"Prince Yang Zhao is going to hold a poetry meeting in Luoyang City today, and invites the heroes of Luoyang to go to Tengwang Tower to enjoy it together. The name of Brothers' Opera has somehow spread to the ears of Prince Yang Zhao, and I have been specially ordered to send an invitation.

Brothers are attending a banquet." Li Jiancheng took out an invitation from his arms and handed it to Zhu Liming:

"I drank too much for my brother last night, so I hurriedly delivered it this morning."

There will be a poetry meeting this morning, no wonder Li Jiancheng got up early to deliver it.

It's just that the timing seems a little wrong at this time.

Li Jiancheng is such a good person, how could he not detect anything abnormal about Zhu Liming?

"Prince Yang Zhao's poetry meeting?" Zhu Mingxiao frowned and took the post, the magic power in his body slowly rolling: "Within ten steps, I will never be Li Jiancheng's opponent, unless I summon the death monarch in the Hidden Fetus Realm to possess me.

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It's just that the power of the Death Lord is too strong. Once I exert it, my physical body will most likely collapse, and then the life and death of human flesh and bones will become even more troublesome.

"Brother, I have prepared the carriage, why don't we go together?" Li Jiancheng looked at Zhu Limingxiao.

"Okay, I'll tell Zhu Dan a few words, and then I'll be here." After saying that, Zhu Liming put the invitation into his sleeve, turned and walked into the study, and saw Zhu Dan preparing breakfast: "I'll go to the banquet down the mountain, you yourself

Eat something. I will bring you some food in the evening."

As he spoke, he stamped his steps, and a whirlwind swirled around his thighs, sweeping away all traces on his body.

After a few more words of warning, he followed Li Jiancheng down the mountain.

At this time, Dugu Que and other powerful disciples, as well as a dozen disciples from poor families, were already waiting at the foot of the mountain.

Li Jiancheng greeted all the disciples from poor families with a smile, and then boarded the carriage with all the powerful disciples. Regardless of whether he was a disciple from a poor family or a noble disciple, everything was done impeccably.

The carriage was rolling, and Zhu Liming, Li Jiancheng, and Duguque were sitting in the carriage.

"I heard that Yang Xuangan will also go to this banquet." Dugu Que suddenly said.

"Last time Yang Zhao was screwed up. Although it was Chai Shao who caused the trouble, Yang Xuangan was secretly instigating it." Li Jiancheng narrowed his eyes:

"Although Prince Yang Zhao has a gentle temperament, he is a descendant of the Tian family after all. How can he let it go?"

"This time I must regain my place in Prince Teng's Pavilion and overwhelm Yang Xuangan in front of the world's scholars. This will let the dignitaries in Luoyang know who belongs to the Sui Dynasty." Dugu Que said with a smile:

"Although Yang Su has a great reputation, after all, his reputation is not justified. Today's people are just focusing their energy on slaying dragons, otherwise they would not give Tianshi Dao a chance to make a comeback."

The Dugu family was naturally on the same side as the Emperor.

During the Sui Dynasty, there were five surnames, seven sects, and four great clans.

There is me among you, you among me, and it is difficult to divide the power cleanly. As the Holy Emperor, Yang Guang naturally has many powerful families around him to take refuge.

Not only the Dugu family, but also the Yuwen clan and the Li clan were die-hard loyalists of Yang Guang.

However, die-hard loyalists are die-hard loyalists, and the various sects also have friendships with Yang Su, and there are no boundaries. The emperor takes turns, and everyone bets on their own. Even if they are from the same family, they have their own camps.

"I've always been anonymous. I don't know what the prince asked me to do." Zhu Limingxiao was puzzled.

"I heard that Queen Xiao's birthday is coming soon. I heard that Yang Chen, Yang Tong and other princes are all trying to celebrate her birthday. Although Yang Zhao is the prince, his position is not stable. There are many princes behind him. The forces are adding fuel to the flames, and before the situation is determined, Yang Zhao is very likely to be replaced as the crown prince." Li Jiancheng said:

"Empress Xiao in the palace likes Huangmei Opera the most. Unfortunately, Huangmei Opera toured the country some time ago and left Luoyang City."

"So that's it." Zhu Liming thought thoughtfully.

While they were talking, a group of people came to Prince Teng's Pavilion. At this time, Prince Teng's Pavilion had been cleared, and the people coming and going were all young talents, either academicians or promising young officials in the court.

Zhu Liming and everyone got off the carriage, and dozens of people came to Prince Teng's Tower, and then looked for acquaintances to talk to.

Tengwang Pavilion has four floors, but it is highly hierarchical.

On the fourth floor sat officials from the central government and direct descendants of the princelings.

The third floor is for the princes and nobles, the direct descendants of the nobles.

On the second floor are the children of the powerful and powerful. There are also the descendants of the noble and powerful. The powerful refers to the children of ordinary people, but they control important departments in the court. The children of the powerful and powerful in the court.

The first floor is for people from poor families.

The hierarchy is strict and the levels are clear.

Li Jiancheng, Duguque and Zhu Liming said goodbye, and then went upstairs respectively, leaving Zhu Liming standing in the lobby.

At this time, there was a banquet in the lobby, densely packed with people. People were drinking and having fun together, or reciting poems and composing poems.

Zhu Mingxiao, dressed in cloth, swept across the hierarchical pavilions in the hall, and suddenly felt a sense of displeasure in his heart.

