Zhao Xuan glanced at everyone's expressions, and said with a light smile: "We were busy with the road before, and we haven't been in contact with the outside world for a while. According to what the poor road sees, it is better to be like this, anyway, it has already arrived at the foot of Longhu Mountain, so it is better to go and join in the fun. It's also good to listen to whether there are any changes in the rivers and lakes and the court. ”

Before the words fell, Zhang Bairen, Kong Xiuru, and Jin Yaoci spoke almost at the same time.

"Master is thinking about ......"

"Mr. Hong's words are very good!"

"Okay, okay, it's been a long time since we've seen so many people, let's go check it out. ”

There was joy in his expressions.

Although Sun Shangwu here is not very interested in the Wenhui, he is happy and lively, seeing Zhao Xuan's proposal, and Zhang Bairen, Kong Xiuru, and Jin Yaoci all agree, he instantly forgot his previous depression and shouted: "Then let's go!" swaggered back again.

The crowd shook their heads speechlessly and followed him closer to the crowd. When the crowd approached, someone in the crowd suddenly noticed them and came forward: "How many tourists are passing here?" Come and come, sit down, our 'Xuemei Wenhui' welcomes a few travelers like Brother Tai the most, no matter who comes, we must do our best to fulfill the friendship of the landlord." ”

This kind of communication that the scribes only saw was naturally handed over to Kong Xiuru and Zhang Bairen, and Zhao Xuan only infiltrated in the back, quietly observing the field.

But seeing that this "Xuemei Wenhui" is really not small, there are more than 100 people coming and going. This is still only counting those literati and writers, not counting the ** who came to help...... Ahem!

As I said before, the so-called ** refers to the "Qing people" who only sell their art and do not sell their bodies, so in this world, Yeyou prostitutes are actually very commendable.

If any son can capture the heart of a beautiful woman. Let the Qingqi people be willing to commit. That's a great talking point.

Zhao Xuan originally thought that except for Kong Xiuru and Zhang Bairen. The rest of the people were not interested in this meeting, but they didn't expect that when they entered the crowd, they would soon be the only ones left.

Kong Xiuru and Zhang Bairen naturally talked about poetry and lyrics with a group of literati, and Jin Yao followed Zhang Bairen with interest to listen. Sun Shangwu, who was originally not very interested, entered the crowd, but he also had a good time. Even Ye Wan'er and his younger brother were surrounded by a group of scholars to discuss poetry...... Not to mention what the original intention of those scholars was, but the advantage is that they all speak in a proper manner and behave politely, so that Ye Wan'er can't refuse for a while.

Ye Hehua doesn't understand anything. followed his sister to "eat and drink".

Zhao Xuan only laughed at this, after all, his original intention was just to see Kong Xiuru, Zhang Bairen, and Jin Yao move kindly. And the next thing to go to Guigu Mountain is not clear, so let's relax in advance.

I found a seat and sat down, drank and admired the flowers, watched the crowd look at the people, and listened to some conversations.

At this time, it is noon, last night's heavy snow did not make today's temperature too cold, the cool weather with the faint fragrance of snow plum, quite refreshing.

Naturally, drinking and writing poems are indispensable for the literary meeting. It's just that according to the tradition of the "Xuemei Cultural Meeting", this cultural meeting will be held until the evening. Therefore, in the morning, I mostly walked in the snow to enjoy the plum blossoms. After eating at noon, the afternoon is the poetry thesis.

When it was time to eat, Zhao Xuan and his entourage of seven gathered together again.

Jin Yaoci finally felt a little excited at this time: "It turns out that the so-called Wenhui is nothing more than that. Sun Shangwu was having a good time, and he was very interested: "What do you mean by this? Don't you see so many people? Master Ben hasn't seen so many people for a long time." No! It's because I ran into you, and I haven't seen outsiders at all! Especially this guy surnamed Hong, who makes a Wang Ba angry with me all day long. If it weren't for the fact that the master wanted to see what secrets were in the Guigu Order, the master wouldn't have followed you here!"

Zhao Xuan squinted at him: "Do you want to take out Wang Ba for you now?" Because Jin Ao quarreled with Sun Shangwu, except for the "teaching" time at night, Zhao Xuan still put Jin Ao in the secret realm of folding fans.

Sun Shangwu shuddered suddenly, and hurriedly said: "Don't don't, don't don't!

Well, that's it!

Zhao Xuan was about to tease the kid again, clinker, and the conversation of several people next to him suddenly attracted his attention.

"Brothers, I don't know if you've heard of it?"

"What's the matter?"

"Brother Han doesn't know, according to rumors, Zhao Shoucheng, the second son of General Zhao, Zhao Lai, is also missing!"

"Why do you say a word?"

"It seems that Brother Han really doesn't listen to things outside the window, and only reads sage books. Now that I am in the middle of the Great Jin Dynasty, who doesn't know that Zhao Xuan, the third son of General Zhao, disappeared two years ago, why hasn't Brother Han heard of it at all?"

"Ahem...... Please also ask Brother Chu to explain. ”

"Well, it was a strange thing. After Zhao Xuan married the princess, he went to General Zhao's fiefdom, but he didn't expect to pass by the Fallen Dragon Mountain Range...... Now after two years, Zhao Ergongzi has disappeared again, and I don't know if that incident has anything to do with it!"

"Of course!"

"Oh, does Brother Liu know any inside information?"

