In the Zuo Prime Minister's house, a banquet is being held, and a dignitary is staggered, talking and laughing.

Su Muqing, the left minister, was dressed dignified, sitting in the main seat, with a faint smile on her face, and sometimes opened her mouth to guide the topic and enliven the atmosphere.

Wang Xian changed his clothes and walked in under the leadership of the people of Zuo Xiangfu.

"Brother Bo'an, you're late. ”

As soon as he approached, someone who was more familiar with him greeted him with a smile.

Bo'an is Wang Xian's character.

With the title of "Great Zhou Shusheng", there are naturally many people who are elegant and willing to have a good relationship with him.

"If something is delayed, I'll punish myself with three cups later!"

Wang Xian laughed, quite bold.

"Mr. Boan, don't stand and talk, please take a seat. ”

Su Muqing's voice was gentle, and Wang Xian immediately responded and sat down under the guidance of the maid.

"Brother Bo'an, I don't know why it's delayed?"

An elderly Confucian with gray hair asked with a smile.

Wang Xian was heroic, and poured himself three cups in a row before he wiped his mouth and spoke.

"Haha, I originally came a long time ago, but then Admiral Chu suddenly came to me and said that Your Majesty had a poem for me to copy, and I was going to put it off until tomorrow, but it was ......"

"But what?"

The person next to him asked curiously.

"However, I didn't expect it to be a masterpiece!"

Wang Xian sighed and narrowed his eyes, as if he was still reminiscing about the charm of the poem.

"If you miss the time, please forgive your sins!"

Seeing that the people around him were looking at him, Wang Xian also snorted and arched his hand towards the left minister.

"What's the sin of a trivial matter?"

Zuo Xiang has a gentle smile and appears approachable.

"However, I am curious, I don't know what kind of poems can be praised by Mr. Bo'an?

"Nothing to do!"

Wang Xian couldn't wait to share this "heirloom poem", and when he heard this, he immediately stood up.

He looked around, and saw that the crowd of people who were laughing and drinking stopped talking, waiting for him to speak.

Wang Xian cleared his throat, his face became solemn, and he opened his mouth word by word.

"Yun wants clothes...... Flowers want to look. ”

"The autumn breeze blows on the threshold...... Revlon. ”

"If it weren't for the Jade...... See you on the hill. ”

But Xiang Yaotai ...... The moon falls. ”

Listening to the poems recited from Wang Xian's mouth, some nobles had just raised the wine bottle to their mouths, but forgot to drink it, and some Confucian scholars were gently tapping the table to respond to the harmony, but stopped moving......

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent!

The hall was full of guests, all immersed in this dream-like artistic conception, and even the girls who came with the elders blushed with their faces, as if they were the fairies who substituted themselves into the poem, and met Lang Jun in their hearts under the jade mountain and Yaotai moon.

"Good poetry, worthy of the name of the world!"

After a long silence, an elderly Confucian scholar sighed.

"Yes, I'm lucky enough to hear this poem today!"

"Luckily...... Luckily......"

For a while, one after another.

"Brother Bo'an, who wrote this poem?" asked the Confucian scholar next to Wang Xian.

"Xiao Tong heard from Admiral Chu that it seemed to be done by a man named Jiang Chen. ”

Wang Xian stroked his beard and looked around.

"This Jiang Chen can make such poems, I don't think he is famous, I don't know if anyone knows the origin of this person?"

"Jiang Chen?"

This somewhat unfamiliar name was recalled by the full house.

"I've heard of him. ”

A younger-looking man sitting straight thought for a moment and spoke.

Zhang Yushi said carefully. ”

The person next to him urged.

"I've heard about this not too early, but it's just a few days ago. ”

Zhang Yushi said: "A few days ago, at the Yunhuai Poetry Meeting, there was a young man, who made a poem "Title Yunhuai River Gift to the Smoke Girl", the poem shocked the four, when the Guozi Priest Wine King Shouzheng and Dr. Zhang Zizhong happened to be present, and the comments must be handed down. ”

The young man who wrote the poem seems to be named Jiang Chen, but I don't know the origin, and I don't know if it is the same person as Mr. Bo'an. ”

As soon as his voice fell, someone immediately picked up.

