The strongest collapse system

Chapter 701 Bet
This flower hall is like the main courtyard of a wealthy family. The attic is bright and spacious, and many young people gather here.

Just as Hong Yi entered the flower hall, he heard a familiar voice: "Brother Hong, you are here!"

But it was a young man with a folding fan in his hand and a jade pendant on his waist.

It was Luo Yun, the princess of Zhennan who disguised herself as a man.

She is being surrounded by a group of princes and children, like the moon surrounded by stars.

When the group of princes and children heard Luo Yun's greeting, they immediately looked towards Hong Yi, and the whole flower hall was silent.

"Who is this person, which family's child is he, and why has he never seen him before?"

"I don't know, it seems to be kind, but I can't remember who it is..."

Suddenly, a person seemed to realize something, his face was shocked, and he couldn't believe it, so he cast his eyes on Hong Yi and looked at him carefully.

"But Brother Yi from the Hong Mansion?" The well-mannered young man stepped forward and asked.

"Exactly, I don't know brother...?" Hong Yi glanced at him, but he didn't recognize him.

"I'm Jing Yuxing's cousin, Jing Yuxuan." The young man smiled.

This Jing Yuxuan is a person who has read a lot of poetry and books, and has an extraordinary temperament. He and Hong Yi had a very happy chat. For a while, Hong Yi ignored everyone else.

"Brother Hong!" A dissatisfied voice rang out, clear and pleasant with a trace of reproach.

Hong Yi suddenly realized and looked at the owner of the voice, Luo Yun.

"Haha, it's all my fault! I delayed the princess' meeting with her friends." Jing Yuxuan apologized and retreated into the crowd.

Zhennan Princess Luo Yun's face looked better now, and she pulled Hong Yi to introduce him to the people attending the church meeting.

"This is the son of Hou Shilang's family of the Ministry of War, this is the son of Wang Shangshu's family of the Ministry of Rites, this is the young master of Changle Hou's family, this is..."

Hong Yi listened to Luo Yun's introduction, and greeted the prince's children one by one.

While saluting, he carefully observed the expressions of these people.

Those who can participate in the Zhennan Princess Hall are all children of princes and nobles. These people are all elegantly dressed, but most of their bodies are strong and strong. They also have triggers for riding and shooting bows on their fingers, and their expressions are calm.

Of course, there are also those real dandies, who are weak, lack of energy and blood, and pale.

But after all, it is a minority of the whole.

It can also be seen from this that the current Dagan Dynasty is still in its heyday.

The children of these princes and nobles will almost certainly be court officials in the future, they will be the pillars of the country's future, and they will also lead the country's future atmosphere.

If these future pillars of the country generally play with the wind and the moon, only know how to recite poems and fight against each other, play the piano and play chess, do not admire martial arts, and are weak in body and bone, with yin and yang declining, and lack of blood, then the imperial court will turn from prosperity to decline.

But what Hong Yi saw was not all like this. Only a small number of them were real dandies, and most of the sons of princes were momentary heroes.

It can be seen from this that the entire Daqian Dynasty is still full of vigor and prosperity.

"This is Mr. Hong Yi from Marquis Wu Wen's Mansion. He is proficient in metaphysics and is my friend." Princess Luo Yun of Zhennan first introduced the identities of the participants to Hong Yi, and finally introduced Hong Yi to everyone.

When everyone heard that Hong Yi was born in the Marquis of Wuwen, they immediately paid attention to it.

Marquis Wu Wen was the son of Grand Master Hong Xuanji of Daqian. This status made many young masters show solemn expressions on their faces. However, after looking at him a few times, they looked at Hong Yi with somewhat contemptuous expressions.

They could tell from the clothes and decorations that Hong Yi was not a son of a concubine, but a son of a concubine.

Although Hong Yi's clothes were glamorous, he still didn't want to match Wu Wenhou's mansion. If he was really his son, it was impossible for him to wear such clothes to attend the party.

