When the two came to the door, they were immediately greeted by two Confucian scholars in blue robes. They obviously did not recognize Hu Xiaotian. At the same time, they bowed deeply to Xu Zhengying and said: "Qiu Zhigao, late student, Qiu Zhitang pays homage to Mr. Xu."
Xu Zhengying smiled and said: "There is no need to be too polite. Today we are a PEN association. We don't need to pay attention to the polite etiquette in officialdom." He turned to Hu Xiaotian and said: "Nephew, these two are famous talents in the capital, the sons of Lord Taishi Lingqiu.
.”
Hu Xiaotian pretended to cup his hands and said: "I have admired the name for a long time, and it is like thunder in my ears!" In fact, he had never heard of these two people at all, and even his father had heard of them for the first time.
Just be polite.
The two brothers Qiu Zhigao and Qiu Zhitang also returned the favor. After all, they didn’t know where this kid came from. Since he came with Xu Zhengying, the Minister of Household Affairs, he must be a relative or disciple of Xu Zhengying. This time the PEN meeting will be held by the two of them.
It was organized by the brothers. Their father was Qiu Qingshan, the magistrate of Taishi. Although his official position was only the fifth rank, his position in the court was very important. He was currently compiling "Dakang Tongjian" and was a well-known scholar in Dakang.
.
Xu Zhengying did not introduce him to them. He was afraid that others would know Hu Xiaotian's identity and it would be best to treat him as his follower.
Qiu Zhigao led the way and led the two of them upstairs.
It was the first time for Hu Xiaotian to participate in such a social activity, and he felt novel about everything around him. He looked around as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden.
The PEN meeting is on the fifth floor. More than a dozen people have arrived, in small groups, chatting about literature and shaking their heads. Hu Xiaotian also participated in the literature club when he was in college, and his level of Chinese studies is at the master's level.
But when I looked at the scene, I didn’t recognize anyone there.
Xu Zhengying is quite talented and famous, and often participates in such pen activities. In addition, he is a third-rank official. His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention. The group of young and middle-aged literary people hurried over to get close to Xu Zhengying.
There is no time to take care of Hu Xiaotian.
Hu Xiaotian was naturally left aside. He didn't care. He found a seat by the window, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, admiring the long sky outside the window.
Xu Zhengying was not the only official who came to participate in the PEN meeting today, and he was not the highest-ranking official that day, so he did not enjoy the treatment of being held in high esteem for long. With the arrival of Wu Jingshan, the Minister of Rites, and Su Qingkun, the imperial censor, the center immediately moved to
On both of them.
Xu Zhengying originally thought that he was the highest-ranking person attending the PEN meeting that day. He had not expected that Wu Jingshan, the Minister of Rites, would come over. He was a third-rank official, and no one would be willing to be a match. Xu Zhengying came to the PEN meeting with a hug at the beginning.
I came here with the idea of being the protagonist. Who would have thought that something like this would happen today? As for the censor Zhongcheng Su Qingkun, he was from the fourth rank, which was half a level lower than Xu Zhengying. They were both frequent visitors of the PEN Club. Xu Zhengying felt a little unhappy.
, when the Qiu brothers greeted him at the door, they didn't reveal to him that Wu Jingshan was also coming. I don't know if it was an accidental omission or intentional.
Su Qingkun behaved very humbly in front of Wu Jingshan, the Minister of Rites. In fact, the reason why Wu Jingshan came here today was to join in the fun with him. The nature was similar to that of Hu Xiaotian, but the sensation caused by Wu Jingshan's arrival was countless times greater than that of Hu Xiaotian. Just now
As soon as it arrived, it attracted everyone's attention. The group of literati hurriedly went over to see the ceremony. The reason why literati with integrity and character can be passed down in history is because rare things are valuable, and literati's fame and wealth are of great importance.
His heart is countless times heavier than that of ordinary people. When he sees a third-grade official coming in person, everyone rushes to cling to him.
Wu Jingshan, the Minister of Etiquette, was in his mid-50s. He was well-groomed and elegant. Although he had a faint smile on his face, he gave the impression of being arrogant and indifferent. No matter who came forward to greet him, he always had the same expression, even his head was swollen.
Too lazy to click on it.
Xu Zhengying and Wu Jingshan didn't have much interaction, and they knew that the Minister of Rites and his immediate boss Hu Buwei had always been at odds. The two had had many arguments in the court in front of the emperor, and they couldn't help but secretly complain.
, if Wu Jingshan recognizes that Hu Xiaotian is Hu Buwei's son, he will most likely make things difficult for this kid. I hope Hu Xiaotian can keep his word and pretend to be dumb. Xu Zhengying glanced at Hu Xiaotian, but saw Hu Xiaotian
A man was sitting at the table by the window, turning his head to look at the scenery outside, seemingly not paying attention to what was going on here at all, and then he felt a little at ease.
After the group of people dispersed, Xu Zhengying walked over, bowed his hands and said, "I'm here to see Mr. Wu!"
Wu Jingshan's eyes dropped for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. There was a bit of disdain in the smile: "Isn't this Mr. Xu, the Minister of Household Affairs?"
Xu Zhengying said in his heart that you have seen me a long time ago, what's the point of pretending, and said with a smile: "Master Wu can come to the PEN Club in person and make the Yanshui Pavilion shine. I have admired you for a long time with your poems and articles, which are the best. Today I am waiting for the end."
It’s my honor to meet your lord’s talent.”
