Outside Kyoto, the cold wind is howling, and the weather has become colder as it has entered winter.
Su Cheng led some officials from the Ministry of Rites and rode out of the city to greet him. He did not particularly welcome the upcoming fifth prince, and even wished that he would leave Daliang as soon as possible.
This person's purpose in coming here is impure. Shangguan Yunge is already his woman, and he will not let this person have his thoughts on Shangguan Yunge again.
Looking at the soldiers and horses not far away, Su Cheng narrowed his eyes and knew that the opponent had arrived!
At this time, the old man next to him, wearing a purple official uniform, with a thin face and a stereotyped appearance, took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Wu An, His Majesty said that you are solely responsible for this matter."
This person is Jiang Haoxuan, the Minister of Rites, who is over fifty years old and a veteran who has experienced three dynasties. Because he follows the etiquette system and is a strict person, he was named the Minister of Rites.
Although he was puzzled by the fact that the emperor asked Su Cheng to be responsible for receiving the fifth prince of Yan this time, Su Cheng was now the Duke of Wu'an, and his title was above him, so he did not dare to say anything more when he asked Su Cheng to be responsible for this matter.
Su Cheng chuckled lightly: "Mr. Jiang, I don't know much about some things in the Ministry of Etiquette. It's up to you to direct how to welcome them."
Jiang Haoxuan nodded slightly and immediately ordered: "Musicians play music and wave eight flags!"
There are also standards for greetings. For example, when welcoming the emperor, there are usually twelve flags. The prince and queen have ten flags. When it comes to the prince and prince, there are eight flags. Although Murong Jie is not from Daliang, he is also from Daliang after all.
There is no problem in welcoming the prince of the dynasty with eight flags.
At the same time, Jiang Haoxuan also motioned to Su Cheng to go to the front of the team to greet him.
Soon, the two sides met, and Su Cheng smiled and saluted the youngest man: "This must be the fifth prince of the Yan Dynasty, right?"
Murong Jie looked at Su Cheng, with a playful look on his lips: "Yes, it is me. I guess you are Su Cheng, the Liang Wen Sheng who has become famous all over the world recently?"
Daliang Wensheng?
Su Cheng was a little stunned. When did he have such a title?
At this time, the Minister of Rites on the side reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Wu An, this is what your Majesty declared to the outside world, saying that it will help improve my reputation outside the country."
Su Cheng rolled his eyes. This emperor really has eight hundred thoughts. This will improve Daliang's reputation, but it will bring him hatred!
It is said that there is no one who is best in literature and no one in martial arts. If the name of Liang Liang's literary sage is known, how can the scholars in the world be convinced?
Murong Jie noticed that Su Cheng was a little surprised and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: "Why, doesn't Mr. Wu An know that he has this title?"
Su Cheng laughed and said, "I really don't know. During this time, I made trouble in Shangguan's house. As the minister of punishment, I was ordered to take him down. I have no time to care about the affairs of the literary saint or not."
He knew that Murong Jie was invited by Shangguan Hao, and he deliberately said that Shangguan's house was taken down to remind him not to cause trouble in Kyoto. The people who invited you are gone, so you have to think twice before making trouble again.
As for literary saints and the like, he doesn't care.
But as soon as these words came out, the white-haired old man next to Murong Jie, who had an immortal spirit, frowned: "Mr. Wu An seems to look down on the title Wen Sheng?"
Su Cheng glanced at this person: "I wonder who this is?"
Murong Jie smiled and introduced: "This is the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy of our Great Yan Dynasty, and also our Great Yan Literary Saint An Cangming!"
This time, Su Cheng understood.
The other party was the Literary Sage of Dayan, and Su Sheng said he was the Literary Sage of Daliang. The other party came here for him.
"It turns out to be the Literary Sage of Dayan, but I am rude." Su Cheng smiled and bowed his hands to this person.
Su Cheng still respected literati.
But when An Cangming heard this, he stared at him closely and asked: "Mr. Wu An, you haven't answered what I just said."
Su Cheng narrowed his eyes and realized that this person had bad intentions. The atmosphere became so tense as soon as the two parties met.
However, this is Daliang's territory, how can he give in at this time!
With a chuckle, Su Cheng looked directly at An Cangming and said slowly: "Literature Saint is just a title. Why should I care about things outside of me?"
"Of course, I also understand why Mr. An asked this question. After all, you are the Literary Sage of Dayan. It is right for you to care about this title."
These words made An Cangming's face change drastically!
Su Cheng first said that he didn't care, and then said that he cared very much. The comparison between the two sides showed that An Cangming was a villain who focused on fame and fortune!
As soon as he said this, An Cangming looked at Su Cheng with something wrong.
Murong Jie, who was watching this scene from the side, smiled and looked like he was waiting for a good show.
However, Jiang Haoxuan, the Minister of Rites, saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere at the scene, so he took the initiative to stand up and said: "Everyone, it's getting late. I, the Minister of Rites, have prepared a banquet in a restaurant in the city, and I also invite you to come with me."
But as soon as he finished speaking, An Cangming sneered: "This banquet would be boring if it was just about drinking and eating. Why not let me fight with Wu An's official documents to add to the fun!"
This was because he was dissatisfied with Su Cheng's attitude towards Wen Sheng. He wanted to challenge Su Cheng to see how much Su Cheng was worth.
Su Cheng raised his eyebrows. In fact, he really didn't want to compete anymore. No matter how he competed, the other party couldn't beat him, and he didn't want to bully an old man with the poems about nine years of compulsory education in his mind.
He shook his head and refused: "Wen Dou? I'm not interested!"
An Cangming narrowed his eyes and flashed a look of pride: "Why, Mr. Wu An, are you afraid? Or maybe your title of literary saint is not worthy of the name?"
If Su Cheng had agreed straight away, An Cangming might have hesitated, but Su Cheng refused directly. Isn't this a guilty conscience?
Now, An Cangming is more confident in himself!
Even Murong Jie on the side felt confident when he saw this scene, thinking that Su Chengcheng was afraid.
If you weren't afraid, how could you refuse so readily?
What's more, even if Su Cheng has some literary talent, he is still young, so how can he compare to An Cangming, who has been immersed in the literary world for decades?
In this civil war, the Yan Dynasty is sure to win!
Thinking of this, Murong Jie chuckled: "Mr. Wu An, we have come all the way, and it is a great event for me, the Wen Sheng of Dayan, to meet the Wen Sheng of Daliang. I believe that you, the Emperor of the Daliang Dynasty, will not refuse."
These words are to remind Su Cheng that this matter has risen to the stage of dynasty, and you, Su Cheng, cannot refuse it if you want to.
Su Cheng looked at the aggressive two people and couldn't help but feel a little funny.
You have to force him to show off!
Since you have sent him to your door to be abused, then you can’t blame him!
Let’s compete, not only compete, but also compete with great fanfare!
Su Cheng nodded: "Since Prince Dayan has spoken, I can't refuse. Let's do this. Three days later, there will be a competition in the palace. The loser will agree to a condition for the winner!"
Murong Jie laughed and said: "Hahahahaha, so cool, this matter is settled!"