zhuangyuanlou' were written by Master Ning?"

When everyone saw what she wrote with their own eyes, they were shocked. It was true that there were many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the capital.

Someone asked, "Master Ning, you have a gift for poetry, unique insights, and every word is a gem. You must be a man of great learning. Why don't you take the imperial examination?"

Yan Xining did want to, but the world hadn't evolved to that stage yet. She smiled and shook her head, "Our family has a family motto: if you want to be an official, don't do business; if you want to be a businessman, don't become an official. I chose business! I'm sorry to have embarrassed you all! Come on, let's continue. We won't leave until we're drunk today!"

Chu Jinxun looked at the elegant and carefree young man in brocade clothes, chatting freely in the crowd, with a faint smile between his eyebrows. However, the wine pot in front of him was inadvertently put away and replaced with a pot of tea.

Once, the silk flower fell into Chu Jinxun's hands.

Chu Jinxun also said casually:

"My body is often sick but I am still wild and unrestrained, my ambition is to reach the end of the world.

I want to climb to the top of the mountain to see the vast ocean, and I want to sail a small boat to explore the distance.

The body is like a journey through the bitter frost, and the heart is like the scorching sun breaking through the fog.

Don't lament the difficult and rugged road ahead, let your lofty sentiments overflow into the vastness."

This poem won a round of applause and praise from the crowd. His illness couldn't stop his high spirits, which made the failed candidates feel very excited. Naturally, it added a small climax to the gathering.

The banquet lasted from noon until the lanterns were hung up. The dishes were added several times and more than ten jars of wine were drunk. Most of the candidates were drunk and staggering, but they were having a great time.

After asking the waiter to send the candidates back to their rooms, Yan Xining turned around and saw Chu Jinxun standing next to a flower tree.

The smoky green brocade clothes did not attract any attention at all. If it were not for the lantern, he would hardly have been noticed.

Yan Xining hurried over: "Your Highness, I'll send someone to take you back home!"

Chu Jinxun turned his head, his eyes were a little blurry due to the alcohol. There seemed to be a bright starry river slowly flowing in his eyes, and it seemed as if they were shrouded in a layer of mist.

He had also drunk several cups today and took a few steps towards Yan Xining. His steps were a little unsteady, but he still had the royal demeanor.

The corners of his mouth were curled with a seemingly foolish smile, and his voice was a little hoarse, but it made him even more charming: "Master Ning, today... today is really wonderful. This king... This king really can't bear to leave."

"Your Highness, all good things must come to an end. I'm honored that you enjoyed yourself to your heart's content, but the Zhuangyuan Building is so simple that it's impossible for Your Highness to stay here overnight! I'll send someone to safely return Your Highness's residence. Is that okay with you, Your Highness?"

Chu Jinxun shook his head with a bit of childish stubbornness.

He looked at Yan Xining firmly, his eyes burning with fire, and spoke with a slight hint of alcohol: "No, no! Master Ning, you have great talent. This king really wants to talk with you all night long, listening to you talk more about the customs and people. The wonderful world you talk about always makes this king fascinated. This king will not let you send me off, I have guards!"

Yan Xining looked at Chu Jinxun, who had a lisp when speaking, and found it a little funny.

Today's Chu Jinxun is very interesting and down-to-earth.

It was also the first time she saw him like this. It was funny to see him standing straight and looking serious even though he was obviously drunk.

She smiled and took a step forward, gently coaxing, "Your Highness is in a good mood, and I will accompany you. However, Your Highness has drunk quite a bit, so it would be best if you return to the palace to rest. We can talk again another day. Where are Your Highness's guards?"

A figure suddenly walked out from behind the shadows of the trees.

Yan Xining glanced sideways and saw that it was Jing Feng.

She looked at the tree shadows, then at Jingfeng, curious: "You've been here all this time?"

Jingfeng nodded silently.

Yan Xining nodded. That was right. As a guard, if he was not with Chu Jinxun, he would not be able to arrive in time if there was any danger.

"It just so happens that your prince is drunk. Please help him go back and rest!"

Jingfeng nodded again and reached out to support Chu Jinxun: "Prince, let's go back to the palace!"

Chu Jinxun grabbed Yan Xining's sleeve, his eyes, filled with water and starlight, stared at her steadily: "Mr. Ning, I have something to say!"

"Your Majesty, please speak!"

"Today, today is truly wonderful. This king hasn't had such a satisfying time in a long time. It's really... I'm still not satisfied. This king has a, a request!"

Who can refuse the request of a handsome and noble young man with clear and sincere eyes?

Yan Xining said without hesitation: "Your Highness, you are welcome. If you have any instructions, just tell me!"

"Then you, will you agree?" Chu Jinxun looked at her with bright eyes, like a child who wanted candy, making people feel soft-hearted unconsciously.

Yan Xining couldn't help but say, "Your Highness has given the order, so of course I agree!"

Chu Jinxun shook his head, somewhat dissatisfied: "No, it's not an order, it's a request between friends! Do you agree?"

At this moment, her sleeve was still being pulled by Chu Jinxun, and the two were close to each other. Strangely enough, when they were facing each other in the palace before, she didn't feel how tall Chu Jinxun was, but at this moment, she could feel that, looking at his thin figure, he was almost a head taller than her.

This means he is at least 185cm tall, right?

Yan Xining found it funny. Chu Jinxun was so cute like this, so cute that it was hard to refuse: "Promise!"

Chu Jinxun was delighted, his smile becoming even more innocent and naive. "I'm very curious about the stilt houses that Young Master Ning mentioned earlier, built by the water, with wooden stakes supporting the ground floor, half on the ground and half in the water; and about the fruit covered with thorns, the flesh smelling awful but delicious when eaten. I'd like to sleep on the same bed with you and talk by candlelight all night. I wonder if Young Master Ning would grant me the honor?"

Yan Xining: “……!!!”

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