The poetry club was overcrowded, hundreds of talented and beautiful people crowded into the hall, and the little maid kept holding a tray to send the poems to several Confucians for review.

Yang Yingxiong sat in the middle of the position, and when the poem manuscript was circulated, he would seriously touch his chin and look at it for a long time, and then nodded lightly, probably after hearing it for a long time, he could occasionally give a few comments, attracting a few compliments from below.

Du Hui, the prefect of Jinling, was born in a poor family, and he has been an official in Jinling for many years, but it is a pity that Jinling is too close to King Wu and too far from Chang'an. As the prefect here, you must look at King Wu's face, and you have to say a few polite words to the secretly lawless Yang Da next to him.

But to really say that the most transcendent status must be Lu Hongxin sitting on the right side, the eldest son of the Lu family in Jinling, regardless of his generation, he is more noble than Xiao Qi. It's just that the Jinling Lu family has not been valued by Song Ji in the court in recent years, and the family style has always been low-key and easy-going.

Under the stars holding the moon, Yang Yingxiong's face was quite good, and he chatted with Lu Hongxin from time to time. It's not about discussing anything, it's just that I just like the feeling of sitting and talking with Lu Hongxin on an equal footing.

If you don't understand Yang Yingxiong's thoughts, you can refer to Tang Jiao's reaction when Tang Jiao of the Tang family in Youzhou met Xiao Qi. The head of the four great sword families was reprimanded by Xiao Qi like a dog, and he had to break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. can communicate with 'Xiao Lu, Cui, Wang Li' on an equal footing, and how strong the sense of accomplishment is.

Normally, on this kind of literati occasion, Yang Yingxiong can sit on it and wait for it to end, but not long after today's poetry meeting began, the following sentence attracted the attention of everyone present:

"I heard that Xu Shizi also came to the poetry meeting, Tang has admired his name for a long time, I wonder if Shizi can show up?"

The hall was originally noisy, but Tang Bailun had a very high status among many talents, and his voice was also loud, and everyone stopped talking for a while and looked at the center of the hall.

Hearing Xu Buling's name, Yang Yingxiong's eyes narrowed slightly, pondered a little, and still showed a smile:

"Young Master Lu, Prince Su is also here today?"

Lu Hongxin is Lu Hongluan's own brother, and he is only in his early thirties this year. Hearing Yang Yingxiong's inquiry, he responded with an easy-going face:

"My sister takes care of it, I don't know."

Yang Yingxiong nodded slowly, and then moved his gaze to the hall.

There were more than 400 people gathered in the hall, all dressed as literati, and it was not easy to find someone. All the people present had heard the three poems, and they had also heard about the murder in Nanshan Port a few days ago, and when they saw that Xu Buling was also there today, they all showed curiosity in their eyes and looked left and right.

Xiao Qi sat in a secluded place, and said softly when he saw this: "Go by yourself, I won't show up,"

Xu Buling's fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair and looked at Yang Yingxiong:

"Do you need me to eliminate harm for the people?"

Xiao Qi frowned slightly, with a slight doubt in her eyes:

"How?"

didn't answer whether he needed it or not, but asked how to get rid of it, Xu Buling understood the meaning, stood up, and walked to the center of the hall.

"Xu Shizi!"

"See the little prince......"

"Good Jun ~ ......" Ranwen

As Xu Buling got up from the corner, there was a little noise in the hall, and many talented women sneaked in, wanting to see if Da Yue's 'Zhaohong Yimei' was so outstanding as rumored. The nearby scholars raised their hands to greet each other.

Yang Yingxiong looked at Xu Buling, looked at it a few times, and nodded lightly to show appreciation like an elder looking at a promising junior, but there was a bit of truth and falsehood in it, which was intriguing.

The bustling crowd parted, and Xu Buling came to the center of the hall in a flat tone:

"Tang Gongzi called me?"

Tang Bailun raised his hand and made a scholarly salute:

"I have heard the name of the prince for a long time, and when I see it today, it is really extraordinary. Just now, we were chatting about a few poems of the son, and we were all impressed by the poetry of the son. However, when the prince was in Chang'an, he once said that he didn't write it himself, but the person who could write those few poems could not find a second one in the world. Since the prince of the world has come to the poetry meeting today, it is better for you and me to meet friends with literature, so that many classmates present can be convinced......"

Tang Bailun's purpose in calling Xu Buling out was naturally to compete. He himself is very famous in Jiangnan, but since Xu Buling's poems came out, he has been invisibly suppressed. Now that it's met, it's better to compare it anyway, after all, losing has no impact, but winning is as famous as ever.

There were many talented and beautiful people present, and their eyes also showed a little eagerness when they heard the words, and they came to participate in the poetry meeting, not all to see the major talents compete openly and secretly to show their talents.

But just when everyone's eyes were full of anticipation, and even Xiao Qi picked up the teacup and looked at her future husband seriously, Xu Buling showed a displeased expression, and said in a cold voice:

"You deserve it too?"

“……”

The voice was not loud, and the tone was flat, but the audience was silent for a moment, and then the face was stunned.

Xiao Ting shrugged his shoulders, his eyes were strange, and he seemed to say: Look, let me say, let you feel uncomfortable, Xu Buling has fought more people in Chang'an than you have ever seen......

Tang Bailun's smile froze, and he was stunned for a long time before he was sure that he had heard correctly, and his face turned red in an instant.

If you don't agree, you won't agree, why bother talking like this in front of everyone, and don't even give a step, purely to embarrass people.

But Tang Bailun is not easy to respond, a prince of a vassal is unreasonable to say this, he can't go back, he doesn't say anything insulting, and he can't play with others. At the moment, he could only show an embarrassed smile, and moved his gaze to the great Confucians sitting above, hoping that the elders would be able to open their mouths to solve the siege.

The poetry club fell silent, and hundreds of people looked at each other.

The more than ten literati sitting above did not have very good-looking expressions, and if they were students from Jiangnan who were so rampant, they would be thrown out on the spot. But Xu Buling is the son of King Su, these teaching gentlemen, they are not Xu Buling's teachers, and they must not be easy to control.

The prefect Du Hui is a person in the officialdom, and he doesn't dare to offend King Su, and the weight is far from enough, so he can only look at Lu Hongxin who is sitting next to him.

Lu Hongxin is the eldest family of the Lu family, and Xu Buling has something to do with it, the head of the Lu family is not in his eldest son, he can manage Xu Buling, and it is about a sentence "Don't order, don't be presumptuous." This embarrassing situation is alleviated, and everyone can just act as if nothing has happened.

But Lu Hongxin didn't look at the center of the hall at all, and concentrated on tasting the poetry manuscript in his hand, like an outsider.

Lu Hongxin couldn't come out to settle down, and the scene suddenly froze, and everyone moved their eyes to Yang Yingxiong, who was sitting in the middle.

This poetry meeting was led by Yang Yingxiong, and he was the brother-in-law of King Wu, so it stands to reason that he should be qualified to speak......