Logically speaking, it was impossible for Xiao Song to be invited to the poetry and prose meeting of those Qingliu scholars.

What is that place? It was the place where the "most knowledgeable people" gathered together to make a splash in writing. How could there be something like Song Beiyun mixed in?

But they forgot that Song Beiyun was much better than them even if he didn't copy poetry, but his skills were all pointed at the skills of living a life of silence and industrial development, and he did not point out the music of poetry and prose.

On the contrary, Yan Shu, this guy is a talented person, and his background or family affairs are quite prestigious among these young scholars.

So Yan Shu invited Song Beiyun to come, and as the organizer, Yan Shu would tell anyone he wanted to tell, and it would not be that big deal if he didn't say it.

As for whether Xiao Song will be recognized, there is actually no need to worry too much. Those who can recognize Song Beiyun dare not provoke Song Beiyun, and those who dare to provoke him will definitely not recognize him.

After all, a factory man is under pressure, and anyone who knows him knows how powerful this guy is, so how dare he provoke him easily. As for those who don’t know, how about saying that he has a few sounds? After all, there is no piece of meat in Hangzhou beating drums and scolding Song, and even if he is told about it, he can’t even lose a piece of meat in Jinling City.

"Your Highness, you're a little weak."

Xiao Song saw Fo Baonu walking towards him with weak steps from a distance from the entrance of the alley. Anu, who said he would never go out, walked out honestly.

"Why are we weak?" Fo Baonu gave him a look: "I don't know how strong I am."

"Okay, you are strong." Xiao Song walked up to help her, but she patted her hands off. So Xiao Song looked at her with interest: "Why, I hugged me and cried yesterday, but today is so determined? You are so happy to take off your pants, why do you turn your back on your pants?"

Fo Baonu clenched his fist with one hand and waved at Xiao Song angrily: "Stay away from me."

She was really a little embarrassed. Song Gou in front of her was unreasonable. He would really do something against human ethics, and he could not predict what he would say next. It would be useless for this dog to get along with others. The only way is to stay away from him.

"By the way, Your Highness, can't you tell me, why did you come after shaking?"

"I want to go and see the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting of the Song Dynasty, can you nod? "Fu Baonu followed Song Beiyun carefully. He stopped by himself, keeping a safe distance of about three meters: "Stay away from me."

“There’s a problem.”

Song Beiyun no longer paid attention to her, but just walked towards the agreed place. Today's poetry meeting was held in Yan Shu's own house. Compared with Song Beiyun, Yan Shu's life was actually more comfortable.

Although his house was not as big as Song Beiyun's ready-made house, the Yan family was a prominent family in Jiangxi, a serious and wealthy family. Now he has become an official again and has married the daughter of the Zhao Xiang family. The life support will definitely not be bad. There are thirty or forty maids and servants alone, and a housekeeper from his hometown.

On the other hand, Song Beiyun was too cautious, even if he was qualified to use maids and servants, he didn't want any of them. He basically did things at home. In comparison, his quality of life was not as good as Yan Shu. He had complained about this, but there was no way... Because the more people, the greater the probability of a risk crisis, and Xiao Song did not allow this situation to happen.

When he came to Yan Shu's mansion, this was his second time here. When he came last, Yan Shu had not turned into a pig.

"That's it." Song Beiyun turned his head and looked at Fo Baonu: "I'll take you in."

When the butler at the door saw that Song Beiyun was coming, he quickly politely welcomed him into the room. As soon as he entered, he saw a few Confucian scholars dressed in the inner hall and were singing with zithers, which was quite elegant.

The rest of the people were either playing the trick of throwing pots or writing a puzzle on small notes for others to guess, but they were having a happy mood.

Yan Shu was naturally the protagonist here. He was surrounded by people and did not see Song Beiyun coming. Xiao Song was not much different from his own house. So he simply ordered his servants to sit down and start sitting opposite the Buddha Baonu and eating.

The top people of the Song Dynasty still maintain the habit of separate meals, and the two of them did not attract much attention when they were eating there.

"It's pretty good." Fo Baonu sipped the fine wine he brought: "It's quite a bit of literary style."

"That's it?"

Song Beiyun spat. He naturally prefers the young people in the workshop who work hard. In terms of identity and status, those young people are not worse than those here. But when the people here are reciting poems and writing poems, the people in the workshop are making steel, and when the people here are dancing and writing, the people in the workshop are trying medicine with their bodies.

For a country, it goes without saying which one is more important than that. But Song Beiyun didn't say anything more, just smiled disdainfully and started to eat meat in big mouthfuls.

Fo Baonu seemed to be quite interested in the grand occasion in front of her. She stretched her head and watched around. Occasionally, she would nod her head frequently when she heard poems and essays, and her face would be full of smiles.

