In the evening of the next day, the lights were on, the cars and horses outside the Longyin Pavilion were like dragons, and the literati and entered the high-rise buildings covering half the street under the courtesy of the steward, and the voices of 'son, brother' were endless.

Longyin Pavilion occupies a very large area, the five floors of the east, west, north, south, north and middle face each other, although there are also Qing Qier in which to sell art but it is not a green building, calligraphy, painting, piano and chess, wine, tea, opera and so on are varied, inside and outside only seek a 'Ya' word.

Immediately after the New Year's Festival, there was no entertainment in ancient times, and the martial arts hall competition and literati fighting poetry became the biggest highlight in Chang'an City.

Longyin Pavilion is the most famous gold kiln in Daye Fang, conform to current affairs to hold a poetry meeting, naturally can not be petty, not only invited a number of Confucians in Chang'an City as a judge, but also took out a sword as a color head, the sword name 'hurt spring', Dayue to martial arts to rejuvenate the country, martial artists and weapons are inseparable, and the sword is a gentleman in the soldiers, no paper people and martial artists will hang a sword, and 'gentleman jade does not leave the body' is a truth.

The sword of "Wounded Spring" is a famous sword on the rivers and lakes, the last master is a Shu woman, ten years ago was killed by the Investigation Division, the sword entered the treasury, and finally the official sale was purchased by a wealthy merchant, and after several rounds fell into the Longyin Pavilion, it only reappeared today.

At twilight, Xu Buling arrived at Longyin Pavilion by carriage, and the snowflakes were flying outside the building, and there was no shortage of Jianghu guests dressed as martial artists entering and leaving. Because there were more nobles who came, the Investigation Department sent sixty wolf guards from the two battalions of Tianshou and Tianjian to patrol the surroundings, and the wolf guards were generally three people in a team, and such a big battle was already very exaggerated in Chang'an City.

Xu Buling stepped out of the carriage and tightened the white fox shawl on his body, and the eight palace guards drove away the crowd.

There was a steward outside the Longyin Pavilion to welcome the guests, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Xu Buling, although he had not seen it, but when he saw the sign of the Su Wangfu on the carriage, he guessed the identity. Hurriedly stepped forward slowly, raised his hand and saluted: "Xu Shizi is here, the small ones are far away, please come in." ”

When the bustling crowd heard this, they all looked back, the road got out of the way, and many ladies and ladies whispered:

"This is Xu Buling, the prince of King Su?"

"Yes! looks so handsome, Chang'an City can't find a second one, no wonder they all say that people who have seen Xu Shizi can't forget it at all..."

“…… The eyes are so good-looking, more beautiful than my daughter's family......"

Xu Buling frowned slightly, feeling that he was being looked at as a monkey, so he could only quickly enter the Longyin Pavilion.

"Yo~ His Royal Highness the Prince is still shy......"

"Xu Shizi rarely goes out, and his reputation is good, which is different from those gentlemen...... It's just a little bigger......"

“…… Men should be more temperamental, look at those helpless scholars, what kind of man are they......"

Da Yue rejuvenates the country with martial arts, and most of the women are spicy. Xu Buling's identity is here, and he can't stop chatting with these young ladies and ladies, so he can only pretend that he didn't hear it at the moment.

And in the crowd, a woman wearing a hat looked at Xu Buling, who had a one-sided relationship, into the Longyin Pavilion, and her eyes showed a little surprise.

The woman swept the wolf guards outside the Dragon Yin Pavilion and quietly disappeared into the twilight......

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The light of the glass lamp is sprinkled under the eaves of the building, and in the hall of the main building of the Longyin Pavilion, dozens of bookcases are arranged in a circle, and the Confucian students in robes sit on the top, and Song Yu, the king of Yan, and the pine and white of the great sacrifice wine are among them. Song Yufu stood behind her father, standing on her tiptoes and looking in the crowd, until Xu Buling's figure walked into the hall, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a little impatience in her eyes.

There are many middle schools in the hall, and from time to time someone hands over the poem manuscript in his hand to Xiao Si to hand it over, and if there is a good work, it will be read out by a certain Confucian on the spot.

