Ximen Hao watched the eyes scanning his body, but he didn't feel any discomfort.
After all, I was seen by hundreds of thousands of armies of humans and beasts back then.
"Crack!"
He took a hard bite of the apple, chewed it for a few times, and then threw it on the table.
Stand up and salute everyone:
"Hello everyone, I am Ximen Hao, the prince of Qing Dynasty. I am attending the Cantonese Literature Conference for the first time. I hope you will take care of me."
After saying that, he sat back and looked intently at the dancing girls twisting their waists.
"Boom!" The cabin exploded instantly.
"Hey! Ximen Hao, is it true that you and Princess Luo Li eat and live together?"
"Ximen Hao, does Emperor Tang know about the matter between you and Princess Luo Li?"
"Ximen Hao, do you plan to take Princess Luo Li back to Qingguo?"
"Ximen Hao, I heard that for Princess Luo Li, you crippled the grandson of Sect Leader Luoyun, right?"
"Ximen Hao..."
It was buzzing for a while, as if Ximen Hao was holding a press conference, and a series of questions made his eyelids twitch wildly.
Isn’t this the Cantonese Literature Club? Why did it become the Bagua Club?
"I was wrong, I was wrong from the beginning, so the invitation should be thrown away."
Murong Xin covered her forehead. She never expected that Ximen Hao was already so famous.
But think about it, this place is only a few miles away from Tiandu College. Those students come to Tiandu City every seven days to drink and have fun. There is no way to hide the news.
"I was wrong, I'm just cheap! Why are you following me for free!"
Ji Wubing also covered his face with a fan. This year's Cantonese Literature Conference was very lively.
Bai Yi, on the other hand, looked at Ximen Hao curiously, with a hint of envy at the same time.
At the same time, why are the students of Tiandu College so famous among others?
"Hahaha! Everyone, why is the discussion so lively?"
With a burst of hearty laughter, everyone quieted down and looked inside.
I saw a handsome man with shaved hair, wearing a white robe, a sword on his waist and a wine gourd appearing in the cabin, followed by a little book boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.
Everyone quickly stood up and saluted:
"I've seen the Qinglian Sword Master."
"Qinglian Sword Master? Is this Tang Taibai?"
Ximen Hao also stood up, but instead of saluting, he looked at Tang Taibai carefully.
"Hahaha! You're welcome. I'd like to thank you all for giving Tang a face today. Everyone, please take a seat."
Tang Taibai smiled and returned the gift, and then continued:
"I heard you guys shouting 'Ximen Hao' just now. Yes, this year I invited Prince Hao from Qing Kingdom. Who is that?"
After saying that, he looked in the direction of Murong Xin.
"Pack!"
Ximen Hao despised the other party in his heart, then stood up and saluted:
"I've heard about the name Qinglian Sword Saint for a long time, student Ximen Hao, I'm so polite."
"Hahaha! Prince Hao doesn't need any gifts, he doesn't need any gifts."
As Tang Taibai said, he also came over, showing such politeness that everyone was stunned at the same time.
Who was Tang Taibai? The poet saint of the Tang Dynasty! He was arrogant and bohemian. When had he ever been so polite to a newcomer?
"Everyone, there are several newcomers to the Cantonese Literature Society this year. Let me formally introduce them to you."
When Tang Taibai arrived in front of Ximen Haojin, he introduced to everyone:
"This is the rumored saint, Prince Ximen Hao of the Qing Kingdom. This is the young sect leader of Tianji Sect, Ji Wubing. And this, I believe everyone has heard of it, is one of the younger generations of Daxia who has outstanding literary talent.
Rookie, Bai Yi."
Ji Wubing and Bai Yi also quickly stood up and bowed their hands to everyone.
The people here also returned the favor, but there was no enthusiasm for Ximen Hao.
After all, Ximen Hao was turned into a saint by the bard! Especially the establishment of official academies and medical clinics, now not only the Qing Dynasty, but also many countries have followed suit.
It can be said that future literati will be full of gratitude to Ximen Hao.
"Haha, it's actually an honor for us to be invited by the Sword Master. Come on, Xiaoji, Bai Yi, let's toast the Qinglian Sword Master."
Ximen Hao bent down and picked up the wine glass. Regarding this Tang Taibai, it is not difficult to see from the performance of various literati today that the other party has a high prestige.
"Hahaha! It seems that Prince Hao knows how good I am!"
Tang Taibai reached out and took out the wine gourd from his waist, opened it and took a big sip with the three of them.
Suddenly, Tang Taibai lifted the wine gourd and recited a poem:
If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk. Liu Ling will be ashamed after drinking a thousand cups.
The moon invites the goddess to drink with her, and the river meets melancholy in wine.
"Good! What a poem!"
"Wonderful! You are truly worthy of being called a poet!"
"..."
All of a sudden, there was an endless stream of flattery and flattery.
Tang Taibai smiled faintly, looked at Ximen Hao and said:
"I have long heard that Prince Hao has a unique way of reciting poetry. Why not take advantage of the Cantonese Literature Society today to compose a poem for everyone?"
Ximen Hao also smiled, and began to filter some poems from his predecessors in his mind, preparing to copy one.
Just when I was about to show off, I felt someone tugging at the corner of my clothes.
With a thought in his heart, he bowed and said:
"The Poet Sage has been exalted. I am just a martial artist, and all I write are vulgar poems, so I won't show off my shame."
After saying that, he sat down.
Tang Taibai did not force it, but gave Ji Wubing a meaningful look and walked back with the wine gourd.
"Xiaoji, why do you stop me from showing off?"
Ximen Hao asked in Ji Wubing's ear.
Ji Wubing covered himself with a feather fan and whispered:
"Your Highness, these literati are all arrogant. As newcomers and juniors, it is better for us to keep a low profile. We are here just to show our faces and leave a name in the literati circle. There is no need to stand out."
Ximen Hao's brows gradually relaxed, he nodded, then sat down and said nothing.
Murong Xin also breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Ximen Haoqiang would come forward and cause trouble.
After all, Tang Taibai just composed a song, here you go.
If it doesn't work well, that's it. If that amazing verse appears again, it will inevitably cause the other party's displeasure.
"Everyone, this year's Cantonese Literature Society has officially begun. As usual, everyone can speak freely and discuss poems and songs. Of course, the wine and beauty ladies are also ready for everyone!"
Tang Taibai said and clapped his hands.
The dancer in the middle quickly stepped aside, and four beautiful women walked out of it.
Each of these four women has a graceful figure and beautiful appearance, and none of them is holding a piece of clothing in their hands.
Qin, Pipa, Xiao, and Erhu.
"Everyone, today on earth and in heaven, give Tang a face. The four great courtesans, spring, summer, autumn and winter, will serve us tonight!"
Tang Taibai said and nodded to the four women.
The four girls smiled slightly, then sat on the chairs brought by the four maids and began to play.
Everyone started drinking and chatting, while watching the four oirans playing, each one of them mesmerized.
Not to mention, these four oirans are not only beautiful, but their music is even more beautiful.