Chapter 1 Why can’t you, Fan Xian, pretend to force me?

Zhang Yuan sat here without blinking, with a look of confusion.

His head hurts, his mental state is very poor, his face turns pale and looks like he has just recovered from a serious illness, but he doesn't care about his physical discomfort, so he stares at the scene in front of him.

He had only one thought in his mind.

Where is this?

Have I traveled through time?!

What caught my eye was an antique courtyard located on the ground. In the center of the courtyard was a pavilion with ancient charm. There were three people kneeling on the futon. Among the three people was a small table, with tea and fruit trays on the table.

Below the pavilion are seven or eight tables of guests. These guests are all about twenty years old, each with outstanding temperament and gentle temperament.

This is obviously not modern!

Zhang Yuan endured his physical discomfort and forced himself to calm down. He did not dare to turn his eyes around, so he secretly watched around him.

First, Zhang Yuan saw himself sitting at the end of the last table under the pavilion, and he was still sitting in the corner of the table.

There was another person behind him, but Zhang Yuan looked at him. Although this person had a good attitude, his eyes were always looking at the pavilion and he didn't care about him at all.

So Zhang Yuan didn't care about that much, and his eyes were still looking at the three of them in the pavilion.

My heart was in a mess, but Zhang Yuan still tried hard to search for all the scenes he could see, just to get more information to make his mind clear.

He saw the three people in the pavilion dressed very well.

There was a man about twenty years old, wearing a purple robe and a dragon jade pendant around his waist. He was extraordinary and outstanding in temperament and had a gentle smile on his face.

"Today, we invite guests to the poetry meeting. I hope everyone will not hesitate to learn from me and show the style of my literati in Jiangguo! Let me become famous all over the world!"

This person's voice is definitely the best man Zhang Yuan has ever heard. It is gentle and elegant, and sounds particularly comfortable.

He grabbed a glass cup in his hand and drank it all at the tables in the hall.

With a free and easy breath, the man in purple drank the wine in the cup, facing downwards and no drop fell, and signaled that he had drunk it clean.

"Abide by the orders of the second prince."

Whether it is the guests at the pavilion or the two sitting next to the second prince on the pavilion, they all celebrated the ceremony.

The second prince??

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes and his mind became clear in an instant. In this scene, the conversation between these people made him feel suddenly enlightened.

Although I don’t know what country it is, at least I know it is ancient and feudal society, and the extraordinary young man at the age of the prefecture is the second prince of this country!

It can be heard from his words that this scene was a poetry party held by the second prince.

As for the poetry meeting, Zhang Yuan knew that it was a good scene for a group of students and literati to evade their pens.

Until everyone finished their salutes, Zhang Yuan came to his senses and hurriedly dragged his weak body and struggled to salute everyone.

It is said that Zhang Yuan's negligent manners were to be punished by the fully armed soldiers on both sides, but the soldiers holding guns looked at their noses and their hearts as if they had not seen them.

"Everyone is exempt from gifts. This place is not a temple. There is no need to bow. Just think that I am the same student as you." In the pavilion, the second prince smiled, waved his hand, and sat down again.

Behave freely and elegantly.

"The Second Prince is wise, please sit down. It's time to eat wine, there's no need to be restricted!" One of the two people beside the Second Prince hurriedly said to the guests at the seven or eight tables below with a smile.

The guests at the pavilion sat down, but they all sat upright without saying a word.

Zhang Yuan also quickly sat down with everyone, and his heart was already a little clear, but the more he understood, the less he dared not speak much.

As a person who has a brief study of ancient history, Zhang Yuan understood the rules of superiority and inferiority in feudal society from the bottom of his heart. The second prince in this pavilion said there was no need to be restrained.

Haha, look at who dares to talk more in the pavilion?

Although he didn't understand his current situation, Zhang Yuan, who had been an orphan since childhood, never dared to show off his behavior. He was deeply aware of the true meaning of the word "steady". No matter when or when he encountered any situation, he would be able to face it calmly. Even though he was panicked, he would not be able to show his voice on the surface.

"The weather is just right today, and the peach blossoms in the yard are fragrant. I wonder what to do with the peach blossoms in the first round?"

The second prince was sitting a little unrestrained. He was holding a bunch of grapes in his hand and chewing one gently.

But it still looked so gentle. He looked at the two people in front of the pavilion with a smile, but the voices also came from the pavilion, and the guests outside were also listening to it.

"Excellent! Since the poetry meeting, it must be the time when our students are showing what they have learned. I am afraid that everyone will be restrained. Today, I, Song Yu, will start with everyone to throw bricks and attract jade?"

Zhang Yuan saw that the most elegant man who had never spoken among the three people in the pavilion suddenly spoke.

The man felt that the venue was a little deserted, so he stood up and looked at everyone.

It turns out that this person is named Song Yu.

Zhang Yuan tried hard to remember the appearance of these people.

