A group of young men in white robes by the lake were very eye-catching. They did not follow the guests into the flower hall, but talked to several young people.
"That's the young men of the Jiang family."
People who came over recognized him at a glance, and of course everyone is familiar with the young men of the Grand Secretary Jiang Xian family.
"Jiang Xian is the chief examiner of the gentleman's examination. Prince Suo also calls Master Jiang a teacher. It's not surprising to speak to the people of the Jiang family."
Everyone thought to themselves, seeing Suo Shengxuan's face was smiling, as bright as the sunlight, I don't know what he said, but bowed and showed his etiquette and humility.
"It seems that we are having a good conversation." Wang Zhao laughed and said to the people around him, "Are we waiting for a while and not disturbing us?"
After he finished speaking, a young man from the Jiang family smashed something in his hand to the ground, and his voice raised: "Are you finished?"
The people who walked over stopped quietly in an instant, how...
With a bang, the object that landed on the ground did not break, but bounced up and hit Suo Shengxuan... It was a ball.
Suo Shengxuan stood still and did not move. A young man in white robe next to him raised his foot and hooked it. The ball rolled on his feet and jumped up a few times, landing steadily in the boy's hands.
Suo Shengxuan still had a smile on his face, reached out to take the ball, looked at the boy from the Jiang family and said, "We caught the ball, do you think it's okay? Can you compete with us?"
The boy from the Jiang family was twelve or thirteen years old, with a red face and wide eyes: "Why are you with a skinny dog..."
This was said so much, and he was immediately pulled by his brothers beside him.
"Zhaozi must not be rude."
Wang Zhao didn't dare to hesitate anymore and stepped forward and smiled and smoothed out: "What's wrong? Your Highness, everyone is waiting for you, please come in quickly."
Suo Shengxuan called out to Master Zhengzhi, with a little aggrieved expression: "I want to compete with Master Jiang for Cuju, but they just refuse."
Cuju... Everyone's eyes fell on the ball in his hand, why is it better than Cuju?
"It's cold and there's no suitable venue here. If Your Highness likes Cuju, it's better for us to go to the wazi to see it another day..." Wang Zhao smiled, with an intention to reveal it. It's obvious that the teenagers of the Jiang family will not compete. Not to mention the teenagers of the Jiang family, no one here wants to compete with Suo Shengxuan.
But before he finished speaking, Suo Shengxuan's eyes lit up and stepped forward and said, "When will it change?"
Wang Zhao was choked and stunned. Another day, he would be a polite word to everyone. The Prince of Xiliang didn't understand.
"Young Master Jiang, where will you make a change? You can make a reservation." Suo Shengxuan was excited and looked at the Jiang family and said.
The young man from the Jiang family, led, frowned and said, "Your Highness, we are not comparable to each other."
Suo Shengxuan looked at him and blinked: "Why? Do you think we are inferior to you?"
"Of course not." Young Master Jiang said.
"We might as well do it for you." Another young master Jiang said in a muffled voice.
Suo Shengxuan said, "No, you have to compare before you know." He looked serious.
The boy from the Jiang family had nothing to say for a moment, and he was only full of breath.
People around him also asked what was going on. It turned out that Suo Shengxuan and his group came in and happened to meet the teenagers of the Jiang family joking by the lake. Several brothers suggested writing poems, so Suo Shengxuan came forward to write poems and competed with them.
"The young masters of the Jiang family refused. Prince Suo said that the young master Yanzi compared him to cheating in poetry last time. The young master Yanzi laughed at him for not being able to make good poems, so he said that others cheated. At that time, a young master of the Jiang family was playing basketball and said that what is the best way to write poetry? Playing Cuju is really good. Prince Suo immediately compared to Cuju... and said that this is how to speak."
The people who watched them all pass by said.
After hearing these, everyone felt very sympathetic to the young men of the Jiang family. Suo Shengxuan had been in the capital for some time and was kind and cheerful, but he liked to compete with others everywhere and competed with everything. It was really embarrassing. If he won, he was the prince of Xiliang, and he was afraid that he would have any trouble. It would be worse than losing. A few days ago, the young master of the Qiao family was thrown in Daxing Temple and abandoned him like a piece of grass. He knew about it in his entire life. He had lost all his face.
