Wang Chongli was the military magistrate of Qingzhou and was in charge of the military power of the Hunan Army in a state. The movement in the backyard of his mansion naturally disturbed the night patrol. Almost as soon as a few waves of people entered the backyard, a sharp shout came from the night sky: "Who dares to break into the magistrate's mansion? "
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures suddenly appeared on the roof of the backyard of the Wang family. They were all guests supported by the Wang family.
Immediately, dozens or hundreds of soldiers with swords and armor and torches rushed over upon hearing the sound.
From a distance, the torches lined up in a row were like fire dragons approaching rapidly in the dark night, and the sound of the friction of cold armor came closer and closer.
In less than a moment, another hundred and ten soldiers came, and more than two hundred people surrounded the viewing pavilion in the backyard. They raised their swords and drew their bows, forming a square formation.
For a moment, three parties in the backyard of the Wang family looked at each other, a group of people from the pavilion, a group of foreigners, a group of Wang family retainers and a group of soldiers who came to see the crisis.
Zhao Zhengli also used this to see clearly the group of uninvited guests from foreign countries. He found that most of the people who came were also young people. The expected three Khitan commanders only came alone, and they were hairless; He Luohan, who had endless muscles. , a young man next to him is quite handsome, wearing a Khitan costume with crossed narrow sleeves that looks a bit noble, wearing a Han-style futou, his eyes are very confident and ignore the Wang family's guest ministers and the Xiang army; he directly looks at Lan Lan Everyone in Jingting.
Just by the futou on his head, you can tell that he has an extraordinary status. In Khitan, the hat is one of the status symbols. Ordinary people are not qualified to wear it. As long as you wear it, you will know that you are either rich or noble. If it is paired with dazzling gold, Silver and jade ware are even more prominent.
Several young people from Xixia wore short animal hair shirts with large lapels, and a pair of trousers with a small opening on the inside of the slit robe. They hugged each other an outstanding-looking woman. The clothes were gorgeous, with double earlobes and gold pendants, and a wide forehead. , all hairpins are available for every step, the large mink fur lapels set off the exquisite facial features, the narrow sleeves and slits on the lower body of the brocade robe seem to reveal the slender legs on the inside, white bottom trousers, and pointed cloud boots, this outfit Just from one stop you can tell that you come from a wealthy family.
Then there are three Tibetan men in Han-style cross-right robes, headed by a young man with a star-shaped eyebrow and extraordinary appearance. He wears a gorgeous brocade robe with a t-shirt belt around his waist, a jade-branded sachet, and black boots.
In contrast, the clothing of the two people behind them is too rough and simple. They have a cross-cut robe made of rough linen and tied casually with strips of cloth. They wear long trousers and cotton boots on their feet. The two men looked at each other as if they were the young man's head; one glance showed that they were master and servant.
Zhao Zhengli probably saw that these young people in various countries have made extraordinary achievements. Otherwise, how could they dare to venture into foreign countries alone?
Without waiting for him to think about it, Chen Xiaoyao explained his doubts one by one: "There are only two people in the Khitan who can make Dahe Luohan willing to serve as a foil. One is Yeluhe, the son of the first national master of the Khitan, and the other is the first Khitan master. Wan Yanshi, the adopted son who was single-handedly promoted by the Imperial Master, was praised by the Khitan as the "double pride". The Xixia woman is very tall, and her specific identity is not yet confirmed. As for the Tibetan one, who is as serious as you. This handsome man is probably a descendant of the Mu family who followed his sister in the late Tang Dynasty and married Tibet."
Zhao Zhengli saw that he had a nose and eyes: "How dare you judge?"
He glanced at it and stroked his fake beard out of habit: "Understanding events in the world is one of the necessary skills for survival. Is it any wonder?"
Then he leisurely picked up the wine on the table and took a sip: "The world is getting more and more lively. Fortunately, we are not old yet!"