As a descendant, he dislikes this kind of hierarchy that divides people into three, six or nine levels, which makes people feel very depressed.

But since you have come, it would be inappropriate to leave early.

Zhu Liming found a seat. He knew some of the children from poor families in the venue, but Zhu Liming had offended all the noble children, and no one dared to come forward to talk and make friends.

It has to be said that the food and wine in Tengwang Pavilion were extraordinary. Zhu Liming found a seat in a corner, stretched out his chopsticks and ate.

After a busy night last night, he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.

Today he had made up his mind not to show off at this gathering at Prince Teng's Pavilion.

At this time, there was a burst of singing outside the door, and all the powerful disciples in bright clothes and angry horses came from the door with their heads raised and their chests held high.

There was no noise in the pavilion, just whispers, which seemed particularly annoying.

Not long after, Yang Xuangan, expressionless, walked out of the door and strode toward the fourth floor.

Then no more powerful children came here.

Zhu Mingxiao took a closer look at the poor disciples in the hall. Except for the ten people from Bailu Academy, the remaining eighty people all had official status.

"The prince has arrived!"

A thin but powerful voice sounded, and then a fat young man was seen walking from the door with long strides.

Countless imperial troops rushed into the hall, then quickly guarded various points, stood behind the pillars in the hall, and disappeared into the shadow of the restaurant.

Magic power flowed in Zhu Liming's eyes. He looked at Yang Zhao, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils: "It's a bit interesting."

Yang Zhao’s martial arts cultivation level is not high!

He has not even reached the state of seeing God, no wonder the prince's position is unstable.

Nowadays, the Sui Dynasty established a country by force, and martial arts was the foundation. Prince Yang Zhao's force was simply unable to suppress the heroes of the world, and the scene was too ugly.

"Meet the prince!"

Everyone on the first floor stood up one after another, then bowed with both hands.

As for kneeling down and worshiping?

I’ve read too many scripts.

Figures of people walked out one after another from the second, third, and fourth floors, and then they all clasped their fists and saluted: "I have met His Highness."

"Excuse me, please."

Yang Zhao's voice was loud, and his eyes swept across the lobby. He did not go to the fourth floor, but went directly to the lobby on the first floor and sat on the main seat.

He actually drank with the poor people on the first floor!

Zhu Limingxiao's eyelids twitched when he saw this scene: Just for show?

After everyone sat down, they saw Yang Zhao slowly saying: "I have called you all here today just to eat, drink and have fun. The lonely king has been a little lonely in the palace the past few days, so I invite you to come here to get together."

"Everyone, enjoy your drink." The prince simply said: "Later, everyone will compose a poem. There is a jade lion shining at night outside my gate. It was obtained from the Turkic royal family and is worth thousands of gold. Who can win the first place?

, I will give him the jade lion that illuminates the night."

Having said this, he raised his head and looked at the fourth floor: "Yang Xuangan, you are also the son of a minister. You should contribute to the cultivation of young talents in the Sui Dynasty. Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"How does the prince want to gamble?" Yang Xuangan stood on the fourth floor, looking down at Yang Zhao.

"I heard that there is an orphan copy in the Shangshu Mansion: "Luo Shen Fu". Do you dare to take it out for a bet?" Yang Zhao said with a smile.

Wow~

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar in the venue.

Luo Shenfu?

It is said that it was a masterpiece by Cao Zijian during the Three Kingdoms period, and it was worth thousands of gold, no less than the Zhaoye Jade Lion. No, to be precise, it was more expensive than the Zhaoye Jade Lion, but the Zhaoye Jade Lion could reproduce and breed more offspring.

The jade lion shining at night is equivalent to smoothing out this gap.

"You and I each choose one person in this hall, and then ask him to compose a poem. If the one loses, how about giving away this treasure and giving it to the scholar as well?" Yang Zhao raised his head and looked at Yang Xuangan.

He had already investigated that the Luo Shen Fu was the beloved object of Shangshu Gong Yang Su. It was said that the Luo Shen Fu was related to a good fortune.

This thing was secretly kept by Shangshu Gong Yang Su and was never shown to anyone on weekdays.

Today, all the young talents in Luoyang are gathered here. If Yang Xuangan does not agree, I am afraid that his momentum will be weakened in the future.

"Is this such a bet on fighting skills?" Yang Xuangan shook his head: "That's inappropriate. How about asking the scholars below to choose our camp and then have a poetry competition? The top three from each camp will compete, and the best one will win.

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Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed: "That's fine."

"I dare to ask the prince, what is the title?" Dugu Que from the third floor asked.

The Zhaoye Jade Lion contains the blood of the demon clan and is the mount that all battlefield generals dream of, compared to Lu Bu's Red Rabbit in the Three Kingdoms and Li Shimin's Lu.

The Luo Shen Fu is a famous piece through the ages. It is said to contain the good fortune of Luo Shui, but I don't know whether it is true or not.

When they heard that Yang Zhao actually rewarded him with a jade lion that illuminates the night, everyone flashed their eyes.

This is the gambling battle between princes and powerful people!

Spend a lot of money.

"Let's use the wind and snow as a test." Yang Zhao looked at the gray weather outside the restaurant with a smile in his eyes.

"The wind and snow are a bit too boring, how about adding a chrysanthemum?" Yang Xuangan asked.

He remembered that one of his followers wrote a poem about chrysanthemums. He was quite amazed after reading it. It was the best poem about chrysanthemums that he had ever seen.
Chapter completed!