Invincible son

Chapter 773 772【Drunkenness】

Literati have always been the simplest and most complex group in the world.

They agreed that Pei Yue's words had some truth, and many people secretly had other thoughts.Regardless of whether he is an official or not, the education of a traditional literati is absolutely indispensable to the concept of compassion and compassion, which is why they will resonate with Pei Yue's words.

But from another point of view, Pei Yue stole the limelight at the first banquet of Donglin Literary Society today, which was obviously an unacceptable result for the literati of the Southern Zhou Dynasty.However, after seeing Pei Yue's knowledge and eloquence, these people naturally would not continue to tease each other, but besieged in another way openly.

Since it is a banquet, it is only reasonable to entertain guests from afar.

Pei Yue hardly had time to sit down, and there was a long line of people who toasted him in front of the table.

Fortunately, there are no strict rules for today's banquet, and the literati naturally have more or less frivolous intentions. This kind of scene will only be passed down as a good story. The wine cup came closer.

"Old man, it's only right for the younger generation to toast you." Pei Yue said with a smile.

Zhang Ji sighed in his heart, the other party's self-proclaimed title was changed from benhou to junior, which seemed to be an inconspicuous change of address, but his demeanor was still gentle and calm, which was enough to show that this person had an exquisite heart.In fact, after Shangguan Ding said those words, Zhang already understood Pei Yue's thoughts, but he insisted on toasting with the other party, not because he harbored treacherous thoughts in his heart, but because of those words.

The old man stared into Pei Yue's eyes, and said with emotion: "The people are the most important, the country is second, and the king is the least. This sentence is well said, and it should be clear. Zhongshan Hou, the old man is dying, or he may not be alive soon. , but hearing this sentence is enough to comfort one's life. It's just that things in this world are easier to know than to do, and it's even more difficult to persevere. Your Excellency has a high position and authority. If you can keep this sentence in your heart, it will be a blessing for the world."

Pei Yue was slightly taken aback, looked at the other party's solemn gaze, and said seriously: "Your junior, keep it in mind."

Zhang drank all the wine in the cup, sighed softly, and walked back to his seat with the support of his children at home.

Pei Yue didn't have time to sigh with emotion, and then there was a lot of noise from the Southern Zhou literati.

Between the cups and cups, Pei Yue glanced at the thin and old figure, with a vague sense of desolation.

At some point, Xu Churong left Pei Yue and came to Xu Xi's seat. Seeing his elder brother staring blankly at Pei Yue who was surrounded by a group of people fighting for wine, he moved closer and whispered, "Third brother, don't be That guy Pei Yue has been brought into the ditch."

Xu Xi drank a glass of mulled wine, and said leisurely: "Little sister, do you think father is a good official?"

Xu Churong said without thinking, "Of course!"

Xu Xi said with a wistful expression: "Yes, my father is a good official who can be famous in history, but how difficult has he been in these years? One day he doesn't think about fighting for power and profit, he has to mediate in the middle, but also carefully change the status quo bit by bit. Only in this way can he give Duke Zhen the greatest support and keep the defense line of the Tiancang River. In fact, you may not know that the people of this clan have great respect for his father. There are quite a few criticisms, because he did not use the power of the chief assistant to seek more benefits for the tribe."

The words made Xu Churong lower his head, and said softly: "Muxiu will be destroyed by the wind in the forest, daddy has good intentions."

After a moment of silence, Xu Xi shook his head and said, "It's just hard to get back."

Xu Churong was extremely intelligent, and said in surprise: "Third brother, don't think about it! If you let daddy know, you won't be spared."

Xu Xi said in a deep voice: "I didn't think about it because of Pei Yue's words, but I was thinking about a very simple question, even if Qinghe... married Beiliang far away, I would buy a few more years for your majesty and father , Can Da Zhou really change the status quo? Now, in this state of singing and singing every night and dreaming of life and death, how many people are willing to give up the money they have earned, give up the pleasures that are at their fingertips, and truly achieve what the people want? "

He turned his head to look at Xu Churong, and asked with a bitter smile: "Of course I know that Pei Yue is using scheming to spread those words through the mouths of today's literati. But if his words don't work, Will Beiliang give up on going south?"

Xu Churong replied with difficulty: "Anyway, third brother, you can't have the idea of ​​retreating. The Qinghe Xu family has already taken root here, how can you turn around so easily? Third brother, daddy has high hopes for you, and he told me personally, I hope you can inherit the position of Patriarch Xu in the future, and you must not get into a dead end."