"You also know that my father is on duty in the court, and he doesn't talk about the inside information, but he can also hear some gossip. It is said that the disappearance of Zhao Xuan was the hand of the demon clan, and the disappearance of Zhao Lai's son is also inextricably linked to the demon clan. No, just a few days ago, news came from the capital that Zhao Sheng, the eldest son of the Zhao Mansion, recruited troops to ask for battle, and His Majesty also agreed. It is said that it won't be long before Zhao Sheng will lead a million army into the territory of the demon clan and ask the demon clan for an explanation!"

"What can you say? According to the foolish opinion, whether it is Zhao Xuan or Zhao Lai, I am afraid that their lives will not be guaranteed. I don't know why, I have always felt that the dark tide in my Shenzhou has been turbulent in the past two years, and I am afraid that something big will happen!"

Now that his two sons have disappeared one after another, although the imperial court promised to send troops, it did not send good generals. Although Zhao Sheng inherited his father's mantle, how could he manage an army of millions by himself......?

"Brother Zhuang speak carefully!" a low shout interrupted the words of the previous speaker, and then several people began to talk about other topics.

Zhao Xuan's brows couldn't help but gradually furrow at this time, back then, first the emperor's people, then the demon clan, and then Shen Yuxiu, each of them had to get rid of him quickly, which brought him a lot of doubts, and he didn't figure it out until now. Why is Zhao Lai also harmed by the demon clan now?

But what does it have to do with Zhao Lai?

Could it be that what they want to target is actually Zhao Shoucheng, but they just want to gradually disintegrate his Zhao family one by one?

Just as he was thinking about it, Sun Shangwu also heard the conversation of the previous few people, and couldn't help but whisper: "I remember! I heard that Zhao Xuan was also born with white hair, Mr. Hong, tell me quickly, what does he have to do with Taishang Laojun?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Xiuru's heart also moved, and he couldn't help but groan:

"The two doors are more mysterious, and mercury and lead meet the fetal fairy.

Before leaving the mother's womb, the head was white, and only then did the spirit of the sky be complete.

Indoor alchemy is mixed with oneself, and there is medicine in the furnace to take away the innate nature.

Generate a guest in the Eight Views Palace, regardless of tens of thousands of years in the world!"

After reciting a poem, Kong Xiuru also looked at Zhao Xuan: "Could it be that Taishang Laojun's 'white head before leaving his mother's womb' is taken from this third son of Zhao?"

Zhao Xuan came back to his senses, couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, and said in his heart What is this called, you also think too highly of me, right? Can I compare with Lao Tzu? But before he could explain, Ye Wan'er, who had not spoken much over there, also opened her mouth faintly, and slowly whispered: "Born by nature and born after old age, I borrowed Li Chengcheng to get my name." He once worshiped Hongjun to cultivate morality, and only then did he know that one Qi turned into three clears...... It stands to reason that this old gentleman should be surnamed Li instead of Zhao. But...... Hong Daochang, this word Hongjun is taken from the homonym? In fact, it should be...... Hong Jun?"

"So, Master really has one more disciple? No! It's three?" Jin Yaoci actually added to the excitement.

"Is that Zhao Xuan?" even Zhang Bairen spoke weakly.

Zhao Xuan couldn't defend himself at all.

What do you want him to say?

He now regrets more and more that he had a bad taste at that time to give himself such a homophonic name as Hong Jun!

But at that time, where did he think that he would have the whim to tell "Romance of the Gods" and "Journey to the West"?

Just as I was feeling annoyed, a voice suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

"Brothers, under Yu Renzhi, thanks to everyone's affordability, Xi is the director of this Xuemei Wen Meeting. Some of you are old friends, some are new friends, and some of you are participating in the Xuemei Cultural Conference for the first time, I'm afraid I don't know the constitution, so I will explain it a little here. ”

"The Xuemei Wenhui is the same as other literary societies, and the poems written should be closely related to the theme, that is, they should not be separated from the words 'snow' and 'plum'. Other than that, there are no taboos. However, poetry alone is too competitive, and we are afraid of hurting the harmony, so we have to make a small game, which is 'drumming and passing flowers'......"

Drumming and passing flowers, also known as passing colored balls, is composed of several, dozens or dozens of people sitting in a circle on the ground, one of them holds flowers, and the other person turns his back to the circle of people and beats the drum with a mallet. When the drum sounds, the flowers begin to be transmitted, and the flowers are passed from one person's hand until the drum stops. Whoever spends it in his hand or in front of his seat, the man drinks and writes poems.

This game, like Qu Shui Liuzhen, is a kind of game for the pleasure of the literati.

When Ren Zhi finished speaking, the drumming and passing flowers were ready to start, and finally diverted the attention of Kong Xiuru and the others from Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he couldn't explain what his name was, and seeing that everyone finally stopped pestering him, he began to think about Zhao Lai's disappearance again.

The group of people who spoke before didn't know his identity, so they couldn't have deliberately told him. Although this is gossip, there should be no fake. Although he has no sense of belonging to the Zhao family, it is a matter of himself, so he naturally has to pay more attention, otherwise I am afraid that he will not know if he is calculated in the future.

However, because he knew too little about the news of the Zhao family, and he didn't know the dirt between the human race and the demon clan, he couldn't find a suitable entry point for a while.

It would be nice if Li Shu was here......

The thought had just risen in his mind, when suddenly, a large reminder and urging sound came into his ears. (To be continued......)