The bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are shining.

After leaving the west of Chang'an City, at a glance, there were a large tent stretching for several miles by the Wei River, with flowers and bonfires everywhere, illuminating the river and campsites with red marks.

When you get closer, the nose is filled with the fragrance of barbecue game, and the sound of fiery silk and bamboo are surrounded by the ears. The ruling classes of the Han Dynasty gathered together to celebrate the birthday of the supreme emperor.

There were heavy troops guarding the camp outside, extending to the upper reaches of the Wei River, so as not to poison the water and capture the powerful and powerful.

After emitting the identity bronze seal, Han Yan entered the camp alone and shuttled through the endless tents, looking for his grandfather Han Tuedang.

"Yeah, isn't this Prince Yan?" The voice sounded from behind, and the lines were full of teasing.

Han Yan turned around when he heard the sound, his lips raised a curve slightly, and he also replied jokingly: "It turned out to be Prince Yan. After the Marquis of Gong Gao, the country is farewell, and it's okay."

When Liu Yan saw his smile, his heart suddenly became thrust for no reason. It has only been half a year since the usurpation. He has not forgotten that he has the handle in his hands, but he still can't hide his gloating. "Class Yan seems to be looking for someone, can't he be looking for your grandfather Gong Gao?"

"Hmm?" Han Yan raised his eyebrows.

Liu Yan: "You should go to the big tent at the last side to find it. There is a small grassland that specializes in captivity for the princes to eat for barbecue. Maybe the Marquis Gong Gao is there." Liu Yan pointed to the last tent that had spread for several miles.

"Oh? Do you know where he is?" Han Yan was suspicious.

"You will know when Prince Yan left." Liu Yan said tragically.

Han Yan felt something was wrong, but hesitated for a moment and walked backwards. As Liu Yan said, grandpa Han Tui was really here, but the situation was not good.

The moon was hazy, the flames on the bonfire crackled, the aroma of fat barbecue was everywhere, the waves on the Wei River were sparkling, and the sea of ​​fire was burning. Han Tuidang pointed to a clearing by the river and said angrily: "Why can't I bring the big tent here?"

"This camp is for King Jiyin. If you move the big tent here, it will block his tent door. How can the people coming and going pass?" The young mansion god put his hands in his sleeves, with a fearless face.

The Shaofu was huge, and he was responsible for the birthday of Emperor Jing of Han, and the tents of the princes were also arranged by him.

Han Tuidang's face turned dark. King Jiyin was the son of King Liu Wu of Liang and the grandson of Queen Mother Dou. Although Liu Wu died, his grandmother still had a grief. Naturally, his status was higher than that of him, the prince. Fighting with him was a humiliation. "Then where is my big tent allocated?"

"You are assigned to the tent at the last side." The God of Shaofu raised his hand and pointed to the last head of the tent, and saw a group of pigs and sheep swaying from afar.

Han Tuo gritted his teeth with hatred, "Is that where people live? Next to it is a pigpen, and flies and insects are flying all over the sky, saying it is a tent, there is not even a place to settle in it. Are you deliberately humiliating me?"

"I dare not, Gong Gaohou has a noble status. How dare I humiliate you? But the big tent is scarce. Why don't you talk to Your Majesty, or talk to the King of Yan and ask them to give you the big tent?"

"You..." Han Tui was trying to kill someone while looking at him, but he also understood.

According to royal etiquette, the big tents for night banquets are large and small, and the front row is full of giant tents. The first one is the emperor's, and the second one is the crown prince's, and they will occupy the position according to their superiority and inferiority.

The same is true for the princes. They should allocate camps based on their status and strength. The fiefdom of the Gonggao Marquis State is the smallest among all the princes and the weakest. Han Tuidang once surrendered to the Huns with his father, King Han Xin, and his descendants had the blood of the Huns. Although he led his subordinates to return to the Han Dynasty, he was also granted the title of marquis, but the princes of the Han Empire still looked down on him.

In addition, Han Yan and the Shaofu God had a grudge, and they fought each other's interests, which affected him. The Shaofu God took this opportunity to wear small shoes for him, which made people have no words to refute.

The old grudges and new revenge in the past, you can stop coming to me. Dare to make things difficult for my grandfather. Han Yan thought about it and walked straight forward, "I'm so embarrassed to see Lord God."

"Hmm?" The young mansion god was surprised at Han Yan's arrival. Seeing him saying kowtow, but he didn't kneel down, grabbed the chicken feathers as an arrow, he was angry and scolded: "When he saw Shangguan so rude, he said he would knock or not, is this the tutor of your Gonggaohou Kingdom?"

Han Tuidang's face was ashen, and he was sarcastic and sarcastic to the Shaofu God, and he was not satisfied with his words at all.

