Invincible son

Chapter 809 808 [The point of the sword]

"All the gentlemen are flat."

Emperor Qingyuan said with a smile on his face, and then the high-pitched and clear voice of the chief eunuch spread to every corner of the hall.

The ministers returned to their seats with thanks.

Pei Yue casually looked at Fang Xiexiao, who was opposite him, and found that the grief and depression in the other party's eyes had not subsided, so he couldn't help but secretly raised his vigilance.Over the years, he has seen too many deep-faced people who are not expressing emotion or anger. Fang Xiexiao's expression is obviously not normal, because according to the analysis of the information obtained in the past, this Duke of Zhen is by no means a superficial character in the city.

Emperor Qing Yuan, who was sitting on the dragon chair, seemed to be in a good mood, as if he hadn't noticed the turbulent undercurrent below.

In the eyes of most of the courtiers, the reason why His Majesty is so happy is because the marriage has finally taken place, which adds a layer of guarantee to the previous covenant drawn up by the two countries, and can win two or three years of peace for the Great Zhou.In fact, the courtiers present in the hall will not be as naive as those literati and students. No matter what their position is, at least they can see the benefits of marriage.

For Da Zhou, this is the only way to slow down the army at the moment, because after Bei Liang defeated Wu State last year, it is obvious that he will take advantage of the situation and move his army south.

This is also the reason why the Northern Liang Emperor would rather send the Beijing army to the west for support last year, but let the southern frontier army stay still like a mountain.

Another reason for Emperor Qingyuan's happy expression is known only to a few people, such as Xian Chunqiu who is smiling with his beard at this moment.

Although Pei Yue couldn't be sure how the old man reported the conversation between the two to the emperor, but one thing can be concluded, that is, he will inevitably mention that his attitude has loosened, and then let the emperor misunderstand that he will be more confident in recruiting him in the future.

Sure enough, the smile on Emperor Qingyuan's face became stronger again, he looked at Pei Yue and said, "Pei Zhengshi."

Pei Yue cupped his hands and said, "The minister is here."

Emperor Qingyuan said gently: "Earlier I heard that Qing was talented in both civil and military affairs. I didn't believe it at first. How can there be such an intelligent and versatile person in the world? Of course, I have never doubted Qing's military strategy. Even Zhen Guogong and The Marquis of the North has praised me in front of me several times. Only this way of poetry and prose, I always feel that the world is spreading rumors. It wasn't until Qing wrote a hearty poem "Pozhenzi" at the Donglin Literary Conference a few days ago that I realized that the rumors were true. False."

Pei Yue's heart moved slightly, and he smiled impeccably: "Your Majesty's absurd praise, foreign ministers are ashamed to take it. That poem is just a play for a while, and it really can't be worthy of His Majesty's love."

Naturally, his words were not deliberately belittling Jiaxuan's lyrics, but His Majesty's words contained an ambush, so he had to decline in advance.

Emperor Qing Yuan didn't seem to understand the meaning behind Pei Yue's words, and raised his tone slightly: "Why should Pei Qing be too modest? Today is a feast of great joy. Zhou and Liang finally became a state of good neighborliness. Why doesn't Pei Qing write another poem to express Remember this once-in-a-thousand-year feast?"

The Daqing Hall adopts a unique internal design, which can amplify part of the human voice. Although the low-level Beijing officials below still cannot hear it, at least half of the officials can hear the voice of Emperor Qingyuan clearly.

The expressions on the faces of many civil servants became complicated and embarrassing, because compared with Beiliang, the only advantage in today's Dazhou is the prosperity of Wenhua.This is not only the rich legacy of the aristocratic family's journey to the south, but also the cultural spirit of the southern country bred by the prosperity of the past century.They can recognize Pei Yue's military exploits and his decisiveness in killing, but they can't recognize the excellence of this Northern Liang dignitary in poetry and writing.

This was their last pride in facing Liang Ren.

Now His Majesty the Emperor admired Pei Yue's literary talents so far, and even repeatedly persuaded him to leave a beautiful chapter for today's big banquet. How could the literati in the palace accept it?

Whispering voices gradually rose, but the few big figures sitting on the east side remained calm.

Pei Yue raised his head to look at Emperor Qing Yuan with a gentle expression, and he could see a bit of praise from the other party's eyes, as if deliberately letting him show off his talent.Looking at the different expressions of those people opposite him, he quickly figured out the joints. It seems that Emperor Qingyuan hoped to draw himself closer to the Southern Zhou literary world through this method.

Emperor Qingyuan said loudly: "Does Pei Qing have a good sentence?"

Pei Yue said calmly but firmly: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, the foreign ministers have never been talented, and they have no intention of reciting poems or Fu during this period, so they have nothing to offer."

Emperor Qingyuan responded with a slightly regretful expression.

Pei Yue didn't want to make the atmosphere too tense, at least before leaving Jian'an City, he didn't want to have uncontrollable chaos again.The reason why Fang Xiexiao was stimulated just now was that on the one hand, he was sure that this person would never openly oppose Emperor Qing Yuan's will, and on the other hand, he hoped to add fire to him so that he could complete the follow-up actions naturally.

The banquet was officially opened, and after Emperor Qingyuan toasted and drank, Pei Yue made a toast to him on behalf of Daliang.

Today's banquet was of a very high standard, so naturally no one would make a fuss on purpose, and besides there was an old scholar Sheng Duanming with an amazing capacity for alcohol, Pei Yue was also happy to have a leisurely drink, but it was just a few people who had drunk according to etiquette and status.

In such a festive and peaceful atmosphere, time passed quietly.

