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Chapter 52 The Poetry King

It was just a poetry meeting, and Xu Yan was not afraid of it.

Not to mention the poetry gatherings set up by the Prince of the Great Shang Dynasty, what can even be done if a group of Qingzhou literary masters face to face?

There is a set of bright moonlight in front of the bed, who doesn’t agree?

What Xu Yan is concerned about is not poetry, but merit.

Chang Yuchun was stunned for a moment, smiled and said, "Of course, this time I went to the poetry meeting to calculate your merits."

Just count it, Xu Yan agreed without saying a word.

People say it, and they don’t blame it if they can’t do it, just go.

How can I not want the merit value of vain?

The location of the poetry meeting was located in Zuixianlou, known as the first floor of the imperial city. When Xu Yan arrived with Chang Yuchun, Zuixianlou no longer accepted visitors and was actually booked.

"Purchase the Zuixian Tower, the prince is indeed rich." Xu Yan said with emotion.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince naturally has no worries about gold and silver, but the expenses of this poetry meeting do not require the Eastern Palace, but the investments of the uncle." Chang Yuchun said.

When Xu Yan heard that his uncle spent money, he immediately thought of the drug dealer Xu Ao.

The prince wanted to recite poems and have fun, but he was not good at looking for anyone, but he just looked for people from Si Tianjian. Moreover, the corpse refiners in the West Yaya were all dead and were good at handling cases, so he was not close to the opposite of reciting poems and writing.

Could this poetry meeting be Xu Ao had other plans?

Thinking of this, Xu Yan added caution, and others didn't care, Xu Ao had to be prepared.

As soon as he entered the door, a fat man immediately came up with a greasy face, fat head and ears, and a rich look similar to Maitreya.

"Mr. Chang! Haha, I haven't seen you for a long time, Master Chang's style remains the same."

"Mr. Jiang is too famous. What kind of style can the people in the Western Yaya have? It seems that Mr. Jiang has gained a few more pounds."

"Have you had a stomachache recently? Otherwise, I could at least gain a dozen pounds haha."

"Mr. Jiang is funny, please."

"please!"

The Zuixian Tower is magnificent and has been clearly redesigned. There are more than ten peach trees around the hall, filled with huge porcelain jars, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Under the flower trees, there are warm and soft sittings, accompanying the beauty on one side. After a closer look, the courtesans in Cuiyun Tower are all listed.

Narcissus danced alone in the hall, causing bursts of applause.

It is already a big deal to book a Zuixian Tower. If you invite all the courtesans in Cuiyun Tower, the scale of this poetry meeting is so large that it is amazing.

After sitting down, Xu Yan learned that the fat man who was polite to Chang Yuchun was named Jiang Dachuan, who was the Minister of Rites.

Not only the Ministry of Rites, but also the officials of other departments, the young masters of major families in the dynasty, and the nobles of wealthy families.

Anyone with a strong reputation in the Da Shang business will be almost the same as that of all the people who are present.

A young man sat in the center, in his twenties, wearing a casual long gown, and his every move was noble, looking similar to his uncle Bu Taining.

This person is the prince of Da Shang, Shang Taizhi.

Xu Yan looked at the prince for a long time.

Although the nephew looks like the uncle, the prince looks too much like the uncle. If you don’t know, you will think it is the uncle’s son.

On the right side of the prince, he sat his uncle Bu Taining, and next to him was his old acquaintance drug dealer Xu Ao.

On the left hand of the prince, there was an old man dressed in an exotic dress. His pink robe was covered with flowers, his hair was tall and his hair was tied, and his small eyes were slanted to look at people, with a arrogant face.

After entering, the two of them first met with the prince.

"Chang Yuchun, you all deal with corpses. A golden-wire cat in my palace is dead. You go and make it live for me. It's a fun thing. How come you die if you die? It's really a disappointment."

As soon as the prince opened his mouth, Xu Yan understood that this person was basically a waste.

He dares to think about the resurrection of the cat.

