Dao Fruit

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

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

As soon as the big man who spoke came in, he stretched his arms and pulled a woman next to him into his arms. The woman screamed, but she couldn't get away.

Seeing this scene, many Confucian scholars changed their expressions, but no one said anything. They just wondered: "Why are they here? In the previous poetry gatherings, weren't these people unwilling to come?"

When Qi Xin saw it, he took a step forward and said to the long-haired man: "Gloran, take care of your people!"

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

Hearing Qi Xin's rebuke, before Gloran could reply, the big man shouted: "What? Didn't you just drag a girl?"

Glolan, the prince of the swamp people, spoke up: "Song Gaosu, Miss Song invited us, so we must give the host family face. Do as the Romans do in the country, and let the people go first."

"This... follows your order." Song Gaosu, a big man from the swamp, was a little reluctant to give up, but he still let go as ordered and let the woman out of his arms. The woman immediately ran in a hurry and was helped down.

Song Qian stood up, first ordered someone to help the fallen slave up, and then stepped forward and said: "Gloran, I know you don't like this kind of occasion, but Mr. Zhao is asking you today, don't go too far. ”

"Don't worry, Miss Song. We, the Marsh people, always say one is one and we will do what we say." Gloran nodded.

"Okay!" Song Qian smiled slightly, "In the past, you didn't want to participate in the poetry meeting, saying it was boring, but it's different today. Even my father and Mr. Zhao are here, and there are many outstanding people from the whole Wuxin City. I heard that you are studying in the Imperial College I also wrote poems when I was young, so why not show off my skills?"

"Since the girl has a destiny, I should give it a try." Gloran's stern face showed a look of confidence.

On the opposite side, Song Qian glanced at the people behind Gloran and said with a smile: "The few people following you are all Swamp people warriors, so there is no need to go out." As the daughter of the Jiedu Envoy, she knew the power of winning over. Tao, even more aware that his father was trying to win over Gloran's tribe. So he took advantage of the situation and let a few big men stay.

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

"Huh?" Noticing this, Gloland also looked over and saw Qiu Yan in the corner of the flower hall. His expression immediately turned cold, and there was a cold look in his eyes. "Oh? Why is this person here? He is here too. A poet?"

He said this. The others were confused at first, and then they understood after following his gaze.

Just listen to Fang Ziyan say: "The little prince also recognizes this person? This Qiu Yan can be said to be a blockbuster today, and he is called the most talented man in Wuxin. It is not an exaggeration." Fang Ziyan asked knowingly, he had long since Zhang Sheng and Liu Sheng learned about the conflict between Qiu Yan and Glolan, and they had ulterior motives in saying this. It means to provoke.

After hearing this, Gloran said nothing and sneered. After taking a look at Fang Ziyan, he was not provoked to go to Qiu Yan to trouble him. Instead, he took a few subordinates and went straight to find a few seats to sit down.

Song Qian clapped her hands, and soon someone offered food and drinks. The people in the Nao had different habits from those in the Central Plains. If they wanted to prevent them from destroying the atmosphere of the cultural gathering, they had to appease them with delicious food.

"It's delicious!" Nasong Gaosu took the cakes and took one bite at a time, laughing loudly. As he ate, he glanced at the Confucian scholar beside him and noticed the fearful look in his eyes. He felt that his courage, which had been frightened by Qiu Yan, was restored. Some.

"You who are studying are just cowards! Look at our prince. Although he is studying, he has been practicing martial arts and killing people since he was a child. He is still very brave. A comparison like this will show the difference." This is what Song Gaosu thought. He regained face from other Confucian scholars, "A few days ago, I met two students who were studying. As soon as I raised my fist, they were so scared that they trembled, hahaha!"

After saying this, several swamp men looked at each other and laughed, and a heroic spirit suddenly filled the air.

However, they were so heroic, but many Confucian scholars looked embarrassed.

At this time, Fang Ziyan came forward again and said: "You are a warrior, your vision is different. I heard that you are all rare warriors. I once fought with the little prince, and also went to the capital to see the treasures of Da Rui. My state of mind Transformation is naturally awe-inspiring.”

He first complimented the people in the marsh, but he was not too aristocratic, and then changed the topic: "When we study, we have to climb the steps step by step. As long as we have ambitions, we may have the opportunity to go to court and pay homage to the prime minister. It’s a different atmosphere.”

This statement implies that the scholars are not afraid of the marsh people, but that Song Gaosu and others have extraordinary knowledge and their aura is superior to them. When the scholars become officials in the future and have their own aura, they will be different. They can be said to be neither humble nor arrogant.

As soon as these words came out, the Confucian scholars regained their momentum and felt that they had regained their place and straightened their waists.

"Yes, it's because of the different status and different momentum. A strong man can lead an army. We can't compare now. But in the future, the gold list will be a different story. It's just that the momentum and luck have changed."

