"After all, my Dagan Dynasty was short-lived. Although it has gradually become a trend of valuing culture over military affairs, it is still full of vitality and its roots are not rotten."

Hong Yi listened to Princess Zhennan's introduction and greeted these officials, princes, princes, princes, and ministers one by one.

He observed his words and expressions, thought carefully, and thought secretly in his heart.

These young men are not all playboys. In Hong Yi's opinion, although most of them were dressed elegantly, they secretly got to know each other with a tough and arched finger on their hands, and they had a little bit of training and calmness on their bodies. They knew that the Dagan Dynasty was still in its heyday.

Hong Yi was familiar with the classics and history, but he also knew that the rise and fall of a dynasty could be seen by the rise and fall of these scholars, officials, princes, princes, princes, and ministers.

If the children of kings, princes, ministers, scholars and officials generally use wind and moon to play, only know how to recite poems, paintings, play chess and pianos, and do not advocate martial arts, their bodies are weak and their bones are weak, their yin is strong and the yang is weak, and their blood and energy are lacking, then it is the phenomenon of the court's prosperity and decline.

But now these young men are not like that. Hong Yi knew that the entire Dagan Chao was still energetic.

This is evidence that the rise and fall of all dynasties have been unsatisfactory.

Because the descendants of kings, princes, ministers, scholars and officials will inevitably be officials of the court in the future, and the customs of the court in the future.

Hong Yi felt that it was worth coming to this trip to Sanhua Building. Not to mention anything else, seeing the gathering of these young men and experiencing the rise and fall of the court is a matter of reading thousands of books rather than traveling thousands of miles.

"This is Mr. Hong Yi from the Marquis of Wu Wen's Mansion. He is proficient in mysterious theory and is my friend." Princess Luo Yun of Zhennan introduced Hong Yi one by one, and introduced Hong Yi's identity.

When many young men first heard the Marquis Wu Wen’s mansion, their faces showed a solemn expression. It was obvious that Marquis Wu Wen’s reputation shocked many people.

Indeed, in the Dagan Dynasty, the title of Marquis Wu Wen was higher than that of some princes. The two pillars of the court were Yang Tuo, the King of Divine Power, and Hong Xuanji, the Marquis Wu Wen.

However, when these young men's eyes were officially put on Hong Yi and looked at them for a few times, they realized that he was not a direct descendant, but a low-ranking concubine.

So everyone's expressions changed slightly, and Hong Yi obviously felt that there was something about disdain.

"I heard that Miss Su Mu is very good at talking about Xuan. Brother Yi, you have profound mystic principles. You will be very popular later. I will make things difficult for this number one talented woman in Yujing. That's interesting."

After Luo Yun introduced Hong Yi, his eyes turned around, nodded with the folding fan in his hand, pouted his mouth, and said to Hong Yi.

"This princess is not jealous. Although she is the number one talented woman in Yujing, her status cannot be compared with you." Hong Yi smiled in his heart when he heard Luo Yun's words, and heard a little sour smell.

However, Luo Yun was jealous or not in his heart. Hong Yi was just guessing, but the people around him were jealous.

The object of jealousy is Hong Yi.

A young man wearing light silver silk stood up and said to Hong Yi: "In the past, we only attended the Litang meeting, but today there was a young master from the Marquis Wu Wen's family. It was really lively. But Miss Su Mu has not come yet. I think everyone is bored. Why don't you come to some small games to pass the time? I wonder if Mr. Yi is interested in participating?"

"Of course I'm interested." Hong Yi nodded, and then without waiting for these people to speak, he made an idea on his own: "What the little Marquis of Changle said is that he really has to pass the time. However, today's meeting is in such an elegant place as Sanhualou. Why not everyone have a poetry meeting, starting with one person and talking to each person, and not taking it well, or not taking it down, and what if you are punished?"

"Poetry Meeting?"

The young man wearing light silver silk was stunned, but he did not expect that Hong Yi not only did not frighten, but also tried to take the initiative to propose the content of the mini-game.

This young man just now introduced that he was the eldest son of Changle Marquis, who was obviously the leader among these young men, and they all called him the young Marquis Changle.

Seeing Hong Yi's calm and literary style, the little Marquis Changle frowned.

He just wanted to see Princess Buguan Zhennan's attitude towards Hong Yi, and stood up to borrow the idea of ​​the game to expose Hong Yi's face.

"Poetry will not be good." The little Marquis Changle stared at Hong Yi's eyes and shook his head: "I have done a great job in founding the country with martial arts. Now, although the country's fortune is prosperous and the literary style is gradually rising, but we princes and children should not lose their roots. Although poetry is elegant, it has nothing to do with national fortunes. Talking about poetry and lyrics is just a trick by cartilage literati. Scholars with a little bit of ambition are all civil and military. If we don't hold poetry meetings, how about playing snaking? "

"Playing with cum sound?" Hong Yi glanced in his eyes.

"Wu Wen Hou was a great military achievement and his force was powerful all over the world." The little Marquis of Changle looked at Hong Yi, "Who doesn't know that more than 20 years ago, when the emperor was still a prince, he went to the battlefield to fight and was trapped by the cavalry of the "Iron Futu" of the Yunmeng Empire in Qingshakou Qingsha Mountain. Wu Wen Hou singlely fought into the enemy and rescued the emperor. He fought with two horses and went into the mountains. He went into nine and went out. Later, the horses were killed in battle. The marquis was injured by hundreds of swords, guns and arrows, but he still carried the emperor out of the siege. I wonder how much has this kind of heroic loyalty and righteousness passed down? Could it be that Mr. Hong was left with only poetry and romance?"

"Young Master Hong also has a ring on his hand. He didn't learn from those cartilage literati to buy bows and put them in the study, just pretend that he is really proficient in bows and horses, and he is both civil and military."

The Minister of Rites Wang Gongzi burst into laughter, and the young masters around him burst into laughter.

"What the little marquis said is very true." Hong Yi's eyes shrank, "Let's play with the ejaculation."

"We have to bet a little bet when playing the Shooting Game." The little Marquis of Changle clapped his hands, and immediately the people around him brought a bow and arrow and set up a leather red painted arrow target on the ground a hundred steps away in the yard.

Then, a noble slave led a horse with a length of ten feet and a dark red body, and a fur-like cloud like a fire. The horse was extraordinary and handsome, and at first glance it was a horse that ran thousands of miles a day.

"Fire Rome?" Hong Yi saw it and knew that the horse was a horse from the Kingdom of Fire. When he ran, his mane fluttered like a fire cloud. It was easy to get a thousand gold, but it was hard to find a horse.

"This is my bet. I wonder what bet Brother Hong is?" The little Marquis Changle looked at Hong Yi, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Guard, bring my sword." At this moment, Princess Luo Yun clapped her hands, and a guard immediately gave her a sword with a shark-skinned sheath.

Luo Yun pulled out the sword, and the sunlight was reflected, dazzlingly shining. The sword was filled with cloud patterns like chrysanthemums, and the tip of the sword was almost bleeding when he looked at it.

"This sword is called 'Shawk', which is only expensive than the Fire Roma of the Little Marquis of Changle. I saw that Hong Yi was out in a hurry today and didn't bring a bet, so I would lend it to him for the time being. Otherwise, if he had no bets, he would not be able to play the game, and I would not be able to watch the fun. What a pity."

Luo Yun returned the sword to the sheath and handed it to Hong Yi, bang! He opened the folding fan and shook it quickly.
Chapter completed!