Literati have always been the simplest and most complex group in the world.

They recognized that Pei Yue's words had some truth, and many of them secretly had other thoughts. Regardless of whether they entered the officialdom or not, the concept of compassion for nature and humanity is absolutely indispensable in the education received by a traditional literati. This is how they would react to Pei Yue's words.

The reason for resonance.

But from another perspective, Pei Yue stole the show at the first banquet of Donglin Literary Society today. This was obviously a result that the Southern Zhou literati could not accept. However, after seeing Pei Yue's knowledge and eloquence, these people naturally would not

Continue to tease the other party, but openly and openly attack them in another way.

Since it is a banquet, it is only right to entertain guests from afar.

Pei Yue barely had time to sit down, and there was a long queue of people toasting him at the table.

Fortunately, there are no strict rules for banquets today. In addition, literati are naturally more or less frivolous. This kind of scene will only become a good talk. Even the old scholar Zhang Ji came to join in the fun and took the initiative to serve the banquet.

The wine cup came closer.

"Old sir, it's right for the younger generation to propose a toast to you." Pei Yue said with a smile.

Zhang Ji sighed in his heart. The other person's self-proclaimed title changed from Ben Hou to Junior, which seemed like an inconspicuous change of title. His demeanor was still gentle and calm, which was enough to show that this person had a delicate heart. In fact, after Shangguan Ding said those words, Zhang Ji already understood

Pei Yue's thoughts, but he insisted on toasting with the other party, but it was not because he had treacherous thoughts in his heart, but simply because of those words.

The old man stared into Pei Yue's eyes and said with emotion: "The people are the most valuable, the country is the second most important, and the king is the least important. This is a good saying, but it comes to light. The Marquis of Zhongshan is old and old, and he may not be alive soon.

, but it is a life-long comfort to be able to hear these words. It’s just that things in this world are easier said than done, and even harder is persistence. Your Excellency holds a high and powerful position. If you can keep these words in your heart, everyone in the world will be lucky."

Pei Yue was slightly startled, looked at the other party's solemn eyes, and said seriously: "Junior, please keep this in mind."

Zhang drank all the wine in the cup, sighed softly, and walked back to his seat with the support of his family members.

Pei Yue didn't have time to express his feelings, and then came the clamor of a group of Southern Zhou literati.

While they were drinking each other, Pei Yue glanced at the thin and old figure, which seemed vaguely desolate.

At some point, Xu Churong left Pei Yue and came to Xu Xi's seat. He saw his brother staring blankly at Pei Yue who was surrounded by a group of people having a drink. He came closer and whispered: "Third brother, don't be fooled."

That guy Pei Yue was taken into the ditch."

Xu Xi drank a glass of dull wine and said leisurely: "Little sister, do you think your father is a good official?"

Xu Churong said without thinking: "Of course!"

Xu Xi said with a wistful look: "Yes, my father is a good official who can leave a name in history, but how difficult has he been in these years? The forces in the court are intertwined, including Wu Xun, relatives, Qingliu, local wealthy families and the Nandu family.

He no longer wants to fight for power, but wants to mediate

Spin, but also have to be cautious and change the status quo bit by bit, so as to give the greatest support to the Duke of Zhen and guard the defense line of Tiancang River. In fact, you may not know that people in this clan have quite a lot of criticism against their father, because he did not use the Prime Minister to

Use the power of assistant to seek more benefits for the tribe."

After saying this, Xu Churong lowered his head and said softly: "If a tree is as beautiful as the forest wind, it will be destroyed. Daddy has good intentions."

Xu Xi was silent for a moment and then shook his head and said: "It's just that it's hard to get back."

Xu Churong was extremely intelligent and said in shock: "Third brother, don't think so wildly! If you let dad know, he will definitely not be able to spare you."

Xu Xi said in a deep voice: "I didn't change my mind because of Pei Yue's words, but I was thinking about a very simple question. Even if Qinghe... marries far away from Beiliang, I can buy a few more years for Your Majesty and my father.

, can Dazhou really change the status quo? Nowadays, in this state of singing and singing every night, intoxicated and dreamy, how many people are willing to give up the money they have obtained and the pleasures they can easily get, so as to truly achieve the goal of frivolous corvee and low endowment, which is what the people want? "

He turned to look at Xu Churong and asked with a bitter smile on his face: "Of course I know that Pei Yue is using a stratagem to spread those words through the mouths of these literati today. But if his words have no effect,

Will Beiliang give up on going south?"