"Yes, I climbed the stairs and studied hard for ten years. Now I have become a scholar. My status has changed. Compared with farmers and commoners, I am better."

"Brother Luo, you are really good at comparison. Commoner farmers work like flies and dogs all day long. You compare us with farmers. It is insulting and inappropriate."

"I study hard every day so that my family members can escape poverty and no longer have to do hard farm work."

"Well said! You have great ambitions! However, when you and I become officials in the future and have fertile fields, we should still treat the hired farmers well and let them work with peace of mind."

They used the farmers as a comparison and evidence to elevate themselves and regain their status. Although there are many scholars from poor families among the Confucian scholars, some of them echoed this, some remained silent, and no one refuted it.

Song Gaosu was unwilling to lose the battle, and said with a smile: "You farmers in the Central Plains are really useless. As long as there is a charge, they will scatter like birds and beasts. After being caught, they will just beg for mercy. They are too soft-boned."

"The country folk don't know the teachings of the saints, so they are not counted. The general trend of the country depends on us." Fang Ziyan responded lightly. For a while, the two sides went back and forth, arguing with each other.

Just at this time.

Snap!

There was a light sound, so crisp that it spread and suppressed the words of several people.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Qiu Yan standing up from his seat. The sound was made when he put down his pen.

Under everyone's gaze, Qiu Yan walked straight to Song Qian and said, "Qiu has something to ask Miss Song."

Song Qian was startled by his action, but still nodded and said, "Sir, please go ahead."

If Qiu Yan came to her like this before today and said he had something to ask, even if Song Qian didn't say anything, others would say Qiu Yan didn't know how to act. But now after guessing riddles and writing, Qiu Yan's status and prestige have changed. Even if he came abruptly, it didn't seem abrupt.

Qiu Yan asked directly: "Two years ago, your mother sent people to the villages in southern Xinjiang to capture scholars with honors. Do you know about this? What happened to those scholars later?"

"Capture? What do you mean? Those people were invited by my mother's people," Song Qian said with a somewhat ugly face, but she still said patiently, "After they came to Wuxin City, the city treated them with courtesy, but later they were not used to the climate and were sent away by my mother."

Due to the large number of people around, some things could not be said clearly, but after hearing this answer, Qiu Yan had a general idea in his mind, so he nodded and bowed to Song Qian, Qi Xin and others: "Qiu has other things to do today, so I will leave first."

After saying this, he turned around and left.

"Stop!"

Gerolan, who was sitting in one place, suddenly spoke up. This swamp prince knew why he came here. Even if he had no intention of reconciliation, it would be too embarrassing for him to let Qiu Yan leave like this.

But Qiu Yan ignored him and continued to move forward.

Ge Luolan's eyes became colder and colder. He turned his head and looked at Song Gaosu. The latter was startled. Although he was still frightened, he still shouted: "My prince asked you to stop. Didn't you hear? Don't you know that if you provoke us, even if you are beaten to death, the emperor and the governor will pardon your crimes and appease us?"

Qiu Yan finally stopped and turned his head and smiled: "Pardon is the blessing of villains and the misfortune of gentlemen. You are not ashamed, but proud. You always talk about the court's pardon. It's pitiful and sad." After speaking, he shook his head, turned around and walked out of the door.

Ge Luolan was so angry that his teeth creaked, but he forced himself to hold back.

As soon as Qiu Yan left, the whole flower hall fell into silence. After a long time, someone said: "Don't know what's good for you!"

This voice brought everyone back to their senses and they immediately talked about it. At this time, there was a voice coming from upstairs. It turned out that Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng received the notice and walked down.

Fang Ziyan saw this scene and thought about Glolan's performance just now, and immediately understood.

"So that's it, it's probably the governor or Mr. Zhao who wanted to be a peacemaker, so he invited the prince of the swamp people, but Qiu Yan actually left without saying goodbye, refused to drink the toast, and drank the penalty wine." Thinking of this, Fang Ziyan smiled.

Fang Ziyan was not the only one who thought of this, Qi Xin also figured out the key and shook his head.

"Qiu Yan made a wrong move. This peacemaker style is not in line with the general. It should be Mr. Zhao's idea." Thinking about it, he turned his head to look at the table beside him, "Looking at the handwriting, it shouldn't be too harsh, huh? The poem on this paper?"

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

"In spring, plant a grain of millet, and in autumn, harvest ten thousand grains. There is no idle land in the world, but farmers still starve to death."

The poem was read out in a low voice. Qi Xin immediately caught the taste of sympathy for the farmers and vague accusations from it, and doubts arose in his heart.

"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 guessed, "Could it be written by Qiu Yan? The artistic conception of this poem is straightforward and straightforward, which is in line with his style. Even I can understand it at a glance, but it has a deep meaning. At least the Confucian scholar who just shouted will lose face after seeing it." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature. The novel is better and updated faster!

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