About half an hour later, most of the officials in the palace were a little bit drunk. Fang Yuntian, who was sitting behind Fang Xiexiao, got up suddenly, came to stand still in the empty area in the middle of the inner steps, bowed to Emperor Qingyuan and said: " Your Majesty, I have something to announce."

Emperor Qing Yuan's face was ruddy, he nodded with a smile and said, "Sure."

The hall gradually became quiet, and all the officials turned their heads to look at the tall and straight figure.

Fang Yun didn't look sideways, and said respectfully: "Today is the day of great joy for Her Royal Highness, how can I congratulate it with an unnamed masterpiece? Just now Zhongshan Hou Qian resigned, presumably because the wine is not full and it is difficult to get rid of it. I would like to use a sword dance to cheer up the wine, and congratulate Her Royal Highness, the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the Holy Son of Heaven!"

Emperor Qingyuan was overjoyed and praised: "Aiqing's move is wonderful."

Immediately there was a roar of applause like a tsunami in the hall.

Only Sheng Duanming frowned slightly, and he looked at Pei Yue with a little worry.

"It's okay." Pei Yue smiled lightly and said in a low voice.

He calmly looked at Fang Yuntian standing not far away.

Is this a Hongmen Banquet?
After all, I still can't hold my breath.

At this time, Fang Yuntian took a long sword from the eunuch's hand, held it with his backhand, and slowly stretched his left arm.

"The sword energy is cold and leaning against the sky, the man's heart is locked by the sun and the moon."

Just listening to a sentence in his mouth, his figure suddenly turned into a ray of breeze, and the long sword shook countless waves of light in the air, like strands of drizzle, bringing the sound of a dragon chant.

Everyone in the world knows the five tigers of the Fang family, most of their impressions of Fang Yuntian remain as the leader of the Pingjiang camp, and very few people pay special attention to his martial arts cultivation.Until now, in the hall where thousands of people were watching, he used all his strength, and the figure flew with the sword, like a banished immortal.

"Don't hide your teeth and claws like a stupid tiger, so that you can summon the wind and thunder to rise up the crouching dragon."

When the second sentence came out, the sword energy suddenly turned fierce, and matched with his steady and heavy steps, there was a faint aura of black clouds overwhelming the city.

"It used to be said that princes and lords had no family, but in ancient times they tasted wealth and servants."

His energetic voice echoed in the hall, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be bearing a mighty force. Every step he took was as strong as a bluestone, and every swing of the sword was heavy and stagnant, gradually showing a bit of struggle, like Trapped in this world.

A layman watching the excitement and an insider looking at the doorway. All civil servants in the Southern Zhou Dynasty were infected by Fang Yuntian's magnificent sword dance with successive changes. Listening to the long and melodious Dale, looking at the figure in the palace that is gradually becoming one with the sword, someone kept shouting. Exclaim.

Pei Yue is a real expert in the palace, when he watched Fang Yuntian's sword move from elegant to heavy, his face gradually became dignified.

In Taishi Taige's information, there are only a few figures about Fang Yuntian's martial arts cultivation, because this person has never competed publicly with others, and he mainly kills enemies and rushes into battle on the battlefield.Only at this moment with his own eyes, Pei Yue could confirm a not-so-optimistic fact.

Fang Yuntian's martial arts cultivation is not inferior to his!
At this moment, Fang Yuntian's body suddenly stopped, the long sword drew a semicircle, and as he recited the last line of poetry, the blade of the sword rushed towards Pei Yue like lightning.

"Take the avenue as an adventure, and don't step on the dirty tracks of the world!"

Following the exit of the trace word, the long sword has come to Pei Yue.

At this moment, the Daqing Palace fell into a strange state of noise and silence. The noise was caused by the exclamation of countless people, and some of them were some big figures who told Fang Yuntian to stop.The silence is due to the fact that time seemed to slow down suddenly. Pei Yue and Fang Yuntian, the best young warriors in the north and south of the river, looked at each other. The external noise had disappeared, and they only had each other in their eyes.

Pei Yue calmly watched the long sword approaching.

Fang Yuntian stared at Pei Yue's face indifferently.

"Chong!"

The joy came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Fang Yuntian's long sword stopped three feet in front of Pei Yue, the body of the sword was as stable as a rock, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

Pei Yue still maintained the previous posture, even the movement of holding the wine cup did not change.

Emperor Qing Yuan, who was sitting above, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to order Fang Yuntian to retreat, but he heard the young man say first: "The lonely sword has lost its color, does the Marquis of Zhongshan think so?"

Everyone was stunned.

Pei Yue put down the wine cup slowly, and looked at the other party indifferently.

Fang Yuntian said in a deep voice: "I have heard for a long time that the Marquis of Zhongshan is outstanding in martial arts, and I have admired him like thunder for a long time. Today coincides with the Dacheng feast, so I invite the Marquis of Zhongshan to give me a lesson!"

These words were loud and neither humble nor overbearing, but Pei Yue saw a suppressed anger in his eyes.

For some reason, Emperor Qingyuan didn't say anything to stop him, Xu Huiyan, Xian Chunqiu, and even Fang Xiexiao didn't speak up, let alone those other Southern Zhou officials who were full of expectations.

They still remembered that Pei Yue defeated the rich and powerful children of the dynasty outside the Sifang Hall, which disgraced countless Zhou people. At the same time, they knew that Fang Yuntian's temperament was calm and tenacious, and he would never mess around on this occasion unless he was sure of winning.

Under the gaze of thousands of malicious eyes, Pei Yue stood up calmly, looked at Fang Yuntian who had more and more murderous intent in his eyes, and casually uttered two words.

"Okay."

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