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The situation in Bianliang is treacherous, but it has not affected the peace of life in Hangzhou City, and the rumors about Ye Guozhu do not seem to have an end of meaning, but they are like snowballs, and finally swept through Hangzhou City like a storm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The info official did not come forward to clarify, and some people even began to question whether Ye Guozhu stayed in Hangzhou City until he was going to hold a practice banquet in Hangzhou City, and confirmed that when the news of Ye Guozhu's appearance spread, the scholars in Hangzhou were convinced that it was true, and the rumors subsided.

In the past few days, there have been countless people who have broken through the threshold of Chen Zhongqing's courtyard, some of them are rushing to verify whether Ye Huangchao is in Hangzhou, and the other part is hoping to introduce themselves to Ye Guozhu through the identity of this talented man in Hangzhou.

Suddenly, the name of Hangzhou's great talent has been replaced by Ye Guozhu's students, which made Chen Zhongqing a little annoyed, earlier than now, Xie Xuanzhen and Su Zizhan changed the difficulties and rivalries of the previous word review meeting, and instead respectfully handed over the invitation to Ye Guozhu's banquet.

After seeing Chen Zhongqing's ruthlessness in carrying people's heads, no one dares to underestimate this scholar. Behind it is the Bianliang official family, coupled with the outstanding literary poetry, even the lighter literati have been worn out of temper, and can only sigh that bad luck is bad and fateful.

The name card is white, and the handwriting on it looks familiar, but if you look closely, it looks like the pen and ink of Song Guanzi.

Chen Zhongqing paused for a moment, then smiled as if he thought of something, to be honest, he hadn't thought about why Song Guanzi had arranged such a move for himself from the beginning. However, the moment he received the invitation, he understood the small abacus and thoughts in his heart, and he didn't expect him to prepare such an opening ceremony for himself.

"Will Brother Zhongqing appreciate his face?"

Su Zizhan was worried that Chen Zhongqing was still worried about the previous festival, and he also seemed cautious when he spoke. Xie Xuanzhen didn't have any rules, and even had time to look up at the white flowers blooming in the courtyard.

Chen Zhongqing spoke very weightily, looked left and right at Tsing Yi Lane, and after confirming that no one was following, he replied with a chuckle, "Of course, since Brother Zizhan doesn't care about his previous suspicions, of course he has to go to see his face." ”

Su Zizhan looked relieved, and he didn't linger any longer, and said goodbye to Chen Zhongqing.

"Then we'll take our leave, and we'll see you tomorrow night."

"Brother Zizhan, Brother Xuanzhen, see you then."

After Chen Zhongqing sent the guest out, he took the name card and looked at it a few times, and then walked into the wing, there was an iron pipe assault rifle on the table, he sat down in his seat, began to fill it with gunpowder, and silently prepared for the next movement.

Although this banquet is just a bait, according to the layout of Song Guanzi, I am afraid that the banquet is only one of the links, and there should be more links that are closely linked.

However, he still acted according to the plan, only adding an insurance to Lao Jia, the sword had no eyes, and he was not sure to what extent these dead soldiers who went south would go.

"Young Master, why did you enter this game?"

Lao Jia leaned against the door, watching Chen Zhongqing busy preparing for the next series of actions, a little sad. The children of other people's official eunuch families climbed up with the budding shade of their fathers and the officialdom, how could they be like him in the Liangzhejiang Road all day long, and they worked hard for the Chen family in the future.

"Being able to stabilize a foothold in this game is equivalent to adding an insurance policy to the Chen family on the emperor. My father and brother will understand my painstaking efforts, don't look at the Chen family now seems to be infinitely beautiful. The Sable Temple may not have been around for a few years, but they haven't seen it yet. I am at Ye Guozhu's place, and I will save some incense on Song Guanzi's side, which can be used as a bargaining chip in exchange in the future. ”

Lao Jia was stunned for a moment, and then smiled self-deprecatingly.

In the past, he chose the second son because he felt that this kid was scheming and the officialdom of Huanhai was sinister, and he hoped that he could stay away from everything and be an ordinary person.

But now it seems that he was wrong. This kid is smarter than anyone else, and his innate talent and big-picture vision make him comfortable navigating the intricacies of the various forces in Hangzhou City.

Chen Zhongxu is just a person who climbs up step by step according to the route laid by his father, and he lacks the quickness and overall situation that he has struggled from adversity and danger.

"Young master, can you get nine out of ten this time?"

Chen Zhongqing didn't answer his question, remembered Song Guanzi's calm expression, and said flatly, "Lao Jia, it's right for you to abandon literature and martial arts to become a martial artist in the rivers and lakes, this temple only needs a few words to kill people, and it is more vicious than a sword." ”

After Xie Xuanzhen and Su Zizhan left Chen Zhongqing's mansion, they went to Qiushui Yise, where literati and elegant guests have always liked to gather, and they are inevitably vulgar.

There are a few "guests" in the restaurant today who are a little strange, although they are dressed up in the service of the literati of the Southern Jin Dynasty, they don't look like they have any elegant momentum of scholars, but there is a kind of killing intent from the border soldiers, and even when the shopkeeper handed over the tea, he also looked at them a few more times.

Although I ordered a few dishes of side dishes, I didn't put pen to paper, and I didn't take a sip of the tea in the cup when it was cold.

Xie Xuanzhen poured the cup full of tea, moved it to Su Zizhan, glanced at the eaves bricks and tiles in the distance, and then withdrew his gaze to the other party, and opened the chatterbox.

"I didn't expect to give him an invitation this time to agree so happily, Zhong Qing was invited to participate in the poetry meeting before and repeatedly shirked, and it is rare to see this person walking around with which literati and artists in Hangzhou, why did he suddenly climb Ye Guozhu?"

Picked up the teacup with two fingers, handed it to his lips and gently blew the tea, not too hot before taking a slow sip.

Su Zizhan said with a smile, "I'm afraid that Ye Lao has already arranged for him to be a blockbuster at the banquet, right?" After all, he is a great talent in Hangzhou, and he is also an official eunuch family in Bianliang, coupled with the relationship between Ye Guozhu, he must be a pillar of talent when he enters the officialdom in the future, and there is no need for us to offend this big Buddha. ”

Xie Xuanzhen put down the teacup, stared at Su Zizhan in front of him, and said seriously, "I thought that Brother Zizhan regarded fame and fortune as dung." ”

Su Zizhan didn't care too much about Xie Xuan's real teasing, he just sighed a few times, turned his head and said to his friends beside him, "How many scholars can dare to hold a knife in one hand and a head in the other?" ”

Xie Xuanzhen smiled and did not answer.

"Brother Xuanzhen, I won't tell you."

Su Zizhan propped up the table with both hands and said to him seriously, "How many scholars have you seen who can kill decisively?" Don't talk about you and me, even Hangzhou is full of powerless readers. What about the books of the sages that you read too much? What else can they do but write a sad word? Sell poems for money for a pound of wine? ”

This time, Xie Xuanzhen was stunned, he didn't expect Su Zizhan to have such feelings.

Su Zizhan looked silent, he used to look down on the vulgar martial artist who used to move swords and guns, and the back of the head carved the deepest impression in the shock.

"We are just sad readers, occasionally moaning a sentence or two without illness, his kind of talent is worthy of the world."

When the two were chatting, no one noticed that the person at the next table got up and left the place at some point, and the few side dishes on the square table did not move the chopsticks once.

The cup of tea is still full.

People walk tea cool.