Invincible son

The provocative young man was about 28 or [-] years old, dressed in brocade clothes, with a half-smile on his face.

Xu Xi didn't seem to want to see the scene where Pei Yue fell into conflict as soon as he came, so he stood between the two of them with a smile and smoothed things over: "Pei Hou, this is Liang Dao, Jia Heng, who is very good at calligraphy and painting, and has a straightforward and informal personality. Liang Brother Dao, although I know you have no malicious intentions, what you said just now is unavoidably biased. Everyone knows that Marquis Pei once wrote two poems of Lingzhou, and these two poems alone can be regarded as the top seats in today's literary conference."

Jia Heng is not tall, so he slightly looked up at Pei Yue, who is now over 1.8 meters tall, and said slightly sarcastically: "Of course I know those two Lingzhou Ci poems, but I have also heard of them. The Marquis of Zhongshan never dared to I admit that it was my own doing, and I used the name of the servant girl in the mansion again and again in the past. It seems that I am a villain with the heart of a gentleman, Zhongshan Hou regards the false name as dirt, and it is far beyond the comparison of me and other vulgar people."

The interior of the Mingtang is uniquely designed, similar to the architectural pattern that Pei Yue has seen in the Huanqiu Altar on the outskirts of Xingliang Mansion. It can amplify people's voices. In addition, Jia Heng's voice is not soft, so these vicious words spread to everyone. In the ears of some people, a lot of scrutiny focused on Pei Yue.

The meaning of Jia Heng's words is simple, one is to express that Pei Yue is deceiving the world and stealing his name, the hall is basically full of well-known literati, and the most contemptuous ones are those who plagiarize and embezzle.The second is to further slander Pei Yue's character. If he just plagiarized other people's poems, for the sake of his Northern Liang envoy, the literati in the hall might laugh it off.But Pei Yue used that kind of plausible excuse to dress up as a refined scholar like a wild crane, which became more and more unbearable.

Not to mention that Pei Yue, as the younger generation of Beiliang Wuxun and Guangping Hou Guliang who regarded him as his nephew, beat all the disciples of the Great Zhou generals to death outside the Sifang Hall. Have a good face.

It's just that if Jia Heng hadn't provoked this head, the hostility to Pei Yue in Mingtang would not have appeared so quickly.

Pei Yue looked at Jia Heng condescendingly, and said calmly: "It turns out that he was born in the Jia family of Pingling, Jia Liangdao, who is both excellent in calligraphy and painting."

Jia Heng snorted softly and said, "I'm here, what advice does Marquis Zhongshan have?"

Pei Yue said: "I can't talk about advice, but Ben Hou suddenly remembered that he had heard an allusion, which happened to be related to your Excellency."

Xu Xi was taken aback for a moment, and Jia Heng also asked a little unnaturally: "What allusion?"

Pei Yue looked around and saw many people involuntarily showing curious expressions, so he smiled slightly and said: "Brother Jia is famous now, and he has repeatedly said that he does not want to be an official. No, implicating hundreds of students in the same field and missing fame, I wonder if you have felt a little bit guilty these years?"

"Nonsense!" Jia Heng's face turned red suddenly, and he argued loudly, "That's because someone framed me. If you don't know the details, how can you talk nonsense?"

Pei Yue said "Oh", and said in a serious manner: "So that's the case, so the court of your country has wronged Jia Caizi? Don't worry, although this Marquis is from Liang, he has always had the heart to fight against injustice, and it will be settled in a few days." I will ask to see Your Majesty, and try my best to wash away your grievances."

Jia Heng was at a loss for words, and his eyes were full of anger, mixed with a bit of fear.

If it was the past, he would definitely treat that old matter with caution, but Pei Yue's counterattack made him lose his mind for a while, and then fell into the opponent's language trap.Now he can't argue at all, if he insisted that he was framed by others, it would undoubtedly be accusing the court of injustice in front of the people of Liang, but if he admitted that what the other party said was true, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of himself?

