"Everyone is safe."

Emperor Qingyuan said with a smile, and then the high eunuch's high-pitched voice spread to every corner of the hall.

The ministers thanked him and returned to their seats.

Pei Yue Zhuangruo looked at Fang Xiexiao opposite him inadvertently, and found that the sadness and depression in the other person's eyes had not faded, so he could not help but secretly increase his vigilance. Over the years, he had seen too many deep-set people who could not express their emotions and anger, and Fang Xiexiao

Xiao's expression is obviously not normal, because according to the information obtained in the past, this Duke of Zhen Guo is by no means a shallow character in the city government.

Emperor Qingyuan, who was sitting on the dragon throne, seemed to be in a good mood and seemed not to be aware of the turbulent undercurrent below.

In the eyes of most courtiers, the reason why His Majesty is so happy is because the marriage has finally come true, which has added a layer of guarantee to the covenant drawn up by the two countries before, and can win two or three years of peace for the Great Zhou Dynasty. In fact, the palace

The courtiers present were not as naive and naive as those literati. No matter what their stance was, they could at least see the benefits of marriage.

For Zhou Dynasty, this is the only delaying strategy at the moment, because after Beiliang defeated Wu State last year, it is obvious that it will take advantage of the situation to send its troops south.

This is also the reason why the Emperor of Beiliang preferred to dispatch Beijing troops to support the western border last year, but kept the southern border troops motionless.

There is another reason why Emperor Qingyuan was so happy that only a few people know about it, such as Xian Chunqiu who was smiling while twirling his beard.

Although Pei Yue was not sure how the old man reported the conversation between the two to the emperor, one thing he could conclude was that he would inevitably loosen his attitude and make the emperor misunderstand that he would be more certain to surrender him in the future.

Sure enough, the smile on Emperor Qingyuan's face grew a little thicker, he looked at Pei Yue and said, "Pei Zhengshi."

Pei Yue cupped his hands and said, "The foreign minister is here."

Emperor Qingyuan said gently: "I heard earlier that you are talented in both civil and military affairs. I didn't believe it at first. How can there be such a smart and versatile person in the world? Of course, I have never doubted your military strategy.

Both Gong and Jubeihou praised me in front of me several times. But I always felt that the way of poetry and prose was misrepresented by the world. It was not until Qing wrote a heartfelt poem "Po Zhenzi" at the Donglin Wenhui a few days ago that I realized

The rumors are true."

Pei Yue's heart moved slightly, and he said with a flawless smile on his face: "Your Majesty's ridiculous praise, foreign ministers are ashamed to deserve it. That poem is just a temporary play, and it really does not deserve your Majesty's love."

Of course, his words were not meant to belittle Jiaxuan's lyrics, but His Majesty the Emperor's words contained an ambush, so he had to decline them in advance.

However, Emperor Qingyuan seemed not to hear the implication of Pei Yue's words. He slightly raised his tone and said: "Why should Pei Qing be too modest? Today is a great wedding banquet. Zhou and Liang have finally become a neighborly country. Why don't Pei Qing write a poem to express his gratitude?"

Remember this once-in-a-lifetime feast?"

Daqing Hall adopts a unique internal design that can amplify part of the human voice. Although the low-ranking officials below still cannot hear it, at least close to half of the officials can hear Emperor Qingyuan's voice clearly.

The expressions on the faces of many civil servants have become complicated and embarrassing, because the only advantage that the Great Zhou Dynasty has over Beiliang today is the prosperity of civilization. This is not only the rich legacy of the aristocratic families who migrated southward, but also the legacy of the past hundred years.

They can recognize Pei Yue's military exploits and his decisiveness in killing, but they cannot recognize the excellence of this Northern Liang dignitary in poetry and articles.

This is their last pride in facing the Liang people.

Now His Majesty the Emperor admires Pei Yue's literary talent so much that he even repeatedly persuaded him to leave a gorgeous chapter for today's banquet. How can the literati in the palace accept this?

Whispers gradually began to rise, but the big shots sitting in the east remained calm.

Pei Yue raised his head to look at Emperor Qingyuan, who had a gentle look on his face. He actually saw a hint of praise in his eyes, as if he was deliberately letting him show off his talent. Looking at the different expressions of those opposite him, he quickly understood the meaning.

It seems that Emperor Qingyuan hoped to draw closer to the literary world of the Southern Zhou Dynasty through this method.

Emperor Qingyuan said loudly: "Does Pei Qing have any good words?"

Pei Yue said calmly but firmly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Foreign ministers have never been talented, and I have no intention of reciting poems or composing poems during this period, so I have no words to offer."

Emperor Qingyuan responded with a look of regret.

Pei Yue didn't want to make the atmosphere too tense, at least before leaving Jian'an City, he didn't want to have uncontrollable chaos again. The reason why he just provoked Fang Xie Xiao was, on the one hand, he was sure that this person would never openly defy Emperor Qingyuan's will.

, on the other hand, I hope to add fire to him so that he can complete the subsequent actions naturally.

The banquet officially started, and after Emperor Qingyuan drank from his glass, Pei Yue toasted to him on behalf of Daliang.

Today's banquet was of a very high standard, so naturally no one would deliberately cause drunkenness. In addition, there was an old scholar Sheng Duanming with an astonishing capacity for drinking next to him. Pei Yue was happy to relax, but he only drank with a few people of equal status according to etiquette and status.

In such a festive and peaceful atmosphere, time passed quietly.

About half an hour later, most of the officials in the palace were drunk. Fang Yuntian, who was sitting behind Fang Xiexiao, suddenly stood up, came to the empty area in the middle of the inner steps and stood there, bowed to Emperor Qingyuan and said: "

Your Majesty, I have something to report."