Chang Yuchun looked embarrassed and said, "Prince, I forgive my sins. Although my subordinates can move and jump like a living creature, they are still dead and cannot be resurrected. The same is true for cats. If the prince likes it, I can send someone to buy another new one."

The prince was a little disappointed and said, "That's it, then forget it."

Shang Taizhi glanced at Xu Yan beside him and said, "You are the scholar from Zhiyuan County? I heard that his literary talent is good. Today I have a distinguished guest, so don't embarrass Da Shang."

Xu Yan said modestly: "I have been studying for a few years, but I dare not take it as the word "literary talent".

When he came up, he first put a big hat on himself, and Xu Yan felt something was wrong.

He knew just by the time when did the scholars from far away counties become very literary? When did they reach the prince's ears?

Xu Yan glanced at Xu Ao's direction and saw that he was talking nonsense with others, and he was just as good as anyone else.

It must be this grandson who secretly asked about trouble...

Xu Yan felt that Xu Ao always had some doubts about him. This time it might be a test to try whether he was a real scholar.

In fact, no wonder Xu Ao doubted it.

Before, Xu Yan was just a poor scholar, with no strength to bind a chicken and no shoulders to carry firewood. Now he has become an official in the Sitianjian. This change is indeed a bit amazing.

In addition, Xu Ao's suspicion was just right when the Yongji Hall opened and the loss of Chu Honglian in the big tank.

Isn’t it just writing poetry? Xu Yan sneered in his heart.

The prince just thought Xu Yan was modest and waved his hand impatiently, indicating that the two of them would sit down.

Chang Yuchun and Xu Yan were about to retreat, but the old man in a flower robe who was sitting on the side of the prince spoke.

"At a young age, I don't even have a little bit of heroism, I'm a scholar, I'm so old-fashioned. Have you read all your books? Do you know that there are ambitions in the books and a thousand-than-thirty-gritty in the books!"

This is a very unpleasant statement.

Chang Yuchun's expression changed when he heard this and said, "The scholars in the Western Yamen are different from other places. They are not as sharp as you. The people in the Western Yamen are like dull swords. It is impossible to cut people, but if you stab someone, you will either die or be disabled."

The Western Yaya official is normal Yuchun, who is famous for protecting his son. Even when he is in front of the prince, he dares to argue with reason and is not merciless at all.

The atmosphere here was tense for a while.

The prince didn't help anyone, and waited to watch the fun with a smile.

Jiang Dachuan hurriedly came to smooth things over and said, "Mr. Chang calms down. This is the prince of the Peach Blossom Kingdom and the famous poetic king Xie Xun."

No wonder the Minister of Rites is responsible for the reception here. It turns out that King of Songs still has the identity of a prince. Although the Peach Blossom Country is not big, royal relatives like the prince also have a few pounds of weight.

Xu Yan was not angry, but instead looked at him with interest. The name of King of Poetry was the same as that of a certain Lion King, but his style was much worse.

Chang Yuchun said coldly: "I have no knowledge and have never heard of the character "The King of Poetry". The King of Corpse has heard of it. I just killed one last year."

"Vulgar!" King Xie Xun of the poem curled his lips and said, "I just knew how to fight and kill. No wonder Si Tianjian's name is so fierce. It turns out that they all came out."

Chang Yuchun still wanted to speak, but a feminine voice came from the side.

"If I were Lord Chang, I would sit down early, watch dance and eat wine. He is the king of poetry. If you mock you a seven-character poem, what do you think of refuting it will be infamous for thousands of years."

Xu Yan looked in the voice.

The man who spoke was a man who looked and had a feminine voice, about the same age as Chang Yuchun, with long hair spread out and wearing a slap in a slap in a slap.

This person gives people the feeling of a poisonous snake, and his eyes seem to see through people's hearts and make people shudder.

"Xia Wufeng..."

Chang Yuchun's eyes became gloomy and she stopped quarreling with King of Songs, so she took Xu Yan to sit down.

Xu Yan has never seen Xia Wufeng, but he has heard of his name for a long time.
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