No matter what Su Shengxuan said, the young men of the Jiang family never let go. Wang Zhao also advised him that today was a banquet, and everyone drank and wrote poems together...
Suo Shengxuan immediately asked if it was compared to poetry?
Wang Zhao couldn't respond immediately. As soon as he said that there was no one writing poetry in the competition, Isn't it embarrassing to see Suo Shengxuan alone? Then the young people from the Wang family could only write poetry and then lose to Suo Shengxuan... While thinking about it, Suo Shengxuan shook his head as he looked at the crowd of people talking quietly around him.
"Why are you great Zhou people so timid?" he said.
These words stopped the noisy discussion around.
"Why is this timid? A gentleman should be polite and compete..." someone frowned.
Suo Shengxuan did not look at the person who spoke and interrupted: "But the saint said that the brave are not afraid. This is also the style of a gentleman. Why do you dare not even compete?"
This Xiliang boy was very polite... The atmosphere around him was awkward, and Wang Zhao looked even more awkward.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, it doesn't matter whether the gentleman's style is a competition or not." He said with a smile.
Suo Shengxuan glanced around and said, "But no one of you competed with me."
Because it doesn’t make sense to win or lose with you. Everyone is an adult and should be cautious in doing things. People around you shook their heads.
It's quiet.
"Hey, Your Highness, you are not comparing with you as a gentleman."
A high-profile voice came from behind the crowd.
People around him turned around to find the source of the sound.
"who?"
"Beijing accent..."
"Whose young master?"
As the low-key discussion focused in one direction, the people over there also moved aside and showed seven or eight young people in front of everyone.
The young man in the head was raising his sleeve and stroking his forehead, as if he didn't notice the gaze gathered around him. The teenagers beside him either stood in a row with their hands hanging down or arms folded... This kind of awkward dandy posture that made people look at him hasn't seen him for a long time.
Zhou Yan widened his eyes and muttered: "Rural people..."
The young man who stroked his forehead had already raised his head, raised his pink face, peach cheeks and long eyebrows, bowed to Suo Shengxuan, and said in a standard Beijing accent: "Your Highness, the prince, it's been a long time since I saw you."
It turned out to be known to Suo Shengxuan... Everyone looked a little surprised.
Suo Shengxuan looked at the boy in red robe and said, "Who are you?"
.....
.....
These barbarians in Xiliang are just rude!
Zhang Shuangtong glared at him angrily. Everyone was a candidate for the gentleman exam, and I still scored in the art subject...
"This prince is also full of skills." Chu Minghui reminded from the side, and patted him on the shoulder with gloating.
"The people of Xiliang are almost all full marks." Another teenager added.
Zhang Shuangtong spat: "That's because I went to the countryside and followed the customs and spoke capital dialect, and he couldn't recognize it." After that, he shook his sleeves and stepped forward, looking at Suo Shengxuan, this time it was Chang'an dialect, and said: "Don't bother who I am, I will tell you, Your Highness, that everyone is not as good as you, it's a gentleman's style."
Suo Shengxuan blinked: "Why?"
Wang Zhao and others didn't say anything, and looked at these people curiously. Aren't they from the capital? No one told him who they were, but no matter who they were, they would be better off bowing their heads and pretending to be stupid or taking on this matter, which would be better than everyone losing face together.
Zhang Shuangtong said: "Because everyone doesn't want you to lose, it's ugly." Say it, put it on your hips and laughed.
This is here to provoke...the people around were stunned.
Suo Shengxuan was not angry and said seriously: "It's not ugly to lose, but it's ugly that none of you can make me lose."
Zhang Shuangtong stroked her hands and said, "Don't you, we are not." She raised her eyebrows, "What do you want to compare? Write a poem? Cuju?" After saying that, she looked around and frowned, "Why is there one less, Xue Qing?" She turned around and shouted, "Xue Qing."
Xue Qing?
Everyone present knew that this name was there, and seeing the crowd there avoiding it, a young man stood there.
"Me? Do I want to compare too?"