Luo Yun didn't feel the contempt these people had for Hong Yi.

Maybe feel it, but don't care.

"Brother Hong, I heard that Miss Su Mu in Sanhualou is very good at talking about mysteries. Brother Yi, you have a deep understanding of mysteries. You must embarrass her later and kill her prestige!" Luo Yun turned his eyes and used The folding fan in his hand tapped his forehead which was as clean as jade, and pouted.

Hong Yi nodded silently, and smiled in his heart, but he could hear some sourness.

He knew that this princess was born with a heart of jealousy, jealous of Su Muyu's title as the number one talented woman in the capital.

In Hong Yi's eyes, this kind of jealousy is unnecessary, because although Su Mu has the title of "the most talented woman in Yujing", she is only from a brothel after all, how can she compare with the noble status of Luo Yun, a princess?

But people are like this. They often only see what others have, but not what they own.

This is true for Luo Yun, and it is also true for a group of princes and nobles around them.

The eyes of many people looking at Hong Yi were about to burst into flames, full of naked jealousy.

They are jealous of Hong Yi.

Hong Yi and Luo Yun, the Princess of Zhennan, are really getting too close, and Luo Yun's attitude towards Hong Yi is obviously different from that of other people, and it seems to be closer.

"In the past, we were the only ones who participated in the hall meeting, but today there is a young master from Wu Wenhou's family. It's really lively. Miss Su Mu hasn't come yet, and everyone is bored waiting. Why don't we have a little game? Is your son interested in participating?" A young man in light silver silk stood up and asked Hong Yi.

This young man in light silver silk is the young master of Changle introduced by Luo Yun just now.

He is also the leader of this group of young men.

The so-called little games were naturally brought by unkind people, and they were used to save Hong Hong's face.

Hong Yi opened his mouth to speak, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the young master.

"Brother Hong, don't you dare? Also, brother Hong, why do you always carry a wooden box?" The young master of Changle looked behind Hong Yi, "Could it be that there is something valuable in it, and you can't leave it for a moment?" ?”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Hong Yi was dumbfounded.

The wooden box he was carrying was the "gift" that Wang Fan asked him to bring to Sanhualou.

This wooden box is three and a half feet long and half a foot thick. It is not made of noble wood, but an ordinary wooden box. The wood used to make the wooden box is the kind that has just been felled. And glitches.

It also feels moist to the touch.

Apparently, the wood had just been felled, and the process of drying and dehumidification had not even been carried out.

"Young Master is joking." Hong Yi didn't refute anything.

I wanted to say that this was a gift for Luo Yun, but it felt a bit inappropriate.

I came to the Sanhua Building in Yujing City from Xishan in a little hurry, but Hong Yi didn't have time to open it to see what was in the wooden box. If it is said now that it is a gift for Luo Yun, but the inside is actually just an ordinary thing, I'm afraid Luo Yun's face was dull.

"Since the young master wants to play games, I will accompany you naturally. Why don't we have a poetry meeting?" Hong Yi changed the subject.

"Poetry meeting?"

Changle Xiaohou was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that Hong Yi would not be stage frighted at all, and instead took the initiative to propose the content of the small game.

This could not help but make the young master take a high look.

At the same time, it feels a little tricky.

He is not stupid, seeing Hong Yi's demeanor of a scholar, he knows that the other party is very good at poetry, if he really compares poetry, then he is courting death.

"The poetry meeting is not good. I am determined to use martial arts to start the country. Although the national fortune is prosperous and the literary style is at its peak, we must not forget the fundamentals. Scholars with a little courage are both literary and military. If we don't hold a poetry meeting, how about playing archery?" Young Master Changle stared into Hong Yi's eyes and rejected his proposal.

This is Changle's little marquis who suppressed people by virtue of his status.

"Shooting? That's fine. Let's just play archery, but since it's a game of archery, it's better to add some bonuses!" Hong Yi narrowed his eyes and said loudly.

The flower hall suddenly became quiet.

(End of this chapter)