After thinking about it, Zhou Ji and Fan Xian relaxed and laughed while pointing at each other's slightly haggard faces.

The poetry gathering in Prince Jing's Mansion can be said to be the most lively social occasion in Kyoto.

The prince was good at literature and would often hold poetry gatherings, but after all, the prince's position was involved, so those who attended were only disciples with clear goals. There were many literati, but the female relatives of each house did not like it very much.

Prince Jing was different. Although he was the younger brother of His Majesty the Emperor, he had always aspired to be a wealthy and leisurely king. When the prince held poetry gatherings, he did not care about the family, even the prince's disciples were invited.

Without the separation between the family and the court, they could only talk about love and romance. Naturally, the female relatives of various palaces in Kyoto also liked the poetry gathering at Prince Jing's palace.

Zhou Ji and Fan Xian came together and saw a long queue at the door of Prince Jing's Mansion from a distance. Prince Jing's crown prince Li Hongcheng was standing at the door as if he was waiting for someone.

Fan Ruoruo was thinking smartly and frowned: "Yesterday, my brother and the prince's disciples had a confrontation in the street. Today, the second prince's good friend, Prince Jing, personally greeted him at the door. He probably wanted to use this poetry meeting to recruit his brother."

"What does it have to do with me that these two brothers are fighting over the family property?" Fan Xian curled his lips and said, "I'm just here to find my chicken-leg girl, and I don't care about anything else."

Zhou Ji looked funny, but didn't say anything.

During yesterday's conversation, he had some reservations. He only explained that he had time-traveled from 2012 and did not tell Fan Xian about "Celebrating More Than Years". Anyway, the current world was different from the novel in his memory. Concealing the truth would be harmful to Fan Xian.

That's not necessarily a bad thing.

"Sister Ruoruo." Li Hongcheng couldn't help but look happy when he saw Fan's carriage approaching. He greeted Fan Ruoruo, glanced from the sword box on Zhou Ji's shoulder, and landed on Fan Xian, smiling, "I must have

Is this Young Master Fan Xian?"

"This is your first visit, so I have prepared a few gifts for you." Fan Xian was even more enthusiastic than Li Hongcheng. He took a few packages from Teng Zijing and stuffed them into Li Hongcheng's hand without any explanation. "This package is candied fruit.

This is sucrose, I don’t know what seasoning this is, you can try it yourself.”

Li Hongcheng didn't know how to respond for a moment. Before he could say what the second prince asked him to convey, he saw Fan Xian stuffing two more bags of things into his mouth.

"By the way, I brought you two bags of persimmons on the way. You are the Crown Prince, so these persimmons are considered destined."

Li Hongcheng couldn't help but laugh. He understood that the other party was trying to block him, so he gave up his thoughts and turned sideways to guide: "Master Fan, please."

Entering the hall, the seats are separated by thin gauze curtains. On one side are two rows of young talents, and on the other side are shadowy figures. I think they are all talented women from Kyoto.

Fan Ruoruo saw a few familiar sisters and gestured to Fan Xian: "Brother, the girls in the poetry club are sitting over there today, so I'll go over first."

After saying that, he slightly lowered his body towards Zhou Ji, turned around and left.

Zhou Ji glanced around at the young talents present, found an empty seat in a remote place and sat down, watching with great interest these talented people from Kyoto who were "showing their saints in front of others".

"Speaking of which, I haven't participated in a poetry club yet, but I have been to a sorority party a few times... You go find your chicken-leg girl, I'll join in the fun here."

Zhou Ji sent Fan Xian away and happily picked up the food on the table to eat.

Fan Xian cursed Zhou Ji for being unloyal, but he did not force Zhou Ji to follow him. After all, there were only female relatives on the other side of the curtain, and he himself knew that it would be a violation of etiquette to just rush in.

The weather today is nice, the wind is sunny, and Zhou Ji stayed up all night last night. After listening to some sour remarks for a while, his curiosity gradually faded away, and he even felt a little sleepy after yawning.

