Dao fruit.

The speaker was very loud, and at the same time as the voice came in, a long-haired man in colorful clothes also walked into the flower hall, followed by five or six strong men, and the words just now were said by one of them.

"Huh? There is a fragrance in this hall, and it smells pretty good."

As soon as the talking man came in, he stretched his arms and pulled a woman next to him into his arms. The woman screamed, but she couldn't break free.

Seeing this scene, many Confucianists turned pale, but no one spoke. They just wondered in their hearts: "Why did they come? Didn't these marsh people not want to come to the previous poetry meetings?"

Qi Xin saw him, took a step forward, and said to the long-haired man, "Ge Luolan, take care of your people!"

This long-haired man is none other than Glolan, the little prince of the swamp people.

Hearing Qi Xin's reprimand, before Glolan could reply, the big man yelled, "What? Didn't you just pull a girl?"

Marshman Prince Glolan said: "Song Gaosu, Miss Song invited us, so she has to show face to the master, do as the Romans do, and let people go first."

"This... I obey." The marsh man Song Gaosu was a little bit reluctant, but he let go of his hands and released the woman in his arms. The woman ran in a hurry and was supported down.

Song Qian stood up, first ordered someone to help the slave who had fallen to the ground, and then stepped forward and said, "Ge Luolan, I know you don't like this kind of occasion, but Mr. Zhao invited you today, don't go too far .”

"Miss Song, don't worry, we Marsh people always say that one is one, and we will do what we say." Grolan nodded.

"Okay!" Song Qian smiled slightly, "In the past, you didn't want to participate in the poetry meeting, saying it was boring, but today is different, even my father and Mr. Zhao have arrived, and the whole Wuxin City is full of heroes. I heard that you are studying in the Imperial College I have written poems before, why not show my skills?"

"Since the girl has a life, I will give it a try." Glolan's stern face showed confidence.

On the opposite side, Song Qian glanced at the people behind Glolan, and said with a smile, "The people following you are all swamp warriors, so there's no need to go out." Dao, who knows better about his father, is trying to win Glolan's tribe over.So he took advantage of the opportunity to let a few big men stay.

"Why is he here too!" Suddenly, the arrogant and domineering Song Gaosu's eyes fell to one place, and his complexion changed, revealing scruples and fear.

"Huh?" Noticing this, Grolan also looked over, saw Qiu Yan in the corner of the flower hall, his face immediately turned cold, and a gloomy look appeared in his eyes, "Oh? Why is this person here? He is also here A poet?"

He said it.The bystanders were confused at first, and only after following their eyes did they understand.

I heard Fang Ziyan say: "The little prince also recognizes this person? This Qiu Yan can be said to be a blockbuster today, even if he is named the number one talented scholar in Wuxin. It is no exaggeration." Fang Ziyan asked knowingly, he had long since Zhang Sheng and Liu Sheng learned of the conflict between Qiu Yan and Ge Luolan from their mouths, and they said these words with ulterior motives.There is the meaning of provocation.

After hearing this, Grolan sneered without saying anything.Glancing at Fang Ziyan, he didn't get provoked to trouble Qiu Yan. Instead, he took a few subordinates and found a few seats to sit down.

Song Qian clapped her hands, and soon someone offered food and drink. Marsh people had different habits from the Central Plains, so they had to appease with food if they wanted to keep the atmosphere of the cultural meeting from being destroyed.

"Delicious!" Na Song Gaosu took the pastries, took one bite at a time, laughed, and ate. He glanced at the Confucian scholar beside him, noticed the fearful look in his eyes, and felt that Qiu Yan was frightened and regained his courage. some.

"You people who study are cowards! Look at our prince, although he is studying, he has practiced martial arts and killed people since he was a child, and he is still outstanding in martial arts. This comparison shows the gap." Song Gaosu thought Regaining face from other Confucian scholars, "A few days ago, I saw two students who were studying. When I raised my fist, they trembled in fright, hahaha!"

After saying this, several marsh men looked at each other and laughed, and a sense of heroism immediately permeated the air.

It's just that they are heroic, while many Confucian scholars are embarrassed.

At this time, Fang Ziyan came out again and said: "This is a strong man. Your vision is different. I heard that you are all rare warriors. They once fought with the little prince. They also went to the capital and saw Darui's Wuhua Tianbao. Metamorphosis, naturally has the potential to frighten people."

He first complimented the marshman, but he did not fall into Darui's style, and then changed the subject: "When I study, I have to climb up the steps step by step. As long as I have ambitions, I may have the opportunity to become a pilgrimage. It's a different climate."

These words imply that scholars are not afraid of marsh people, but Song Gaosu and others have extraordinary knowledge and arrogance above them. When scholars become officials in the future and have their own aura, they will be different. It can be said that they are neither humble nor overbearing.

As soon as these words came out, all the Confucianists regained their momentum, feeling that they had regained their place, and their backs straightened up a little.

"That's right, it's because of the difference in status and aura that a strong man can lead an army. We can't compare it now, but in the future, the title of the gold list will be a different situation. It's because of the change in aura and fortune."

