After being pulled by Xiao Nianhe, Song Zhi could not stand up immediately. At this moment, the other heroes were already drinking tea. It was out of place to stand up, so he had to sit down.

Song Zhi looked at Xiao Nianhe with a little blame. Isn’t this causing me to offend others?

The prince did not stop the movements in his hand because Song Zhi had not stood up. The displeasure flashed in his eyes. He pretended not to see it and raised the teacup and drank it all. He spread one hand and asked knowingly:

"I don't know this person is..."

Seeing the prince asking on his own initiative, Song Zhi bowed and responded:

"Song Zhi, the Minister of Rites, please see His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Ministry of Rites?" The prince pretended to be astonished and blurted out:

"I remember that Li Yifan, a talented man from the White Horse Academy, had a very high voice. I didn't know that there was a Mr. Song who was not revealed. However, this also shows that I am very lucky that there are many talents in Dayuan."

These words are sarcastic and implicit, and Li Yifan insists on mentioning that Song Zhi is not from the right way of his official career.

After saying that, he secretly observed Xiao Nianhe's face, but found that Xiao Nianhe just turned his head and looked at Song Zhi, with no turbulence in his expression.

On the contrary, Emperor Wencheng behind him glanced at him.

Song Zhi naturally realized the meaning of the prince's words. Li Yifan was convinced and what else do you want me to do, so he responded neither humble nor arrogantly:

"I will not hide it from the Crown Prince. I have privately communicated with Li Yifan, and I am a little better than that."

The prince naturally had heard of this news from Cao Shu. He closed his eyes and nodded without comment. He sat down and asked casually:

"Since Song Yuanwailang has such a literary talent, I want to know who you are studying under. You might as well say it and let everyone here admire you."

These words stumped Song Zhi.

What should I say, say that the teacher is... Chinese textbook?

"Brother, you have lived in the deep palace for a long time and kept a low profile. You don't know what happened outside, and this is normal."

At this time, Xiao Nianhe spoke to relieve Song Zhi, and said calmly as he hit the table:

"Song Yuanwailang's master may be just a hermit in the mountains. Besides, since his father made such a decision, he naturally had the intention of his father. Are you trying to make his father embarrassed?"

The prince was already dissatisfied with the second prince's actions just now, and now he suddenly became angry when he heard this.

He glanced at Emperor Wencheng without a trace, and found that Emperor Wencheng's expression was as usual and replied:

"Of course, I can't compare to my second brother. It's fine if you go to the palace gate without authorization. I heard that you were traveling far away from Beijing before the birthday party, so I don't know where my second brother went."

When Xiao Nianhe heard the prince's words, his eyes finally changed slightly because he realized that Emperor Wencheng was looking at him.

As a prince, he could not leave the capital without authorization. During this trip, he just said that he wanted to go out to relax. His father had been cultivating in Hongyou Hall. He didn't know that he had been out for nearly two months and went directly to the city in the south.

"He'er, where have you been leaving Beijing this time?"

Emperor Wencheng's tone was a little heavy, and even Song Zhi could hear the displeasure in his tone.

"I'm asking my father, I want to find a birthday gift for my father, so I went south to the south of the Yangtze River, which is rich in resources." Xiao Nianhe responded without changing his expression.

Song Zhi blinked at Xiao Nianhe's back, and he knew that Xiao Nianhe was lying.

Is it because I haven't got the Jade Pearl?

Emperor Wencheng snorted coldly. He could hear that there was a falsehood in Xiao Nianhe's words. When he was about to have an attack, Princess Yuan Jing, who was standing beside him, hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes and said softly:

"Dad, these heroes are here, so don't scold your second brother."

When Emperor Wencheng heard the princess say this, he looked at Xiao Nianhe with dissatisfaction and then withdrew his gaze and waved:

“Continue to play music.”

As the pleasant sound of silk and bamboo sounded again, the palace maids also walked in with delicacies in order outside the tea palace, and half-kneeled beside everyone.

“Have work and work.”

The palace maid cared about the long sleeves for Song Zhi. Song Zhi felt as if he had fallen into the sea in a trance, and hurriedly said that he would be fine if he came.

Enjoying the thoughtful service of the palace maids beside me and looking at the exquisite dishes in front of me, the reception banquet also began.

After experiencing the confrontation between the prince and the second prince just now, everyone was eating quietly. It was not until Emperor Wencheng asked questions that he answered one by one and introduced himself in panic.

As Song Zhi expected, they were basically young masters with family backgrounds.

The music around him was gradually replaced by the sad and beautiful Hulusi. The affection of the song had already appeared. The people present had not realized anything and were still tasting the delicious food.

But Song Zhi suddenly felt numb and his whole body shook subconsciously.

This...isn't this the singing of a woman in the attic in Yuanqing at that time, which seemed to be outside the long river of time, like crying, complaining, and admiring?

At this moment, it was Song Zhi's turn to introduce him, Emperor Wencheng suddenly stopped the sound, touched his goatee, closed his eyes, and his expression was intoxicated.

Everyone didn't understand the intention, so they stopped the bowls and chopsticks in their hands, waiting for Emperor Wencheng to speak again.

After a while, Emperor Wencheng finally opened his eyes, and his fingers gently circled around him, asking:

"Do you know what this song is?"

Everyone looked at each other, some looked confused, and some were in deep thought. Finally, Princess Yuan Jing spoke:

"I, I, I know."

Princess Yuan Jing volunteered to kneel up and said with her chin:

"This song is called [Fujing]. Father, are you right?"

Emperor Wencheng smiled and touched her head, then turned his head and asked, "That's right, is there any of you scholars who can tell me about the origin of this song? I have a reward."

After a brief silence, the gentle and gentle young man beside Song Zhi, who was not a princeling, poked his head out and asked tentatively:

"Your Majesty, I have taken the liberty to guess that this song is the legacy of the fallen country of the ancient Taichu country."

Emperor Wencheng laughed loudly when he heard this, and then nodded as his default.

Cao Shu tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Brother Lu, is there anything special about this song?"

This Junjie, named Lu Chun, saw the other people looking forward to him and explained:

"I also see a historical book that said that when the ancient Taichu Kingdom was destroyed, a memorial song was circulated. It was written by the music god of Taichu Kingdom at that time, and played with Hulusi. Its sound is so sad that it makes people feel unforgettable."

"So I heard the sad music and the tips from His Majesty and the princess, and then I felt sure in my heart."

Cao Shu and others suddenly showed a sudden enlightenment, and the princes were calm. It was probably not the first time they heard this song.

Only Song Zhi still frowned slightly, for some reason...

He always felt that this song was very familiar. This feeling had already appeared in the last time the beauty's tears mist, which was so strange.

Emperor Wencheng quietly observed Song Zhi's reaction, slowly sat upright, lowered his tone and said:

"Actually, behind this song..."

"There is another story."
Chapter completed!