Chapter 280 Zhuge Liang and Jia Xu

What Xiao Feng couldn't tolerate the most was that someone was more pretentious than himself, so he decided to attend the poetry meeting of the Jingjun Palace to embarrass Fan Xian and earn some world origin points.

In front of the gate of the Jingjun Palace, several scholars were flattered to salute a young man. They didn't expect that the Prince of Jingjun would personally greet him outside the garden gate.

Seeing that the eight-man sedan chair embroidered with the word "Xiao" finally appeared at the corner of the street, the Prince of Jingjun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he impatiently arched his hands to the scholars who were saluting, and went to greet the eight-man sedan chair.

Seeing this, the scholars realized that they were being sentimental. On the surface, they remained calm, but in their hearts they were embarrassed and tapped their feet.

Compared with the embarrassment of those scholars, everyone present was more curious about what kind of distinguished guest it was that needed the Prince of Jingjun to personally greet him outside.

Soon the sedan chair landed at the gate of the Prince of Jing's mansion. A white jade folding fan was seen sticking out from the sedan chair, slowly lifting the heavy door curtain, followed by a handsome young man in a black and gold robe, who walked out of the eight-man sedan chair.

Some sharp-eyed people first noticed that the robe worn by the young man was embroidered with a four-clawed dragon pattern that only the prince could use, and immediately guessed the identity of the visitor. It was obvious that this person was the famous King Xiaoyao.

Under the extremely warm hospitality of the Prince of Jing, Xiao Feng took two scholars in white robes and walked into the Prince of Jing's mansion slowly.

After entering the back garden with corridors and flowing water, Xiao Feng's eyes swept around and finally fell on the opposite side of the lake.

There was a pavilion opposite the lake, where all the ladies were sitting, and there were layers of white gauze hanging around, and only some vague outlines could be seen.

Although the customs of Qing are relatively open, there is also a saying that men and women should not be intimate.

In such a crowded public place, male and female guests still need to be separated to avoid damaging the reputation of the woman.

After withdrawing his gaze from the white curtains, Xiao Feng shifted his gaze to the male guests.

Under the introduction of the Prince of Jing County, Xiao Feng also quickly saw several people he was interested in, including the male protagonist Fan Xian and the smart Guo Baokun.

Fan Xian is a handsome boy, but there is an inexplicable arrogance between his eyebrows, which makes Xiao Feng easily think of a husky.

At this time, Fan Xian was being harassed by Guo Baokun and his men, which made the Prince of Jing County, who was entertaining Xiao Feng, frown.

The Prince of Jing County is the second prince's man, while Guo Baokun is the prince's man, and their positions are different.

Now seeing Guo Baokun harassing the guests he wanted to attract at the poetry meeting he held, the Prince of Jing County would inevitably feel unhappy.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to entertain Xiao Feng, the Prince of Jing County would definitely teach Guo Baokun a lesson.

Just when the Prince of Jing was hesitating whether to send someone to secretly teach Guo Baokun a lesson, a female historian suddenly walked over quickly and handed the poem written by Miss Fan to the Prince of Jing.

"Good!"

When the Prince of Jing saw the content of the poem, his eyes lit up and he blurted out "good".

"Your Highness, please take a look at this poem. Miss Fan is a famous talented woman in Kyoto."

On the white paper, it was written in beautiful small characters: "The lake is calm in August, and the sky is mixed with the clear sky. The air is steaming in Yunmeng Lake, and the waves are shaking the city of Danzhou. If you want to save the boat, you have no boat, and you are ashamed of the saint. Sitting and watching the fishermen, you can only envy the fish."

"It's really a good poem!"

Xiao Feng smiled and nodded, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and said: "But the style of this poem is not like that of a woman."

Because Xiao Feng did not lower his voice, someone soon passed Xiao Feng's words to Fan Ruoruo on the other side of the lake.

"Your Highness has a keen eye. This poem is indeed not written by me. It was written by my brother when he was ten years old. I copied it out today just to ask you to appreciate it."

After hearing Fan Ruoruo's explanation, everyone's face changed slightly, and they all turned to look at Fan Xian.

I didn't expect that Fan Xian could write such a poem when he was ten years old. Could he really be a genius?

After hearing this, Xiao Feng did not rush to expose Fan Xian's true face, but smiled and watched him pretend quietly.

Don't you know that the higher you climb, the more painful it will be?

Guo Baokun was the first to come back to his senses, and sneered: "I wonder what other masterpieces Brother Fan has? After all, this is your masterpiece when you were ten years old. Now so many years have passed, it is impossible that you haven't written a poem, right?"

Guo Baokun's meaning is very clear, that is, this poem was not written by Fan Xian.

Fan Xian shook his head helplessly. Why are there always people rushing to deliver him to the door and slap him in the face?

Under the expectant and skeptical gazes of the crowd, Fan Xian quickly copied a poem and threw it down, and then asked the servant of the Prince's Mansion to take him to the toilet.

"Good poem!"

"This is a truly good poem!"

"Master Fan is really talented..."

When everyone saw the poem that Fan Xian threw down, they immediately cheered.

Seeing this, the Prince of Jing couldn't help but recite: "The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling sadly, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The boundless fallen leaves are rustling down, and the endless river is rolling in. I am often a guest in the sad autumn of thousands of miles, and I am alone on the stage for a hundred years of illness. Hardships and bitterness make my hair frost-covered, and I have just stopped drinking muddy wine."

Soon, the poem copied by Fan Xian was also passed to the female relatives on the other side of the lake, which caused another round of exclamations.

Listening to the exclamations that kept coming one after another, Fan Ruoruo's pretty face was full of pride.

Fan Ruoruo admired Fan Xian the most. She knew that her elder brother seemed unruly on the surface, but in fact he was a talented and knowledgeable scholar.

"Hahaha..."

Just when everyone was shocked by Fan Xian's poetic talent, a hearty laugh suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

The person who laughed was the white-robed scholar who followed Xiao Feng on his left hand.

The white-robed scholar was eight feet tall, with a pair of silver hair, a long beard hanging down to his chest, prominent cheekbones, a face like a crown jade, eyes like autumn waves, and a bit of gloom between his eyebrows.

Xiao Feng pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Wenhe, why are you laughing?"

The white-robed scholar in front of him was also one of the robots refined by Xiao Feng. Although he didn't look as strong as Dian Wei and others, his strength was also comparable to that of a warrior above the ninth rank.

Xiao Feng named him Jia Xu, with the courtesy name "Wenhe", which is the famous poison scholar in the Three Kingdoms.

As for the other scholar in a white robe who was eight feet tall, with a face as white as cream, eyes like stars, a crown of jade on his head, and a silk scarf and feather fan, Xiao Feng named him Zhuge Liang, with the courtesy name "Kongming".

All the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting today were literati, and it would definitely not be appropriate to bring Dian Wei and others with them, so Xiao Feng specially brought Zhuge Liang and others with him.