It’s May in a blink of an eye.
Song Xin went back to check on Xiaoyu's workshop after practicing every day, but the door there was closed, and he didn't know how far Xiaoyu's puppet had been refined. Song Yu, on the other hand, looked relaxed. In addition to arranging exercises for the wooden figures and Song Xin every day, he also took care of the garden and fed the horses. In the past two months, Guo Miao's horse Zhui Ying had been fed by him to become even taller and taller, with speed and endurance far exceeding those of any other horse in the world. During this period, Guo Mu and Guo Miao often came to go hunting with Song Xin in their free time.
After the class was over that day, Cao Chong suggested: "Tomorrow is the fifth day of May, and people outside the city are worshiping the water god. Why don't we go and see the excitement together? I heard that there is also a Lishui Poetry Association, and the three of us just went to broaden our horizons and talk about Maybe I can still show off my talents.”
Zhou Wenzhi became interested as soon as he heard this, "Yes, in Jingzhou, there are sacrifices and dragon boats every year at this time. I have never seen the sacrifices here in Xudu. Brother Song, are you interested?"
"Since both Young Master and Brother Zhou are willing to go, I will naturally not refuse."
The next day, the three of them changed into civilian clothes and took a few guards out of the east gate to Mishui outside the city. At this time, many people had gathered on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and it was quite lively.
The vendors and jugglers from all around also rushed over to make some money at this time.
Cao Chong was feeling depressed all day long in his mansion. Everything he saw was new.
"Sir, look, the Poetry Society is over there!" Zhou Wenzhi saw a place surrounded by a white tent in the distance, from which bursts of drums and cheers came from time to time. There is a wooden sign at the entrance with four Chinese characters for "槧水诗会" written on it. There are many carriages and famous horses parked outside the curtain.
Cao Chong said: "Well, this is the Mishui Poetry Festival held on the fifth day of May every year. It is specially held for the young men in Xuduli who have not yet been crowned. My brothers will come here to drink and party before they are crowned. Many people come here to drink and party. Before going to Piyong to study, I took advantage of the poetry meeting to come here to get to know each other and compare."
Zhou Wenzhi said: "Haha, that's great. None of the three of us have been crowned, so we just went to see the excitement."
Song Xin also thought it was good, and Zhou Wenzhi suggested: "By the way, Brother Song, can you help us buy some wine and sweet rice dumplings to bring in, and we will wait inside."
After Cao Chong and Zhou Wenzhi went in with their guards, Song Xin bought a pot of wine and some sweet rice dumplings. As soon as he walked to the door, he was stopped by a few people who looked like domestic slaves outside the Poetry Club.
Among them was a man with a square face, who was obviously the leader of these people.
"Which family is the young master from?" asked the square-faced servant.
Song Xin stepped forward and said, "I am Mr. Chong's attendant. Mr. Chong asked me to buy rice dumplings for wine and bring them in."
Several people smiled slyly, "Attendant? Isn't the Mr. Zhou who just entered the room an attendant? Why is there another attendant?"
They all said in unison: "Yes, you are dressed so plainly, maybe you want to sneak in, right? This is a poetry gathering for a famous son of Xudu, and not just anyone can get in."
The square-faced house slave said lazily, "Please tell me your parentage."
"I am Song Xin, the attendant of Young Master Cao Chong." Song Xin said again.
"Which family? You may have never heard of the Song family? Have you heard of it?" the square-faced slave said loudly deliberately. Knowing that Song Xin did not have any prominent background, they became even more unscrupulous.
"No, no. Absolutely not."
The square-faced house slave picked out his ears with his fingers, flicked off the earwax, and said arrogantly: "Yes, I haven't heard of it. Could it be that you want to sneak in and have some evil intentions?"
Song Xin took out the wooden sign indicating the entry and exit of the Prime Minister's Mansion, "I have reported that I am the young master's attendant. What do you think of making things difficult for me like this?"
"How? I have no identity or origin, so I can't get in." As the square-faced slave said, he snatched the wooden sign over, looked at it over and over for a while, and said, "What the hell is this? With this broken wood Cards, do you just want to get in?"
"Don't you recognize the words above?" Song Xin's voice became colder and colder.
