In front of the winding path, a group of young people, all dressed in scholar's attire, looked at Pei Yue with rather unkind eyes.

The leader's name is Xie Chengyun, who is currently Wailang, the director of the Ancestral Temple Department under the Ministry of Rites of the Southern Zhou Dynasty. His official rank is from the fifth rank, and he is responsible for the entertainment affairs of the Donglin Cultural Club. He first met Xu Churong, his expression was very respectful, even if he didn't mention that the other party's father was a member of the cabinet.

The chief assistant, Xu Ziping, who was the minister of the Ministry of Rites, could not tolerate any disrespect from him.

However, when he turned to look at Pei Yue, Xie Chengyun's expression turned grim and he asked indifferently: "Are you the Marquis of Zhongshan of Liang Kingdom?"

Pei Yue said calmly: "Yes."

Xie Chengyun hummed and said: "Your Excellency has great martial arts skills and is the official envoy of this mission. Logically speaking, our court should treat you with courtesy. But this is the Donglin Cultural Society, which seems to have nothing to do with you. I wonder why you are here?"

Pei Yue was not surprised by the attitude of these people. In fact, the high-level officials were only polite to him out of courtesy. It was difficult for most people in the Southern Zhou Dynasty to have a good impression of Liang people, especially young officials like Xie Chengyun.

He Shizi. The two countries are now trying to repair relations and at least build peace for a period of time. However, in the past few decades, dozens of wars, large and small, broke out between Liang and Zhou. This kind of hatred can only be eliminated by time.

Pei Yue was very familiar with that history, but he would not deliberately keep a low profile because of it. Faced with Xie Chengyun's aggressive momentum, he smiled calmly and said: "Are you scared?"

Xu Churong stood quietly next to her. After hearing these words, she couldn't help but curled her lips. She finally knew what she was worried about. The conflict in Qinyuan was not something that she would never forget. Perhaps what she really cared about was Pei.

The more seemingly gentle but indifferent attitude. Especially the aloofness and arrogance he showed from time to time, it was even more difficult for her to adapt. It was as if she was just a child who didn't understand anything in his eyes. This kind of sense was so abominable.

Xie Chengyun was stunned for a moment, anger surged onto his face, and he scolded in a cold voice: "Absurd! Why should I be afraid?"

Pei Yue said unhurriedly: "Donglin Literary Society has always advocated the concept of eclecticism, which means that the sea is open to all rivers, and it will never deliberately set the threshold for participation. No matter whether it is a scholar or a trafficker, as long as you are willing to observe this event

All major events in the literary world are accessible. Since you are an official of the Ministry of Rites, don’t you even understand this? As the saying goes, you can tell the autumn in a leaf, this literary society seems to be nothing more than a tool for literati to flatter each other."

Xie Chengyun's face turned red. The other party's words were so impeccable that he couldn't catch the loopholes at all, and in the end he turned against him.

Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to severely humiliate the Liang people. If Pei Yue publicized these words, wouldn't the Donglin Cultural Society become a joke in the eyes of the world?

Although the Literary Society is indeed a gathering among literati in essence, since the imperial court took over, it has been advocating that everyone can participate, and it is not limited to fame or literary talent. Therefore, some leftovers scattered among the people have been discovered.

Pei Yue's peaceful eyes became sharp.

At this moment, Xu Churong, who was standing nearby, said: "Master Xie, Marquis Pei is the distinguished guest I invited, and it has nothing to do with his status as a martial artist. You should have heard those two Lingzhou poems. I believe you can write them.

There are not many people who have written such lyrics. If he is not qualified to participate in literary conferences, who can?"...

These words seemed to praise Pei Yue, but they actually gave Xie Chengyun and others a step up. The latter said with gratitude and shame: "What Miss Xu taught me is that she forgot those two poems in the next moment, which almost caused a misunderstanding. Mr. Pei Hou

It’s a large amount, so please don’t blame me.”

