The prince is very fierce

In the evening of the next day, when the lanterns were first turned on, there were cars and horses outside the Longyin Pavilion. The literati and poets entered the high-rise building covering half of the street under the hospitality of the steward, and the voice of "Young master, brother, brother" could not be heard.

Longyin Pavilion occupies a huge area, with the east, west, south, north, and middle floors facing each other. Although there are also Qing courthouses performing arts in it, it is not considered a brothel. There are many kinds of calligraphy, painting, music, chess, wine, tea, opera, etc. There is only one thing inside and outside. Ya' word.

The New Year is approaching, and there were not many entertainment activities in ancient times. Martial arts competitions and literati poetry battles have become the biggest highlights in Chang'an City.

Longyin Pavilion is the most famous gold-selling kiln in Dayefang. It held a poetry meeting in line with current affairs, so it couldn't be petty. Not only did it invite several great scholars from Chang'an City to serve as judges, but it also took out a sword as the prize. The name of the sword was 'Shangchun' Dayue relied on martial arts to rejuvenate the country. Warriors and weapons are inseparable, and the sword is the gentleman in the military. No matter whether he is a scholar or a warrior, he will hang a sword, which is the same as "a gentleman never leaves his body".

The sword 'Shangchun' is considered a famous sword in the world. Its previous owner was a female knight from Shu. She was killed by the Detective Division ten years ago. The sword entered the treasury and was eventually sold to a wealthy businessman. After many twists and turns, It fell into Longyin Pavilion and reappeared today.

At dusk, Xu Buling arrived at Longyin Pavilion in a carriage. Snowflakes were flying outside the building, and there were many people dressed as warriors coming in and out. Because there were many nobles coming, the Detective Department sent 60 wolf guards from the Tianshou and Tianjian battalions to patrol the surrounding areas. The wolf guards usually worked in teams of three. Such a large formation was already exaggerated in Chang'an City.

Xu Buling stepped out of the carriage, tightened the white fox shawl tightly around his body, and eight palace guards drove away the crowded crowd.

There was a steward outside Longyin Pavilion welcoming guests. He looked up and saw Xu Buling. Although he had never seen him before, he saw the sign of Prince Su's Mansion on the carriage and guessed his identity. He quickly stepped forward slowly and raised his hand to salute: "Prince Xu is here. If you are a little disappointed, please come in quickly."

When the bustling crowd heard this, they all turned around to check, the roads moved out of the way, and many ladies and ladies whispered:

"Is this Prince Su's Crown Prince Xu Buling?"

"That's right! He's so handsome that no one else can be found in Chang'an City. No wonder everyone who has met Prince Xu can never forget him..."

"...The eyes are really beautiful, more beautiful than my daughter's..."

Xu Buling frowned slightly, feeling like he was being looked at like a monkey, so he could only quickly enter Longyin Pavilion.

"Oh~ His Royal Highness is still shy..."

"Prince Xu rarely goes out, and he has a good reputation. He is different from those playboys... He just has a bad temper..."

"... Men should be more tempered. Look at those powerless scholars. What kind of men are they..."

Dayue used martial arts to rejuvenate the country, and most of the women were aggressive. With Xu Buling's identity here, he couldn't stop chatting with these ladies and ladies. At the moment, he could only pretend that he didn't hear them.

Among the crowd, a woman wearing a bamboo hat looked a little surprised in her eyes when she saw Xu Buling, whom she had met once before, enter the Longyin Pavilion.

After the woman swept the wolf guard outside Longyin Pavilion, she quietly disappeared into the dusk...

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The light of the glazed lamps shines under the eaves of the building. In the hall of the main building of Longyin Pavilion, dozens of book desks are arranged in a circle. Confucian scholars in robes sit at the top. King Yan Song Yu and the great sacrifice wine Song Baiqing are all there. in. Song Yufu stood behind her father, tiptoeing and kept searching in the crowd. It wasn't until Xu Buling's figure walked into the hall that she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a bit of impatience in her eyes.

