Xiaoxiang Pavilion is located in the prime area of South JG Middle Street, and it is also the highest grade restaurant in South JG City.

Another difference from other restaurants is that the decoration of Xiaoxiang Pavilion is elegant and chic, and the guests are all literati from all over the Yangtze River.

And the soldiers of Anguo County took Nanjg without blood, swept away the nobles in the city, and the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was even more deserted.

It's just that tonight's Xiaoxiang Pavilion is extremely lively, because the eldest son of the Zheng Zhilong family, the commander of the Fujian Water Division, actually invited the two leading Oiran Li Xiangjun and Dong Xiaowan of the Teaching Division.

These two daughters are not only beautiful and moving, but also knowledgeable and talented, and there are many admirers of Jiangnan literati and scholars.

However, since the Jiaofang Division is an official office of the imperial court, unless there is permission from the official, the Geisha of the Jiaofang Division are not allowed to go out to perform without permission.

And the entry threshold of the Jiaofang Division is extremely high, and guests who are not official eunuchs are not accepted, so that the source of the strength of many scribes in Nanjg City to gain fame is not to be loyal to the country, but to go to the Jiaofang Division to enjoy themselves openly.

"Da Mu, why is the noble man you are talking about not yet? It's almost past unitary time now. ”

Zheng Sen sat in the largest box in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, surrounded by a group of scribes of the same age as him, who were all dressed like Zheng Sen, and were the prisoners of the Southern JG Kingdom.

The speaker was a middle-aged scholar with a mustache who was slightly older than Zheng Sen, and he was talking while looking at the inside of the box, where the sound of piano music faintly came from behind a curtain.

"Brother Chaozong, don't worry, even if it is tomorrow, I have to wait, if Brother Chaozong has something, you can leave first." Zheng Sen's face was calm, and he was also impatient with this group of uninvited so-called friends.

Zheng Sen returned from the prison of the Criminal Department and informed Master Qian, a student of Guozijian, that he was safe, and said that because of the help of a nobleman, a banquet would be held to entertain Yunyun in the evening.

Originally, if it was said that these prisoners were not so interested, after all, although they didn't have much money, they had a big money by their side, Zheng Sen would not bend over for the feast of Dunxiaoxiang Pavilion.

But as soon as he heard that Zheng Sen had invited the Oiran of the Teaching Department with his father's official position, and invited Li Xiangjun and Dong Xiaowan at once, seven or eight guys who had admired him for a long time followed cheekily.

Before the distinguished guests mentioned by Zheng Sen arrived, the little lady behind the curtain naturally refused to show up, but this group of scholars was in a hurry.

"That can't, that can't, since it's a distinguished guest, my brother naturally has to wait." Hearing that Zheng Sen had the intention of sending off guests, this made Chaozong hurriedly snort.

Less leaning, there was movement on the first floor of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and everyone knew that it was the distinguished guest who arrived, and his face was happy.

"Da Mu has been waiting for a long time, and this king has dealt with some idle things and delayed time, ho, so many people." Before anyone arrived, the voice came first, but Liu Hong couldn't help but be stunned when he saw so many people when he entered the door.

I came here today to talk to this big hero about current affairs, talk about Taiwan issues, and deepen my understanding by the way to facilitate future actions, but now there are so many light bulbs.

"The prince can still appreciate the light after being busy, Zheng Sen and Yourongyan, even if it is worth waiting for the son, these are all Sen classmates in the Guozi Prison, Rong Sen will introduce the prince.

This is Hou Fangyu, the word dynasty, not only the calligraphy is outstanding, but the prose is a must!

This is a presumption, the word is out of the territory, and the poems are unparalleled among the classmates of the country!

……”

Zheng Sen introduced Liu Hongjian one by one, Liu Hongjian just nodded, and many scholars heard that this noble person turned out to be the prince, and then thought of the recent actions in the city to know the origin of this person.

Although Hou Fangyu and the others bowed with a smile on their faces, the smile was a little insincere.

After everyone sat down, there were already many delicious dishes brought by the small servants, and everyone pushed the cups to change the lamps to pad their stomachs, Zheng Sen patted his hands, and the inner curtain was immediately opened.

In the middle, two beautiful and moving Oiran sat in the middle, a woman on the left was wearing a pale pink gauze skirt, pink delicacy shallow eyebrows, delicate cheeks, and faint pear sockets.

The woman on the right is dressed in blue, in addition to her delicate pretty face, there is a trace of heroism between her eyebrows, and the ribbons on the heads of the two are all green, representing her identity as a member of the Teaching Workshop Division.

The woman on the left smiled lightly, the woman on the right picked up the pipa, and the strings were stroked by Qianqiansu's hand, which was actually an ensemble, and the graceful sound was leisurely and tactful, so that all the scribes couldn't help but be a little obsessed.

Although Liu Hongjian was amazed by the faces of the two, as the prince of the Ming Dynasty, he had long been accustomed to entering and leaving the palace wall, but after listening to Yale, he found that the surnamed Hou and the surnamed Mao were squinting at the two women.

His obscene appearance reminded him of Chen Baiqiang, and Liu Hong gradually felt nauseous.

At the end of the song, everyone applauded one after another, and Hou Mao and the others even got up and took a few steps forward to boast.

"If there is wine and pleasure, how can there be no poetry? Why don't you improvise poems to help the fun? Hou Fangyu glanced at Mao Xiangdao.

"What Chaozong said is exactly what I want, I don't know if Brother Damu can do it?" Mao Xiang didn't know what Hou Fangyu meant, so he immediately responded to the road.

This is Zheng Sen's home field, even if the two want to win the hearts of the people, they don't dare to dominate, not to mention that there is a prince present.

Mao Xiang is in cahoots with Hou Fangyu's smell on weekdays, and he understands the true meaning of this guy with just one look.

I have heard that Daming, the grace of the saint, and the unborn god of war are not able to understand the literature and have to be a sword soldier, but Brother Hou has a good plan, which can not only take advantage of this to Bo two talented women to look on the other side, but also kill the majesty of this so-called prince.

It's really killing two birds with one stone.

The seven or eight literati present all agreed, if they talk about swords, they probably can't do it, but if they talk about poetry? Hehe, what about the princes of the Ming Dynasty, they are the real pride of the sky!

It's not in vain that these people are so thoughtful, the people of the Fushe take Donglin's successor to take up their own duties, and they boast that the true legend of Confucianism should be a capable minister in governing the country, which is crazy and boundless, plus Liu Hong's gradual framing and suppression of their predecessors, how can they be convinced in their hearts?

"This ...... Prince, you see? Zheng Sen was a little hesitant, after all, he had also heard rumors that Liu Hongjian was not good at poetry, but all his classmates were full of interest, and he was embarrassed to refuse directly, but looked at Liu Hongjian with some embarrassment.

"Since you have this Yaxing, how can this king sweep away the interest, please take it." Liu Hong gradually disdained in his heart.

A group of sour Confucians who only know pleasure and sell their reputation, except for writing some sour clichés, what good is it for the country?

If Zheng Chenggong hadn't been here, Liu Hong would have gone home early to sleep, which was really boring.

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