The prince is very fierce

The poetry club was packed with hundreds of talented scholars and beauties, and servants kept carrying trays to deliver poems to several great scholars for review.

Yang Yingxiong sat in the middle. When the manuscript was passed around, he would carefully touch his chin and look at it for a long time, then nod gently. Perhaps because he had heard and seen it for a long time, he could occasionally give a few comments, which attracted a few compliments from the people below.

Jinling Prefect Du Hui was born in a poor family. He had been an official in Jinling for many years and had some reputation. It was a pity that Jinling was too close to King Wu and too far from Chang'an. Being a prefect here, you must look at King Wu's face, and you have to say a few polite words to the lawless Yang next to you.

However, the one who really has the most transcendent status must be Lu Hongxin sitting on the right. He is the eldest son of the Jinling Lu family. Regardless of seniority, he is more noble than Xiao Qi. It's just that the Jinling Lu family has not been valued by Song Ji in the court in recent years, and the family style has always been low-key and easy-going. Lu Hongxin did not argue with Yang Yingxiong, who has the background of King Wu, on such an insignificant seat issue.

Under the star-studded moon, Yang Yingxiong looked quite good and occasionally chatted with Lu Hongxin. It's not that they were discussing anything, but simply liked the feeling of talking to Lu Hongxin on an equal footing.

If you don't understand Yang Yingxiong's thoughts, you can refer to Tang Jiao of the Youzhou Tang family's reaction when he met Xiao Qi. The head of the four great sword-learning families was scolded like a dog by Xiao Qi, and he had to swallow his anger. It can be imagined how strong the sense of accomplishment is to be able to communicate on an equal footing with the "Xiao Lu Cui Wang Li" families.

Normally, in such a literary occasion, Yang Yingxiong would just sit there and wait for it to end, but today, not long after the poetry gathering began, a sentence below attracted the attention of everyone present:

"I heard that Prince Xu is also attending the poetry gathering. I have long heard of your name. I wonder if Prince Xu can show up and see me?"

The hall was originally noisy, but Tang Bailun had a high status among many talented people and a loud voice. For a moment, everyone stopped talking and looked at the center of the hall.

When he heard Xu Buling's name, Yang Yingxiong narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a while, and still smiled a little:

"Mr. Lu, Prince Su is here today?"

Lu Hongxin is Lu Hongluan's biological brother, and he is only in his early thirties this year. Hearing Yang Yingxiong's question, he responded with a casual expression:

"My sister is taking care of it, I don't know."

Yang Yingxiong nodded slowly and moved his eyes to the hall again.

There were more than 400 people gathered in the hall, all dressed as literati, and it was not easy to find someone. Everyone present had heard of the three poems, and had also heard about the murder in Nanshan Port a few days ago. Seeing Xu Buling was there today, they all looked around with curiosity.

Xiao Qi was sitting in a secluded place. Seeing this, she whispered, "Go by yourself. I won't show up."

Xu Buling tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and looked at Yang Yingxiong:

"Do you need me to get rid of harm for the people?"

Xiao Qi frowned slightly, with a little confusion in her eyes:

"How to get rid of it?"

Instead of answering whether it was necessary or not, but asking how to get rid of it, Xu Buling understood the meaning, stood up, and walked to the center of the hall.

"Prince Xu!"

"See the little prince..."

"So handsome~..." Ranwen

As Xu Buling stood up from the corner, there was a little noise in the hall. Many talented women sneaked in to see if Dayue's 'Zhao Hong Yi Mei' was as graceful as the rumors said. The nearby scholars raised their hands to greet and get close to him.

Yang Yingxiong looked at Xu Buling and looked at him for a few times. He nodded slightly and showed his appreciation, just like an elder looking at a promising junior. However, there was some truth and falsehood in his expression, which was intriguing.

The bustling crowd parted, and Xu Buling came to the center of the hall and said calmly:

"Mr. Tang called me?"

Tang Bailun raised his hand and made a scholar's salute:

"I have heard of the name of the prince for a long time. Today, I see that he is indeed extraordinary. Just now, we were talking about the prince's poems and we were all impressed by his poetry. However, when the prince was in Chang'an, he said that he did not write them himself, but there is no one else in the world who can write those poems. Since the prince has come to the poetry meeting today, why don't you and I make friends with literature and let many classmates present be convinced..."

Tang Bailun called Xu Buling out for a natural purpose of competing with him. He was already very famous in Jiangnan, but since Xu Buling's poems were spread, he was suppressed invisibly. Now that they have met, they have to compete no matter what. After all, losing doesn't matter, but winning means you will be famous.

The many talented men and beautiful women present also showed some eagerness in their eyes when they heard this. They came to the poetry meeting to watch the great talents compete openly and secretly and show their talents.

But just when everyone was looking forward to it, and even Xiao Qi picked up the teacup and looked at her future husband seriously, Xu Buling showed an unhappy expression and said in a cold voice:

"Are you worthy?"

"..."

The voice was not loud and the tone was flat, but the whole audience was silent for a moment, and then looked stunned.

Xiao Ting shrugged his shoulders, with a strange look in his eyes, as if to say: Look, I'll tell you, let you make yourself uncomfortable, Xu Buling has beaten more people in Chang'an than you have ever seen...

Tang Bailun's smile froze, and he was stunned for a long time before he was sure that he had heard it right, and his face flushed instantly.

If you don't want to agree, then don't agree. Why talk like that in public without even giving me a way out? It's purely to embarrass me.

But Tang Bailun couldn't respond. He couldn't say anything back when a prince of a vassal king said something unreasonable. It would be insulting and he couldn't beat him. He could only smile awkwardly and turn his eyes to the great scholars sitting above him, hoping that the elders could speak up to help him out.

The poetry club became quiet, and hundreds of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

The expressions of the more than ten scholars sitting above were not very good. If the students from Jiangnan were so rampant, they would be driven out on the spot. But Xu Buling was the prince of Su Wang. These teachers were not Xu Buling's teachers, so it would be difficult for them to discipline him.

The prefect Du Hui was a government official, and he dared not offend Su Wang, and his weight was far from enough. He could only look at Lu Hongxin sitting next to him.

Lu Hongxin is the eldest son of the Lu family, and has some relationship with Xu Buling. When the head of the Lu family is not around, he can control Xu Buling. He can just say "Buling, don't be so presumptuous." The awkward situation will be relieved, and everyone can just pretend that nothing has happened.

But for some reason, Lu Hongxin didn't even look at the center of the hall, concentrating on appreciating the poem in his hand, like an outsider.

If Lu Hongxin didn't come out to settle the matter, the scene would suddenly become stiff, and everyone turned their eyes to Yang Yingxiong who was sitting in the middle.

This poetry meeting was led by Yang Yingxiong, and he is also the brother-in-law of King Wu. Logically, he should be qualified to speak...