However, the domestic slaves did not take it seriously and deliberately said provocatively: "So what if your grandfather can't read? Looking at your shabby appearance, why do you look like this?"
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Can you compose poetry? "
"Yes, this is a gathering of young men today. People like you are not allowed to go in, why don't you get out of here."
At this time, at the poetry meeting, Cao Chong lowered his head and asked, "Song Xin went to buy wine, why didn't he come back?"
Zhou Wenzhi said: "I'm afraid I saw something interesting, so I'll delay it. Young master, don't worry, Brother Song will definitely come."
Cao Chong said: "Well, okay."
Zhou Wenzhi was secretly happy. He knew that only people from a wealthy family could come in here, so he sent Song Xin away. There is now a high probability that Song Xin is blocked outside.
"Then, please go in and invite Mr. Zhou Wenzhi, Mr. Zhou." Outside the poetry meeting, Song Xin said with suppressed anger.
"Master Zhou is here, and you can't get in. Besides, how can we invite him?"
Song Xin looked at his joking expression, obviously he had been instructed to humiliate her, "What do you want so that I can go in?"
The square-faced house slave took out a thumb-sized wooden sign from his arms and said, "You can hang this wooden sign around your neck and you can go in."
Song Xin's expression changed instantly when he saw the wooden sign. The word "dog" was written on the wooden sign. He knew this kind of brand, it was worn by some nobles raising eagle dogs. He said coldly: "You give me the wooden sign worn by the eagle dog?"
The square-faced servant smiled contemptuously and said, "Hey, what's wrong with this? This is in no way inferior to your status. The hawks and dogs of the young masters are much more valuable than those of the common people. Don't you know this is a compliment?"
"Yes, this is a compliment to you."
"What are you arguing about here?" At this moment, a voice came from behind.
Song Xin turned around and saw that it was Liu Mi and Zheng Yue. Behind them was a young man with a vulgar expression and heavy dark circles under his eyes, looking like he was drunk too much.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Song? What are you doing standing here? Do you want to go in?" Liu Mi immediately came over and asked jokingly. Then he said to the people around him: "Come on, everyone, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Song. At Mr. Zhou's night banquet that day, he could sit at the top of the table among us. "
At this time, the man with a wretched look stepped forward and said: "This is Brother Song. Oh, it's better to meet than to hear about it. Why, a person as famous as Brother Song has to bring this person with him?" Do you need a sign to get in?"
Zheng Yue said with a joking smile on his face: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, brother Song is carrying this brand, don't say it, it's really suitable. Hahaha."
Liu Mi deliberately loudly said to his slaves: "You guys are short-sighted, this is a big shot, you are the servant of Young Master Chong." He stared at the sign in the hands of his slaves, and said with a sly smile: "Hey, you guys Have you even prepared the sign for Brother Song? Brother Song, put it on quickly and we will take you in?"
The doorkeeper now understood that Mr. Liu was not on Song Xin's side, and he became proud again. "We've already handed it over, but he doesn't want to accept it."
The man with a wretched expression pretended to be persuading and said, "Brother Song, take it quickly. We will lead you in, and no one will stop you. Come, find another rope, and we will lead you in."
Song Xin stared into his eyes and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
The man cupped his hands and said, "I am the Holy Son of the Three Holy Sects, Li Chun."
Song Xin was slightly startled and thought to himself: "The holy son of the Three Saints Sect, isn't that the leader's son? The leader's son is here too!? Could it be that he is with Wen Xian and the others?"
Li Chun said to Liu Mi: "Brother Liu, this one seems unwilling to wear it. Why don't we help him?"
Liu Mi and Zheng Yue looked cunning and said, "Why don't Mr. Li put it on for him personally? Maybe it can help Brother Song get a little bit of the immortal spirit of the Three Saints Sect."
When Li Chun heard this, he smiled, took the sign, handed it to Song Xin and said, "Put it on, otherwise, I will let you crawl back to Xudu." While speaking, Liu Mi and Zheng Yue still stepped back. After a few steps, Song Xin instantly understood that they wanted to instigate him to fight this Li Chun, and then turn the entire Three Saints Sect against him. But Song Xin doesn’t do that at all.
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I'm afraid, I'm already at odds with the Three Saints Religion anyway.
