The night was low, and black began to cover the entire Danfeng City, and the lights began to shine in the dark night one after another, dotted with black cities like giant beasts.

The river that runs through the city, under the cover of the lights, is a little more artistic than the daytime, and the front of the boat hangs a dusk lantern, reflecting the water, just like the same yellow moon overhead.

The river flows straight into the palace and then winds into a lake, which is lit up all around, making the lonely boats on the lake look somewhat lonely.

Wang Xianghe passed through the lake again to the Qinzheng Palace, so he didn't know how many times he had passed by the lake, for him, there was no attraction in the slightest, just a quick glance at the lonely boats, and continued to walk briskly.

The inside and outside of the Qinzheng Hall are also brightly lit, but there are not many forbidden troops patrolling here, and when they hurriedly walked into the inner hall of the Qinzheng Palace, the emperor of the Great Wei State happened to close a concert, and his expression looked quite serious.

"Your Majesty ......." Wang Xianghe leaned over and called softly.

Yuan Hong put down the music in his hand and was silent for a long time before he spoke: "What's the matter?" ”

Wang Xianghe leaned his body, his eyes cautiously rolled up, looked at the majestic back, and said: "Your Majesty, I have found out, who are those people who are wandering around the mansion of Lord Xu Zhongli Xu today...... Sent by the son of the Marquis of Leling. ”

Yuan Hong turned his head to look at Wang Xianghe, and a flash of surprise flashed between his expressions, and he almost forgot about it.

"People from the Son of the Marquis of Leling? Could it be that you have a holiday with that little profiteer? Yuan Hong wondered.

Wang Xianghe thought about it, and said truthfully: "The slave maid also checked by the way, it was related to King Xuan's visit to Tianwang Lake a few days ago, because Xu Zhongli's children also went to Tianwang Lake that day, and they happened to meet each other, so they traveled around Tianwang Lake together, and later there was some unhappiness on the painting boat. ”

"Do you know what's going on?" Yuan Hong sneered, swimming in Tianwang Lake can be unhappy with others, just like this, still thinking about the position of the prince all day long? It's just ridiculous.

"It was the son of the Marquis of Leling who offended the daughter of the Xu family, and then because of the relationship between King Xuan, he made a test of poetry, Xu Changting wrote two poems in a row, and later the son of the Marquis of Leling, the son of the Shangshu of the Ministry of War, was thrown into Tianwang Lake by Xu Changting. Belch...... Because this was their bet at the time, Xu Changting won. Wang Xianghe said concisely.

"Didn't Yuan Ke stop it?" Yuan Hong asked with a sneer.

"This ...... The slave is not very clear. Presumably stopped it, but Xu Changting ...... The slave and maid don't think it's a loser. Wang Xianghe said.

At the mention of Xu Changting, the smile on the corner of Yuan Hong's mouth seemed to have become a lot soothed, and he smiled: "No wonder he ran to Banlong Village without any trouble, it turned out that he was afraid that people would retaliate against him, so he hid." ”

He walked back to the desk and sat down, picked up another piece of music and intended to read it, but as soon as he opened it, he closed it again and put it down, and asked, "Have they got their wish for the sons of the Marquis of Leling?" That little profiteer is very cunning, how can he not guard against it? ”

"There is no movement today, it is estimated that today is the first to investigate, as for when to retaliate against Xu Changting, I am afraid that there will be action in the next few days, right?" Wang Xianghe saw that Yuanhong's expression was more soothing, and his rickety waist was slightly straightened.

"Marquis Leling didn't interfere in this matter, did he? And that Lu Dingbang, did he support his son? Yuan Hong asked with a smile, for a moment in his heart, he actually raised a lot of interest in this little matter, he really wanted to see how the little profiteers who even dared to pit themselves would react in the face of the revenge of these real powerful children.

"This ...... I'm afraid it doesn't, I can't see it for the time being, and the slave guesses that it shouldn't be. It's just a few gentlemen who are brave and ruthless, and if they are also mixed, I'm afraid they will also feel that they have lost their identity. Wang Xianghe guessed and said.

Yuan Hong seemed to be very satisfied with Wang Xianghe's answer, nodded with satisfaction, and couldn't stop making a few hmm-huh sounds, and then pointed at Wang Xianghe, and said: "In this way, I have been paying attention to this matter these days, and I also want to see how this little traitor will deal with those few gate valve disciples." Also, since he is already in Danfeng City, then find an opportunity for me to meet him again...... Tell Concubine Gao about this matter, I guess she will also be interested. After all, people shout Aunt Yuan so kindly, she can't hurt the heart of people calling her Aunt Yuan at a critical moment, right? ”

"Yes, the slave will go and tell the noble concubine." Wang Xianghe said.

Then he stood in place and waited for a few breaths, and after seeing that Yuan Hong did not give any more instructions, he slowly walked out of the Qinzheng Palace, and did not forget to tell the palace maids and other eunuchs in the palace: one by one, you can be smart at night, who doze off...... Beware of us breaking his legs!

As Wang Xianghe walked out of the inner hall, Yuan Hong originally wanted to read the piece of music was put aside by him, and then began to rummage in the pile of pieces next to him, and after a while, he found today's music on Xu Zhongli.

Frowning and looking at Xu Zhongli's three words, Yuan Hong opened the chapter unhurriedly, the content should actually have been discussed with some courtiers in private, and they were all some admonitions to the imperial court to suppress Buddha.

