"Is it possible that His Highness the Eighth Prince looks down on us?"
A dissatisfied and slightly accusatory word interrupted the conversation between Zhao Hongrun and He Xinxian about the new subject examination.∈♀
"Why do you say that?"
Zhao Hongrun replied with a smile.
I saw the scholar frowning and saying: "The Yafeng Poetry Society does not care about the family, but only pays attention to literary talent and moral character, coming and going... The lower class people respect that His Highness the Eighth Prince is the prince, and they just stood up to greet him, and the Eighth Highness has since entered the palace.
But he didn't express anything, he didn't even say a word to us, doesn't this mean he looks down on us?"
Zhao Hongrun frowned and thought for a while, and felt that what the other party said made sense. After all, he was just talking to He Xinxian and ignored the others because he was curious about the top three candidates in the new subject examination. Therefore, what the scholar said was not wrong.
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However, Zhao Hongrun was very unhappy with the tone of calling for an accusation.
"What's your name?" Zhao Hongrun asked with a slight smile.
The Sixth Prince Zhao Hongzhao frowned slightly. After all, what is your name? This is not a polite question. According to common sense, Zhao Hongrun should say "please ask me your surname" and other respectful rhetoric, rather than "what is your name" for the superior?
Tone.
No, the scholar also showed a bit of anger in his eyes, and said angrily: "I would like to congratulate Song."
He Xinxian had probably heard about Zhao Hongrun's "great achievements" from his grandfather He Xiangxu, and quickly reminded him in a low voice: "This son is the grandson of Lord He Meihe, Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and his character is not bad. His Highness the Eighth Prince..."
Zhao Hongrun nodded to He Xinxian kindly, then smiled at He Song and said, "Okay, Mr. He...Does Mr. He want me to apologize to you for what happened just now?"
He Song was stunned for a moment. He was dissatisfied that Zhao Hongrun was just chatting with He Xinxian and neglecting them. He didn't even think about asking Zhao Hongrun to apologize to them. After all, Zhao Hongrun was also a prince.
"There's no need to apologize..." He Song lost his temper.
"In that case..." Zhao Hongrun nodded, then turned to He Xinxian and said with a smile: "Mr. He, let's continue chatting."
While He Xinxian was stunned, He Song was so angry that he pointed at Zhao Hongrun and was speechless.
The sixth prince Hong Zhao smiled bitterly and rubbed his forehead. Although he knew that his eighth brother Hongrun was an eccentric person, he really had a headache at the moment.
"Your Majesty the Eighth Prince goes too far!" He Song took a deep breath and said angrily.
Zhao Hongrun was happy when he heard this, and said in a pretense of confusion: "Didn't Mr. He say that he wasn't going to ask me to apologize? Then wouldn't that be the case? You talk about yours, and we'll talk about ours." At this point, his eyes changed.
He was slightly cold and said calmly: "Whoever you want to talk to is your Highness's freedom. No one has any rules. Your Highness must talk to you!"
not good……
The Sixth Prince Zhao Hongzhao immediately frowned. He had roughly figured out the temperament of his eighth brother, and knew that once Zhao Hongrun calls himself His Highness instead of me, it means that this eighth brother is already quite unhappy with him.
If I had known this, I should have introduced him first.
Zhao Hongzhao couldn't help but regret a little. After all, he had just seen Zhao Hongrun chatting with He Xinxian about the first two scholars in the new examination, so he did not interrupt out of courtesy, and did not expect that it would cause trouble.
"Hongrun, Hongrun."
He quickly signaled his eighth brother with his eyes. After all, he knew very well that once his eighth brother hated someone and deliberately took revenge, someone would definitely suffer. The Prince of the East Palace was a lesson learned from the past.
…
Looking at the Sixth Brother, Zhao Hongrun snorted softly and stopped talking, thinking that he was betraying the Sixth Brother to save face.
And He Song seemed to be shocked by Zhao Hongrun's last look. Although his face was full of anger, he did not have an attack.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongzhao quickly tried to smooth things over and said: "Actually, I didn't think it through well. Don't worry about it... The original intention of the Yafeng Poetry Society is to exchange academic knowledge and promote both learning and pleasure. Don't let your interest get spoiled." As he spoke, he frequently winked at several young men with good connections in the seats.
One of the scholars understood and changed the subject with a smile: "What His Highness the Sixth Highness said is... Speaking of which, His Highness the Eighth Prince came to our Yafeng Poetry Club today, which really surprised us. Just now His Highness the Eighth Prince was talking to Brother He. , it’s a pity that I can’t get in the conversation... Looking back on the Duanyang Festival at the Wende Hall, His Highness the Eighth Prince’s feats really astonished our generation.”
Zhao Hongrun knew that this scholar would smooth things over like this, just for the sake of his Sixth Emperor brother. It didn't mean that he just ignored him like that, and that he really didn't care in his heart.
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun also cupped his hands and asked politely: "What do you call me brother?"
The scholar was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly returned the greeting and said, "You can't be called a brother to His Highness the Eighth Prince, I am Yang Chu."
"Brother Yang, please don't blame me for being rude just now." Zhao Hongrun said with a smile.
Seeing how polite Zhao Hongrun was to him, the scholar Yang Chang felt that even the slightest resentment in his heart had long since disappeared. He waved his hand and said, "Where is the blame? If you want to blame it, it's brother Xinxian who gets the moon first."
"How can you blame me?" He Xinxian pretended to be stunned and opened his mouth, making everyone laugh.