Seeing everyone looking over, he seemed a little surprised.
Zhang Shuangtong said: "Of course, aren't you from Chang'an Mansion? Have you become a brave man in the capital as His Highness Suo said?"
This kid...the people around him looked shocked again.
Xue Qing smiled, stepped forward, raised his hand to salute Suo Shengxuan: "Young Master Suo."
Suo Shengxuan saw his eyes shining, but then he took a step back and said, "I won't compare you to Young Master Qingzi to poetry."
Yi? The people around me were a little puzzled, why?
Suo Shengxuan didn't say anything anymore, Zhang Shuangtong said, "Smart, Your Highness the Crown Prince is indeed self-aware, and taking the initiative to admit defeat is also a kind of courage and no shame."
This young man was too rude. Seeing that he was dressed and looked like a family, why did he look like this... Wang Zhao and others frowned slightly, and then looked at Suo Shengxuan's expression was not at all unhappy. Well, fortunately, the Prince of Xiliang couldn't understand.
"Why are you still comparing? You are so powerful here just now, why do you have to compare with real swords and guns? It's not like poetry, or compare with Cuju?" Chu Minghui said.
The words were the same as everyone had heard before, but when they changed their words to those who listened, there were low talks sounding around them again.
Suo Shengxuan said, "I dare not compare." He looked at Xue Qing and looked at these teenagers with aggrieved expressions.
"Your Highness, Cuju is not something you can play alone." A young man in white robe next to him whispered to him, "That Xue Qing is treacherous, Qi Niang wants us to beware of him, but what are the others in Chang'an Mansion afraid of?"
That's right, Suo Shengxuan's eyes lit up and he looked here and said, "Bi Cuju."
Zhang Shuangtong raised his hand and waved it, "Okay, compare to Cuju."
This is decided? The people around were talking louder, and Wang Zhao hurriedly said, "Your Highness, my family does not have a suitable venue...why would you like to discuss it another day?"
Before Suo Shengxuan answered, Zhang Shuangtong said: "It is better to hit the day than choose a day. We go out to find a place and just cuju. We can just raise our feet and come. Do we need to practice for ten days and half a month?"
Where did the liberty come from? Wang Zhao frowned and looked behind him. Xue Qing was brought by Jinzhi, and Xue Qing's companions were naturally also through Wang Jinzhi... These people don't have to worry about them.
Suo Shengxuan also responded. He turned around with the young men in Xiliang. Wang Zhao couldn't keep him at all, so he could only watch Suo Shengxuan and others go out.
Zhang Shuangtong was still shouting, "We don't have enough manpower. Who of you can Cuju? You need to be powerful? Forget it, just let it go, just make up for it."
No one stood up, even if someone was moved, it would be too rude to say that sentence is amazing.
These seven or eight teenagers stood in the field and were watched by a crowd of people, looking awkward and pitiful.
"I'll do it." Someone shouted, his voice a little timid, "But I'm not powerful, I don't know if it's OK."
It was the boy who just hit the ground with a ball.
Zhang Shuangtong said, "Actually, I don't have to say whether you can do it or not." He looked at Xue Qing and raised his chin, "Sancilang, can he do it?"
Xue Qing looked at the boy and smiled: "Okay, Young Master Zhaozi, come together." He obviously recognized the boy.
No one stood up except the boy from the Jiang family, and the others from the Jiang family also frowned and whispered something.
Wang Zhao walked towards Xue Qing and said, "Young Master Qingzi, this is inappropriate."
Xue Qing said, "Young Master Zhengzhi doesn't need to worry, it's hard to sweep away Prince Suo's Yaxing." However, he refused, bowed to him, and looked at Wang Jinzhi in the crowd. Wang Jinzhi was never approaching, and stood aside with a little uneasy look. Xue Qing smiled and said, "We'll say goodbye first."
Wang Zhao couldn't stop him either.
Zhou Yan couldn't help but step forward to pull Xue Qing and whispered: "Young Master Qingzi, don't compete. It doesn't make sense if you win or lose."
Xue Qing smiled and said, "I'm wrong, winning this matter is the meaning of itself."
......
......
Chapter completed!