When he was in a dilemma, Xu Churong said: "Pei Hou, there is the seat I prepared in advance, would you like to take it?"

Pei Yue turned his head to look at the girl, and told the girl straightforwardly, this time, for your sake, let him go first.

Xu Churong could only bow his head and whisper, "Thank you."

The two then walked towards the east seat in the hall.

Xu Xi raised his hand and patted Jia Heng's shoulder with sighs in his eyes, and said softly, "Take a seat first."

He was not surprised by Pei Yue's sharp words, because he had heard from Xu Ziping and Xu Churong long ago that this Liang human nobleman not only has outstanding military achievements, but also has excellent eloquence. I was speechless.What he was really worried about was Pei Yue's understanding of Da Zhou's internal affairs. It was a terrifying thing that he could instantly recall all Jia Heng's secrets just by one name.

In other words, Pei Yue has already reached the point where he knows all the forces in the Great Zhou Dynasty like the palm of his hand.

Furthermore, he even knew that the Qinghe Xu family was close to the Pingling Jia family, so he put on a show to give Xu Churong some face.One must know that the Pingling Jia family is not a Nandu family, but a wealthy family born and raised in the south. It is difficult for ordinary people to know the real relationship between these two families.

Xu Xi figured this out, and became more and more curious about the reason why Pei Yue came to participate in the literary meeting. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel hesitant. Seeing the other party's calm posture, is it necessary to forcibly provoke this person's anger?

It's just that the trend of the situation in Mingtang is obviously out of his control, and it is still possible to replace it with his father Xu Huiyan.

When he came in just now, Pei Yue had already discovered that the layout of Mingtang was very similar to Qingyun Pavilion, and here is also a typical meal sharing system, where each person can enjoy a few meals freely.His position is in the front half of the east, with several elderly scholars on the right, and Xu Churong on the left.

According to the process of the literary society over the years, today's first banquet is an occasion for literati to get acquainted with each other, and it is not formal and solemn.Logically speaking, the atmosphere in the Ming Hall should be relaxed and peaceful, and it will become more lively and noisy after the banquet begins.

However, because of Pei Yue's presence, the atmosphere remained stagnant, and even those wild talents could clearly perceive it.

Suddenly someone said: "Dare to ask Marquis Pei, now that Zhou and Liang have become friendly neighbors, and we are happy to marry the princess of your country to the prince of your country. The grievances and grievances of the past should be put aside. Should your country return the three cities of Jiangling to our dynasty? ?”

As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell silent.

Pei Yue followed the prestige, and saw an old man with white beard and hair diagonally opposite, holding a wine cup in his right hand, looking at him indifferently.

Xu Churong said softly: "He is Mr. Zhang Ji, a great Confucian in my dynasty. His name is De Rong, and his name is Li Chuan Jushi."

Pei Yue turned his head and smiled at her. This smile was gentle and calm, which made Xu Churong puzzled. At the same time, there was a strange emotion in his heart. He couldn't figure out why he suddenly reminded him. Could it be that he couldn't let him ask?

Zhang Ji's question immediately made the atmosphere in the hall tense. Everyone knew that the three cities of Jiangling had long been in Beiliang's pocket.

So they dared to question Pei Yue's literary talents, but they would not directly raise the issue to the territorial dispute between the two countries. No one thought that the aging Zhang Ji was so courageous.

Pei Yue's face was calm, and he said slowly: "Mr. De Rong's words are wrong. What do the three cities of Jiangling have to do with your country?"

Although he knew that the other party would not retreat in such a situation, Zhang Ji did not expect Pei Yue to be so tough. The knowledgeable old man said angrily: "That is the land of our court!"

Facing the scrutinizing and hostile eyes from all directions, Pei Yue raised his wine cup to signal to Zhang Ji, and smiled slightly: "It's not anymore."