This intellectual battle is not as interesting as the scolding of the king of thieves.

It's like "I dreamed of Leizhou Road, and I'm going through this again. It must be because the mountain people ask for high prices, and sometimes laugh at themselves...", and "The wine glass is thick, a gourd of spring beauty makes the young man drunk, a gourd of wine weighs heavy flowers..."

"Also, "All the people in Dongyi are scattered, but the people in Laiyousi are still mature..."

Poetry is subjective literature. Unless the gap is too big, no one will accept the other. When two poems are put together, they basically compliment each other for a few words, and then let it go.

I think back on the Thieves King Conference, when the eight kings of thieves fought against each other, it was a wonderful event.

Of course, the most exciting part has to be the process in which he defeated the others with just one hand and won the undisputed title of leader and title of Thief Saint.

Zhou Ji sipped his sake and ignored the noise in the venue.

The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are whistling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Nagisa. The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. The sad autumn of thousands of miles is often a guest, and a hundred years of illness only comes on stage. Hardship and hardship hate the frost on the temples, and the downturn and new turbidity have stopped.

Wine glass.

Poems are good poems. If elementary, middle, and high schools are required to "recite and write the full text", can they not be good poems?

Zhou Ji listened to the exclamations one after another, and couldn't help but feel a little exhausted. He picked up the sword box beside him and staggered out of the hall. As soon as he arrived in the courtyard, he saw a man sitting in the pavilion in the center of the courtyard, cross-legged.

Sit down, burn incense and read quietly.

Zhou Ji stopped.

He stopped not because he wanted to stop, but because there was a sword pointed at him, with its edge sharp and murderous intent hidden.

Looking closely, there was a man standing next to him, holding a sword in both hands and looking proud.

Zhou Ji knew that the sword pointed at him just now was this person. He combined the sword with the sword and the man into one. He thought this was Xie Bi'an, the ninth-grade swordsman in Kyoto.

The second prince closed the red building and recited: "The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times. The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze."

We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times can be laughed at and talked about."

"Compared to Fan Xian's song "A sad autumn is often a guest in thousands of miles, and a hundred years of illness makes the stage alone." I still like your song Linjiang Xian better."

The second prince lifted the side of Liu Hai's face, making Zhou Ji feel chilly.

Why does this thing look so much like an alpaca?

"The second prince is ridiculous. This poem was written by Yang Shen. I just recited it for him." Zhou Ji was not doubtful that the second prince knew this poem. After all, walls have ears. What kind of news can be heard in a place like Yishiju?

It may be spread.

"Do you know this king?" The second prince secretly wrote down the name Yang Shen and asked curiously.

Zhou Ji shook his head, looked at the swordsman beside the second prince, and said with a smile: "I have heard of him."

"Ninth-grade swordsman Xie Bian."

Xie Bi'an's eyes narrowed and fell on the sword box Zhou Ji was carrying. His intuition told him that the man in front of him was dangerous, extremely dangerous.

"It seems that you are also a swordsman. Do you want to fight with him?" The second prince learned the general information about Zhou Ji through intelligence yesterday. He looked at the sword box Zhou Ji was carrying and then at Xie Bian.

joked.

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard condensed.

At this time, a heartless young man walked towards the kitchen from the direction of the kitchen with a silly smile on his face.

The long sword was unsheathed, and a flash of light flashed across Zhou Ji's eyes. The target was not Zhou Ji but the young man who was about to enter the courtyard.

Fan Xian was still looking at his left hand stupidly. This was his wife... No, it was the hand that his wife had held. Rouyi's warmth lingered in his heart, and he saw it before he could react.

A bit of cold light approached his throat.

Fan Xian grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand and pushed him sideways to take three steps back. Just as he was about to take action again, he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the courtyard.

"Let him in."
Chapter completed!