Han Yan smiled, straightened his back, and looked straight at the Shaofu God, "Sir, I think you are wise and confused. I grew up in the Prince's Palace and received the same education as the Prince's Prince Liu Che. Do you say I am rude and have no tutors? Is it because I have any objections to the Prince's Palace and my teacher Wei Wan? Or is it allusion to the Supreme One who does not understand etiquette in the future?"

Before he finished speaking, the Shaofu God's eyes contracted and he shouted loudly: "Shut up! The shameless madman. He is rude and dares to talk about the crown prince. I will ask Wei Wan another day how he educates his disciples."

"What education do I receive? Lord God should not pay attention to it. I want me to kneel down. Do you have this qualification? Do you think your status is equivalent to Your Majesty and the Crown Prince?"

"..." The young mansion god was stunned and his face turned pale.

Except for the court etiquette in the Han Dynasty, the rest of the etiquette was clearly stipulated, and the rest of the etiquette was spontaneous. Now there is still the only thing that respects Confucianism, and Confucian etiquette was not deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The court did not stipulate that subordinates should kneel when they see superiors, the people should kneel when they see officials, and even the emperor may not kneel when they see them.

The reason why I kneel is spontaneous behavior.

Even if Han Yan didn't kneel down, he would have nothing to say. At most, he could only say something rude.

After chasing back for grandpa and choking the young mansion god, Han Yan stopped talking about it. It is an indisputable fact that Gonggao Hou's country is weak and it is useless to say more, but the small tent next to the pigpen will not live in. You can just stay at my uncle Han Ying for one night.

At this time, in the palace-like imperial tent, torches flashed, candlelights were sanitation, soldiers were sanitation, and their armor was bright.

From a distance, the huge black and red camp tent was like a giant beast lying dormant in the darkness, emitting majestic momentum and awesome light, and also separating all the noise around it from afar.

As a cool breeze blows, the curtains of the camp sway, vaguely watching from the gaps in the curtain slits, you can see the lights swaying, the silk and bamboos are swaying, and the singing and dancing are rising to peace.

Emperor Jing of Han held high in the throne and actually brought the dragon throne over. He was shining with lights and could not be looked directly at.

The princes below were two rows left and right, and the princes surrounded the tent, laughing and cheering, toasting and urging, and they were in harmony.

The descendants of the princes were also flocked in groups, wandering around the night banquet venue, commenting on the singer and the dancer.

Liu Bulai and Liu Yan stood in the corner, occasionally smiling at the second generation of princes who were interacting with each other, and then whispered to each other to reminisce about the past.

"I just met Han Yan. The big tent of Gong Gaohou was arranged near the pigpen. The God of the Shaofu deliberately humiliated him. I see what Han Yan will do this time." Liu Yan laughed.

Liu Bulai and Han Yan had a friendship, so he naturally helped him speak: "Don't look at Prince Yan's young age and courageousness. I have never seen him suffer any losses. Sooner or later, the young mansion god will be in trouble."

"That depends on who is powerful." The two of them didn't want to discuss this topic anymore. Liu Yan poked Liu Bulai with his elbow, and hugged his eyes and asked quietly: "Are you ready to write a poem?"

"You're ready?"

"I bought three..."

“A little less.”

"What does it mean?" Liu Yan glanced at him blankly.

"I have prepared fifteen songs."

"..." Liu Yan: "It's so cool that there are so many Confucian scholars in your father's Rihua Palace."

"It would be great if I could make a splash like the Nuyan and the Emperor's Son." Liu Buhe said a little enviously.

“Today is an opportunity.”

The two were muttering, and they saw a prince standing up in the center of the camp. Seeing that his thin appearance was Liu Duan, the King of Jiaoxi, seemed to be trying to recite lyrics and fu to show his talents.

There were many descendants of the princes with amazing ideas. When they saw Liu Duan start, they were eager to try and rushed to the center. If they could be appreciated by the emperor, they could not only give their own faces, but also become famous all over the world, gain talent, and lay the foundation for the future succession of the throne.

Liu Yan and Liu Bulai approached the center as soon as possible, and saw Liu Duan sing with passion.

"It's a close distance, and there's no regret for separation and reunion."

"The meaning of fate and fate disappears, how many times will happen to the world?"

"A song of congratulations, I wish my father and the spring is always there every year..."

Before Liu Duan finished chanting, a meticulous discussion rang out on the scene. Although he knew in his heart that the word must have been bought by Liu Duan, he still felt it was amazing. Even the rough princes who did not understand literature thought that the word had connotations, the sentences were quite meaningful, and they tightly put the theme of celebrating the emperor's birthday.

Just this moment, 99% of the descendants of the princes in the tent were dejected. Compared with the other people's poems, the poems they bought were completely different. Even if they were taken out, they would be ugly. Instead, they set off the artistic conception of Liu Duan's poem, which made them boring.