"Is it possible that there are two people named Jiang Chen in the world, who can make poems that have been handed down to the world, but everyone has never heard of them, but they are all in Hojing? ”

The man sighed: "It's a pity that I don't know what the identity of this Jiang Chen is, such an ethereal heirloom is at your fingertips, but it is nowhere to be seen, it is really like an immortal who sees the head and the end of the dragon." ”

"Immortal, Jiang Chen, this seems to be ......"

Suddenly, a person frowned, as if he remembered something.

"Master Li, have you heard of this person?" Seeing his expression, someone immediately asked.

"I can't be considered to have heard of it, but I have heard a rumor......

Director Li did not speak in a hurry or slowly.

"Don't sell it, what a rumor, come and hear it!"

A person next to him knocked on the case: "If you don't say it, I'm going to punish you for drinking today!"

"Don't worry, don't worry. ”

Director Li shook his head.

According to legend, His Majesty lived in the East China Sea and had a relationship with the children of the immortal family from the East China Sea, and the two made a lifelong decision on Luojia Mountain and in front of the Green Lantern Ancient Temple. This immortal disciple seems to be called Jiang Chen!"

"I originally thought that this was just a good thing and I didn't take it to heart, so I didn't remember it for a while, but now that I think about it, if it weren't for the immortals of the East China Sea, how could I make such poems?"

The more he spoke, the more energetic he became.

"Your Majesty's Martial Saint, and the Lord of Zhongzhou, Jiang Chen's son is an immortal in the East China Sea, and he is also amazing, the two of them are really ...... made in heaven."

Speaking of this, he reacted violently and apologized to the left.

"Lord Zuo, the lower official has lost his words. ”

After all, the unharmonious relationship between the left minister and the empress is already quite obvious, such as Wang Xian and his ilk, who themselves belong to the clear stream, neither side can be offended, both sides are irrelevant, and they speak casually, they are still taboo to speak on this occasion.

"Today is just a private feast, and there is no need to be restrained. ”

Listening to their discussion, Zuo Xiang smiled faintly, did not say much, but picked up the wine bottle.

"Mr. Bo'an brings the heirloom work to help the fun, when the big white floats, I salute you a glass!"

........................

With the opening of the left phase, the slightly restrained atmosphere of the banquet naturally dissipated, a small banquet, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves, and it did not disperse until the branches on the moon.

In the study of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, Su Muqing and the Huangshan girl sat and stood together.

"The Lieshan Thorn also had some reputation in the southwest rivers and lakes back then, offended the King Kong Realm's 'Great Yan Luo Hand', and was chased and killed like a lost dog, but I didn't expect that in his later years, there would be a day to break through to the King Kong Realm. ”

Su Muqing put down a pair of information in his hand.

The information is very brief, it is just about the conflict between Old Man Li and Qingyang Bo Shizi, who was included in the mansion by Jiang Chen, and there was trivial information such as golden light and martial arts shouts in the evening.

But Su Muqing swept away these trivial information, but the situation that happened was inferred from eight or nine!

"This Jiang Gongzi is really surprising me more and more. ”

Su Muqing's pair of Rui Feng eyes swept the information for the last time, and then burned it.

"It seems that I have to find a chance to meet this Jiang Gongzi. Luo'er, go and draw up an invitation. ”

"Yes, Mother-in-law. ”

The yellow cedar girl nodded slightly, and then her body moved.

When the yellow fir girl disappeared, Su Muqing finally raised her head.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't see the change in mood.

"It is really ...... to be able to bring a six-rank martial artist who is full of dark wounds and has entered his old age back to the top, and even go one step further and break through to the King Kong Realm."

"Deep ...... No...... Can...... Measure ah......"