C3 Qin Huaihe Hundred Flowers Society(1)

Dongfang Zhongyue sneered and said: "How many officials can they use to suppress others?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The military officer blocking the door rebuked, "My general is the prefectural army's forward commander, the eldest son of Princess Huaiqing, Lord Wang Zhenliang Wang."

Dongfang Zhongyue couldn't help but glance at the young officer, he thought that it was no wonder that he looked somewhat familiar, and said in a moderated tone: "So what? My master told me to not meet anyone! Please go back! "

"How dare you!" The officer reached for his knife.

Dongfang Zhongyue simply opened the door and pointed to the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. "You just updated Martial Arts Ranking yesterday, why don't you see who's ranked number one? You still dare to brandish your blade and use your spear here? "

Everyone in the capital knew that Baili Qingcang, the owner of the Divine Arcade Workshop, was immediately ranked number one on the Smoke Rankings Ranking. When the officer heard this, he could not help but hesitate for a moment. Wang Zhenliang blocked his wrist and said with a smile, "All otherworldly experts have a weird temper, Mr. Baili is indeed not an ordinary person. "Alright, please tell Mr. Baili that I'll come again in a few days."

Dongfang Zhongyu didn't expect that he, the grandson of the former emperor Hong Wu, would be so bold. He just couldn't guess the purpose of his visit at the moment. He watched Wang Zhenliang and the others walk down the stairs before closing the door.

After breakfast, Dongfang Zhongyue began to write on the first floor. He had just written the first sentence of "The Heroic Heroic Herald": Zhao Xianmai, Wu Gou Shuang-ming, Yin Sai Zhao Zhuang Bai Ma … The door was knocked again, so Dongfang Zhongyue had no choice but to put down his pen and go to the door.

The old man and the young man stood outside the door. The old man in purple satin robes was in his fifties, had a long beard, and was smiling; the young man was in his twenties, wearing a short black robe.

"Ai …" You can't talk, you have no rules. " Gu Sheng slightly scolded, turned to Dongfang Zhongyue and said: "This old man wishes to meet Mr. Baili and have a talk with him. May I?"

Gu Sheng reprimanded him after he was done with his follower's words. Dongfang Zhongyu knew that he did it on purpose, so he didn't look too pleased. He replied coldly: "I'm sorry, but my master has never seen anyone else. Please go back, Master Gu." After he finished, he ignored the embarrassment and anger on Gu Sheng's face and went back to writing after closing the door.

"After the song 'Heroic Knife' was finished, the door was knocked once again." "Who is it?" Dongfang Zhongyu was a bit angry. He thought that even if the servants could not hear him, he himself would come to the door and snappily said: "My master Baili Qingcang is not expecting guests …!"

Someone said from outside the door: "I'm not looking for Baili Qingcang, I'm looking for Young Master Yu from the East!" The more he thought about it, the more surprised he felt. He then asked, "May I ask who you are, and what business do you have with Dongfang Zhongyue?"

"Haha …" The person on the other side of the door let out a hollow laugh and replied, "I just want to pay my respects and see what kind of person Dongfang Ren is to push me to the fifth place right after appearing in the capital."

"What fifth and sixth place?" Hearing this, Dongfang Zhongyu was puzzled, he opened the door and saw two young men standing outside, both wearing long robes for scholars, wearing square scarves on their heads. The person wearing a bamboo green robe in front was around twenty years old. He had a jade-like face, starry eyes, and was in high spirits. He was refined and free.

He looked at the young man who was also looking at him, and the scholarly young man suddenly cried out in surprise, "You …" You can't be that Young Master Dongfang, right? "

Dongfang Zexue saw him point at the Smoke Rankings and suddenly said, "Heh … So you are the one known as Young Master Golden Goat, Wang Zhenqing Wang gongzi! No wonder they said it's the fifth and sixth place. "

"I'm the one who made Young Master Dongfang laugh. He's my cousin, Li Zhuangxian." Wang Zhenqing pointed to a slightly fat youth with a thick mouth wearing a blue shirt behind him. He then knitted his brows and stared at the middle-aged man standing in the front, left and right.