Xu Churong replied with difficulty: "No matter what, third brother, you can't have the idea of ​​retreating. The Xu family in Qinghe has already taken root here, how can you easily turn around? Third brother, dad has high hopes for you, and he told me personally,

I hope you can inherit the position of the head of the Xu family in the future, and you must not get into a dead end."

Xu Xi was stunned when he heard this, then lowered his head and said: "I know what my father is thinking. Little sister, you don't have to worry too much. Although the third brother is a nerd, he is not an innocent child. I understand the responsibilities I shoulder, but every time

think……"

He shook his head and refused to continue.

Xu Churong said softly: "If third brother really can't figure it out, you can find an opportunity to talk to dad."

Xu Xi nodded and drank the remaining wine in the glass.

Xu Churong looked up at Pei Yue who was surrounded by the crowd, couldn't help but wrinkled the tip of his nose and snorted softly.

The banquet lasted from noon to evening. However, to the great disappointment of the Southern Zhou literati, although Pei Yue's face had a strong color of wine, he was always sober, as if he drank water instead of wine. Some people

I secretly sighed in my heart, if what I was using today was not the soft jade pot spring, but the domineering and fierce Pingjiang Shuangzheng, I am afraid that the Marquis of Beiliang would have been knocked down long ago.

Shangguan Ding, the Minister of Rites, who was sitting on the throne, looked calm, except for the occasional hint of worry in his eyes.

Although he eliminated most of the impact of Pei Yue's remarks in time, when these scholars wake up, they may still reconsider it. However, these people have a special status and cannot be suppressed by official means. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Did Your Majesty and the First Assistant expect this scene?

I'm afraid no one would have thought that a warrior could say such inciting words.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Ding disliked Pei Yue, a cunning Liang man, even more, so he winked at his subordinates nearby.

Pei Yue didn't know how much he had drunk. Anyway, he accepted everyone who came. His cheeks were already red, but his eyes were still clear.

"Marquis Pei, I would like to thank you, Di Yun, the chief guest of the Ministry of Etiquette, for a thin noodle." A young official came to Pei Yue and said with a smile.

Pei Yue glanced at his full wine cup, smiled and said, "Please."

Di Yun was overjoyed. He raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. After Pei Yue also finished his drink, he said respectfully: "Today is the first banquet of the literary meeting. There are few excellent works and chapters. Just now, dozens of poems have been published."

.Pei Hou once wrote two poems of outstanding literary talent, which my official loved to read often. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to get another one today?"

"Yes, please don't refuse, Marquis Zhongshan."

"I often hear people say that Marquis Pei deceives the world and steals his name. Today, at the literary meeting, it is time to correct his name!"

"The Marquis of Zhongshan will not get drunk after a thousand cups, and his capacity for drinking is amazing. I admire him very much, but I don't know if I have enough energy to write poetry again?"

…

Looking at the Southern Zhou literati with different expressions around him, Pei Yue knew their thoughts well.

They may admit that there is some truth in what they say, but after all, they do not want a Liang person to dominate the cultural society. However, he has easily resolved the difficulties he has repeatedly faced, and in the end they can only regain their place in these minutiae.

Or maybe, some people just want to prove that they are a liar.

Pei Yue looked at Shangguan Ding who was sitting on the main seat in the distance, raised his wine cup to him, and said loudly: "Since you are so kind, I will just make a random joke to express my feelings."

"Please!" everyone said in unison.

Pei Yue looked at the people in front of him one by one, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword, and I dreamed of the trumpet blowing company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, fifty strings were beating outside the Great Wall, and the soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield."

As soon as Shangque came out, the huge Mingtang became quiet. Shangguan Ding frowned, and Xu Xi and Xu Churong slowly stood up.

Pei Yue smiled and walked out.

His energetic voice echoed in the hall.

"The horse is so fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. It has solved the king's world affairs and won him fame both in life and in life. This pity happened in vain!"

Time passed quietly.

Pei Yue walked out of the bright hall alone and looked up at the dim sky. Feng Yi, who was waiting in the distance, immediately came up with his own soldiers.

"Let's go back and rest until our old friend comes to visit." Pei Yue said softly.

Feng Yi understood, stepped forward and held Pei Yue's arm, and the group walked towards the residence to the east.

There was still silence in the Mingtang. The literati looked at the door with shocked expressions on their faces.

After a long time, Zhang's aged and slightly tired voice sounded: "Good words."


Chapter completed!