As the host, the head of the Wang family, Qingzhou Zhijun Wang Chongli, had already arrived in a hurry. He did not expect that a simple gathering of young people would cause such a big fuss. When he came to the backyard, he did not rush to draw conclusions, but climbed up to the Lanjing Pavilion. Looking for my beloved son Wang Feng.
At this moment, Wang Feng was surprisingly calm. Seeing the three parties looking at each other for a few seconds, he stood up leisurely, walked to the outside of the pavilion, raised his hands, shook out his long sleeves, and cupped his hands: "So you are a stranger from a foreign country? I have never received one in my mansion before." Then he turned to the side and said with a smile. The prince held his hand again: "His Royal Highness has seen big events. Do you know the rules of entertaining guests from foreign countries?"
Prince Xiao, who wanted to watch the excitement, frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that Wang Feng would pass the blame to him. He said in a calm tone: "In your mansion, it is another grand event held by your Wang family. Naturally, your Wang family has to make the decision."
Wang Feng is not angry either. Compared to now, the key is to explain the whole story clearly, lest outsiders hear that after tonight, the Wang family of Qingzhou Zhijun entertained foreign guests, it would be a great injustice. If he offended Prince Xiao with his words, he could make up for it later. Taifu Xiao and the prince are on the same front, and they can resolve the trade-offs between left and right.
Wang Feng saw that the blame that had been thrown away came back, and he smiled: "Since Prince Xiao has let me make a decision, do you have any reason to stay here?"
A group of people from a foreign country expected each other to be cautious when they saw each other. Dahe Luohan, the three commanders of the Khitan, replied boldly: "I heard that your country has a wanted order offering a reward of ten thousand gold and a hereditary title. The person who is chasing him is Zhao Zhengli. This son is also He has an old grudge with us, so we have the same goal."
Seeing everyone's strange looks, he immediately added: "Of course, we are not interested in your country's millions of gold and hereditary titles. As long as the heads of the surviving sons of your rebellious ministers fall to the ground."
Tubo and Xixia also nodded in agreement.
As soon as these words came out, the people present looked at each other strangely, Prince Xiao and the Wang family raised the corners of their mouths slightly, and showed an intriguing smile. The three saints of the temple who were colleagues with Zhao Zhengli in the past were uncertain. Of course, the Northern Shaolin monks smiled brightest.
Princess Dali didn't have any emotions at all. She rolled her eyes and muttered disdainfully: "Aren't you afraid of dying in a foreign country and having no one to collect your body?"
Wang Feng turned his attention to Prince Xiao again. The handsome young man with a peach-like face glanced at him surprisingly calmly, elegantly took a sip of tea and ignored it.
Wang Feng paused to think for a moment, his handsome face was filled with a smile, and he looked cold under the contrast of his majesty. He waved to his guests and the soldiers of the Xiang army who were holding swords and bows, signaling to retreat. Then he told the servant: "We are preparing a table to entertain foreign guests!"
Wang Chongli saw that his son had made up his mind, and looked at the smile on the corner of Xiao Shizi's mouth. He thought about it, said nothing, and left lightly. He returned to the study to write down tonight's deeds, using flying pigeons to fly into the night sky. After all this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The Lanjing Pavilion was very lively. There was a huge bar table next to the big round table, which was completely outside the pavilion. Fortunately, there was a one-meter gallery outside the Lanjing Pavilion, otherwise it would be really hard to squeeze in.
The table was clearly filled with delicacies, but there were very few people eating and drinking. They were either reserved or restrained. On the contrary, Princess Dali's two "entourages" were the most forgetful about their food. Her Highness the Princess ignored the strange looks and kept to herself. Chew yourself carefully.
Feast; no matter what delicacies and delicacies are, they are just paving the way for communication and understanding. Wine is the seasoning that brings people closer together at the banquet. By changing glasses and drinking wine, the atmosphere gradually reaches a climax.
The literati will surely compare poems, lyrics, and poems if they are happy, and the warriors will be able to discuss and compare with each other if they are happy.
This time the Wang family gathers young talents from all over the world, and their literary and martial arts skills are the same!
