In late February, Raozhou is full of spring, with tender leaves on the branches and green flowers blooming.

A group of more than two hundred cavalry slowly entered the city.

Officials from Raozhou came up and invited Zeng Gongliang with a smile, but Chen An did not go.

During the war, he regarded the journey of return as a journey, and liked to search for the secluded place wherever he went.

Raozhou has a long history. After Fan Zhongyan’s transformation, it is now even more vibrant.

Walking on the mottled stone road, people on both sides of the houses, from time to time, branches and leaves pop out of the walls and lend a little spring scenery.

Chen An wandered among these streets and alleys, leaving footprints everywhere in Donghu and Zhishan. However, it took too long to go there.

I went to Raozhou for two days to repair it. This was their pre-booked itinerary. The next day, the group was invited by local officials and said it was a literary club.

Chen An did not reveal his identity. The group of people regarded him as Zeng Gongliang's entourage official, and no one paid attention to him.

I got on the boat early in the morning and headed towards the island in the middle of the lake.

The East Lake looks like a piece of jasper, the water is not shocked, and it is clear and transparent.

When rafting on the lake, the breeze hits and it is cool.

Zeng Gongliang was talking to local officials, probably because of his pride after defeating Jiaozhi, so he was very relaxed and giving advice to the country.

"... Zeng Xiang, there is a general who was the one who trained the navy in the middle of the lake..."

"A river runs through the world, and merchants from all over the world gather. Poyang Lake is even more vast and endless. With such unique conditions, you have to pay more attention to improving people's livelihood..."

"...When Fan Wen was in the city, he rebuilt the waterway in the city, which made Raozhou City prosperous now. I remember my old friends and sigh..."

As they spoke, they leaned on the island in the middle of the lake. Everyone went up, and a group of literati and gentlemen came up and saluted them one after another.

"I've met Zeng Xiang."

Among these people, most of them were surprised and thought it was very rare to be able to open a party with the prime minister of the current dynasty. If you perform well later, you might have a chance to jump into the dragon gate!

The old people are a little reserved.

We had met Fan Zhongyan back then. How could you, Zeng Gongliang, compare with Xiao Fan?

Everyone sat down, someone had already set up the seats, and then the food and drinks came up.

A group of singers are singing and dancing, and the singing is accompanied by the breeze, making people feel refreshed.

Zeng Gongliang and those people were singing in poetry, and gradually drank too much, so he got up and danced.

The news they just received was that Fu Bi was worried.

Fu Bi's mother passed away, and the official canceled a large banquet for this, thinking that she was mourning, and then criticized as being too much. A prime minister was not worthy of being an emperor.

Fu Bi went to mourn, and Han Qi became the prime minister, and it is said that he was very proud.

Zeng Gongliang returned with the power of defeating Jiaozhi and would never continue to serve as Privy Councilor.

But it is hard to say how to arrange it. The emperor is unpredictable and even Zeng Gongliang cannot figure it out.

“… Come, come!”

Zeng Gongliang was very interested. After saying hello, most of the people present got up and danced with him.

Chen An didn't understand this kind of dance, nor did he want to dance, so he just sat there and drank it himself.

Everyone was dancing gracefully, you, a boy, couldn't sit still, holding a wine glass and looking at the lake, looking at the happy face.

Who do you think you are?

Those literati were dissatisfied. Zeng Gongliang returned to his fullest later and asked them to write poems and articles to commemorate the gathering.

The party in later generations was probably the wine pool and meat forest, with beauties everywhere, and the hormonal aura ran around.

But now the party is not bad. The dancers stopped dancing and hang out with the literati. Chen An even saw an old guy pulling a dancer back.

The old guy probably got drunk too much, so Zeng Gongliang looked at him and ignored him, but the magistrate of Raozhou nodded slightly, saying that he would deal with him later.

"Someone has it!"

An old guy stood up and began to recite the poem he had made.

Then, poems gushed out, and Zeng Gongliang commented from time to time, and the host and the host were happy.