"Look at others, their poetry and paintings. Look at you, their dirty words all day long." Fo Baonu teased Song Beiyun: "If you have the ability, I will write a few poems and read them. I will think about those tricky and weird things all day long, and I will not do my job properly."

"Yes, yes, I'm not doing my job." Song Beiyun was too lazy to pay attention to her, poured himself a glass of wine and leaned against the mat, looking at the grandeur in front of him: "It's so good, prosperous times and health."

While he was talking, several actors came outside and began to dance to the music. Song Beiyun loved to watch this one the most. He laughed and looked like a lustful expression.

"You guy..."

"Do you know which poem I like most about Taibai?" Song Beiyun turned around, lay on the ground and held his head with one hand on his head: "The pattern of the poetic immortal is broad and vast, and one sentence makes people enter Baiyujing."

"Oh? Which sentence?"

Fo Baonu is actually a literary youth. She has loved poetry and prose since she was a child, and she loves the prosperous Tang Dynasty. She has not read the poems in the world, and has also analyzed them carefully. Now when she hears Song Beiyun talking about poetry immortals, she naturally has become interested.

Song Beiyun didn't say anything, but drank a pot of wine in front of him. These were all distilled liquor produced by the workshop. Even Xiao Song could not help but feel drunk. He went straight to Fo Baonu's leg, regardless of her push, and raised a finger to point to the round moon outside: "The poems of the immortal poet should be drunk and read."

After saying that, he raised his head and said, "The clouds think of clothes, and the flowers think of beauty."

He read this sentence, with a seven-point drunken state and three-point crazy waves, and reached out to pinch Fo Baonu's chin: "The spring breeze blows through the threshold, dew, thick."

Fo Baonu shook his hand away, but his voice had attracted many people to come. It was just because of the drunken wildness, mixed with the atmosphere of the drinking party, and in a trance, people dreamed of returning to the Tang Dynasty.

"If it weren't for it, I'll see it on the mountain of Yu." Song Beiyun's chin, Song Beifo Baonu reached out and held the moon in the sky: "I'll meet under the moon on the Yaotai."

After reading it, he smiled and turned over, lay on the ground, with his hands behind his head: "What a pity, it's a pity, it's hard to be a poet from now on. In the world of earthly affairs, there is a bit of love for children."

He yawned: "I'll sleep for a while, you can play by yourself."

Fo Baonu looked at the people coming around, then looked at Song Beiyun who had closed his eyes, and felt a little dazed. If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, Song Gou would have had such a wild and elegant posture.

Yan Shu had heard his voice a long time ago, and walked over to see Song Beiyun with his eyes closed, and said with a smile: "Who am I thinking I am? It turns out that it is you. Don't you come to help you entertain me?"

"No." Song Beiyun opened his eyes slightly and glanced at him: "I won't smash your place, you guys are having fun."

Yan Shu laughed loudly, then picked up the wine glass from the table and drank it all: "You crazy guy, okay, you fall asleep, don't cause trouble for me."

Fo Baonu looked at Yan Shu and then looked at Song Beiyun, chuckled, and Yan Shu bowed and bowed to her.

"Oh?" Song Beiyun suddenly raised his head: "Why did the singing and dancing stop? Then play music, then dance! Sing and dance!"

Yan Shu turned around and shouted, "Dance."

Some people here know that this is Song Beiyun, but most people don’t know him. They just think that this person is drunk here and is just like Li Bai’s posture. He doesn’t become a dog, which makes people laugh.

"Who is this person? A mere boy dares to imitate the poet's immortal, and he will not weigh his own weight."

"That's right, I dare to make a tantrum again without any ink in my stomach. But I should talk to Lord Yan, and no such ordinary people will come in the future."

Yan Shu was greeting Fo Baonu at this time. After all, he was a distinguished guest, so it was hard for him to neglect his master. When he heard these words coming from behind, he frowned and looked back, and this small detail was keenly captured by Fo Baonu.

"What's wrong? What they said is wrong? Isn't this guy just a madman?" Fo Baonu smiled and pointed at Song Beiyun and said, "Look at this dead dog, he doesn't look like a man full of knowledge."

Yan Shu snorted lightly and laughed in a low voice: "Big Prince, you have looked down on him. If you say that the talent in the world is one stone, I will account for 30% and the people in the world share 10% and the remaining 60% will grow on this guy."

"Oh?" Fo Baonu obviously disbelief: "But I heard that he had just picked up Lord Yan's yahui and gained some reputation for literary talent."

Yan Shu turned his sleeves and looked unhappy: "Prince Yelu, why did he insult me?"

Fo Baonu is naturally not a good-looking lamp. She stood up and pointed at Song Beiyun and said loudly: "Since that's the case, I will give you five questions today. How about you write five poems with these five questions as lyrics?"

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Chapter completed!