"In the end, our Da Qian Dynasty has only been established for a short period of time. Although the trend of valuing culture and belittling martial arts has gradually developed, it is still full of youthful vigor and its roots have not rotted."
Hong Yi listened to Princess Zhennan's introduction and greeted these officials, nobles, and ministers one by one.
He observed the man's words and expressions, carefully analyzing the situation as he thought to himself.
Not all of these young masters were profligate. From Hong Yi's point of view, although most of them were dressed elegantly, they were all tough and strong. Each of them had a thumb ring on their hands that could be used to draw a bow. They also had some experience and calmness. From this, Hong Yi knew that the Great Qian Empire was still in its prime.
Hong Yi was well-versed in history and knew that the rise and fall of a dynasty could be seen just by looking at these nobles, nobles, and ministers.
If the sons and daughters of nobility, dukes, ministers, scholars, and officials generally only knew how to write poems, draw, play chess and zither, and did not practice martial arts, their bodies would be too weak to stand up to the wind, their yin would flourish, their yang would decline, and they would lack vigor. That would be a sign that the imperial court was declining.
But these nobles were not like that. Hong Yi knew that the Da Qian Dynasty was still full of youthful vigor.
This was the evidence of the rise and fall of every dynasty.
This was because the descendants of nobles, nobles, and ministers would definitely become court officials in the future. This was the future of the dynasty.
Hong Yi felt that this trip to Flower Scattering House was worth it. Not to mention anything else, just seeing the atmosphere of these nobles and the rise and fall of the dynasty made him feel that reading ten thousand books was not as good as walking ten thousand miles.
"This is Young Master Hong Yi of Marquis Wu Wen's residence. He is proficient in metaphysics and is a good friend of mine." Princess Zhennan, Luo Yun, helped introduce Hong Yi, and then introduced Hong Yi's identity.
When the nobles heard that it was Marquis Wu Wen's residence, their faces all revealed solemn expressions. It was obvious that the resounding name of Marquis Wu Wenhou had shocked many people.
Indeed, in the Da Qian Dynasty, Marquis Wu Wen was even more famous than some Wang Ye. The two pillars of the imperial court, the Mighty God King Yang Tuo and Marquis Wu Wen Hong Xuanji.
However, when the eyes of these young masters landed on Hong Yi and sized him up, they could tell that he was not a direct descendant, but a lowly bastard.
As a result, everyone's expressions changed slightly. Hong Yi could clearly feel the disdain in their eyes.
"I heard that Lady Su Mu likes to talk about metaphysics. Brother Yi, you have profound metaphysics. You'll be in the limelight later and make things difficult for the number one talented woman in Jade Capital. That would be interesting. "
After Luo Yun introduced Hong Yi, she rolled her eyes and nodded with the folding fan in her hand. She pouted and said to Hong Yi.
"Princess, are you jealous? Although she is the number one talented woman in Jade Capital, her status cannot be compared to yours." When Hong Yi heard Luo Yun's words, he smiled in his heart. He could hear the slight jealousy in her words.
However, whether Luo Yun was jealous of Hong Yi was just a guess. The people around him were jealous.
The target of their jealousy was none other than Hong Yi.
A young man dressed in light silver silk stood up and said to Hong Yi, "In the past, there were only a few of us in the hall, but today, there is a son of Lord Marquis Wu Wen's family. It's really lively. However, Lady Su Mu hasn't arrived yet. I think everyone must be bored waiting. Why don't we play a little game to pass the time? I wonder if Young Master Yi is interested in participating? "
"Of course I'm interested." Hong Yi nodded. Then, without waiting for these people to speak, he suggested, "Changle Little Marquis is right. We do need a little game to pass the time. However, today's hall is held in such an elegant place like Scattered Flower House. Why don't we have a poetry contest? One person will start, and one person will continue. If you don't answer well or can't answer well, you will be punished. How about that?"
"Poetry contest?"
The young man dressed in light silver silk was stunned. He didn't expect that not only did Hong Yi not have stage fright, he even took the initiative and suggested the content of the game.
This young man was introduced by Princess Zhennan. He was the eldest son of Marquis Changle. Obviously, he was the leader of this group of young masters. They all called him Changle Little Marquis.
Seeing Hong Yi's calm and composed appearance, Changle Little Marquis frowned.
He just couldn't stand Princess Zhennan's attitude towards Hong Yi. So, he stood up and used the game to humiliate Hong Yi.
"Poetry contest is not good." Changle Little Marquis stared into Hong Yi's eyes and shook his head, "We, the Da Qian, founded our country with martial arts. Although our country is prosperous and the style of writing is gradually improving, we, the princes and dukes, shouldn't let our roots rot. Although poetry is elegant, it has nothing to do with the fate of our country. Poetry and lyrics are only for the petty literati. Any scholar with a bit of spirit is proficient in both literature and martial arts. Instead of poetry contest, how about we play archery? "
"Play archery?" Hong Yi glanced at him.
"Marquis Wu Wen's military exploits were illustrious and his martial prowess was known everywhere …" Changle Little Marquis looked at Hong Yi, "Who doesn't know that twenty years ago, when the current emperor was still a prince, he went to the battlefield and was trapped by the cavalry of Yun Meng's Iron Buddhas on Qingsha Mountain. Marquis Wu Wen single-handedly killed his way into the enemy's army and rescued the emperor. One horse and two people, they fought in the mountains, entering and exiting nine times. Later, the horse died in battle and Marquis was wounded hundreds of times by swords, spears, and arrows. But he still carried the emperor and killed his way out. I wonder how much of this bravery and loyalty Young Master Hong has inherited? Could it be that Young Master Hong only has poetry and love left? "
"Young Master Hong still has a thumb ring on his finger. You didn't buy a bow and put it in your study like those spineless literati. You think you are really proficient in both literature and martial arts?"
Young Master Wang, the Minister of Rites, roared with laughter, and so did the surrounding young masters.
"Little Marquis is right." Hong Yi narrowed his eyes, "Let's play archery."
"Let's play archery. We should have a small bet." Changle Little Marquis clapped his hands, and immediately, someone beside him brought a bow and arrow. A hundred paces away from the courtyard, a target made of red leather and lacquer was set up.
Soon after, a rich servant led a huge horse that was twelve feet long, dark red all over, and its fur was like a cloud of fire. This horse was extraordinarily handsome, and one could tell it was a divine horse that could gallop a thousand miles in a day.
"Fire Rome?" Hong Yi looked and knew that this was Chara's horse. When it galloped, its mane fluttered like a cloud of fire. It was easy to get a thousand pieces of gold, but it was hard to find a horse.
"That's what I'm betting. I wonder what Brother Hong is betting? "Changle Little Marquis looked at Hong Yi, a cold smile on his face.
"Guard, bring me my sword." At this moment, Princess Luo Yun of the South clapped her hands, and a guard immediately brought over a sharkskin sheathed sword.
Luo Yun unsheathed the sword, and it shone brilliantly under the sunlight. Flowery patterns resembling chrysanthemums flowed on the blade, and the edge of the sword looked as though it was about to bleed.
"This sword is called 'Shark Slayer', and it's even more expensive than Changle Little Marquis's Fire Rome. I saw that Hong Yi came out in a hurry today and didn't bring anything to bet, so I'll lend it to him for now. Otherwise, if he doesn't have anything to bet, he won't be able to play the game, and I won't be able to enjoy the show. What a pity. "
Luo Yun sheathed the sword and passed it to Hong Yi. Pa! She opened her folding fan and waved it swiftly.
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