As the saying goes, everyone carries the sedan chair, and everyone at the banquet is polite when you come and I go. The slight silence just now has long since disappeared. They even felt that His Highness the Eighth Prince was actually quite easy to get along with.
The only unhappy person at the table was probably He Song. Not only did this young man not get the courtesy and attention he hoped for, but it seemed that even his companions were gradually no longer supporting his recent actions.
He was so jealous that he couldn't help but interrupt his companions Yang Chen and others' pursuit of Zhao Hongrun, and sneered: "Is it time to memorize a book while drinking tea? Humph! Ridiculous!"
"..." The atmosphere in Yafeng Pavilion suddenly became awkward again.
This time, not only the sixth prince Zhao Hongzhao was a little unswerving, but also the young scholars such as Yang Xi and He Xinxian at the table couldn't help but look at He Song with dissatisfied eyes.
Thinking about it, it was hard for them to bring back the atmosphere of the poetry meeting. They hoped that the incident just now would be ignored, but they didn't expect it to be ruined by He Song. How could they not be upset?
"Brother congratulations, His Highness the Eighth Prince memorized a book of affirmation from the East Palace in the Wende Palace. This is what we saw with our own eyes. How can it be false?" He Xinxian said dissatisfiedly.
"Humph, you guys had such a good chat just now, so you will naturally speak up for him." He Song curled his lips disdainfully.
"What about me?" Yang Chen frowned and said, "I have seen it with my own eyes and can testify to this!"
you……
He Song glanced angrily at Yang Xi, who usually had a good relationship with him, and felt more and more jealous in his heart. He said coldly: "Anyway, I didn't see it. I don't believe it! ... Unless His Highness the Eighth Prince carries it again!"
What is your identity, and you ask the Eighth Prince to carry it for you again?
During the banquet, all the scholars looked at He Song with strange expressions. Some shook their heads, some sneered, and so on.
In their minds at this moment, although the Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun did treat them coldly when he first entered the palace, after the Sixth Prince's reminder, he had corrected himself and had quite a good chat with them. Isn't that great? Why do we need to create extraneous problems and not forgive others?
Watching He Song pick up a book from beside him and place it on the table, looking at Zhao Hongrun as if provoking, they secretly shook their heads.
"How is it?" Looking at Zhao Hongrun, He Song said provocatively: "If you, the Eighth Prince, can memorize it, I will admit that the Eighth Prince's knowledge and memory are unparalleled in the world!"
Is your recognition of any value?
"Haha." Zhao Hongrun was happy when he heard the words. He felt a little funny. He shook his head and said lightly: "I never said that I could memorize a book. From beginning to end, I said that the new book compiled by Donggong stole it. It was just made by an unknown ancestor."
"Let's see." Hearing this, He Song glanced at his friends at the table with pride.
It's a pity that He Xinxian, Yang Chu and others showed no expression.
Did the East Palace steal documents and deceive the emperor?
In their view, His Highness the Eighth Prince's rhetoric was just to deceive people who didn't know what was going on. Is it necessary for the dignified Prince of the East Palace to do something that would be criticized if it were leaked in order to establish his reputation?
Obviously, the so-called stolen articles from the East Palace are nothing more than His Highness's attempt to cover up his amazing gift of photographic memory and to counter the words of the Prince of the East Palace.
Especially Yang Chang, He Xinxian and others who were sitting at the banquet with the Sixth Prince that day had witnessed the Crown Prince blaming the Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun with their own eyes, so they naturally understood why the Eighth Prince would make such remarks.
It's ridiculous that He Song thought he had caught the Eighth Prince and was so complacent about it.
"It seems that seeing is not necessarily believing. I am quite surprised that His Highness the Sixth Prince invited His Highness the Eighth Prince to the Yafeng Poetry Society." He Song said unforgivingly.
What he said was quite surprising, and the implication was that Zhao Hongrun was not qualified to participate in the Yafeng Poetry Society.
"Then what do you want?" Zhao Hongrun asked funnyly.
He Song heard this and said, "I'm so bold and want to try His Highness the Eighth Prince's literary talent!"
The sixth prince Zhao Hongzhao, Yang Chu, He Xinxian and others originally wanted to stop him, but when they heard what He Song said, they couldn't help but feel a little moved, because they were also very curious whether the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun, who had always been well hidden, was actually full of blood. Talented in abdominal economics.
After all, although He Song was arrogant, he did have real talent and learning.
However, under the expectant eyes of everyone, Zhao Hongrun shook his head and said, "Not good."
As soon as these words came out, everyone at the table couldn't help but be a little surprised: His Highness the Eighth Prince gave in?
Before everyone could come to their senses, Zhao Hongrun continued: "You have been asking questions, but they are just reciting poems and answering them, with nothing new. So, let me ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, What if I lose?"
It turns out that His Highness the Eighth Prince wants to turn his back on guests...
Everyone at the table suddenly felt enlightened, and they suddenly had some expectations for the new idea Zhao Hongrun was referring to.
It can be seen that He Song is indeed a scholar who is quite confident in his talents. Hearing this, he said coldly: "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince, it's okay to ask. If you don't answer a question wrong, get out of Yafeng Pavilion with your head in your hands." Go out, from now on in this Yafeng Poetry Club, I will no longer be able to congratulate Song!"
Hearing this, Zhao Hongrun had an inexplicable smile on his face.
"Don't talk too much!"
ps: Who cast so many 12,000 reminder votes yesterday? It made me... feel weird and itchy.