Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Jiankang City, the mansion of General Zhennan.

He Wuji is dressed in satin casual clothes, his hair is neatly combed, and he is smiling. He is standing at the gate of the mansion. Since he was promoted to the general of Zhennan, this is the first time he has returned to Jiankang City. The gate is already full of traffic and formal clothes. The children of Eguan’s family and the nobles in the capital all went into the mansion with a smile and talk. Of course, it is indispensable to meet and greet the new nobility in the capital.

Behind He Wuji, two staff members dressed as scribes also followed their lord and saluted, and the voice of Xie Hun came over: "He Zhennan, congratulations."

He Wuji laughed, and said to Xie Hun, who was wearing a cyan satin gown, "Oh, it turned out to be Uncle Yuan, don't be so polite, you and I are colleagues in the army, just call me Wuji as before. "

Xie Hun smiled and nodded. He Wuji's gaze fell on a young man in his twenties with a fair complexion and shiny eyes. His face changed slightly: "This son is..."

Xie Hun smiled slightly: "This is the luck of my nephew. Since childhood, I like some literary poems. Among the later generations of our Xie family, it is also a little famous. Today I heard that it is a great literary event. If you insist on coming, I would like to ask Brother Wuji for a convenience. Lucky, why don't you give He Zhennan a salute?"

Xie Lingyun tucked his waist calmly and calmly: "I have seen He Gong. The younger Xie Lingyun is polite."

He Wuji looked up and down the young man named Xie Lingyun: "It has been long heard that among the rising stars of Xie’s family, there is a talented and outstanding young man named Xie Lingyun who was famous all over the world in his weak crown. I didn’t expect to see it today. It really made me feel good here. Xun Shenghui, Yin joined the army, why don't you bring the two inside?!"

Behind him, a scribe wearing a green gown, it was his joining the army, Yin Chan, who promised to bring Xie Hun and Xie Ling into the house. Xie Lingyun suddenly smiled: "The Lanting Fu of the army is really well written. I see it today. Fortunately, even."

Yin Chan was taken aback for a moment, then turned to smile and said: "A clumsy work accidentally made, it's not worth mentioning, Kangle is too acclaimed."

He Wuji laughed: "Old Yin, did you make a mistake? Lingyun is only a weak-crowned boy, how can he be called a man? Too much humility can also be a homicide."

Xie Hun smiled and shook his head: "He doesn't know something. The well-to-do Kangle is not our usual honorific title for elders and Shangguan, but his knighthood."

He Wuji's eyes lit up: "Oh, I was negligent and I almost forgot, but Master Xie inherited the title of Lord Xie Xianggong as Duke of Kangle County."

Xie Hun nodded: "Yes, Lingyun's father passed away early, but the eldest son of Lord Xianggong, so the Duke of Kangle County, Lord Xianggong, passed it on to him. It is precisely because of this that our Xie family has been treating Lingyun since childhood. I have high hopes and strict training. Fortunately, he is talented and hard enough to have some small reputations today. However, it takes a lot of experience and polishing."

Xie Lingyun smiled slightly: "My uncle said very well, since my little nephew has inherited the title of Lord Xianggong, he must also inherit his legacy, serve the country and benefit the common people. Today, this banquet held by the wise man is very good. At the Lanting Pen Conference, Wang Youjun (Wang Xizhi) was famous in the world, and Yin Gong, the world's literary giant, would also come here. It is really a literary event, and my nephew is not talented. I want to learn more from the predecessors who are going to the feast today. Can improve one's own vision."

Behind He Wuji, another medium-sized literati with a long beard, around 40 years old, was another Confucius who joined the army, and was also a famous scribe. He smiled and said, "Kang Le Gong is too modest, I am afraid you are prepared. Then, I want to follow Wang Youjun and win the poem crown in this literary vibe."

Xie Lingyun smiled without saying a word, and He Wuji nodded his head with satisfaction: "Shu Yuan, if Lingyun intends to serve the country and serve the country, he might as well come to me. I believe he will be useful in my house."

Liu Yi's voice sounded from one side: "Wuji, you are ready to invite Duke Yin to the mansion, don't you want to leave a junior for me? Your mansion is here, so I don’t even have a document writer here. It's not so good."

Everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound. Except for He Wuji, everyone saluted and said respectfully, "I have seen Liu Fujun!"

Wearing a black satin gown and a belt with ten thousand studs, he is clearly dressed as a scribe, but Liu Yi, who is still unable to hide his majestic wind between his gestures, smiled slightly, clasped his fists and bowed to all directions: "I have seen you, Wuji, brothers, I don’t ask myself. Come on, you won't have any opinions."

Xie Hun and the others retired and entered the mansion. He Wuji smiled and said, "Today I invited Yin Gong to be the guest of honor. The people who came were all literati. I was looking for another time to drink with the Beijing Eight Brothers. Have you said that. Look, Send slaves, Tie Niu, they haven't come."

Liu Yi smiled slightly: "Are you trying to say that I can only fight and kill people, and I don't know how to do it?"

He Wuji laughed and said, "Okay, okay, no jokes, let's go, you can sit next to me today, no problem."

Liu Yi smiled and said, "There is no problem. This is also convenient for our brothers to talk in private. But..."

Speaking of this, Liu Yi’s eyes flashed with a cold light: "There are some things, maybe Wuji, you don’t know it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He Wuji was taken aback. From the many years of association with Liu Yi, he knew When Liu Yi made this expression, he wanted him to retreat. He had a secret business. He turned around and said to Kong Ningzi and the others: "Kong Canjun, greet the guests here for me. Let's talk. "

He said, took Liu Yi's hand, walked into the mansion gate, turned into a secluded courtyard, and whispered: "What makes it so mysterious is about sending slaves. Is it? I am coming back this time..."

Liu Yi waved his hand: "If it is for a slave, I will not tell you something at your banquet today. Of course, this matter may have something to do with the slave, but the most important thing is that you are today. Those who want to invite, Wuji, I'm afraid you won't be able to get off the stage at that time, so you must come to the ward."

He Wuji frowned: "You mean Yin Zhongwen has a problem? Is it because he used to play for Huanxuan and offended the major families in the city? That's a thing of the past, didn't we all agree to pardon him, and , You see, today, all the major families have sent people to participate, even the Xie family has come, isn’t it just to show the intention of cultivation."

Liu Yi smiled slightly: "Then, if I tell you that Yin Zhongwen won't come today, what do you think?"