Sima Yingyang's figure is five feet seven inches. He wore a square scarf with black velvet and red knots on his head, and a fox fur robe with a black satin half-arm and purple satin. Although his shrewd face may not be very old, the hair on his high forehead is like frost and snow.

Some people say that this is because he is smart ~ wise, and Jingmo believes it very much. Sima Yingyang was able to get such a result, of course, he paid a lot of thought in exchange.

Sima Yingyang has enjoyed a good reputation in the Jiangnan literary circle for many years, he has served one prefect, two prefects, and two consecutive presidents of the Begonia Poetry Society. He has written a lot of literary works, including poems and anthologies. He was also a widower, had an adult daughter, and was quite filial to his father.

Sima Yingyang's family wealth can also be called rich and honorable, and all the arrangements in his house that night. Although it is not as luxurious as those super-rich families, it is worthy of the word rich.

There were fireplaces in the living room and in the study, and it was as warm as the weather in March. The feast is also very rich, and the eight treasures and jade food make people unable to get rid of it. However, at that time, the fashion in the south of the Yangtze River was so, and the people of Jinling were advocating extravagance, but there were more and more such scenes.

Does he want to take this opportunity to vent the breath in his chest for the literati and artists?

But inevitably, Du Shaoling's two famous sentences of "Zhumen spills the smell of meat, and there are frozen bones" couldn't help but echo in Jingmo's brain ventricles.

The wine feast was held late. The owner of the hoarfrost was full of smiles, and walked back and forth among the guests, forming a peaceful and happy scene. But before adversity comes, pleasure is often taken as a precursor. Exactly: the black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens to the sun.

An amazing change is about to happen on the spot!

The conversation of the guests was turned as a living machine by the wine. Some people are praising their masters, while a few are praising Yingyang's recent masterpiece - "Listening to Selected Poems". This poetry collection Jingmo has already seen, although it is inevitably a little suspicious of piling up, it is indeed a masterpiece in recent years.

Jing Mo also agrees with these people's praises. For example, one of the poems that hangs on the monuments of the Six Dynasties is Taicheng. Taicheng, the old site is in the south of Jinling Jiming Mountain, it was originally the Houyuan City of Wu in the Three Kingdoms Era, and it was rebuilt when the Eastern Jin Dynasty became the emperor. From the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the end of the Southern Dynasty, it has always been the seat of the imperial court Tai Province (central government) and the imperial palace, which was both a political center and a place for the emperor's lascivious pleasures.

And poetry writing: the most ruthless Taicheng grass, still ten miles of embankment. It is reminiscent of a prosperous situation. At that time, the ten-mile causeway, the willows were piled up with smoke, which was once the embellishment of the prosperous scene of Taicheng; Today, Taicheng is already ten miles of barren grass, but Taicheng is willow-colored, but it is still flourishing.

The contrast between the exuberant natural scenery and the desolate and dilapidated historical sites is the striking contrast between the ancient Causeway Smoke Willows and the fleeting luxury of six generations...... How shocking it must be!

At this moment, a young man of short stature dressed in a trolling sa suddenly came in from the outside, this person was wearing a hexagram hat, on which was inlaid with a piece of turquoise jade, which was very valuable at a glance, and there were several thick rings on his hand inlaid with grandmother's gems or chicken blood gemstones, which looked very tacky.

Is this a late guest? But the expression was a little strange. He walked in with a very rapid pace and a rapid breath. When he reached the stairs of the guest hall, he suddenly stopped, clenched his fists and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, it's rude. I—I have a word—please listen to me! ”

His voice was loud and vibrating, and the guests could not help but be taken aback. The chaotic chatter and laughter were all overpowered, and everyone looked back, and a few of them left their seats and straightened up. Forty or fifty pairs of eyes were fixed on the young man's body for a moment.

From a distance, the man's age is about 20 years old, his figure is not very high, he has a melon seed face, although his face is thin and dark, but he has a straight nose, thick eyelashes, and divine eyes, which can be regarded as very neat and beautiful. Everyone stared at him with burning eyes, and no one could guess what he meant.

The hall fell silent at once, and no one spoke. The white-haired host was stunned in a corner of the guest hall, staring at the visitor with his eyes open, and did not move.

The young man said loudly again: "Everyone, those who can come here today are naturally not ordinary people, as the so-called articles are eternal, and the gains and losses are known, which one is not a disciple of the saint?" Who wouldn't want to be a righteous gentleman? But did you ever think that behind the noble face there is a 'liar'? ”

"Ahem! … Hey! … Yes! ”

The crowd all made all kinds of surprises, but the noise was not high, just a kind of chirping whisper. Then there was a question that looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, it seemed that there was a suggestive question: "A liar?" Which crook? Who are the liars? ”

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other for a while, and finally returned to an embarrassing silence, and there was no sound in the guest hall. The happy atmosphere that was full of sheng songs before has undergone such a drastic change in an instant, as if it has become the scene of a funeral!

The boy continued, "Do you know who that liar is? …… Do you want me to point out the liar? ”

It's just too stressful! Who will break this embarrassing situation? However, the guests remained silent. Su Jingmo stood in the crowd and also lost the idea of adaptation. In this silence, everyone seemed to be waiting for the teenager to reveal the so-called truth, and they even had some expectations.

The boy sighed, "Hey! I didn't want that. But morality compels me not to do this, because I really don't want to see villains in broad daylight, and I don't want such hypocrites to continue to deceive the world. I'll just get to the point. There is a poor poet who has worked hard to write a collection of poems in the book, and before he can show it to others, he is unfortunately seen by the hypocrisy of benevolence and righteousness. The man resorted to all sorts of tricks, and even wrote the book of poems in his name, and promised to give him a good reward afterwards. Sure enough, as soon as the poetry collection was published, it immediately became popular. So the liar sat back and enjoyed the success, but it was still insufficient, and he ruthlessly deducted the promised reward! Damn it! I ask you to think about it, isn't it a shame for everyone that such a thing happened in Jiangzuo Siwendi and Jinxiu Township? ”

The silence was broken, and the sound of the crowd commotion and discussion came from all sides of the hall. The young man's words clearly struck the hearts of most people, and everyone was almost filled with righteous indignation.

A middle-aged man in a blue robe suddenly stood up, as if speaking on behalf of everyone, and he questioned the young man sharply. Su Jingmo has been a Jinyi guard for a long time, so he is naturally familiar with the characters in Jinling, and he recognized at a glance that this was Lin Feng, a certain high-ranking official of the Criminal Department.

Lin Feng said: "Hey, are you serious? If that's true, tell me so! Don't be vague. ”

Then several young guests echoed in unison, urging him to speak quickly. The noise died down again. The young man closed his lips, stared at the piercing eyes, and injected into the corner of the guest room. Jing Mo followed his line of sight, and it seemed that the target of that gaze fell on Sima Yingyang's face, and his face was indeed terrifyingly mutated.

Sima Yingyang's cheeks were gray, his eyebrows were carved with deep lines, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the young man. He stood next to a chair, one hand pressed against the back of the chair, and his body seemed to tremble slightly.