"Is my son so talented?" After Liu Duan finished chanting, Emperor Jing of Han asked immediately, very surprised.

"I have been studying hard in Jiaoxi for many years, studying scriptures and studying theory. This poem is also an occasional work. Every word and sentence is hard. It took three years to find it to become a poem, just to add a little joy to the father's birthday." Liu Duan's eyebrows were lowered and respectfully.

"Okay, okay, my son is filial and talented." Emperor Jing of Han praised him and asked the princes around him: "What do you think of Duan'er's birthday poem?"

Liu De: "The artistic conception is profound and the masterpiece is extraordinary."

Liu Yu: "Original and ending...good words."

Liu Fei: “…”

Regardless of whether you accept or not, even if you feel very whispered in your heart, your face is full of compliments and you don’t want to touch the emperor’s eyebrows. This is even more so for the ministers, who are very good at compromising themselves.

For a moment, the entire camp was filled with praise, which made Liu Duan, the King of Jiaoxi, proud. His sick body seemed to have improved. Under the illumination of the candlelight, his face shining.

Liu Bulai and Liu Yan looked at each other, sighed and were overshadowed. They knew that today was in vain. Liu Duan's birthday greetings were too wonderful, and the lyrics he bought were completely incomparable to them. Perhaps only Sima Xiangru wrote a poem on the spot to suppress his popularity.

If they don’t work, it doesn’t mean that others can’t work either. The starting point is high and the words and sentences are good, it’s not a problem. There are also a mountain high.

Jiangdu King Liu Fei praised Liu Duan for a few words, and he felt very unhappy. Others were showing off, but I could only watch it. How could this work?

After a moment of thought, he went out and faced Emperor Jing of Han side by side with Liu Duan, saluting and saying, "Father, during the rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms a few years ago, my son was appointed as a general and was ordered to defeat Wu. During this period, he accidentally wrote a poem to commemorate his father's life in the military."

"Oh? Do you have any words?" Emperor Jing was a little puzzled. He was arrogant and domineering on weekdays, ignorant, and repeatedly violated the ban. He was ill by ministers. How could he be so literary today?

Liu Fei, however, said respectfully, no matter what the emperor thought, "When the father celebrates his birthday, his sons should express something. The literature accumulated in the past is waiting to be filial to his father."

"Then let's listen." Emperor Jing of Han covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughed gently twice, put the handkerchief under the desk table, looked down and saw blood. The noodles were still colored and stuffed the handkerchief into his clothes, looking at the King of Jiangdu under the hall calmly.

Liu Fei pondered for a moment, then said, "When I was drunk, I looked at the sword with a lamp, and dreamed of blowing the horns and camps... I divided my subordinates with 800 miles, and I heard the sound of fifty strings. I drew soldiers on the battlefield..."

While he was chanting, the curtain was lifted up. Han Yan and Gong Gaohou followed him in. When they entered the door, they saw several floors inside and outside. The princes and their descendants were standing on tiptoe and watching inward. Han Yan was stunned when he listened intently.

This sound is so familiar, this poem...

"The horse made Lu Feikui..."

"…The bow is astonished as the strings of thunder."

"——Fare the affairs of the king and the world."

"Winning the reputation of life and death--"

Liu Fei's eyes were weeping, and he looked up at Emperor Jing of Han, whose hair was white, as if he was feeling and sad from the bottom of his heart. His father is old, the hero is old and his ambitions are hard to fulfill. How could my father grow old so quickly...

"Pity white happened."

When the trembling voice finished the last sentence, the entire camp was silent, only Liu Fei's eyes were filled with tears, and his love was too deep, like the gurgling candle tears, which made him sad for the whole life of the army and the white roots.

"I wonder where the poem "Jiangdu King" comes from?"

The sudden sound of the crowd broke the silence, which made Liu Fei stunned. He used other people's words to achieve himself, which was somewhat disgusting. Although he had already bribed the piano master, painter and others to shut up and not pass on the poem "Ni Yan". Except for them, no one would know that the original author of "Breaking the Array" was Nu Yan, so he could use this poem to stun the night banquet. If the girl was ignorant, the strength and status of the princes would tell him what the true meaning of life was.

At this moment, when someone suddenly asked about Yuan, Liu Fei was a little panicked and subconsciously felt guilty. He did not dare to admit that the poem was written by himself. He could only say carelessly: "It was obtained from an inexplicable alchemist."

"Oh, Jiangdu King Dacai..."

The sound from the outside of the crowd was not high and seemed a little immature.

Liu Fei looked at the source of the voice, searching for it, but there was no one there, and no one spoke. He was about to ask who asked just now, and then the annoying voice sounded again.

Still in that position-
Chapter completed!