"In the end, the founding of my Daqian Dynasty is still short, although there has gradually been a style of emphasizing literature over martial arts, but it is still vigorous, and the roots are not rotten. ”

Hong Yi listened to the introduction of Princess Zhennan, and greeted these officials, princes and princesses one by one.

He observed the words, pondered carefully, and secretly pondered in his heart.

In Hong Yi's opinion, although most of them are dressed very elegantly, they secretly have hard bones and acquaintances, all of them have wrenches on their hands, and they have a little experience of calmness, so they know that the Daqian Dynasty is still in its heyday.

Hong Yi is familiar with the scriptures and history, but he also knows that the rise and fall of a dynasty can be seen as long as he looks at the children of these scholars, princes, princes, and princesses.

If the children of princes and princes generally blow the wind and play with the moon, only know how to chant poems and paint, fiddle with chess and piano, do not still have martial arts, and the body is weak and can't help the wind, and the sun is declining, and the blood is lacking, then it is the phenomenon of the imperial court being extremely prosperous and declining.

But now these sons and brothers are not like that, Hong Yi knows that the entire Great Qian Dynasty is still vibrant.

This is evidence that all dynasties have been trying and tested to see the rise and fall.

Because the descendants of princes and princes will inevitably be court officials in the future, and it will be the future atmosphere of the court.

Hong Yi felt that it was worth coming to Sanhualou this time, not to mention anything else, seeing the weather where these sons and brothers gathered, and the weather of the rise and fall of the imperial court, it was a matter of reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles.

"This is the son of Hong Yi of the Marquis of Wuwen's Mansion, Jīng Tong Xuanli, is my friend. Zhennan Princess Luo Yun helped Hong Yi introduce them one by one, and introduced Hong Yi's identity.

When many sons heard the Marquis of Wuwen Mansion at the beginning, their faces showed a solemn look. Obviously, Wu Wenhou's well-known name shocked many people.

Indeed, in the Great Qian Dynasty, the name of Marquis Wu Wen was higher than that of some princes. The two pillars of the imperial court, Yang Tuo, the king of divine power, and Hong Xuanji, the marquis of Wuwen.

However, when the eyes of these sons and brothers were officially placed on Hong Yi and after looking at it a few times, it was clear that he was not a descendant, but a concubine with a low status.

So everyone's demeanor changed slightly, and Hong Yi obviously felt that there was disdain in it.

"I heard that Miss Su Mu is very good at talking about Xuan, Brother Yi, you are very profound, wait a minute, you have to be in the limelight, make it difficult for this first talented woman in Yujing. That's what makes it interesting. ”

After Luo Yun introduced Hong Yi, his eyes turned, he nodded with the folding fan in his hand, pursed his mouth, and said to Hong Yi.

"Isn't this princess jealous, although she is the first talented woman in Yujing, her status cannot be compared with you. Hong Yi heard Luo Yun's words, smiled in his heart, and heard a slight sourness.

However, Luo Yun was jealous in his heart, whether he was jealous or not, Hong Yi was just guessing, but the people around him were jealous.

The object of jealousy is none other than Hong Yi.

A young man dressed in pale silver silk stood up and said to Hong Yi: "Only a few of us participated in the meeting, but today there is an additional son of the Marquis of Wuwen's family, which is really lively." But now that Miss Su Mu hasn't come yet, I see that everyone is bored waiting, why don't you have a little game to pass the time?

"Of course I am. Hong Yi nodded, and then without waiting for these people to speak, he came up with an idea on his own: "What the little marquis of Changle said is that it is true that a small game is needed to pass the time, but today's church meeting, and in such an elegant place as Sanhualou, why don't you have a poetry meeting, start with one person, and go down one sentence by one, if you don't catch it well, or if you can't take it, you will be punished?"

"Poetry Club?"

The young man wearing light silver sè silk was stunned, but he didn't expect that Hong Yi not only did not have stage fright, but also strived to take the initiative and proposed the content of the mini game.

This young man was also introduced by Princess Zhennan just now, and he is the eldest son of Changle Hou, who is obviously the leader of this group of sons, and they all call him Changle Xiaohou.

Seeing Hong Yi's calm and talented appearance, the little marquis of Changle frowned.

He just wanted to see Princess Zhennan's attitude towards Hong Yi just now, and stood up and borrowed the idea of the game to slash Hong Yi's face.

"Poetry will be bad. The little marquis of Changle stared at Hong Yi's eyes and shook his head: "I opened the country with martial arts, and now although the national fortune is prosperous and prosperous, and the style of writing is gradually coming up, but we are the sons and daughters of the prince, but we still don't want to rot the roots, although the poems are elegant, but they have nothing to do with the national fortunes. Scholars with a little courage are both civil and military, so why don't we have a poetry meeting, how about playing shèyi?"

"Playing shèyi?" Hong Yi glanced at him.

"Wu Wenhou made great achievements in that year, and his force shook the Quartet. "Changle Xiaohou Ye looked at Hong Yi, "Who doesn't know, more than 20 years ago, when the emperor was still the prince, he went to the battlefield to fight, and was trapped by the Yunmeng Empire's "Tiefutu" cavalry on the Qingzhikou Qingzhi Mountain, Wu Wenhou single-handedly killed the enemy army, rescued the emperor, rode two people, turned to the mountains, nine in and nine out, and later the horses were killed in battle, and the Hou Ye was wounded by hundreds of swords, guns and arrows, and still carried the emperor out of the encirclement. With such heroic loyalty, Hong Gongzi doesn't know how much he has inherited? Could it be that Hong Gongzi only has poetry and Fengyue left?"

"Hong Gongzi still has a wrench in his hand, not to learn from those soft-boned literati to buy bows and put them in the study, just as if he is really a bow horse, both civil and military. ”

The prince of the Ministry of Rites laughed, and the surrounding sons and brothers laughed.

"What the little marquis said is very true. Hong Yi's eyes shrank, "Let's play shèyi." ”

"To play the shè game, we have to make small bets. The little marquis of Changle clapped his hands, and immediately the people around him brought bows and arrows, and set up a leather and red lacquer arrow target on the ground a hundred steps away from the courtyard.

Subsequently, a hao slave led a big horse with a length of one zhang and two feet, a dark red body, and a fur like a cloud of fire.

"Fire Rome?" Hong Yi saw and knew that this horse was a horse from the country of Huoluo, and when he ran, his mane fluttered like a cloud of fire, and it was easy to get a horse.

"That's my bet. I don't know what Brother Hong's bet is?" Changle Little Marquis looked at Hong Yi with a sneer on his face.

"Squire, bring me my sword. At this moment, Luo Yun, the princess of Zhennan, clapped her hands, and one of the guards immediately gave a sword with a sharkskin sheath.

Luo Yun brushed out, the sword came out of the sheath, reflecting the rì light, dazzling, the sword body flowed with ju-flower-like moire, and the edge was almost bleeding at a glance.

"The name of this sword is 'Shark Slashing', it is only more expensive than the fire Roman of Changle Xiaohou Ye, I see that Hong Yi came out in a hurry today, and he didn't bring a bet, so I will lend it to him for the time being." Otherwise, if he doesn't have a bet, he won't be able to play the game, and I won't be able to see the excitement. What a pity. ”

Luo Yun put the sword back in its sheath, handed it to Hong Yi, snapped, opened the folding fan, and shook it quickly.