As soon as these words came out, Guxia Pavilion became silent for a moment.
No one expected that Chen Ju would step forward to stop him, which shocked everyone.
Following Chen Ju's voice, several companions stood beside him and shouted coldly: "This is Daliang, not your Dayan. If you want to enter Guxia Pavilion, we will naturally welcome you."
After a pause, his voice raised an octave: "But! Put down the blade! Otherwise, please get out of Guxia Pavilion, we don't welcome you!"
Zhu Youde's eyes suddenly lit up in the private room on the second floor. He looked at Chen Ju standing in front of the Dayan warrior and nodded with satisfaction.
I, Daliang, still have fighting spirit!
But when Zhu Youde looked at the other people present, he frowned.
Except for a few people who were close friends with Chen Ju, everyone else was evasive and had no intention of standing up and blaming him.
In their eyes, Zhu Youde saw no fighting spirit!
"Hand over the blade? It is the custom of our Dayan warriors to carry the blade with us. Don't you understand?" Your Excellency took a step forward and said.
Four or five warriors behind him followed the leading warrior and also took a step forward, full of anger and looking ferocious.
"Customs? Dayan's customs are not applicable in our Daliang!" Chen Ju stood on the ring, pointed at the noble master and said: "Hand over the blade, or get out of Guxia Pavilion."
"What if we don't! I have to enter Guxia Pavilion today. Look at you guys, the so-called literary society." The Dayan warrior has no intention of giving in. It seems that he is determined to enter Guxia Pavilion.
Chen Ju's expression changed, the corner of his mouth twitched, he pointed at the dozens of Daliang students behind him, and said: "Then ask the Daliang students behind me if they agree! Ask the Daliang people behind me if they agree! Ask
Ask the steward of Guxia Pavilion if he agrees!"
A voice shocked the warriors of Dayan.
When did this guy from Daliang become so courageous?
When encountering this kind of situation before, didn't everyone from Daliang give in?
The leading warrior looked at the students behind him and suddenly showed a mocking smile.
"Haha, then look at the student behind you!"
Chen Ju turned around swornly. He thought that the resentful student who had studied hard for more than ten years in Hanchuang, who kept saying that he wanted to be an official to serve the country, would be like him and would have a passionate fighting spirit in the face of provocation from foreigners. But little did he know.
, this group of students stood at the back timidly.
Where was the anger just now? It disappeared after being threatened?
Looking at the people who were watching, they all looked as if the matter had nothing to do with them.
Even the steward of Guxia Pavilion stood there and didn't dare to say anything.
"This, this..." Chen Ju was full of enthusiasm, but was instantly poured cold water on him.
"Hahaha, go away! Daliang is nothing more than that. In a country ruled by a foolish king, the people are also weak!"
The leading warrior looked up to the sky and laughed, pushing away the steward and sitting directly in the elegant seat in the lobby.
"Man in charge, serve food and wine!"
Zhu Youde, who was sitting on the second floor drinking tea, slammed the table so hard that the tea cup broke.
"Your Majesty, how about this old slave..." Wang Zhonghou said quickly when he saw this.
Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Youde waved his hand and rejected his proposal: "No need. Rather than driving away these warriors, I want to see if these students and even the people of Daliang have fighting spirit..."
Just as he was talking, the poetry event below began again.
"Xiang Xiu is sweet and indifferent, but deeply cares about Hao Su."
"The neighbors sent each other to Fangshan, and the soldiers left the imperial city, and they stayed in Ouyue."
"The artistic conception is far-reaching, brother, what a beautiful poem!"
"Hey, Mr. Chen is so complimentary, so complimentary..."
Listening to these poems, Zhu Youde frowned even deeper. What is this? Is this poetry? Isn't this just flattery?
I thought it was a poetry festival, but who knew it was actually a flattering "dinner".
"Hahaha, they say that the literary talent of Daliang people is great, but when I saw it today, it was nothing more than that. In my opinion, compared to me, Dayan... no, not even as good as me, Dayan!"
Mr. Dayangui continued with a face full of ridicule: "I heard that today is a poetry festival, I wonder if we can participate? Let us vulgar people also experience the literary talent of Daliang?"
"Haha, you also know that you are vulgar people? If you compete with me, Daliang, in literary talent, wouldn't you be asking for trouble?"
A student who had won several times in a row said disdainfully to the Dayan warriors: "Since you want to make yourself uncomfortable, come on! Let me teach you Dayan's knowledge!"
"Haha! Okay! I like cheerful people."
The noble prince waved his hand, and a woman dressed in red walked out of the crowd. She was about twenty years old, and her appearance could not be seen clearly with a veil, but just by looking at her figure, she could tell that she was a top beauty.
"Female? Haha, you have no one in Dayan? Are you actually looking for a woman to compete?" the student from Daliang mocked unceremoniously.
In Daliang, girls rarely go to school.
"Young master, what you said is wrong. How do you know that my daughter will definitely lose? I just watched you compete, and the poems you produced were nothing more than that..."
The veiled woman spoke softly, her voice was like mountain water, flowing through the heart and making the person listening feel itchy.
"Woman? This is to provoke Daliang!" In the private room on the second floor, the queen frowned, and she immediately understood that Dayan wanted to use the little girl to suppress Daliang.
"Come prepared..." Zhu Youde also saw something was wrong.
Sending women to fight would put them at a disadvantage. Even if Daliang won, they would still be defeated. But if Daliang lost, he would probably be mercilessly ridiculed by Dayan.
In ancient times, respecting men was a top priority.
Just as I was thinking about it, the student took the lead in asking the question.
The veiled woman thought for a few seconds and answered quickly.
"Good poem! Come on." The student continued to ask questions.
The question was asked three times, and the veiled women all answered it fluently, which shocked the students in Daliang.
This woman came out of nowhere and is so knowledgeable...
Zhu Youde looked at the veiled woman and thought to himself.
"It's time for the young lady. Sir, please listen to the question..."
The student thought for a moment and answered.
"Not bad! Continue..."
The student took a little longer to think again, but still answered the wonderful poem.
The veiled woman paused, as if she wanted to think about the topic. After a moment, she asked: "I wonder if there is a good poem to describe snow?"
The student from Daliang was slightly startled, and he actually asked the same question as himself.
The woman's answer was already considered perfect, so how could he surpass it?
The student frowned, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Same question...I'm going to lose..." Zhu Youde smiled softly. In this competition with Dayan, he actually missed the first move.
Sure enough, the student who had been thinking for a long time did not say anything, just shook his head and walked off the stage.
"Hahaha! The student from Daliang is nothing more than this! Not only did he lose to me, Dayan, he also lost to a woman! Daliang, no!"
The Dayan warrior laughed arrogantly, extremely unbridled.
But at this moment, Chen Ju actually stepped onto the ring again...