Pei Yue responded noncommittally.

Xie Chengyun turned sideways and said: "You two, please."

He watched the young man and woman walk up the winding path surrounded by a group of personal guards, and whispered: "This man really has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."

A young subordinate next to him frowned and said, "Sir, why does the daughter of the Xu family want to speak for Liang Ren?"

Xie Chengyun suddenly turned his head and glared at him, and said coldly: "You are talking nonsense! Miss Xu is obviously trying to save me from the siege to prevent the Northern Barbarians from making excuses. If you can't even see this little detail, how will you gain a foothold in the court in the future!"

The man immediately hesitated and did not dare to speak.

At the same time, Xu Churong and Pei Yue were walking side by side among the trees. She glanced at Pei Yue from the corner of her eyes from time to time, trying to see some disappointment or angry negative emotions on his face. However, Pei Yue was just calm.

He was admiring the scenery in the forest, as if he had forgotten the little episode just now. Xu Churong couldn't help but deliberately laughed a few times when he saw him being so calm and calm.

Pei Yue walked forward without squinting and said calmly: "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Xu Churong said with deep meaning: "I'm fine, but someone must be feeling uncomfortable."

Pei Yue laughed and said, "The person you are talking about is probably not me, right?"

Xu Churong raised his head slightly and said, "Of course it's you."

Pei Yue turned to look at her. Because of the height difference, he could clearly see her fair and slender neck. Then he withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Not only am I not uncomfortable, but I feel very happy."

Xu Churong was stunned and said: "Why?"

Pei Yue smiled and said slowly: "Actually, what Xie Chengyun said is right. Since you are going to attend the Donglin Literary Society, you must have a few good poems and articles. Otherwise, it will be difficult to convince the audience. At most, you can only watch from a distance.

.I came here this time to see the literary splendor of your Zhou Dynasty. Wouldn’t it be a pity that I couldn’t see it with my own eyes?”

Xu Churong asked in confusion: "Even if I don't say it, can't you read those two poems again?"

Pei Yue shrugged and said, "Everyone knows that those two poems were written by my maid Taohua and have nothing to do with me."

Xu Churong said persistently: "But you told me before that you can also copy other poems and articles."

Pei Yue was silent for a moment and said leisurely: "I decided to take back the words I praised you before. Do you think those poems that astonished the world are kohlrabi in the market? I only remember a few of them, so I must take them out at the most critical moment.

How can you use it casually when you slap someone in the face? Xie Chengyun is just a small role as a gatekeeper, and he is not worthy of me copying poems and hitting people."

"You are really shameless!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

Xu Churong has never felt such a powerless feeling in the past sixteen years, because she found that she could not understand this man's logic at all. People in this era attach great importance to their names, and the four words of their names during and after death are enough to explain everything. But Pei Yue's from beginning to end

Odu showed a casual and casual attitude, as if he didn't care about the so-called reputation at all.

The two fell into an atmosphere of silence again.

Donglin was originally just a beautiful native jungle, but as people from all over the world continue to set foot on it, especially the continuous construction and renovation by the Southern Zhou Dynasty in the past hundred years, it has become a super-large garden with a complete system. The most valuable thing is that,

This place is not as limited in area as the gardens in the city. No matter how elegant it is, it will still feel trapped.

Walking through this long road in the forest, a large area of ​​red walls and white tiles nestled among the lush greenery appears before everyone's eyes.

The official of the Ministry of Rites of the Southern Zhou Dynasty who was in charge of welcoming them came to the two of them. After seeing the ceremony, he said: "Two distinguished guests, please follow me."

After a while, the two came to the door of a magnificent building. Pei Yue looked up and saw two large characters with iron paintings and silver hooks written on the plaque.

Mingtang.

This is the place where the Wenhui Banquet was held, and it was also the holy place in the hearts of countless scholars in the Southern Zhou Dynasty.


Chapter completed!