Dongfang Zhongyue greeted Li Zhuangxian, and seeing that Wang Zhenqing, who played together with him, was seriously looking at him, he was afraid that he would see anything, so he secretly puffed up his cheeks and accented Huai Nan, "Young Master Wang, what do you mean by this … Do you know me? "

"Oh, no …" Wang Zhenqing revealed a face of disappointment, "So Young Master Dongfang is from Huai Nan. I thought you were my playmate when I was young …" Even so, her eyes were still fixed on him.

A warm feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of Dongfang Zhongyu's heart, but ever since he was a child, he had suffered a terrible change. After six years of hibernation, he had always been very cautious, letting his mind and patience far surpass his peers. If I remember correctly, Young Master Wang's mother should be Princess Huaiqing, right? I am just a mountain villager, how can I have the fortune to become the playmate of my royal grandson? "

Wang Zhenqing waved his hand and shook his head. "Brother Dongfang, don't say that. The people of the capital know that I am good at making friends. Even butchers and butchers have my friends. To be honest, I am not convinced that you can squeeze out of my position, but seeing you today … Eh? "Young Master Dongfang is writing!" He saw the big words on the table and walked straight over. Dongfang Zhongyu had no choice but to let Li Zhuangxian in.

"Mm …" Elegant calligraphy, vigorous and vigorous, graceful calligraphy, solemn calligraphy... Good writing! "Good calligraphy!" Wang Zhenqing clapped his hands and praised. Although Li Zhuangxian wasn't as talented as him, he was born with some knowledge and knowledge, so he naturally agreed.

Dongfang Zhongyu was happy but he didn't say anything, and just as he was about to put it away, he was stopped by Wang Zhenqing, "Brother Dongfang, I am impressed. May I ask who is Brother Dongfang's teacher? "

"I've never taken a master either. I've learnt some from my father …" Dongfang Zhongyu regretted as soon as he said it. He quickly said, "A country bumpkin with an elegant demeanor, you are too kind and embarrassing." As he spoke, he rolled up the paper.

"That's not right!" Wang Zhenqing said solemnly, "Brother Dongfang's words have a lot of merit! There's no way someone without a master wouldn't dare to ask about your esteemed father's name. "

Dongfang Zhongzhong cursed and thought that Wang Zhenqing must have had a photographic memory since he was young, because he must have noticed something. He said lightly: "Forget about my father's early death, I read a few books under Song Gongjing's tutelage. "These words of mine are like a parrot's tongue; how can it compare to when Young Master Wang can read at three years of age, write a thousand characters at four years of age, read Tang and Song poems at five years of age, and study six or seven of the five scriptures at eight years of age?

Song Bei was a great poet of his time, the head of his generation, and even Emperor Taizu admired him. His students were everywhere in the imperial court.

"Oh, so it really is related to someone else." Wang Zhenqing asked in surprise, "Brother Dongfang, how do you know me so well?" Dongfang Zhongyu successfully changed the topic and felt relieved, he smiled and said: "Shen Ji Workshop knows everything." "Oh, I forgot about that part …" Wang Zhenqing was very interested, so he started to chat with him.

Six years ago, ten clans of the Dongfang family were all killed, and from then on, Zhong Zhong was left alone. Today, they met a good friend from their childhood, and although they couldn't recognize each other, they were still happy. Li Zhuangxian was a bit impatient, but he didn't disturb them when he saw the two speculating. He only reminded Wang Zhenqing that they should leave at noon.

Wang Zhenqing had no choice but to reluctantly take his leave. Just as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "Brother Dongfang's arrival is quite a coincidence. How about we go have a look today?"

After all, Zhong Yue was young and curious, so he asked: "I wonder what kind of excitement it would be?"

"Qin Huai He's Hundred Flowers Guild, hehe … A few hundred beauties are competing for the championship, we can't afford to miss this! " Without waiting for his reply, Wang Zhenqing said, "Just you wait. I'll come pick you up when I request it. It's a deal!" Then, he got on the horse with Li Zhuangxian.