Emperor Qingyuan's face was rosy, he nodded with a smile and said, "That's right."

The palace gradually became quiet, and all the ministers turned to look at the tall figure.

Fang Yuntian's eyes did not squint, and he said respectfully: "Today is the happy day of Your Highness the Princess. How can we congratulate her with a masterpiece? Just now, Hou Qian of Zhongshan declined. It must be because he was not too drunk to drink. However, it was boring to drink.

I would like to perform a sword dance to cheer up the wine, and congratulate Her Royal Highness the Princess, the country of Great Zhou, and the Holy Emperor!"

Emperor Qingyuan was overjoyed and praised: "Ai Qing's move is wonderful."

The hall immediately resounded with cheers like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

Only Sheng Duanming frowned slightly and looked at Pei Yue with some worry.

"It's okay." Pei Yue smiled softly and said in a low voice.

He looked calmly at Fang Yuntian, who was standing not far away.

Is this the Hongmen Banquet?

After all, I still couldn’t calm down.

At this moment, Fang Yuntian took a long sword from the eunuch's hand, held it in the starting position with his backhand, and slowly stretched out his left arm.

"The sword is so cold that it leans high against the dusk sky, and the sun and moon lock a man's heart."

Hearing just one sentence from his mouth, the figure suddenly turned into a wisp of breeze, and the long sword shook out countless waves of light in the air, like strands of drizzle, bringing with it the sound of dragons roaring.

Everyone in the world knows the Five Tigers of the Fang Family, and most of their impressions of Fang Yuntian are based on his identity as the leader of the Pingjiang Faction Camp. Very few people pay special attention to his martial arts cultivation. Until this moment, in the hall where thousands of people were watching, he was exerting all his strength.

The figure flies with the sword, like a banished immortal.

"Don't hide your teeth and claws like a crazy tiger, so that you can summon the wind and thunder to rise up as a crouching dragon."

When the second sentence came out, the sword energy suddenly turned fierce, and in conjunction with his steady and heavy steps, there was a faint aura of dark clouds pressing over the city.

"It used to be said that princes had no family background, but in ancient times they only had wealth and servants."

His energetic voice echoed in the hall, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be carrying a huge force. Every step he took was forceful through the bluestone. Every move of the sword was heavy and sluggish, gradually revealing a bit of struggle, as if

Trapped in a corner of this world.

A layman watching the excitement and an expert watching the door, the civil servants of the Southern Zhou Dynasty were all affected by Fang Yuntian's majestic sword dance with continuous changes. Listening to the long and lasting music, looking at the figure in the palace who gradually became one with the sword, people kept shouting out

exclamation.

Pei Yue was undoubtedly a real expert in the palace. When he saw Fang Yuntian's sword power changing from elegant to heavy, his expression gradually became serious.

In the Taishitai Pavilion's information, there are only a few figures about Fang Yuntian's martial arts cultivation, because this person has never openly competed with others, and he mainly kills enemies and rushes into battle on the battlefield. It was not until this moment that Pei Yue could confirm the purpose with his own eyes.

A fact that is not optimistic.

Fang Yuntian's martial arts cultivation is not inferior to his!

At this moment, Fang Yuntian's body suddenly stopped, his long sword drew a semicircle, and as he recited the last line of the poem, the sword edge rushed towards Pei Yue like lightning.

"You must treat the road as an adventure, and don't tread on the dirty tracks of the world!"

As the trace word came out, the long sword came to Pei Yue.

At this moment, the Daqing Hall fell into a strange state of noise and silence. The noise was because countless people screamed in surprise, including some big shots scolding Fang Yuntian to stop. The silence was because time seemed to suddenly slow down. Pei Yue and Fang

Yuntian, the two most outstanding young warriors in the north and south of the Yangtze River, looked at each other. The external noise had disappeared, and they only had each other in their eyes.

Pei Yue calmly watched the sword approaching.

Fang Yuntian stared at Pei Yue's face indifferently.

"Qiang!"

The great joy came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Fang Yuntian's long sword stopped three feet in front of Pei Yue. The sword was as steady as a rock, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

Pei Yue still maintained his previous posture, and even the movement of holding the wine cup did not change.

Emperor Qingyuan, who was sitting above him, breathed a sigh of relief and was about to order Fang Yuntian to retreat when he heard this young man say first, "The solitary sword has lost its luster. Does the Marquis of Zhongshan think so?"

Everyone was stunned.

Pei Yue slowly put down the wine cup and looked at the other party indifferently.

Fang Yuntian said in a deep voice: "I have heard for a long time that Marquis Zhongshan is excellent in martial arts, and I have been admiring him like thunder for a long time. Today coincides with the great feast of Dacheng, so I would like to ask Marquis Zhongshan to give me some advice!"

These words were loud and clear, neither humble nor arrogant, but Pei Yue saw a trace of suppressed anger in his eyes.

For some reason, Emperor Qingyuan didn't say anything to stop it. Xu Huiyan, Xian Chunqiu, and even Fang Xiexiao and others didn't speak, let alone the other Southern Zhou officials who were full of expectations.

They still remembered that Pei Yue defeated the powerful sons of the dynasty outside the Sifang Pavilion, which made countless Zhou people look shameless. At the same time, they knew that Fang Yuntian had a calm and tenacious temperament, and would never mess around on this occasion unless he was sure of victory.

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of malicious eyes, Pei Yue stood up calmly, looked at Fang Yuntian, whose eyes were becoming more and more murderous, and said two words casually.

"OK."

I’ll try to update it as soon as possible in the future~~~

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