Xu Buling entered the hall without deliberately attracting attention, and after handing the poem manuscript to Xiao Si, he walked to the seat in the hall to drink tea and wait.

However, Xu Buling rarely arrived, and there were many people who came to say hello.

Not long after he sat down, Xiao Ting, who had been severely beaten, shook his fan in the winter, walked to him and sat down, and chuckled:

"Yo~ No, why are you free to come over today?"

Xiao Ting's brother is Mrs. Lu's deceased husband, so it's no problem to call himself an elder directly.

Xu Buling's slender fingers rotated the teacup, squinting slightly:

"Looking for a fight?"

Xiao Ting shook his fan, fearless: "Today's Dragon Poetry Club is an elegant place, and it is too rude to do it......"

Boom –

Before he finished speaking, Xu Buling patted the small case at hand, the porcelain lid of the teacup bounced, and the porcelain lid flew out with the sound of breaking wind.

The white jade fan bone in Xiao Ting's hand broke in response, and the lid of the cup continued unabated, flying out of half of the hall and smashing into the back of Gongsun Lu's head, who was talking to someone.

Next to Gongsun Lu was a middle-aged man with a knife, his eyes were shallow and restrained, and he didn't look back when his ears moved slightly, so he grabbed the rapidly coming porcelain cover with his fingers, and didn't make the slightest sound.

The middle-aged man with the knife looked back, and when he saw that it was Xu Buling, he bowed his head slightly, flicked his fingers, and the porcelain cover silently passed through the gap between the crowds, and landed on the teacup in Xu Buling's hand, tightly sealed.

Xu Buling frowned, looked at the intact teacup in his hand, and asked:

"Who is that middle-aged man with a knife?"

Xiao Ting shook his bare fan bones and looked up: "Zhang Xiang, the commander of the Investigation Department, is nicknamed 'Ten Thousand Slaughters'. ”

Xu Buling was a little surprised, he rarely went out this year, and even the children of princes and princes were rare, let alone officials. However, the name 'mass slaughter' is like thunder.

Ten years ago, the Investigation Department cleared the forces in the rivers and lakes, and the leader on the surface was Zhang Xiang. At that time, the catastrophe of the rivers and lakes involved almost all the forces of the Dayue Dynasty, and even Princess Su's depression was related to this matter.

At that time, there was definitely more than one master who participated in the hunting, Zhang Xiang, but Zhang Xiang was able to be the leader of the bright side, his status and martial arts were absolutely transcendent, and his love for knives was like an idiot, and he was known to the world ten years ago with a magical 'gossip knife'.

Xu Buling glanced at Zhang Xiang a few times, but couldn't see anything special, so he lost his interest, and turned his gaze to the top of the hall, waiting for the start of the 'main play'.

Xiao Ting was beaten up in the school last time, and he couldn't find the field yet, and when he saw Xu Buling asking Zhang Xiang, he began to be weird:

"Xu Buling, this poetry meeting is full of literati, if you are idle and bored, I will go and talk to Master Zhang, you two have a competition here?"

The meaning naturally alludes to the fact that Xu Buling is a rough man with well-developed limbs.

Xu Buling heard this ridicule and frowned slightly: "I can't come over to compose poems and be a literati?" “

Xiao Ting was stunned, but he was quite surprised. He looked left and right a few times, but no one paid attention, and suddenly got closer:

"No, you also bought poems today to join in the fun?"

Xu Buling's eyes were flat: "What? No way? ”

Xiao Ting looked like a fellow practitioner and nodded:

"I thought you weren't good at this, yes, with your words, I recognize your nephew......"

Bang –

In the noisy hall, an inaudible muffled sound was heard.

Many people frowned and tilted their heads, and after looking at it, they thought that nothing had happened.

Xu Buling drank tea slowly, Xiao Ting got up from the ground with difficulty, rubbed his head, raised his hand and nodded Xu Buling, his eyes were full of anger: "Count you ruthless!" With a wave of his sleeves, he sat next to him and stopped talking......