Xu Xi was taken aback when he heard the words, and then lowered his head and said, "I know what father is thinking. Little sister, you don't have to worry too much. Although the third brother is a nerd, he is not an innocent child. I understand the responsibility on my shoulders, but every now and then think……"

He shook his head, unwilling to continue talking.

Xu Churong said softly: "Third Brother, if you really can't figure it out, you can find an opportunity to talk to Dad."

Xu Xi nodded, and then drank the remaining wine in the glass.

Xu Churong looked up at Pei Yue who was surrounded by the crowd, and couldn't help wrinkling the tip of his nose and humming softly.

The banquet lasted from noon to evening, but to the great disappointment of the Southern Zhou literati, although Pei Yue's face had already had a strong look of wine, but this person was always conscious, as if what he drank was not wine but water.Some people secretly sighed in their hearts, if what they used today was not the gentle Yuhuchun, but the domineering and fiery Pingjiang double steaming, I am afraid that this Beiliang Hou Ye would have been poured down long ago.

The Minister of Rites, Shangguan Ding, who was sitting on the main seat, looked calm, except that occasionally there was a look of worry in his eyes.

Although he eliminated most of the influence of Pei Yue's remarks in time, after these literati wake up, they may still think again and again, but these people have a special status and cannot use official means to subdue the suppression.At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder, did His Majesty and Lord Shoufu anticipate this scene?

I'm afraid no one would have imagined that a warrior could utter such inspiring words.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Ding disliked Pei Yue, a cunning Liang man even more, so he winked at the nearby subordinates.

Pei Yue didn't know how much he drank, anyway, he never refused anyone, his cheeks were already rosy, but his eyes were still clear.

"Pei Hou, Di Yun, the host and guest of the villa, please give me some noodles." A young official came to Pei Yue and said with a smile.

Pei Yue glanced at his full wine cup and said with a smile, "Please."

Di Yun was overjoyed, he raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, and after Pei Yue finished drinking, he said respectfully: "Since today is the first banquet of the literary society, there must be excellent works, and dozens of poems have just been published. .Pei Hou once wrote two poems with outstanding literary talents, and the officials like to recite them from time to time. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to get another one today?"

"Yes, Marquis Zhongshan, please do not decline."

"I often hear people say that Marquis Pei is deceiving the world and stealing his name. Today's Wenhui should rectify his name!"

"Hou Qianbei of Zhongshan is not drunk, and his drinking capacity is amazing. I admire it, but I don't know if I have the energy to write poetry again?"

……

Looking around at the Southern Zhou literati with different expressions, Pei Yue knew their thoughts like the palm of his hand.

They may admit that there is some truth in their words, but after all they don't want a Liang person to monopolize the scene at the literary conference. However, he has easily resolved the repeated difficulties, and in the end they can only find their place in these trivial details.

Or maybe, some people just want to prove that they are a generation of liars.

Pei Yue looked at Shangguan Ding sitting on the main seat, raised the wine cup to him, and said loudly: "Since you are so kind, I will make up a nonsense song to express my will."

"Please!" Everyone said in unison.

Pei Yue looked at the people in front of him one by one, and raised his head to drink the wine in the cup.

"In drunkenness, light up the lamp to look at the sword, and dream of blowing the corner of the company's camp. Eight hundred miles of subordinates are burned, fifty strings are turned outside the fortress, and soldiers are ordered in autumn."

As soon as Shangque came out, the huge Ming hall became quiet, Shangguan Ding frowned, Xu Xi and Xu Churong stood up slowly.

Pei Yue smiled and walked out.

His angry voice echoed in the hall.

"Ma Zuo's Lu Fei is fast, his bow is like a thunderbolt. But the king's affairs in the world have won the name before and after his life. What a pity it happened!"

Time passed quietly.

Pei Yue walked out of the Ming hall alone, looked up at the dim sky, Feng Yi who was waiting in the distance immediately came up with his own soldiers.

"Let's go, go back and rest, and wait for the old man to visit." Pei Yue said softly.

Feng Yi understood, stepped forward to support Pei Yue's arm, and the group walked towards the residence in the east.

The hall was still silent, and the literati looked at the gate with shocked expressions on their faces.

After a long time, Zhang's vicissitudes and slightly tired voice sounded: "Good word."

(End of this chapter)