"That's right, I climbed up the ladder, studied hard for ten years, and now I have become a scholar, and my personality has changed. Compared with farmers and commoners, I am even better."

"Brother Luo, you really know how to compare. Commoner peasants spend their whole day in business. It's disgraceful and inappropriate for you to compare us with farmers."

"I wait to study hard every day so that my family members can get rid of poverty and stop doing poor farm work."

"Well said! The ambition is lofty! However, you and I will be officials in the future, and the fertile land will become hectares. We still need to treat the servants well and let them work with peace of mind."

They are using peasants as a comparison and proof, in order to elevate themselves and regain their status. Although there are many scholars among the Confucian scholars who have been educated from poor and humble families, after hearing this, some echoed aloud, and some remained silent. language, no one refuted it.

Song Gaosu didn't want to lose, and said with a smile: "You farmers in the Central Plains are really useless. As long as you charge, you will scatter like birds and beasts. If you can't escape, you will just beg for mercy when you are caught, your bones are too soft."

"Villagers in the mountains, if you don't know the teachings of sages and sages, you can't count them. The general trend of the country depends on my generation." Fang Ziyan responded lightly.

at this time.

Snapped!

Hearing a light sound, very clear and crisp, it spread, suppressing several people's words.

Everyone followed the sound and saw Qiu Yan standing up from his seat, the soft sound was just when he put down his pen.

While everyone was watching, Qiu Yan came straight to Song Qian and said, "Qiu has something to ask Miss Song."

Song Qian was startled by his action, but she still nodded and said, "Sir, please tell me."

If Qiu Yan had come to her like this before today and said he had something to ask, Song Qian would have said nothing, and others would have said that Qiu Yan didn't know how to advance or retreat, but now that he has gone through riddle guessing and writing, Qiu Yan's status , The prestige has been different, even if he walks abruptly, it doesn't look abrupt.

Qiu Yan asked directly: "Two years ago, the Lingtang sent people to the villages in southern Xinjiang to arrest famous scholars. Does the girl know about this? What happened to those scholars?"

"Arrest? How did you say that? Those people were all invited by mother's people." Song Qian's face was a little ugly after hearing this, but she still said patiently, "After they came to Wuxin City, Everyone in the city treats each other with courtesy, but later, he refused to accept the situation and was sent away by his mother."

Due to the large number of people around, some words cannot be said clearly, but after hearing this answer, Qiu Yan had a general feeling in his mind, so he nodded and bowed his hands towards Song Qian, Qi Xin and the others: "Qiu has other things to do today, I will take my farewell first."

After saying this, he turned around and left.

"stop!"

Grolan, who was sitting in one place, suddenly said that the swamp prince knew why he came here, and even if he had no intention of reconciling, it would be too embarrassing for Qiu Yan to leave just like that.

But Qiu Yan ignored it and continued to move forward.

Glolan's eyes became colder and colder. He turned his head and glanced at Song Gaosu. The latter was startled. Although he was terrified, he still yelled: "My prince told you to stop, didn't you hear me? Don't you know, I'm so anxious Even if we kill you, the emperor and the Jiedu envoy will pardon the crime and appease us?"

Qiu Yan finally stopped, turned his head and said with a smile: "Forgiveness is a blessing for a villain, misfortune for a gentleman. You are not ashamed, but proud, and always talk about the court's pardon, pitiful and sad." , he shook his head, turned around and walked out of the gate.

The outspoken Grolan gritted his teeth, but forcibly held back.

As soon as Qiu Yan left, the whole flower hall fell into silence. After a while, someone said: "I don't know what to do!"

This sound brought everyone back to their senses, and there was a lot of discussion. At this time, there was a voice from upstairs. It turned out that Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng had received the notice and walked down.

Seeing this scene, Fang Ziyan thought of Grolan's performance just now, and immediately understood.

"So that's the case. It is estimated that the Jiedu envoy or Mr. Zhao wanted to be a peacemaker, so he invited the marshman prince here. As a result, Qiu Yan actually left without saying goodbye, toasted and refused to eat, and was punished with wine." After thinking this, Fang Ziyan revealed There was a smile.

Fang Ziyan was not the only one who thought of this, Qi Xin also figured out the key point, and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Qiu Yan's step has gone astray. This style of being a peacemaker is not in line with the general. It should be Mr. Zhao's idea." After thinking about it, he turned his head and looked at the table next to him, "Look at this hand On the surface of the words, it shouldn't be too harsh, huh? This poem on paper?"

When he looked at it, he realized that on the top paper was written a five-character poem——

"Plant one grain of millet in spring, and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers still starve to death."

After reading the poem in a low voice, Qi Xin immediately caught the feeling of pity for the farmer and vague accusation from it, and he became suspicious.

"This poem doesn't seem to be written by the scholar here tonight..." Thinking of what happened just now, Qi Xin had a flash of inspiration, and he had a guess, "Could it be Qiu Yan's work? The artistic conception of this poem is straightforward and straightforward, which is in line with the His style, even I can understand it at a glance, but it has a deep meaning, at least the Confucian scholars who were clamoring just now will be ashamed after seeing it." (To be continued

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