The venue of the poetry meet was located in the royal garden by the Qujiang River.
The staff of Guanglu Temple had already finished decorating and decorating the entire villa. They had also prepared all kinds of delicacies, enough to accommodate hundreds of people attending the meeting at the same time.
Although the guests were all young masters of the noble families, many of them brought along familiar students and scholars to help out. This was to avoid the awkwardness of not being able to compose a single poem, so there were quite a few people attending the meeting.
Before the lights were turned on, the entrance of the villa was already filled with luxuriously decorated carriages. One by one, well-dressed young masters brought their attendants into the villa.
The Great Tang's atmosphere was open, so there were many young ladies from noble families sitting in the womenfolk's section.
After preparing for a long time, they could finally make their appearance. The young masters and followers at the meeting were all very excited.
As long as he performed well at the poetry meet, even if he couldn't win Princess Changle's favor in the end, he could still show his face in front of Li Er, the emperor. Would he still be afraid of not having the opportunity to be promoted and make a fortune in the future?
Moreover, there were many unmarried young ladies in the meeting. Many people knew that there was no hope for the princess, so they simply targeted these young ladies, especially the directorates and scholars who accompanied the young masters.
If a young lady from a wealthy family took a fancy to him, he would be able to jump over the dragon gate and get on a big ship. He would be able to save at least 20 years of hard work.
Just as everyone was lining up in an orderly manner to enter the villa, a carriage suddenly rushed straight over and cut in at the front.
" Who is this? How arrogant!"
No matter when, cutting the queue was very annoying. Immediately, someone stuck his head out and asked in dissatisfaction.
"Who else could it be? The eldest son of the Zhangsun family!”
Someone replied in a bad mood. The young master who asked the question earlier instantly cowered.
Sighs soon came from the crowd, but no one asked any more questions.
It couldn't be helped. After all, their family background was inferior to others and they couldn't afford to offend them.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the villa. Zhangsun Chong led a few guests and jumped down from the carriage.
After a week of treatment and all kinds of expensive medicinal herbs, Zhangsun Chong's pig-headed face finally subsided, and he once again returned to the image of a handsome young master.
With Zhangsun Wuji's hard work, he had even managed to rope in a few of the most talented students from the directorate and had prepared quite a number of poems in advance. He planned to perform well in the poetry competition.
However, perhaps because the carriage was too fast and too shaky, Zhangsun Chong's right leg suddenly went soft when it touched the ground, and he almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, a directorate student beside him reacted quickly enough and hugged Zhangsun Chong, preventing him from making a fool of himself in public.
However, there was still a burst of laughter from the crowd.
Zhangsun Chong was instantly enraged and was about to flare up.
However, before Zhangsun Chong could make a move, a lazy voice suddenly sounded.
"Chumo, why do you think the eldest young master of the Zhangsun clan is here to attend the princess's poetry recital?”
"How would I know? If I have the time to study it, I might as well drink a cup of Immortal Drunken Wine.”
Cheng Chumo said unhappily. This kind of thing was really too difficult for a boor like him.
However, the scene of Zhangsun Chong being hugged by a man, coupled with this, made Cheng Chumo suddenly have the urge to find a place to throw up.
"Boss, you don't know this. Some people, after being in love for a long time and not being able to vent, will raise some catamites and secretly do it in the study.”
Du Gou was also very sinister as he added insult to injury.
"Could it be that Zhangsun Chong is the legendary genius who can attack and take both men and women?”
The voice from before became even more surprised." Let's go away quickly. Don't disturb the couple's lovey-dovey relationship!"”
Zhangsun Chong's face turned ashen.
He would never forget this voice.
Qin Huai said!
"Qin Huaidao, don't insult me.”
"I'll report you to His Majesty right now!" Zhangsun Chong said in exasperation.”
Zhangsun Chong, who had just recovered from the swelling on his face, knew very well that if they were to fight, his group of scholars would definitely not be a match for Qin Huaidao and Cheng Chumo. He immediately brought up Li Er and threatened.
This was the poetry recital that Li Er had organized for Princess Chang Le. At that time, Qin Huaidao would definitely lose face and his reputation would be ruined. Cousin Chang Le would definitely not be deceived by Qin Huaidao again.
Zhangsun Chong thought smugly. He had forgotten that he was still in the arms of that dumbstruck directorate student.
"In broad daylight, two men were hugging in public in the crowd for almost an incense stick's time, and you still say that it's not a male style?”
Qin Huaidao said slowly.
At this moment, the surroundings were already filled with people who were watching the show. After hearing this, they all looked at Zhangsun Chong, who was still in the arms of the directorate student. They instantly felt a chill and hurriedly took a few steps back.
He secretly laughed in his heart and made up his mind to publicize this matter and spread it throughout Chang 'an.
The eldest son of the Zhangsun family was gay. This was super big news!
Zhangsun Chong almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He pointed at Qin Huaidao, unable to speak for a moment.
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