The wine was deep; Wang Feng took the initiative to lead the opening ceremony: "Those literati like to play poems and poems over wine. How about we Jianghu people come more directly, compete with each other, and make friends with martial arts?"
Xiao Shizi took the opportunity to joke: "In my opinion, Brother Wang doesn't have a few ounces of ink in his stomach, so he can't spit out literary poems for fun, right?"
Wang Feng smiled carelessly, his majestic face looked a bit naive at the moment, and said bluntly: "His Royal Highness really guessed wrong. Although I look rough, don't forget that my father is a civil servant, and I have been influenced by it since I was a child. I can pour out one or two taels of ink. Since His Highness is interested in poetry, I would like to show my shame in front of you all and ask His Highness the Crown Prince to come up with a topic!"
Prince Xiao swept everyone away: "Since we are drinking in your mansion, let's make wine the theme. We are all people of the world, so we should bring some of the world's atmosphere into it, how about that?"
Those who had some ink aroused their interest, while those who had no ink in their stomach naturally looked helpless. It was definitely too late to escape before the battle.
Dahe Luohan, the three commander-in-chief of the Khitan, responded: "What if I can't be fooled?"
The corner of Prince Xiao's lips curled up: "Choose someone to discuss with your friends!"
"Very good, very good!"
As soon as this statement came out, most of them were recognized. Most of the people present were from the world. They were used to wielding knives and sticks. The ink in their stomachs was probably mixed with the overnight meal. When it was poured out, it was more eye-catching than the sour smell of literati.
Princess Dali on the side turned her pretty face towards Zhao Zhengli and Chen Xiaoyao, disdainfully complaining: "They have to go through so many twists and turns if they want to fight. Do you think they are fake?"
Zhao Zhengli's mouth was bulging and he had no time to spare; he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and by the way, he gave a greasy thumbs up in approval.
Chen Xiaoyao had some free time at the moment and added: "Maybe this way they feel elegant and stylish, and it is easier for them to improve themselves."
Her Royal Highness took the opportunity to see through his eyes that this guy was calm and composed, and asked puzzledly: "Seeing that you are calm and composed, do you feel confident?"
Chen Xiaoyao waved his hand leisurely: "I have studied for two years and practiced boxing for three years. It doesn't matter whether it is poetry, poetry, or boxing and kicking. I just have to fight him when he comes!"
His tone was casual and his tone was arrogant.
Duan Xiaoxiao Bazhaba blinked, but his penetrating eyes did not reveal anything about the other party's inner thoughts, indicating that this person had two skills, so he stared at Zhao Zhengli and asked, "Who is this person?"
Zhao Zhengli said casually and vaguely: "Chen Xiaoyao!"
Duan Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, thinking about this familiar name in his mind, and Zhao Zhengli added: "It's the guy who wandered around the world and took the time to write "Meng Xiaoyao", which is ranked third in this article."
The beautiful face of Princess Duan Xiaoxiao was so surprised that her big eyes were so wide that they wanted to bulge out, and her small mouth was also opened so fast that she could stuff a fist into her.
Everyone's eyes were on Wang Feng and Xiao Shizi at the moment, paying very little attention to the three of them.
At that time, Wang Feng set an example and took a sip of the wine: "Fine wine and beautiful scenery in April, half drunk and half drunk, dreaming of gods."
The words fell and won a round of applause. The poem was very artistic. Even the woman in Xixia who had been silent all this time also raised the corners of her mouth. Unexpectedly, this trip tonight was very interesting.
The handsome young man with crossed narrow sleeves from Khitan glanced at the Xixia woman; while applauding, he commented: "We have wine, and there are also rivers and lakes. It seems that apart from drinking and watching the scenery, the only thing left is sleeping and dreaming?"
Some people burst into laughter, while others paid attention to the occasion and suppressed their laughter.
Wang Feng was not humiliated by being ridiculed by a foreign country, and his face tightened: "Who are you?"