He took the sign and said with a sneer: "Sir, why did you give me a handful of sawdust?" After speaking, he twisted his hand hard, and the wooden sign was directly turned into sawdust by him, and fell down. Li Chun and several domestic slaves were frightened. This wooden sign is made of jujube wood and is extremely hard. Let alone crushing it with one hand, even if it is hit with a hammer, it may not be smashed into such pieces.
Song Xin raised his hand and slapped Li Chun on the face with sawdust. Li Chun was caught off guard. He took a few steps back and bumped into Liu Mi and Zheng Yue. Li Chun's eyes and mouth were filled with sawdust, and he screamed angrily. He pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed at Song Xin's head.
Song Xin ducked aside, took a step forward, raised his hand to grab Li Chun's wrist, and gently squeezed his Waiguan point. Li Chun felt a numbness in his wrist, and the long sword fell into Song's hand. Xin hands. Then he lightly punched Li Chun in the ribs. This guy was a drunkard and a womanizer, how could he stand this. Suddenly his face turned pale and he fell to the ground. Just as he was about to shout, Song Xin threw the long sword and it landed right between his legs, less than half an inch away from his lifeblood. Li Chun looked at the sword that was still shaking and turned pale with fright. , unable to say a word.
Song Xin looked at him contemptuously, then walked up to the dazed house slave, stared at him, smiled, and suddenly made a move. Before everyone could see his movements clearly, Song Xin had a sign in his hand. This was the sign that the house slave had just beaten. The stolen access voucher to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"What kind of shit can you rob?"
The slave was so frightened that he took a step back. Song Xin's eyes were killing people, "You...what do you want..." Before he could finish his words, Song Xin pinched his throat. His face turned red instantly.
"I've told you who I am, but you still keep trying to make things difficult for me. I don't think your master has ever disciplined you very much." After saying this, Song Xin flicked his hand, and the square-faced slave was thrown away. After walking more than three feet, he fell and fainted.
"Song Xin! How dare you commit murder here." Zheng Yue pointed at Song Xin and cursed.
"If you keep talking nonsense, you will be just like them." Song Xin replied coldly.
Liu Mi and others turned pale. They knew that Song Xin was a person who had been in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. They really annoyed him and they were afraid that they would not be able to take advantage. But when I saw that there were many people surrounding me, pointing at them, I suddenly felt that I was losing face. He hesitated and pulled out the long sword from his waist, "Song Xin, if you dare to be disrespectful to us, I will kill you right here today!"
Zheng Yue and several young masters also drew their swords. They didn't believe that no matter how powerful Song Xin was, he could beat so many of them?
At this time, a voice came: "Liu Mi, why don't you kill me too!?"
Liu Mi was furious and turned around to yell, but he seemed to be petrified in an instant.
The person who spoke turned out to be Xia Houchong. He heard the noise and came out to check, and happened to see Liu Mi drawing his sword against Song Xin.
"Xiahou...Mr. Xiahou..." Liu Mi immediately became respectful.
Several domestic slaves were also frightened and quickly knelt on the ground, trembling and afraid to speak.
Xia Houchong ignored them, walked up to Song Xin, bowed and said, "Brother Song, I've made you feel wronged. This year's poetry festival is hosted by my Xiahou family. The slaves have no rules, so I hope you can forgive me."
Song Xin said: "Brother Xiahou, you are so polite. Song Xin accidentally injured Xiongtai's servant. He will definitely come to apologize to you someday."
Xia Houchong looked at several domestic slaves and said seriously: "You have insulted the guests and ruined the family tradition. Today's poetry meeting is over. I will go home and receive the cane for thirty." Then he said to Liu Mi: "Master Liu, what are you doing?" Here we go again, you didn’t turn in any paper for last year’s poetry meeting, isn’t that embarrassing enough?”
Liu Mi's face turned pale, and he quickly put away his sword and said: "Mr. Bowed to Song Xin.
"Are you joking? I can see clearly. You are not welcome at today's poetry meeting. Mr. Liu, please go back. Brother Song, follow me in." After that, he pulled Song Xin and walked inside.
Liu Mi, with an ashen face, was driven away by his master outside the poetry gathering. In a few days, he would become the laughing stock of all the young masters in Xudu.
(End of chapter)
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