At dusk, the golden sun shone into a spacious room in the Shadow Pavilion.

In this room, sitting and lying, a few young men were skewed at random.

They didn't let anyone hold the lamp, but ordered a row of vermilion wooden doors to be opened.

The lazy and weak slanting sun sprinkled warmly on everyone.

In the golden sunlight, you can also see curling smoke, wafting out of the cigarette sticks in the hands of the men, and the surroundings are even more blurry like a dream.

Lying lazily on the ground in this house, they are all the most well-known sons in the capital.

Now they are gathered in one place, not as outsiders imagined, and there is no drunkenness.

Seven or eight people snuggled quietly and lazily in the arms of the beauties and their knees. No one will break this cosy tranquility with a word.

At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the door, blocking the golden sunset.

Several young men immediately frowned.

Someone squinted his eyes to look closely at the man who suddenly broke in, and the golden sun only illuminated him as a dark orange silhouette.

A man in the room sat up straight and asked unceremoniously, "Who?"

Apparently the man was very upset about the sudden intrusion.

The dark orange figure took a few steps into the room and said, "I'm here too." ”

With that, he unceremoniously untied his splendid cloak and handed it to a beautifully dressed young girl in the room.

At this time, everyone could already see the appearance of this uninvited guest.

I saw that he was tall and handsome, wearing a dark green Shu brocade round-neck regular clothes. The man entered the room calmly, and sat cross-legged on the edge of a brocade table rather casually.

Originally, these people in the house were a group of nobles who knew the most in the Ming Dynasty.

They recognized the robes worn by the young man who had suddenly intruded, no less than they had made of the finest clothes.

And the young man behaved calmly, looked handsome, and was so graceful that he wanted to make these nobles in the house ashamed of themselves.

But this young man was something that no one in the room had ever seen.

Several princes and nobles frowned and looked at each other, obviously no one knew the details of this young man.

It's still the same boy who asked earlier, and he seems to be the leader of this group. I saw him turn his head and ask a few sons around him, "Who are you who invited the little guy?"

No wonder this person asks such questions. Because the young man in front of him is not bad-looking, well-dressed, and indeed looks like a beautiful son.

But there should never be a noble son in this capital who is unknown to a few people in the house.

What's more, he suddenly broke in talking to himself, so this person is most likely a man-style boy.

Nowadays, male style is prevalent in Beijing, and many princes even regard beautiful men as more precious than Jiao'e.

The uninvited guest was not annoyed when he heard this, and said with a smile: "The prince of Wei Wuhou said that he laughed. Under is the Jinyi Wei Zhen Fu envoy Fang Zhongjin. ”

At this moment, several people in the room were stunned and sat up one after another.

Someone even turned his head and gave an order to the subordinates behind him. And the man immediately crept out of the room.

As if he hadn't seen everyone's actions, Fang Zhongjin continued: "I came here uninvited today, just to admire the literary talents of all the sons. Uninvited, I want to admire the masterpieces of all the sons. ”

He said this set of nonsense with a smile, but these boys didn't believe a word.

The group of them often gathered in one place, called the Poetry Society, but it was just an excuse to make up at random.

And when these sons heard that the person who came was actually the one who had been hyped up in Beijing in the past few days, they clearly put their displeasure on their faces.

In fact, Fang Zhongjin came to Beijing to find out the cause of Ryan Bo's death for the emperor, and it has also been spread among the top floors of the capital.

Ryan Bo was also a member of the "Poetry Society" during his lifetime. After his death, Fang Zhongjin, who was investigating the case, suddenly came uninvited, obviously suspecting that one of their noble sons had a murderer of Ryan Bo.

It's not a good feeling to be suspicious, not to mention that this group of people is a noble son who is used to being domineering. Fang Zhongjin put it bluntly, but an official errand suddenly appeared in Beijing.

Even everyone has heard that Fang Zhongjin is an official who was disliked by Shangguan Jigang as soon as he came.

The nobles in Beijing were still a little in awe of Jinyiwei, and they were also a little polite to the commander Ji Gang.

But for Fang Zhongjin, these noble sons feel that there is no need to pay attention to it.

The previous prince sneered and said, "Lord Fang, I heard that your martial arts are not weak, how can you still read and write?"

As soon as these words came out, the boys around him laughed unscrupulously.

Fang Zhongjin didn't turn his face, only smiled and said: "I once had a term of Xie Yuan, which can be regarded as literacy." ”

These words really surprised these boys. They originally only thought that he was good at martial arts, so he would fall into the eyes of the emperor.

And he actually claimed to be Xie Yuan, which was very unexpected.

Wei Wuhou Shizi snorted coldly and reprimanded: "Nonsense!" he pointed to a young man in the corner and said, "We even have the champion here, and you dare to pretend to be Xie Yuan." ”

He was pointing to a young man who looked a little weak, and he was also the champion of the new department, Bai Suhang.

Fang Zhongjin smiled lightly and clasped his fists and saluted: "I've seen the champion." ”

Bai Suhang was obviously not as proud as others, he replied with a somewhat embarrassed face, and didn't say much.

Wei Wuhou Shizi said again: "We are here to make friends, and we have not violated the king's law, if Lord Fang has nothing to do, please go back." He said this with an arrogant demeanor, obviously giving an order to expel customers.

Fang Zhongjin continued: "Why, why don't you sons believe that I am also here to participate in the poetry meeting?"

Wuwei Houzi snorted coldly and said, "Okay, if you have to say that you are here to write poetry." Then write two sentences for us to see. ”

After that, he smiled lewdly and added: "If your poem can talk about the Qinghuan little lady in the Shuying Pavilion, it will be brought out." I'll be the first to recognize you, how?"

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter again.

The Qinghuan girl in the Shuying Pavilion is beautiful, but she has always been a little lonely.

Even if these noble sons are willing to pay for Shuying Pavilion, they can't easily invite Miss Qinghuan.

Seeing that although this Fang Zhongjin is also a long person, he was born as a practitioner.

It's not easy to read the big characters on a silver ticket, let alone write poetry.

This topic from the descendants of Wu Wei can be said to be very tricky.

Fang Zhongjin said with a smile: "Okay, let's ask the prince to come up with the question." ”

Wu Wei Hou Shizi didn't expect this Fang Zhongjin to be so stingy. The ink in his stomach was nothing more than that, he turned his head to look around casually, and casually pointed to a chrysanthemum in the courtyard outside the house and said, "You can sing a chrysanthemum." ”