The banquet continued, and everyone was drunk. Someone saw Chen An in silence all the time, and asked, "I dare to ask why this official has no poetry?"

Whatever you are sitting there? Zeng Gongliang is the prime minister and is just having fun with me, but you are not talking.

Chen An looked up at the man asking about it and said, "Why do you want to write poetry?"

The man said in surprise: "Today, all the wise men gathered together, and everyone wrote poems to commemorate them."

Chen An was wearing a blue shirt and couldn't tell his identity. He smiled and said, "I don't have this kind of elegant atmosphere today, you can do it yourself."

Compared with poetry, Chen An prefers natural scenery.

The lake light in front of you is fascinating, and there is a rare poem on the side that can be heard, but it is no different from noise.

Chen An has been tolerating these noises for a long time. If he hadn't been well-educated, he would have been sarcastic.

You must be convinced by virtue!

His smile was very sincere, and everyone shook their heads, and some people muttered, "I'm afraid I can't write poetry, so I'm pretending to be stupid."

"Today's grand event, literary talent and poetry, how could such a person who is just a scattered person get in?"

Chen An was at the end of the journey, with a few village soldiers, so these people considered him a minor official.

People will have different reactions after drinking too much. Some will be dazed, but more people will be excited.

Zeng Gongliang was already surrounded, and the literati rushed to introduce themselves, and recited their previous poems and articles, asking him to correct them.

Zeng Gongliang was so busy that he was very pleased.

Everyone has the problem of being a good teacher. Zeng Gongliang is planning to gain some reputation all the way, so he answers questions and answers.

There were a few young literati who had drunk too much and ridiculed Chen An, while the people around him were laughing.

Chen An couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at the wine in the glass.

A good wine was recently released in Yongzhou. When they set off, Xiao Gu collected a batch for them to take to drink on the road.

This fruit wine is not very alcoholic, but tastes excellent and unforgettable.

Zeng Gongliang was planning to send a few jars to the officials and leave a few jars for the prime ministers, so he was very stingy.

Chen An also asked for a few jars and prepared to give them to Lao Bao and his future father-in-law.

So today I brought a jar of wine. Zeng Gongliang asked for most of the time, and drank it with the prefect and respected people, and then praised it endlessly.

The remaining half is in Shen'an. This guy savors the wine carefully, making people salivate.

Those people were not qualified to drink, but when they heard that Zeng Gongliang kept praising it as a fine wine, they couldn't help it.

Don’t worry about drinking! Write poems quickly and let us take the opportunity to have some good wine.

"Someone can't write poetry."

Chen An took another sip of the wine, then sighed, as if he was praising him.

"What will you do?"

"Someone will...drink."

I am idle, and Chen An is teasing these people.

These people didn't know it, so they all spoke out provocations.

Chen An teased these people all the time, then looked at the lake, thinking about his sister and that girl in his heart.

The Imperial Academy will definitely turn over, and he has great confidence in this.

In other words, when you go back, you have to prepare to discuss the wedding date.

This year? Or next year.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was proud in the eyes of others.

I just won't give you some drinks.

The small jar was right at his feet. If you wanted to drink, you spoon it into a cup.

"Bah! Just a guy who is just a mess!"

A young man couldn't help it after all, so he spat for a moment, then walked over with his hands behind his back, ready to praise Zeng Gongliang.

"Good poem!"

There was a noise there, and then Zeng Gongliang got up and looked over and said, "I didn't expect that I could hear such a sound of gold and stone in Raozhou. Anbei, come, let's taste this poem together."

Chen An frowned and said, "Zeng Xiang, I don't understand this!"

He had just heard that this poem basically means that people should be noble in their lives, be indomitable, etc., and it is an inspirational poem.

This poem is good, but it has some problems of complaining without any reason.

Chen An bowed and said, "I heard it just now, and I was shocked. I was blessed to see you. Looking back, this poet is sung by everyone, and the reputation of once respecting talents will also be gained..."
To be continued...