Xiaoxiang Pavilion is located in a prime location on Nanjing Middle Street and is also the highest-end restaurant in Nanjing City. On weekdays, few people can afford it except local nobles.

There is another place different from other restaurants. The decorations and furnishings in Xiaoxiang Pavilion are elegant and unique, and the guests are all scholars of literati from all over the south of the Yangtze River. Therefore, although the lights are bright, the interior is extremely quiet.

The prince of Anguo took down Nanjing without bloodshed, and wiped out the nobles in the city, and the Xiaoxiang Pavilion became even more deserted.

However, Xiaoxiang Pavilion was extremely lively tonight, because the eldest son of Zheng Zhilong's family, the Admiral of the Fujian Navy, actually invited two heads of the Jiaofangsi, Li Xiangjun and Dong Xiaowan.

These two girls are not only beautiful and charming, but also have both good knowledge, knowledge, knowledge, and talent. There are many scholars and scholars in Jiangnan who admire them.

However, since the Jiaofangsi is an official official in the court, unless the official permits it, the Jiaofangsi geisha are not allowed to go out to perform their skills privately.

The entry threshold for Jiaofangsi is extremely high, and guests who are not officials are not welcomed. As a result, many scholars in Nanjing City have the source of their strength to be loyal to the country, but to go to Jiaofangsi to enjoy themselves openly.

"Damu, why is the noble man you mentioned not yet? It's almost past You hour."

Zheng Sen sat upright in the largest private room in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, surrounded by a group of scholars of similar age. They all looked like Zheng Sen, and were a student of the Imperial College of the Southern Jing.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged Wensheng who was slightly older than Zheng Sen and had a mustache. While he was speaking, he was also aiming at the inside of the box. Behind a curtain in the inner part, there was a faint sound of piano music coming.

"Brother Chaozong, don't worry, I have to wait until tomorrow. If Brother Chaozong has something to do, you can leave first." Zheng Sen's face was quiet, and he was impatient with these so-called friends who were uninvited.

Zheng Sen came back from the Ministry of Justice and told the student of the Imperial College that Master Qian was safe, and said that because he received the help of a noble man, he would hold a banquet to entertain him at night.

If this were the case, these students were not so interested. After all, although they had little money, Zheng Sen, who had a wealthy man around them, would not have bowed his head for the feast of Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

But when he heard that Zheng Sen invited the courtesan from the Jiaofangsi with his father's official position, he invited both Li Xiangjun and Dong Xiaowan, and seven or eight guys who had admired him for a long time followed him with shameless face.

Zheng Sen said that the distinguished guest had not arrived, and the little lady behind the curtain naturally refused to show up, which made the group of Wensheng very anxious.

"That's not, that's not. Since it's a distinguished guest, I naturally have to wait." Hearing that Zheng Sen was trying to see off the guest, Chaozong quickly called him.

Shaoqing, there was a noise from the first floor of Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Everyone knew that the distinguished guest had arrived and was delighted.

"Damu has been waiting for a long time. I have dealt with some idle things and wasted time. Oh, so many people." Before the people arrived, the voice came over, but when Liu Hongjian entered the door, there were so many people, and he was stunned for a moment.

I came here today to talk about current affairs and Taiwan issues with this great hero, and to deepen my understanding of the future, but now there are so many light bulbs.

"The prince is busy and can enjoy the glory. Zheng Sen and you are honored. Even if it is midnight, it is worth it. These are all Sen's classmates in the Imperial College. Rong Sen will introduce it to the prince.

This is Hou Fangyu, whose courtesy name is Chaozong. Not only is he superb in calligraphy, but he is also a masterpiece of parallel prose!

This is Mao Xiang, whose courtesy name is Pijiang, and his poems are not as good as those of the classmates in the Imperial College!

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Zheng Sen introduced Liu Hongjian one by one, and Liu Hongjian just nodded. When many literary students heard that this noble man was actually a prince, they thought of the recent actions in the city before they knew the origin of this person.

Although Hou Fangyu and his friends bowed to the faces with smiles, their smile was insincere.

After everyone sat down, a servant brought many delicious dishes. Everyone pushed the cups and put their stomachs on. Zheng Sen patted his hands lightly, and the curtains inside were immediately pulled open.

Two charming geniuses in the inner room sat in the middle. A woman on the left was wearing a light pink gauze dress, with pink and light eyebrows and beautiful eyes and pear nests faintly on her cheeks.

The woman on the right is covered in blue. In addition to her delicate and pretty face, there is a hint of heroic spirit between her eyebrows and eyes. The ribbons on her heads are all green, representing her identity as a member of the Jiaofangsi.

The woman on the left smiled slightly, the woman on the right picked up the pipa knowingly, and the slender hands stroking the strings of the piano, which turned out to be a ensemble. The graceful sound was leisurely and melodious, and all the scholars couldn't help but become obsessed with it.

Although Liu Hongjian was amazed by the appearance of the two, as the prince of the Ming Dynasty, he had long been accustomed to going to and from the palace walls. However, when he heard Yale, he found that the Hou and the Maoist were narrowing their eyes and secretly glanced at the two women.

His vulgar appearance reminded him of Danny Chan, and Liu Hongjian suddenly felt disgusted.

After the song was finished, everyone applauded one after another, and Hou Mao and the other even stood up and took a few steps to boast.

"With wine and joy, how can you not have poetry? It is better for you to write poetry improvise to help you enjoy it, how about?" Hou Fangyu glanced at Mao Xiang and said.

"What Chaozong said is exactly what I want. I wonder if Brother Damu can do it?" Mao Xiang didn't know what Hou Fangyu meant, so he responded immediately.

This is Zheng Sen's home court. Even if the two want to win the love of the beauty, they dare not win the host, not to mention that there is a prince present.

Mao Xiang usually had a stinking relationship with Hou Fangyu, and with just one look, he understood what this guy really meant.

After hearing the favor of the saint of the Ming Dynasty, the unparalleled god of war is not knowledgeable and has to fight. Brother Hou has made a good plan to use this to attract the two talented women to watch differently, and also kill the so-called prince's majesty.

It's really killing two birds with one stone.

The seven or eight literary students present agreed. They probably wouldn't be able to talk about swords and weapons, but if they talk about poetry? Hehe, what about the princes of the Ming Dynasty? They are the real prides of heaven!

It is not in vain that these people of Fushe have taken such thoughts as Donglin's successor to take charge of himself, claiming to be a capable minister in governing the country by obtaining the true teachings of Confucianism. They are crazy and boundless. In addition, Liu Hongjian's false accusations and suppression of their predecessors, how could they be convinced?

"This... Prince, look?" Zheng Sen hesitated a little. After all, he had heard rumors that Liu Hongjian was not good at poetry, but his classmates were all excited. He was embarrassed to refuse directly, but he looked at Liu Hongjian with some embarrassment.

"Since you are so happy, how can I stop you from being interested? Please give me some advice." Liu Hongjian was disdainful.

A group of sour scholars who only know how to enjoy themselves and seek fame are just good at writing some sour words. How can they benefit the country?

If Zheng Chenggong hadn't been here, Liu Hongjian would have gone home early to sleep, which would have been so boring.
Chapter completed!