Chapter 55

"Not only!"

"There are also Xie Ang and Xie Xizhi of the Chen Jun Xie Clan, Shen Caihui of the Wuxing Shen Clan..."

"None of them are mediocre!"

At this moment, a man's thick voice came from behind the two girls.

The Chen Jun Xie Clan and Wuxing Shen Clan he mentioned, as well as those not mentioned, are all famous families in Jiangnan.

Their elders are all high-ranking officials of the Southern Liang.

"Second Brother?"

Pei Suiwan listened to the familiar voice, looked back, looked at the person behind her, and asked: "Why did you come too?"

While smiling, she was also a bit surprised...

This own brother of hers, after entering the court as an official, has always been busy with official business, and it is hard to see him once a month.

This time he actually had leisure to come to participate in this poetry gathering?

It's really a bit strange...

"A rare literary event, naturally I have to come and see..."

Pei Xilou laughed lightly, shaking the folding fan in his hand, looking at the Southern Liang noble children in the distance, and replied.

Saying so, he was actually ordered to come...

But because it was a major matter, it was not convenient to tell his little sister the real intention.

"Second Brother Pei, long time no see!" Du Shuying smiled brightly and greeted Pei Xilou.

"Little Shuying is also an adult, growing up to be graceful!"

Pei Xilou nodded and praised.

After a pause, he continued: "Has Uncle Du promised you a family?"

"Not yet!"

Suddenly mentioned the marriage, Du Shuying smiled shyly, held Pei Suiwan's arm, and said: "I don't want to get married so early, I want to find a wishful husband!"

Her father, the head of the Du Clan, had already rejected one after another noble son, but none were chosen.

She, Du Shuying, couldn't look down on those playboys; if she didn't marry, she would marry a first-class hero in this world.

"The little girl is very picky!"

"There are so many noble sons in Chang'an, and none of them are pleasing to the eye!"

Before the words fell, another teasing voice came from behind.

"Third Brother!"

Du Shuying glared back, stomped her feet, pouted and said: "Why did you come too?"

"Isn't this to see if my little Shuying can pick a wishful husband at the poetry gathering?"

Hearing this, Du Jinghuai raised his hand and rubbed Du Shuying's head, laughing.

As he spoke, he exchanged a look with Pei Xilou by his side and nodded in greeting.

The two of them knew it well.

"Third Brother, you actually laughed at me!"

"Bad!"

Du Shuying clenched her fist, hammered it over, and acted coquettishly.

Although they were six years apart, the relationship between the brother and sister was excellent.

Pei Suiwan's eyes sank, looking at the two brothers who appeared, and then swept across other places, thinking to herself: "If it is said that my second brother came by accident, then Third Brother Du, and those others on the side?"

"Very wrong, I'm afraid there is something in this..."

Pei Xilou, Du Jinghuai, or the Hedong Liu Clan and Jingzhao Wei Clan on the side, these people have already entered the court as officials, and at this time they should be in the office handling official business.

But they all appeared here, Pei Suiwan didn't believe there was no trick in it...

I'm afraid it has something to do with the Southern Liang visitors!

On the other side.

Chen Yan took Yuwen Ze and Zhu Yi and stopped at a place with an excellent view.

While appreciating, he commented on these Chang'an noble flowers.

"Young Master, can we be a little more restrained?"

Zhu Yi looked at Chen Yan and reminded in a low voice: "You look exactly like a lecher..."

At this moment, Zhu Yi looked at his young master, the more he looked, the more he looked like a refined scum in clothes.

That look was spinning on people's big breasts.

Chen Yan didn't care, still doing his own thing, and said nonchalantly: "It's not lecherous, it's just that the flowers are in full bloom, and it would seem that I don't understand the style if I don't appreciate them!"

"I can't tell if it's elegant or vulgar, I only know the moon is round."

It was a picture of intoxication.

At that moment, Chen Yan inexplicably missed the time when he used to choose concubines and wash feet in the club...

The autumn wind knows my intention, gentle and affectionate, love rises and stops with the bell, and the intention is difficult to calm.

Those good times can never go back.

Zhu Yi looked at Chen Yan who didn't speak human words, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said: "It's broad daylight now, where is the moon?"

"Go to your mother!"

"Whatever I say is what it is!"