Dongfang Zhongyu had come back this time to take revenge. He had originally wanted to borrow the strength of these childhood playmates, he was afraid that he wouldn't have the opportunity to get close. How could he avoid this? After the Shenjin Wang Zhenqing came to find, and Baili Qingcang said that they go together.

Qin Huai He was not far from the Fu Zi Temple. Zhong Yu from the east, Wang Zhenliang, and Li Zhuangxian rode their horses and arrived shortly.

Ten li Qin Huai rippling blue waves, the mist above the water surface, the willows on both sides of the willows, green green water, smoke curling, the sun shining, a good poetic feeling.

The sunset that day was especially bright red. The sunlight shined upon the surface of the water, creating a red flush. The wind blew against it, but it reflected countless golden lights, as if the river was flowing.

The people on the shore were like a crowd of weavers. All of them were wearing colorful clothes, and everywhere they were, they were talking and laughing. As it was still early, there were no pleasure boats in the water. There were only two or three boats swimming in the water.

Wang Zhenqing thought for a while before deciding on a seat by the window in Wang Shuixuan. There were a total of nine pavilions along the southern bank of the Qin Huai River. The Gazing-Water Pavilion was the closest one to the river surface. Everyone knew that it was convenient to view and many people would come to reserve so naturally, there would not be a seat for them.

Dongfang Zhongyu and co. went up to the third floor. Li Zhuangxian couldn't help but exclaim, "Why did someone take our seats?" When Wang Zhenqing saw that there were indeed two people sitting in the middle seat, close to the window, he immediately called the waiter over to question them.

The assistant explained, "Didn't you say that you weren't here? Then, the two of you should sit down first. Don't be in such a hurry to get out of here." The shop assistant did not dare to delay any further and immediately went to negotiate with them.

Wang Zhenliang didn't take the matter to heart at all. It wasn't until the shop assistant negotiated with the two of them for a long time that they realized that something was amiss. Li Zhuangxian was the first to walk over, followed by Wang Zhenliang and Dongfang Zhongyue.

After a few steps, Li Zhuangxian asked: "Dude, what's going on?" The shop assistant's face was filled with helplessness, "I am truly sorry, sir. These two masters are unwilling …" How about you guys change locations? "

"No way!" Scholar Wang Zhenqing immediately became angry, "I already reserved a seat yesterday and I've already paid the deposit. Are you still going to keep your promise?" He was speaking to the shop assistant, but his gaze was fixated on the two people in the seats.

Both of them were around nineteen or twenty years old. The young man at the east side had slanted brows, a handsome face, and at the west side was a fat man with a round face and round, round eyes. The two of them glanced at the three of them from the east. They looked at each other and smiled.

The doorman walked up to Wang Zhenliang and said in a low voice: "Uncle, that fatty Wang Tianwei is the younger brother of the Heavenly Policy Commander. That Master Yang is also very influential, they have already crossed each other's path. You three scholars better not provoke him …"

"Nonsense!" Li Zhuangxian was angered when he heard that. "Who is the first to arrive? Why are you letting someone sit in our reserved seat?"

Without waiting for the shop assistant to reply, Wang Tianwei chuckled and said, "You're right, everything has to be said first come first serve. We came first so we had to sit first!"

"Preposterous!" Wang Zhenliang's face turned cold, "I chose this seat first. Please give it to me."

"Hur hur, don't be angry." The youth surnamed Yang said, "We didn't say that we wouldn't allow it. However, we haven't finished our wine yet, so when we're done, let's go immediately. "How about it?"

"This is bad!" Wang Zhenliang said in a deep voice, "I don't care what kind of official your brother is, don't try to be shameless with me, or else I'll call Censor immediately!"

"What did you say?" Wang Tianwei flew into a rage and stood up to grab him by the chest. He viciously said, "You dare to use the censor to scare me?! I'll beat you until you're sore!" As he spoke, he began to rotate his fist.