The young man who made the provocative words was about 28 or 29 years old. He was dressed in rich clothes and had a half-smile on his face.

Xu Xi seemed unwilling to see Pei Yue fall into a conflict as soon as he arrived, so he stood between the two of them and said with a smile: "Pei Hou, this is Jia Heng, courtesy name Liang Dao. He is very good at calligraphy and painting, and his temperament is straightforward and informal. Liang.

Brother Dao, although I know you have no ill intentions, what you just said is unavoidably biased. As everyone knows, Pei Hou once wrote two Lingzhou poems, and these two poems alone are worthy of being honored at today's literary conference."

Jia Heng was not tall, so he slightly raised his head and looked at Pei Yue, who was now about 1.8 meters tall, and said sarcastically: "Of course I know those two Lingzhou poems, but I have also heard that the Marquis of Zhongshan never dared

I admit that it was my own doing, and I have repeatedly used the name of the maid in the palace in the past. It seems that I am a villain with the heart of a gentleman, and the Marquis of Zhongshan regards the name as dirt, which is far beyond the comparison of ordinary people like us."

The interior of the Mingtang was uniquely designed, similar to the architectural layout that Pei Yue had seen at the Huanqiu Altar on the outskirts of Xingliang Mansion. It could amplify people's voices. In addition, Jia Heng's voice was not soft, so these very vicious words reached the audience.

In the ears of some people, a lot of scrutiny was immediately focused on Pei Yue.

The meaning of what Jia Heng said is simple. The first is to express that Pei Yue deceives the world and steals his reputation. Basically, the hall is full of well-known literati. The most disdainful thing is the kind of plagiarists. The second is to further slander Pei Yue's character. If

Just copy him

For the sake of his status as the Northern Liang envoy, the literati in the hall might be able to laugh it off. But Pei Yue chose to use such specious excuses to dress up as an elegant scholar like a wandering cloud and wild crane, which is even more disturbing.

Unbearable.

Not to mention that Pei Yue, as a junior whom Wuxun of Beiliang and Hou Guliang of Guangping regarded as their nephew, beat the disciples of Zhou generals to a pulp outside the gate of Sifang Hall. How could these literati in the hall, who had always believed in loyalty to the emperor and country, treat him?

Have a good look.

It's just that if Jia Heng hadn't provoked this, the hostility to Pei Yue in the Mingtang would not have appeared so quickly.

Pei Yue looked at Jia Heng condescendingly and said calmly: "It turns out that he is Jia Liangdao, who was born in the Jia family in Pingling."

Jia Heng snorted softly and said, "I'm just the one below, what advice does the Marquis of Zhongshan have?"

Pei Yue said: "It's not about giving advice. It's just that I suddenly remembered that I had heard an allusion, which happened to be related to your Excellency."

Xu Xixi was stunned for a moment, and Jia Heng also asked slightly unnaturally: "What allusion?"

Pei Yue looked around and saw that many people couldn't help but show curious expressions, so he smiled slightly and said: "Brother Jia is now well-known, and he has repeatedly stated that he does not want to become an official. He has always been praised for his straightforwardness. It's just that you participated in the imperial examination and cheated.

No, it involves hundreds of students who are not destined for fame and fame. I wonder if you have ever felt a little bit guilty in these years?"

"Nonsense!" Jia Heng's face suddenly turned red and he argued loudly: "That's because someone framed me. How can you talk nonsense if you don't know the details?"

Pei Yue said "Oh" and said calmly: "I see, so your country's court has wronged Jia Caizi? Don't worry, although I am from Liang, I have always wanted to fight against injustice. I will decide in a few days."

I will ask to see your Majesty and try my best to clear your grievances."

Jia Heng was speechless, his eyes full of anger, mixed with a bit of fear.

If it were in the past, he would definitely treat that old incident with caution, but Pei Yue's counterattack made him temporarily lose his mind and then fall into the other party's verbal trap. Now he can't argue at all. If he insists on holding on, he will be

If someone framed someone, that would undoubtedly be an accusation of injustice in front of Liang people, but if he admitted that what the other party said was true, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

When he was in a dilemma, Xu Churong said: "Pei Hou, over there is the seat I prepared in advance. Would you like to take a seat?"