Hu Xiaotian's attention was attracted by this series of flattery. Xu Zhengying's flattery skills were really good. He made a series of flattery and said such disgusting words without blushing. Hu Xiaotian didn't know Wu Jingshan, but from the crowd surrounding him, he
The flattering people around him have already guessed that this person's identity must be extraordinary. Even Xu Zhengying took such a photo of him. He must be at least a third-rank official. I bet this official is older than his father.
Although Xu Zhengying's flattery was very clever, Wu Jingshan didn't seem to be cold. He just smiled lightly and said: "I have nothing to do today. I heard Mr. Su talking about the PEN Club here, so I came to have a look."
A group of talented scholars rushed to flatter him. Although the contents were different, they were all compliments about Wu Jingshan's talent, which was unparalleled in ancient and modern times. It was a great honor to be taught by him in person today.
This Wu Jingshan is indeed one of the famous talents in Dakang. Talented people often have the problem of being arrogant and arrogant. Wu Jingshan obviously does not take this group of people seriously. In terms of official position, he is the number one on the scene.
, he is second to none in terms of talent and learning.
Xu Zhengying was originally going to sit at the same table as Hu Xiaotian, but Wu Jingshan came. In order to show respect for Wu Jingshan, he had to accompany this third-rank official. Unfortunately, Wu Jingshan and Su Qingkun had just sat down in the center seat, and the rest
Several stools in the room were immediately occupied by the buttocks of talented people who were bent on getting close to them. Xu Zhengying hesitated for a moment and had no chance to get close to them.
Xu Zhengying secretly cursed in his heart. In the past, at the PEN Club, he, the third grade, was usually the center of everyone's attention. Today, when Wu Jingshan came, the situation immediately changed. The world is in a cold state, and literati are more philistine than fighting against the common people.
Xu Zhengying reluctantly went back to sit next to Hu Xiaotian. Hu Xiaotian held the tea cup, squinted his eyes and looked at Wu Jingshan, who was like a star holding the moon, and whispered: "Who is that old guy? He seems to be very majestic."
Xu Zhengying lowered her voice and said: "Mr. Wu Jingshan, the Minister of Rites, and the person next to him is Mr. Su Qingkunsu, the censor Zhongcheng."
If Hu Xiaotian realized something, he nodded and said: "Which one of them is more senior to you?"
Xu Zhengying's face turned red when asked, and she thought to herself, "Why don't you open and pick up which pot?" But since Hu Xiaotian asked, he was too embarrassed to avoid answering, and whispered: "Master Wu is a third-level official, Su
Your Excellency is from the fourth rank." He did not directly say who was older and who was younger, but only reported their official ranks. The rest is for you, Hu Xiaotian, to understand and compare by yourself.
Hu Xiaotian really has a bit of a stubborn spirit: "If you are at the third rank, you are one level higher than you, and if you are at the fourth rank, you are half a level lower than you. So this old guy is the biggest official today. No wonder he seems arrogant and arrogant."
Xu Zhengying couldn't help but feel a little frightened when she heard that this kid was speaking freely, and hurriedly reminded him: "Walls have ears, so there are some things you can't say."
Hu Xiaotian smiled and said: "Speaking of this Minister of Rites, I remembered one thing. Did he read a copy of my father's book two days ago?" Hu Xiaotian mostly heard these things from his servants. Liang Dazhuang is a big talker. As long as he hears
Any news will be reported to Hu Xiaotian.
Xu Zhengying's forehead was sweating. This was indeed the case. I don't know how this bastard knew about it. Seeing Hu Xiaotian's expression that was half-smiling but not smiling, I couldn't help but feel a hair in my heart. I said, this guy is not thinking about revenge, is he?
He whispered: "It is common for people in the imperial court to have different political opinions. Everyone is serving the public good and there is no personal grudge." He said this, but in his heart he understood that the relationship between Wu Jingshan and Hu Buwei was bad and they were often in court.
There were overt and covert fights in the hall.
Hu Xiaotian sneered, said nothing, picked up the tea cup and continued to sip the tea, his eyes glancing towards Wu Jingshan from time to time, wondering what bad idea this guy was thinking.
Now that Wu Jingshan is here, Xu Zhengying has naturally become a foil. In the past, he usually asked him for instructions whether to start a pen meeting, but today it has been changed to ask Wu Jingshan for instructions.
Qiu Zhigao came to Wu Jingshan and bowed deeply, almost hitting his head on the floor. This bow was absolutely level, and it was even more respectful than when he greeted Xu Zhengying just now.
Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but think that this guy behaved so exaggeratedly when he saw a third-grade official. If he really saw a first-grade official, he would pierce the floor with his head. Bitch, can you have the backbone of a scholar? An Neng can destroy his eyebrows.
He has no moral integrity at all.
Qiu Zhigao said respectfully: "Master Wu, can the PEN Conference begin?"
Wu Jingshan smiled and said nothing, but the censor Su Qingkun said: "Wait a moment!" He looked at the door, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
Everyone couldn't help but wonder, what kind of important person could make this third-grade official wait patiently? Who could have such a big arrogance? When they were confused, they suddenly heard a loud voice announcing: "Miss Huo is here!"
Hu Xiaotian was startled. I said, after a long time, this old guy is actually waiting for the girl. I didn’t expect that this sanctimonious old guy would have so many tricks, but he didn’t know that the girl was worthy of their wait. Hu Xiaotian was not like other people.
He was obviously curious in his heart and wanted to see what was going on, but in his heart he had to forcefully suppress the impulse of curiosity. On the surface, he had to pretend to be calm as usual, as calm as if the mountain was about to collapse. Hu Xiaotian stretched his neck and looked at the entrance.