Dahe Luohan, one of the three commanders of the Khitan, a strong man, said: "My son is naturally a noble. As for the name, it depends on his mood. This time I came here for friendship. Although my son's comments are a little ruthless, they are also shortcomings in poetry. , what? Could it be that Prince Wang is a hypocritical person who only listens to flattery and does not tolerate criticism? "
These words stunned Wang Feng into silence.
Xiao Shizi came out to smooth things over and glanced at the Khitan young master: "According to what this young master said, how can one stop sleeping and dreaming about this poem?"
The young man glanced at Prince Xiao, who was half as handsome as him: "Wouldn't it be more domineering to change the second half of the sentence to "Kill the gods with one move and one sword"?"
This statement shocked everyone. Sure enough, thinking determines the pattern. Wang Feng only knows how to drink and watch the sights and dreams of immortals, but that Khitan young man actually dared to drink and watch the sights and kill the gods!
What kind of courage? How arrogant?
Even Zhao Zhengli and Chen Xiaoyao also raised their heads and took a deep look at the Khitan master. It is impossible to say how handsome he is, but he is the most outstanding among the crowd. His unique temperament is too extraordinary. There is an extraordinary aura just sitting there.
Princess Dali murmured: "This person has such a strong heart! The kind that is indestructible!"
Later, there were more poems and poems.
"The sword rides on the wind and drinks up the rivers and seas."
"Singing to the moon requires indulgence in drinking, and we are all friends when we exchange glasses for each other."
"With a pot of wine in the pavilion, I will face the hatred of Jianghu with a smile."
…
When it was the turn of Dahe Luohan, the three commander-in-chief of Khitan, he held it in for a long time and waved his sleeves: "If you don't come out, if you don't come out, I will pick a wealthy man to compete!"
He scanned the circle. The young man was afraid of being bullied by the big, and he was from Xixia and Tubo, and he was in the Qing Kingdom. He chose from left to right and finally set his sights on Dali. Everyone knew that Princess Dali had two "entourages". After thinking about Zhao Zhengli and Chen Xiaoyao, I finally decided to choose Chen Xiaoyao, who had a beard on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "Hong Kong, please give me your advice!"
Chen Xiaoyao and Zhao Zhengli looked at each other. The two clinked glasses and drank the wine in front of everyone. Chen Xiaoyao patted Zhao Zhengli on the shoulder and stood up. He stood up lazily and stretched out for another drink regardless of the occasion: "Melancholy. Friends, happy wine, let’s go one cup at a time.”
Dahe Luohan had already set up his posture to greet him, and Chen Xiaoyao, with an unshaven face and his hands in his sleeves, came to the opposite side of him as if he was strolling after drinking.
The strong man was about to take action when he was interrupted by Chen Xiaoyao's ruthless wave: "You are not good at poetry and poetry, so you invite me to join you in the discussion. Since I am good at poetry and poetry, I can refuse both emotionally and rationally, so this competition Did I lose money?"
No one understood what this unshaven Dali attendant was trying to do.
Dahe Arhat glanced at the young man, and the Khitan young man smiled: "Then what do you want?"
Unexpectedly, Chen Xiaoyao stretched out his fingers and said, "The appearance fee is fifty taels!"
"..."
Everyone is dumbfounded, is love a gambler?
Seeing the other party's hesitation, he added: "Of course I'll give it to you if you win! If you lose, I'll let you compete with me on your poems!"
Before Dahe Luohan could speak, the young man took the lead in making a decision: "Okay!"
He looked at Princess Dali with an intriguing smile on his lips.
Princess Dali responded rudely: "What are you looking at? You haven't seen a beautiful woman before? It's not like this princess is asking you for money!" Then she punched Chen Xiaoyao in support: "Followers, knock them down!"
"..."
Everyone was ashamed, this Dali princess was really weirdly tight.
Chen Xiaoyao's body trembled at the sound of "Follower".
Zhao Zhengli gave him a sympathetic smile.
Unexpectedly, the princess patted Zhao Zhengli on the shoulder: "You will come back later with the other two followers, and knock them all down for me, the princess!"
"..."
Zhao Zhengli smiled stiffly, while Chen Xiaoyao responded with the same sympathetic look.