And with such a similar content, Yuan Hong received no less than a dozen copies today, but without exception, none of the above admonitions could make his eyes shine.

It's not even as good as what the little profiteer said: Buddhism is at most just a small righteousness and a personal belief, how can there be Confucian domineering, which can support the backbone of the nation and become a Chinese totem. Not the same thing, not on the same level.

Thinking of this, Yuan Hong sighed slightly, that is, the words of the little profiteer, which made him sometimes think involuntarily, and even insomnia night after night because of this sentence.

Next time, next time, I must have a good chat with this little profiteer, Yuan Hong said unconsciously in his heart.

Because he suddenly realized one day that this little profiteer, whether it was the conclusion of the Buddhist family or the original intention of the academy, was actually much more useful than the advice given by most of the courtiers above the court.

It's just that now, he still doesn't know very well that the real intention and purpose of this little profiteer, everything seems to be still in the clouds, waiting for him to clear the clouds and find out the real similarity.

And like Yuan Hong, who felt that Xu Changting was in the clouds and fog, which made people unable to see clearly, there was also Oiran Pei Murong who was in Shuizhuyuan at this time.

Looking at the Shuizhuyuan that was still in a mess just now, after returning to its former elegant appearance, the maid Wan'er hurriedly walked to the study, and Pei Murong at this time unfolded the two poems again, not surprising Wan'er, Pei Murong's eyes were staring at the four ugly handwriting of the Shuizhuyuan song.

"Miss......." Wan'er spoke up.

Pei Murong quietly put away the two poems, revealing a somewhat tired smile: "What's wrong?" Looks preoccupied. ”

"There's a poem coming from Qingyun Tower." Wan'er's expression was a little solemn.

Pei Murong smiled, there was a sense of intellectuality between his heroic eyebrows, and said, "Why, you still don't allow people to publish a few new poems?" The literati wanted to compose poetry ....... ”

"It's not Miss, it's ...... It is Xu Gongzi's new work for Miss Song Yiren today. After Wan'er finished speaking, she looked at Pei Murong with a worried face.

Pei Murong was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Today, Xu Gongzi went to Qingyun Tower and saw Song Yiren?" ”

Wan'er shook her head and said that Song Yiren was accompanied by Gao Liang, Lu Fengyuan and Lu Xidao today, and there was no shadow of Xu Changting.

"Then you didn't mean ......." Pei Murong was a little puzzled.

Wan'er lowered her head and said, "That poem is called "Gift to Song Yi People to Visit Tianwang Lake", it must be Song Yi people who forced Xu Gongzi to do this." ”

"If he doesn't want to, is it useful for Song Yiren to force him?" Pei Murong muttered thoughtfully, and then frowned and asked, "Then did Gongzi Xu go to Qingyun Tower today?" ”

"Didn't go. It was brought over by the maid of the Song Yi people. Wan'er's little face was about to wrinkle with sorrow.

Looking at Wan'er's appearance, Pei Murong was a little inexplicable for a while, since Xu Changting left here last time, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and now he finally had a little news, but it was ...... But he wrote a new poem for the Song Yi people?

Could it be that there has been no news of him during this time, and he is in retreat to write poetry at home?

Pei Murong shook his head, Xu Changting still had something to ask her to help, it was impossible to close the door just to compose poems for Song Yiren.

"Do you know what's going on?" Pei Murong asked.

Wan'er nodded, and the sadness on her face instantly became a little thicker, which was in Pei Murong's eyes, and her heart couldn't help but start sinking, and she said in her heart: Could it be a poem that can be better than the two poems given to her?

"You...... You read it out and I'll listen to it. Pei Murong suddenly became a little nervous, not wanting this poem to overpower the poem given to her, but also not wanting to be far inferior to her own two poems.

After all, if it is stronger than the two poems given to her, it is equivalent to being suppressed by herself for a period of time, and after a while, Song Yiren is finally going to start fighting back, and even if her reputation will not be damaged at that time, I am afraid that she will be taken back again.

But if it is far inferior to the two poems that Xu Changting gave him, wouldn't it mean that Xu Changting's talent is limited to this?

Therefore, Pei Murong was still a little hesitant for a while, and couldn't help but hope in his heart that it was the best poem that was not good for himself, but it could also make people applaud and not damage Xu Changting's talent and reputation.

Wan'er took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and then read slowly: ""Gift to Song Yiren to visit Tianwang Lake": Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountains, ...... would have been seen. ”

"What else?" Pei Murong's expression was quite complicated at this time.

"I will meet Yaotai under the moon." Wan'er whispered the last sentence.

Pei Murong was speechless behind the desk for a long time, muttering this poem in his mouth from time to time, and then shook his head and smiled bitterly: The country is beautiful and fragrant, but Song Yiren can also afford these four words.

"Miss, I still think the one for you is better, last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people are red......." Wan'er said stubbornly.

Pei Murong calmed down, smiled a little astringently and said: "No matter which one it is, it is a superior work, and Xu Gongzi is indeed talented and admirable." ”

Even though she said that, Wan'er could still vaguely feel a trace of sourness and loss from Pei Murong's tone.

At this time, Xu Changting, who walked into the private room on the second floor of Yanyu Building, sneeze several times involuntarily, and sat in front of Chen Ping to confirm the fact that he had been weak and sickly since childhood.