Chen Yan, who was dismantled, was a bit angry and corrupted, kicked, and cursed.

Really a guy who doesn't understand the style, destroying the atmosphere.

"Yes, what the Young Master says is all right!" Zhu Yi could stretch and bend, and said decisively.

"That's about it..."

Chen Yan nodded with satisfaction, looked around, and asked in confusion: "Where is the person looking for trouble?"

"Why haven't they come yet?"

Chen Yan was already rubbing his hands, hoping to find some fun to pass the time.

As a result, he waited and waited, and after watching the beauties for three rounds, the person who was bought to write poems and output to his face still hadn't appeared.

"Chen Cijiu didn't come either..."

Zhu Yi also swept around, didn't find the Chen family's figure, and guessed: "Wouldn't they be scared out of their wits?"

Chen Yan didn't speak, but couldn't help nodding.

There is indeed such a possibility; after beating Chen Gubai and blackmailing the Duke of Wei's residence, it is not excluded that they are temporarily afraid of throwing the rat-avoiding device.

"A Xiong, look over there!"

Yuwen Ze suddenly noticed the people coming from afar, pulled Chen Yan's sleeve, and pointed his finger.

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

Chen Yan was confused, looked in the direction he pointed, and after seeing the gradually clear face, he was quite surprised and asked in confusion: "Grand Marshal?"

"Why did he come too?"

The person who came was the Grand Marshal Yuwen Heng.

On his left hand side was a middle-aged man in Southern Kingdom attire.

Yuwen Ze continued to introduce: "And the Grand Minister of the Spring Office, Old Pillar State Yu..."

"And a group of subordinate officials of the Junior Minister!"

Between the lines, it was full of reverence.

The Grand Minister mentioned by Yuwen Ze, Old Pillar State Yu, was the Duke of Zheng, Grand Tutor, Yu Jie, one of the Eight Pillar States.

The iron-clad ally of Founding Emperor Yuwen Xin and the Grand Chancellor.

And the Spring Office is the institution of the Great Zhou that manages cultural etiquette, sacrificial music, and dance.

"Can this mere entertainment-oriented poetry gathering be valued to such an extent?"

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes and muttered in his heart: "Unless it is..."

So many big figures came, so it can only mean that the identity of the Southern Liang visitors is definitely not low.

In this kind of battle, Chen Yan guessed that it is very likely that someone is going to smash the field...

Yuwen Heng boarded the high platform, and the people below became quiet instantly.

He cleared his throat and said loudly: "My Great Zhou's talented men and women, let me introduce you..."

"This is the delegation from the Liang Kingdom!"

"Hearing that my Chang'an has a poetry gathering, they came specifically to make friends through literature and ask for advice and exchange!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to signal the group of people by his side.

Between the lines, it was full of hints.

"Grand Marshal is polite!"

Wang Can, dressed in a brown robe, cupped his hands and laughed.

Immediately, his gaze lowered, scanning the Chang'an crowd below sharply, and continued: "I have long heard that the Zhou Kingdom is full of talents and capable people, and I hope you will not hesitate to give advice!"

Wang Can, Langya Wang Clan, forty-seven years old, served as Left Vice Minister of the Secretariat, Left Guanglu Grand Master, Crown Prince Grand Tutor.

"Tsk!"

Chen Yan smacked his lips and played with the idea: "The smell of gunpowder between the lines can't be hidden..."

"Can't wait to give a warning!"

Wang Can's wording, seemingly praising, is actually full of contempt.

After all, people in the south have orthodox literary inheritance, and arrogance from their bones.

"A Xiong, who do you think will win this poetry battle?" Yuwen Ze also sensed the clues and asked.

"Don't know."

Chen Yan shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I don't know much about these people in Jiangnan..."

"Anyway, we are here to appreciate beauties!"

It's not just that he doesn't know much about Jiangnan, Chen Yan also doesn't know much about the level of these people in Chang'an.

But it shouldn't be that bad, at least they can fight back and forth, right...

"Brother Wang, everyone has come from afar, so please let you set the topic first!" Yuwen Heng flicked his sleeves, looked at Wang Can, and said.

"Good."

Wang Can didn't decline or be polite, and said loudly: "Zhixu!"

Wang Zhixu responded and said: "Coinciding with spring, let's take 'Spring Day' as the topic!"