Wenxian Hall.

When he heard someone calling his name and holding his hands in front of him, Hu Fei frowned and looked at Zhu Tong, with a trace of doubt on his face.

If he remembered correctly, he didn't know the person in front of him.

"I've seen it, Ambassador Zhu."

At this time, Song Shen on the side bowed, said hello to Zhu Tong, and then turned to look at Hu Fei.

"Brother Hu, this is the envoy of Wenxian Pavilion, Zhu Tong, Mr. Zhu."

Song Shen pointed at Zhu Tong and introduced Hu Fei softly.

When Hu Fei heard this, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

He knew that Zhu Tong was a close minister of Zhu Biao. He was talented and intelligent, and passed down his family's knowledge. He was well versed in classics, literary and military, and good at painting. He was known as the "Three Masters" at the time and was very popular with Zhu Biao.

And this man’s father was the famous Zhu Sheng! He was a military strategist and writer in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty, and the founding advisor of the Ming Dynasty!

Zhu Sheng once proposed to Zhu Yuanzhang the development strategy of "building walls high, accumulating grain widely, and becoming king slowly", which made great contributions to the establishment of the Ming Dynasty!

"It turns out to be Mr. Zhu, whom I have admired for a long time. I have admired your father for a long time, but it is a pity that I was born at the wrong time and did not have the opportunity to see with my own eyes his elegant demeanor."

Hu Fei cupped his hands and said with some emotion.

After hearing Hu Fei's words, Zhu Tong was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Hu Fei would mention his father.

Judging by time, Hu Fei was only half a child when his father passed away.

"Thank you very much Mr. Hu for your praise. If my father is alive in heaven and knows Mr. Hu's friendship, he will definitely be grateful."

Zhu Tong bowed his hand and thanked him respectfully.

"You're welcome."

Hu Fei smiled and said.

God is jealous of talents, and some of the meritorious ministers who founded the Ming Dynasty have not survived to this day.

"Mr. Hu, it's almost time. The conference is about to begin. Mr. Hu, please come into the hall and take a seat."

Zhu Tong cupped his hands, stepped aside, and made a respectful gesture of invitation.

Hu Fei nodded and slowly walked inside with Dong Yan and Pei Jie.

He was not surprised by Zhu Tong's attitude. He thought half of it was because of Hu Weiyong, and the other half was probably due to the relationship between Prince Zhu Biao.

Soon, everyone entered a huge hall and took their seats. Hu Fei sat at the head of the guest seats, next to the envoy Zhu Tong, and Dong Yan and Pei Jie stood behind him.

In the entire hall, he was the only one who brought his entourage. According to regulations, in fact, people are not allowed to come in here, but even the chief envoy Zhu Tong did not stop him. Although the others were dissatisfied, they had nothing to do.

As a professor at the Hanlin Academy, Song Shen did not participate in the conference. He sat not far from Zhu Tong and assisted with other subordinates.

Sitting opposite Hu Fei was a young man who was not too old and was looking at Hu Fei expressionlessly.

It seems that, except for Hu Fei, this man has the highest status among the other young talents present.

After a long time, after Zhu Tong told the interesting stories and rules of the poetry and calligraphy conference over the years, he announced that the conference had officially begun.

As the conference began, the young talents present stood up one after another and began to compete with each other. There were indeed many praiseworthy poems among them.

The chief envoy Zhu Tong nodded frequently while ordering people to collect it. He seemed to be very satisfied with this year's poetry and calligraphy conference.

Hu Fei listened to a few songs, and gradually felt a little boring. He was not a person who liked poetry and books. Compared with flipping through books, counting money was more enjoyable, so he gradually became a little sleepy and couldn't bear it.

The fight broke out.

After the young man sitting opposite Hu Fei saw this scene, he couldn't help but sneered, his eyebrows full of contempt.

...

Outside Wenxian Hall.

A carriage stopped at the corner of the street, and several attendants in casual clothes stood around, looking around vigilantly, each with a cold look on their face.

At this moment, a clerk quickly ran out of the Wenxian Hall and came to the carriage.

"Your Majesty the Crown Prince, the Poetry and Calligraphy Conference has begun. A group of young talents are very enthusiastic. Many of them have already completed their first works."

The clerk bowed and said respectfully.

Following the words, the curtain of the carriage window opened, revealing a smiling face.

It is none other than Prince Zhu Biao!

After hearing that Hu Fei was going to attend the poetry and calligraphy conference, he rushed over in person, but instead of going in, he waited outside and ordered people to report the situation inside at any time.

"Has Hu Fei ever finished?"

Zhu Biao asked with a smile.

"Reporting to His Highness the Crown Prince, Hu Fei didn't say anything. He just sat there and didn't move. It seemed... he didn't seem to be interested."

The clerk hesitated for a moment and answered slowly.

"Explore again!"

Zhu Biao frowned, then smiled and said slowly.

"yes!"

The clerk agreed, turned around and ran inside quickly.

"Your Highness, Hu Fei hasn't moved for so long. Isn't he worried that he will show his cowardice? Maybe he just came to see the excitement."

Xiao Qi hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but said.

"Just wait and see what happens. I bet that he will definitely become a blockbuster."

Zhu Biao smiled and said confidently.

Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but shook his head. He couldn't figure out why the prince had so much confidence in Hu Fei.

...

Wenxian Hall.

In the hall.

As time went by, more than half of the people in the hall had completed their first work. Every time someone completed it, they all looked at Hu Fei in unison, as if their purpose today was not to win the first prize, but to compare with Hu Fei.

But Hu Fei didn't pay attention at all, as if it had nothing to do with him. He listened to a few songs at the beginning and was about to fall asleep.

"Everyone has finished showing off, isn't it time for Mr. Hu, who is respected even by His Highness the Crown Prince?"

At this moment, the young man sitting opposite Hu Fei slowly stood up, turned around and looked around at everyone present, and finally set his eyes on Hu Fei, and others also looked over.

But then the hall suddenly became silent. Everyone was waiting for Hu Fei's answer, but this sight almost made everyone breathless, because Hu Fei was already swaying and about to fall asleep.

.

"Master..."

Pei Jie, who was standing behind Hu Fei, called out softly with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

But Hu Fei seemed to be too sleepy and didn't react at all. He smacked his mouth and felt like he was about to blurt out gibberish.

"Hu Fei! You actually sleep here in such a solemn and solemn place!? It's simply... shameless!"

The young man was already angry because Hu Fei ignored him, but when he saw that Hu Fei had dozed off, he couldn't help shouting.

"Are you mourning?!"

Hu Fei, who was awakened by the shouting, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the young man dissatisfied, and said impatiently.

"you..."

"What did you say?! Presumptuous! How dare you talk such nonsense in front of Ambassador Zhu! Who do you think is mourning?!"

When the young man heard this, he immediately became furious, pointed at Hu Fei and shouted dissatisfied.

"Talk about you! What's the name of a ghost when nothing happens?! You disturbed my young master's dream for no reason!"

Hu Fei glanced at the young man with disdain, frowned and said.

"I said everyone has finished the first work, it's your turn!"

"What?! You're not afraid anymore, are you? That's why you're pretending to sleep here on purpose!"

The young man snorted coldly, looked at Hu Fei with disdain and said.

"Who are you? Is it your turn to point fingers here?!"

Hu Fei sneered, looked at the young man and said.

"My name is Teng Ziqian, and my father is the Minister of Household Affairs, Teng Demao!"

The young man straightened his chest and raised his head.

"Who? What Qian is Teng?"

Hu Fei hesitated for a moment and asked, pretending to be deaf.

"Teng Ziqian!"
To be continued...