The next evening, the lights were on, and the carriages and horses outside the Longyin Pavilion were like dragons. Under the diligent reception of the manager, the literati and poet entered the tall building half a street. The sound of "Young Master, Brother's Platform" was heard endlessly.

Longyin Pavilion covers a huge area, facing each other from east, west, south, north, middle and fifth floors. Although there are also some young men who sell their skills, they are not considered brothels. There are many types of calligraphy, painting, piano, chess, wine, tea, opera, etc., and only the word "elegant" is needed inside and outside.

The New Year Festival is coming soon, and there are no entertainment activities in ancient times. Martial arts competitions and literati poetry fights have become the biggest highlights in Chang'an City.

Longyin Pavilion is the most famous gold-selling kiln in Dayefang. It is a poetic meeting in accordance with current affairs. Naturally, it cannot be petty. Not only did it invite several great scholars in Chang'an City to be judges, but it also took out a sword as the head of the lottery. The sword is called "Sad Spring". Dayue promotes the country with martial arts. Military people and weapons are inseparable. Swords are gentlemen among soldiers. No matter literati and military people, they will wear swords. It is the same as "gentleman and jade are inseparable from their bodies."

The sword "Shenchun" is considered a famous sword in the world. The previous master was a female hero from Shu. She was killed by the Investigation Office ten years ago. The sword was entered into the national treasury. In the end, the official sale was purchased by a wealthy businessman. After several twists and turns, she fell into the Longyin Pavilion and was reappeared today.

At dusk, Xu Buling arrived at Longyin Pavilion in a carriage. Snowflakes were flying outside the building, and there were many martial artists dressed in and out. Because there were many noble people coming, the Investigation Department sent Tianshou and 60 wolf guards from the two battalions of Tianjian to patrol the surrounding area. The wolf guards were like three people in a team. Such a large formation was already exaggerated in Chang'an City.

Xu Buling walked out of the carriage, tightened the white fox shawl on his body, and eight royal guards drove away the crowded crowd.

There was a manager outside Longyin Pavilion to welcome guests. He looked up and saw Xu Buling. Although he had never seen him, he guessed his identity when he saw the sign of Prince Su's mansion on the carriage. He quickly stepped forward and raised his hand and bowed: "Criminal Xu is here, and the little one is wrong to welcome him. Please come in quickly."

When the bustling crowd heard this, they looked back and looked around. The road was moving away, and many ladies and wives whispered:

"This is Xu Buling, Prince Su?"

"Yes! You're so handsome, you can't find a second person in Chang'an City. No wonder you say that you can't forget anyone who has seen Prince Xu..."

"...The eyes are so beautiful, and they are more beautiful than my daughter's house..."

Xu Buling frowned slightly, feeling that he was being looked at by someone as a monkey, so he could only quickly enter Longyin Pavilion.

"Oh~ Your Highness is still shy..."

"Crown Prince Xu rarely goes out, he has a good reputation, and is different from those playboys... he just has a little bit of a temper..."

"... Men should have a bigger temper. Look at those scholars who are powerless, what kind of men are they..."

Dayue is the country of Wuxing, and most of the women are fierce. Xu Buling's identity is here, so he can't stop and chat with these young ladies. At the moment, he can only pretend that he didn't hear it.

Among the crowd, a woman wearing a straw hat looked at Xu Buling who had met once and entered Longyin Pavilion, and her eyes were somewhat surprised.

After the woman swept the wolf guards outside the Longyin Pavilion, she quietly disappeared into the twilight...

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The light of the glass lamp shone under the eaves of the building. In the hall in the main building of Longyin Pavilion, dozens of desks were arranged in circles. Confucian scholars in literary robes sat on their heads, and King Song Yu of Yan and the high priest Song Baiqing were all among them. Song Yufu stood behind her father, placing her toes and searching in the crowd. Until Xu Buling's figure walked into the hall, she breathed a sigh of relief, and she couldn't wait in her eyes.

There are many students in the hall, and from time to time, someone handed over the poems in his hand to Xiao Si. If a masterpiece is published, it will be read by a great scholar on the spot.

Xu Buling entered the hall without deliberately attracting attention. After handing the poem to Xiao Si, he walked to the seat in the hall to drink tea and wait.

However, Xu Buling was a rare person who came to the venue, so there were people who came to say hello.

Not long after she sat down, Xiao Ting, who had been beaten up, shook his fan in the winter, walked up to him and sat down, chuckled:

"Oh~ No, why are you free to come here today?"

Xiao Ting's brother is Mrs. Lu's deceased husband, so it's okay to just regard himself as an elder.

Xu Bu Ling's slender fingers rotated the teacup and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Look for a call?"

Xiao Ting shook his fan, fearless: "Today's Dragon Song Poetry Festival is a place of elegance, and it's too rude to do things..."

Snap-

Before he finished speaking, Xu Buling gently patted the small desk at hand. The porcelain lid of the teacup bounced up and patted it with his left hand. The porcelain lid flew out with the sound of breaking the wind.

The white jade fan bone in Xiao Ting's hand broke in response to the sound, and the cup lid remained unchanged. It flew out of half the hall and hit the back of Gongsun Lu who was talking to someone.

Next to Gongsun Lu was a middle-aged man with a knife. His eyes were shining introverted, his ears moved slightly and he didn't turn around. He clamped the rapid porcelain cover with his fingers, without making any sound.

The middle-aged man with a knife looked back and saw that Xu Buling was the one who took action, he nodded slightly, flicked his fingers gently, and the porcelain lid silently passed through the gap between the crowded crowds and landed on the teacup at Xu Buling, tightly sewn.

Xu Buling frowned, looked at the teacup intact at hand and asked:

"Who is that middle-aged man with a knife?"

Xiao Ting shook his bare fan bone and looked up at him: "Zhang Xiang, the commander of the Investigation Department, is nicknamed "Ten Thousand People's Massacre."

Xu Buling was a little surprised. He rarely went out this year, and even the sons of princes and princes were rarely seen, let alone officials of all sizes. However, the name "Ten Thousand People Massacre" was well-known.

Ten years ago, the investigative investigation Si Qinghao, and the leader on the surface was Zhang Xiang. At that time, the catastrophe in the martial arts world involved almost all the forces of the Dayue Dynasty. Even Princess Su was depressed and eventually became related to this matter.

At that time, there must be more than Zhang Xiang who participated in the hunting, but as the leader in appearance, Zhang Xiang was absolutely transcendent to the world in status and martial arts. He loved swords and passed on the Ming Dynasty ten years ago with the superb "Bagua Sword" of the "Bagua Sword".

Xu Buling looked at Zhang Xiang for a few glances, and could not see anything special, so he lost interest. He turned his eyes to the top of the hall, waiting for the beginning of the "main drama".

Xiao Ting was beaten up in the school last time, but the venue was not yet found. When Xu Buling asked Zhang Xiang, he began to be sarcastic:

"Xu Buling, this poetry meeting is full of literati. If you are bored, I will talk to Lord Zhang, you two are competing here?"

It naturally implies that Xu Buling is a rough man with developed limbs.

Xu Buling heard this ridicule and frowned slightly: "Can I come here to write poetry and be a literati?"

Xiao Ting was stunned, quite surprised. He looked around and no one noticed him, and suddenly he got closer:

"But you, you bought poems today and came to join in the fun?"

Xu Buling's eyes were dull: "What? No?"

Xiao Ting nodded with a fellow man:

"I thought you were not good at this, it was good. With your words, I will recognize your nephew..."

Bang—

In the noisy hall, a faint muffled sound came out.

Many people frowned and turned their heads, looked at it, and then thought nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!