There were many students in the hall, and from time to time someone would hand over a poem draft to Xiao Si. If a masterpiece came out, a great scholar would read it out on the spot.

Xu Buling entered the hall without deliberately attracting attention. After handing the poem manuscript to Xiao Si, he went to his seat in the hall to drink tea and wait.

However, Xu Bu Ling rarely arrived, and there were many people coming to say hello.

Not long after he sat down, Xiao Ting, who had been severely beaten, swung his fan in the middle of the winter, walked over and sat down, and said with a chuckle:

"Oh~ No, why are you free to come here today?"

Xiao Ting's elder brother is Mrs. Lu's late husband, so it's okay to directly refer to himself as an elder.

Xu Buling twirled the teacup with his slender fingers and squinted slightly:

"Looking for a fight?"

Xiao Ting shook his fan and said confidently: "Today's Dragon Poetry Recital is an elegant place, but it's too rude to do anything..."

Cha——

Before he finished speaking, Xu Buling patted the small case at hand, and the porcelain lid of the tea cup bounced up. He patted it with his left hand, and the porcelain lid flew out with the sound of breaking wind.

The white jade fan bone in Xiao Ting's hand broke with the sound, and the lid of the cup flew half of the hall and hit Gongsun Lu, who was talking to someone, on the back of the head.

Next to Gongsun Lu was a middle-aged man with a knife. His eyes were reserved and his ears moved slightly without looking back. He clamped the fast-moving porcelain cover between his fingers without making any sound.

The middle-aged man with the knife looked back and saw that it was Xu Buling who had taken action. He nodded slightly and flicked his fingers. The porcelain cover silently passed through the gap between the crowds and landed on Xu Buling's hand. On the teacup, it fits perfectly.

Xu Buling frowned, looked at the intact tea cup at hand, and asked:

"Who is that middle-aged man with the knife?"

Xiao Ting shook his bare fan bone and raised his head to take a look: "Zhang Xiang, the commander of the Criminal Investigation Department, is nicknamed 'The Massacre'."

Xu Buling was a little surprised. He rarely went out this year, and even the princes' children were rarely seen, let alone officials. However, the name ‘Ten Thousand Massacres’ is quite striking.

Ten years ago, the Detective Department cleared out the underworld forces, and the leader in public was Zhang Xiang. At that time, the underworld catastrophe involved almost all the forces of the Dayue Dynasty, and even the death of Princess Su was related to this matter.

There must be more than one master who participated in the hunting and killing at that time, but Zhang Xiang could be the leader in public, and his status and martial arts were absolutely transcendent. He loved knives like crazy, and ten years ago, he was famous for his superb "Eight Diagrams Knife".

Xu Buling looked at Zhang Xiang for a few times, and couldn't see anything special, so he lost interest and turned his eyes to the top of the hall, waiting for the "main show" to begin.

Xiao Ting was beaten up in the school last time, and he still couldn't get back the place. Seeing Xu Buling asking Zhang Xiang, he began to be sarcastic:

"Xu Buling, this poetry meeting is full of literati. If you are bored, I will go and tell Lord Zhang, and you two can have a competition here?"

The meaning naturally implies that Xu Buling is a rough man with well-developed limbs.

Xu Buling frowned slightly when he heard this ridicule: "Can't I come here to write poems and be a writer?"

Xiao Ting was stunned, quite surprised. He looked around for a few times, no one noticed, and suddenly moved closer:

"Buling, you also bought poems today to join in the fun?"

Xu Buling's eyes were calm: "Why? No?"

Xiao Ting looked like a fellow traveler and nodded:

"I thought you didn't like this, yes, with your words, I recognize you as my nephew..."

Bang——

In the noisy hall, a barely audible muffled sound came out.

Many people frowned and tilted their heads, and after taking a look, they pretended nothing happened.

Xu Buling drank tea slowly. Xiao Ting climbed up from the ground with difficulty, rubbed his forehead, raised his hand and nodded at Xu Buling, his eyes full of anger: "You are so cruel!" He waved his sleeves and sat beside him without saying anything...