Pei Yue turned to look at the girl, his eyes telling her straightforwardly, "For your sake, please spare him this time."

Xu Churong could only lower his head and whisper: "Thank you."

The two of them then walked towards the seats on the east side of the hall.

Xu Xi raised his hand and patted Jia Heng's shoulder with a sad look in his eyes, and said softly: "Take your seat first."

He was not surprised by Pei Yue's sharp words, because he had long heard it from Xu Ziping and Xu Churong. This Liang nobleman not only had outstanding military exploits, but also had excellent eloquence. He had repeatedly defeated his political opponents at the Northern Liang Dynasty meetings.

He was speechless. What he was really worried about was Pei Yue's understanding of Dazhou's internal affairs. He could instantly recall all Jia Heng's secrets just by using a name. How terrifying this was.

In other words, Pei Yue had a thorough understanding of all the forces in the Zhou Dynasty.

Furthermore, he even knew that the Xu family in Qinghe was personally close to the Jia family in Pinling, so he pretended to give Xu Churong some face. You must know that the Jia family in Pingling was not a Nandu family, but a wealthy family born and raised in the south. It was difficult for ordinary people to

Know the true relationship between the two families.

Xu Xi thought about this and became more and more curious about the reason why Pei Yue came to attend the cultural gathering. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel hesitant. Seeing the other party's calm and calm posture, was it necessary to forcefully arouse this person's anger?

It's just that the situation in Mingtang is obviously beyond his control, and it's still possible that it would be his father Xu Huiyan.

When he just came in, Pei Yue had already discovered that the layout of Mingtang was very similar to that of Qingyun Pavilion. It was also a typical meal sharing system, where each person could enjoy it freely. His position was in the front half of the east section, and on the right were several elderly scholars.

On the left is Xu Churong.

According to the flow of literary conferences over the years, today's first banquet is an occasion for literati to get acquainted with each other, and it is far from formal and solemn. The poetry conference, literary criticism, literary theory, and debate in the next few days are the main topic. Logically speaking, the Mingtang

The atmosphere inside should be relaxed and peaceful, and it will become more lively and noisy after the banquet begins.

However, because of Pei Yue's presence, the atmosphere always seemed stagnant, and even those talented people with wild nature could clearly feel it.

Suddenly someone said: "I dare to ask Pei Hou, now that Zhou and Liang have become friendly neighbors, and there is even more joy in the marriage between the princess of our dynasty and the prince of your country, the grievances of the past should be put aside. Should your country return the three cities of Jiangling to our dynasty?"

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As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell into silence.

Pei Yue looked around and saw an old man with white hair diagonally opposite, holding a wine cup in his right hand and looking at him indifferently.

Xu Churong said softly: "He is Mr. Zhang Ji, a great scholar of our dynasty. His courtesy name is Derong and his name is Lichuan Jushi."

Pei Yue turned his head and smiled at her. This smile was gentle and calm, which made Xu Churong confused. At the same time, he had a strange emotion in his heart. He couldn't figure out why he suddenly reminded her. Couldn't he be allowed to ask on his own?

Zhang Ji's question immediately made the atmosphere in the Mingtang tense. Everyone knew that the three cities of Jiangling had long been in the hands of Beiliang. Unless the imperial court sent troops to attack and recapture them, the north would never be surrendered.

Therefore, they dared to question Pei Yue's literary talent, but would not directly elevate the issue to the territorial dispute between the two countries. No one expected that the old Zhang Ji would be so courageous.

Pei Yue looked calm and said slowly: "What Duke De Rong said is wrong. What does the three cities of Jiangling have to do with your country?"

Although he knew that the other party would not back down in this situation, Zhang Ji did not expect that Pei Yue would be so tough. The knowledgeable old man said angrily: "That is the land of my dynasty!"

Facing scrutinizing and hostile eyes from all directions, Pei Yue raised his wine cup and gestured to Zhang Ji, smiled softly and said, "Not anymore."


Chapter completed!