After Su Ziji walked a few steps, he heard a few scholars talking about the romantic affairs not far away. The few people talked the most, "Qin Master".

"Master Qin?" As he was talking about the people who were in high spirits, he suddenly heard someone beside him surprised, but they didn't care.

"I wonder who is the Qin Master you are talking about?" the man asked again.

Who is so uninteresting? Several scholars were a little impatient. One of them turned around and planned to do it perfunctorily. But when he turned his head, he saw a young scholar with a very graceful look at him with a smile. The expression on the face of the scholar stopped and became surprised.

Literati have many face-control, and they like beauties. They are very handsome and look up to them.

In the past, there were even people who only looked at their appearance and insisted on marrying their daughter. This happened to be a high-ranking official.

The juren who turned around and looked over was no exception, and his tone was gentle: "Brother, you are a little bit wise. Are you a new juren who came to Beijing to prepare for the exam next year?"

The person in front of me looked really young, looking less than twenty years old, wearing Juren's clothes, this should be the name of having a Juren's fame. I have never heard of such a young and graceful Juren in the capital, but it is not surprising that he had just arrived in the capital.

Su Ziji smiled and said, "That's right, so he doesn't know much about the matter in the capital. I just heard you mention everyone Qin, and I was a little curious. Did you disturb me?"

"How could it be?" The disciple felt a good impression and hurriedly said, "It is a fate to come to the literary meeting. If you have any trouble, do you want to disturb me?"

"Besides, I'm just talking casually. As for everyone in Qin... she is a famous prostitute in Wanhualou, and if she wants to meet her, she needs at least ten taels of silver. If she listens to her song, she needs thirty taels. If she wants to be her guest, it depends on whether she can see it. She is not a prince or a prince. If she writes lyrics, she is afraid that few of her will be able to do it. However, her talent is indeed extraordinary. Just a piano can make her skills worse in the capital."

Su Ziji was not interested in this matter and only used this topic to get along with others.

He nodded and showed surprise as expected: "It seems that everyone in Qin is indeed amazing."

"Yes, so it's a pity that I couldn't invite her in today's Wenju. I thought she could come." The lord shook his head and sighed.

After saying that, he looked at Su Ziji again: "Brother, haven't asked you what you call me yet?"

"Don't have your surname Su." Su Ziji replied.

"Brother Su Xian, my surname is Chen. How old are you? You don't dislike me. You can call me Brother Chen." Juren Chen said.

Su Ziji bowed: "Brother Chen."

Juren Chen warmly invited me: "I am going to the second floor, why don't I go with me with me? The people upstairs are afraid that they are talking about the recent things. I think my brother Su is good at being good, and may be able to talk about it."

Su Ziji didn't want to go there, although this Qianqi Lake literary meeting was mostly attended by a student who had just arrived in the capital, but if he met an acquaintance, he would be a little embarrassed.

But as soon as he heard that the people above were discussing the recent incident, Su Ziji changed his attention: "Then it's better to obey your orders than respect."

Bo Yan was about to follow, and Su Ziji shook his head slightly. Bo Yan could only wait downstairs, his ears were moving, listening to the movements, and adapting to the situation.

Su Ziji followed Chen Juren to the stairs and saw six elegant seats on the second floor. The tung oil floor was clean and isolated with a screen. He faintly saw a large case with pen, ink, paper and ink. Chen Juren had already pushed open the door and entered, smiling: "You are discussing it lively!"

There were a few tables inside, and there were more than a dozen picks sitting in the same place. When they approached, they were discussing the "Dai Wang".

Then he heard someone stand up and say loudly: "Although King Dai is a bit tough, it depends on who he is aimed at. For what, King Dai deals with some lustful temples. The lustful temples have been entrenched in the capital for a long time and have a lot of believers. If you don't use thunder means, how can you eradicate the cancer?"

Su Ziji never expected that when he came up, a juren spoke to him. He immediately looked up and saw that he was a juren with poor appearance. He was dressed half-new and not old, but clean and neat. After hesitating, he listened to someone talking on the other side.

This man was a young man of 27 or 28 years old, elegant and generous, shaking a plain paper fan, and was slow: "What Brother Liu said is right. Since ancient times, the punishment rules can be light or heavy, and only the current affairs can be taken."

"The lewd temple has been entrenched in the capital for a long time, and it is a great disaster. If you don't need to pay heavy punishment, how can you cure it? The so-called corrective must be corrected first. Even if there are pros and cons, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages."

"Otherwise, if you use heavy rituals in troubled times, there will be no weapons in the lewd temples, but you can slowly draw them. Now it is so cruel that you can kill people and search your houses at any time, for fear of harming the harmonious aura of prosperity."

Several of them were all Juren, and they were both praised and criticized. As Su Ziji listened to this, he asked, "Who is the King of Dai you are talking about?"

Everyone was surprised and Juren Chen hurriedly explained: "Brother Su has just arrived in the capital."

Oh, so that's it.

Only then did everyone understand that outside the capital, they might not know what happened in the capital and what was public opinion.

Everyone understood, and Juren Liu smiled and said, "I'm new here too. I've only been in Beijing for half a month. I'm here in Beijing in advance to prepare for the exam. I guess you are the first time you have participated in the literary gathering, right? If you come to Beijing, if you are new to Beijing, you will definitely know Daming of the Dai Wang. This is a chivalrous prince."

"It's right to be chivalrous, but the prince is a nobleman of Tianhuang, a dragon son and grandson, and what he wants is not just chivalrous."

Several juren started arguing again, and Bo Yan was far away from the downstairs. After using his ear skills, he could hear the conversations upstairs. Although these scholars had argued, most of them praised the King of Dai, and they couldn't help but feel honored.

"The king is now famous!" he thought to himself.

Su Ziji listened to their quarrel and pondered secretly. It seemed that Wenxin Diaolong was indeed very effective, and his reputation had become deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Of course, some people are understandable.

Just as he thought, a sound rang out: "Brother Su?"

Looking in the sound, I saw a young man coming over and looking at him with a smile.

Su Ziji looked at this person and felt familiar. The young man said, "Don't you remember me? I am Cao Yiyan."

Cao Yiyan and Su Ziji's surprise are so shocked that although the young man's appearance has not changed much, his face and temperament have changed a lot. If he had not mentioned it on his own initiative, Su Ziji might not have been able to remember it.

Cao Yiyan didn't seem to know that he had become the King of Dai, so she came over and asked, "Brother Su looks radiant, but have he become rich?"

This is a joke, and Su Ziji casually said: "So are you, are you rich?"

The eyes met, and for a moment, both of them laughed.

Not far away was Cao Yiyan's aide, looking at Su Ziji more than ten steps, and frowned.

Cao Yiyan seemed to have just met by chance. After saying a few words to Su Ziji, she walked aside and talked to others. The staff took the opportunity to come over and whisper. Cao Yiyan also frowned slightly, and then let go: "Why are you so troublesome? Then let's go."

When Cao Yiyan's servant went downstairs, Taoist Buyuan Ye came back and saw it and frowned immediately.

"Young Master."

But now I was not thinking about it carefully, Shenshen looked at the two of them who had already walked away. The Ye Taoist went upstairs and whispered to Su Ziji about his experiences.

"Lord, many people have heard of the reputation of the young master and are generally praised."

It was at least five years of hard work. Su Ziji was about to speak, but when he glanced at him, he saw a juren who seemed to be drunk and staggered over.
Chapter completed!