"Haha, Brother Song is humble. According to the regulations, Brother Song finished a poem and the next person should be followed within three breaths, otherwise he would have to be fined three glasses of wine. I will take these three glasses by my younger brother!"

In addition to the second prince and Song Yu in the pavilion, the man also smiled and said something in the end. What's different from Song Yu and the second prince is that he seemed to be relaxing in the whole audience, like a playboy.

"Then let's start." The second prince nodded and looked at Song Yu with a smile.

Song Yu nodded.

After closing his eyes for a moment, he walked three steps and opened his mouth:

"The cold winter month is like a cold front, and everything blows regardless of life. When the spring breeze brings warm sun, the fragrance of peach blossoms is like a warm wind."

Song was full of confidence and chanting with a moderate degree of tension. Just a poem was compiled by Song Yu, and then sat back with a smile on his face.

"Okay!" After hearing Song Yu's poem, the second prince's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared again on the corner of his mouth, and he nodded to Song Yu.

"Your Highness is absurd." Song Yu said modestly, but smiled.

"The second brother of Song is really clever, hahaha, I, Liu Tong, I, are not good at literature and cannot write poetry. I drink these three cups now." The last one who looked very playboy turned out to be Liu Tong, but he saw him clasping his fists at the second prince and Song Yu around him, pouring three glasses of wine and drinking all over.

"This scoundrel." Song Yu and the second prince looked at Liu Tong's decent face with helpless smiles.

After drinking, Liu Tong hurriedly pointed to the first guest at the first table under the pavilion, with a smile on his face and urged: "It's your turn to you, hurry up. If you can write poetry, don't learn from me drinking and acting like a rogue!"

The person pointed at by Liu Tong also had a bitter smile on his face.

"This idiot knows he is playing a scoundrel!" Zhang Yuan looked at this scene and his mouth twitched for a moment. He was speechless.

He looked at the person urging by Liu Tong with sympathy in his eyes. In front of the second prince and the eyes of so many people sitting down, how could he dare to imitate Liu Tong to cheat?

Even if you are forced to chant this poem, you have to force yourself to chant this poem. If this doesn’t work, even if your reputation is not corrupt, you will lose all your face!

"I'm so ugly."

Although the person pointed at by Liu Tong smiled bitterly on his face, he had no intention of panic. He just stood up slightly and a poem was chanted in a moment. After all, he was the one who could sit in the front row at the poetry meeting, so how could he have no real material?

This man received a lot of applause after chanting a poem.

Then the man stood up one by one and chanted the poem.

Zhang Yuan sat at the end, thinking in his mind.

It won't take long to reach him, but he is not panic.

Although this period was not much, it was enough for him to obtain some information in the venue. Looking at the carvings on the pavilion, the dressings of the people present, and the equipment of the soldiers on both sides, Zhang Yuan probably also had an understanding in his heart.

The carvings seemed to be from the Tang Dynasty, and the clothes of the people were somewhat similar to those of the Song Dynasty. As for the equipment of the soldiers, it seemed to be somewhat related to the Qin Dynasty.

In addition, the Jiang Kingdom that the second prince mentioned, and the history that Zhang Yuan knew, never appeared in five thousand years.

So Zhang Yuan was already 80% sure that this should be a parallel world, just like the TV series "Qing Yu Nian" I watched in my previous life.

Tsk tsk.

A trace of light flashed across Zhang Yuan's eyes. Unexpectedly, I, Zhang Yuan, would have such a day like Mr. Xiao Fan!

Zhang Yuan never denied his ambition. As an orphan in his previous life, he acted more than just difficult. It was so difficult for the old dean to raise him with great effort!

Fortunately, he did not let down the old dean, studied hard and was admitted to a prestigious school.

After entering society, he worked diligently and never neglected. Even when he became famous, he arranged a job for the old dean's grandson and bought a house.

Although I don’t know why, I suddenly came to such an inexplicable place, and Zhang Yuan didn’t even know his identity as this body, this did not prevent him from having ambition.

Zhang Yuan analyzed carefully.

The second prince held a poetry meeting, so these guests must be the best-school people in this country. If they can leave an impression in the hearts of these people and even further gain the attention of the second prince, then even if they reach the top, their development will definitely be much smoother!

As an orphan, Zhang Yuan was able to achieve success in the end without relatives to rely on. What did he rely on?

It is this kind of mind that is steady and courageous and good at seizing opportunities.

Zhang Yuan happened to know his knowledge when he saw the opportunity.

So, when it was Zhang Yuan's turn, he immediately stood up.

Although his body was a little sick, he still struggled to stand, imitating the students ahead, and gently editing, and making aloud:

"Zhang Yuan, whose courtesy name is Zishan, is Xian Chou."

At the end, he had no time to think, so he casually wrote a word for himself.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were staring at Zhang Yuan tightly, with an inexplicable look in their eyes.

Even the second prince in the pavilion looked at Zhang Yuan with a hint of strangeness.
To be continued...