The meat bun was accidentally thrown into the air and then fell back down, hitting Tang Huan on the head.
One of the buns was smashed as a result, and the filling immediately leaked out.
The already somewhat unkempt hairstyle now looked a little strange.
Some people noticed the three who had just arrived, but after a quick glance, they paid no more attention to them, treating them as ordinary people.
They didn't even care about Tang Huan's slightly embarrassing behavior.
Li Daikui cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Hey, make way, everyone make way!"
"Why are you pushing!"
Someone said unhappily.
Li Daikui said with a stern face, "Can't you hear me telling you to move aside? What are you all doing blocking this way? Let us in."
"You want to go in? We want to go in too! This isn't your house, and besides, can't you see it's full of people inside!"
"We're here for the poetry gathering!"
Several people looked Li Daikui up and down, and immediately sneered, "Looking at your big and burly appearance, you don't seem like someone who can write poetry. You dare to say you're here to participate in a poetry gathering? We're all here to participate in a poetry gathering."
"How dare you!"
Li Daikui was getting anxious. They were already a bit late, and now they were being blocked on the outside by several bystanders.
The status that I used to be proud of is now completely useless.
Li Daikui shouted, "This is Lord Tang, invited to the poetry gathering. Please make way, can you afford to be late?"
"Lord Tang?"
Someone exclaimed in surprise and turned their gaze to Tang Huan.
A burst of laughter immediately followed.
At this moment, Tang Huan's image was far from good; he seemed more like a lazy, idle young man who had only come to join in the fun.
"You call him Lord Tang? Well, I'm the Prime Minister. Don't make up such lame excuses."
"Exactly, who wouldn't want to get a closer look?"
"Get as far away as possible."
this.
Li Daikui was somewhat helpless; even after revealing his identity, it was still useless.
"Lord Tang!"
A laugh rang out, and then the crowd in front slowly dispersed.
Several people appeared in front of them.
The crowd immediately became excited.
Cui Yuanzhao, Wang Jingze, Lei Yan...
Many of them are sons of high-ranking officials.
There are also many well-known talented people.
"Brother Tang!"
Cui Yuanzhao strode out from the crowd, laughing loudly at Tang Huan.
The crowd was immediately dumbfounded.
It really is true?
Moreover, judging from Cui Yuanzhao's words, this person is very close to him.
Cui Yuanzhao quickly walked up to Tang Huan, not minding his disheveled appearance, and gave him a big hug.
Then she pulled him inside, saying, "Brother Tang, we've been waiting for you for quite some time."
"Why are you here too?"
“Since you’ve come to the poetry gathering, how can I not come? We’re brothers, after all.”
Lei Yan walked to Tang Huan's side, looked him up and down, and chuckled softly, "What happened to Lord Tang? Did a little accident happen?"
"It's alright, it's alright." Tang Huan waved his hand.
Lei Yan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly.
He saw Tang Huan's embarrassing moment from afar, and that's why he brought everyone over so that they could see it for themselves.
Apart from Cui Yuanzhao, everyone else was sizing up Tang Huan.
Many of the scholars who had high hopes for Tang Huan were now disillusioned, their faces filled with disappointment.
So this is what the so-called Lord Tang is like; he's not as legendary as people say.
Moreover, he doesn't seem like a talented scholar at all; he probably can't even write poetry.
However, since Tang Huan had been invited, no one dared to say anything to her face; they could only mutter a few complaints in their hearts.
"This way, please."
Lei Yan led the way, guiding Tang Huan and the others to the shore, and then they headed towards a large ship.
This boat was specially prepared for the poetry gathering. Unlike other small boats that can only hold a few people, this boat can hold twenty people.
Besides Tang Huan, Cui Yuanzhao, Wang Jingze, and others, there were also renowned talented scholars.
"Sir, someone over there has been watching you..."
As soon as they boarded the ship, Li Daikui reminded Tang Huan.
Upon hearing this, Tang Huan turned her head and saw a scholar in white robes at the stern of the boat carefully examining her, his eyes full of curiosity.
Beside the scholar was another person dressed similarly, of similar age, but whose eyes were full of mockery.
"Old Li, this is a bit disappointing. Is this the kind of person you consider the founder of vernacular Chinese? Do you really think he can succeed?"
Xiao Li nodded earnestly, "Although he's a bit unruly, I can feel his passion. And haven't all those novels you've read recently changed your opinion of him?"
Xiao Bai laughed and said, "I'm afraid you're the only one who thinks that way; others wouldn't think so."
After saying that, Xiaobai added, "Besides, I don't think this Lord Tang can write poetry. I admit that he is good at making up stories and has indeed written many vivid stories in vernacular Chinese. But vernacular Chinese and poetry are worlds apart and cannot be compared at all."
Several scholars around him chimed in, their words clearly mocking Xiao Li.
There was also some disdain for Tang Huan mixed in.
Scholars often look down on each other, and coupled with Tang Huan's poor performance, people didn't have high hopes for him.
The attention and adulation from the public only made Tang Huan seem more famous than he was.
As everyone boarded the boat, scholars at the bow and stern began rowing, and in a short while the boat rocked and carried everyone into the lake.
At the same time, more small boats also sailed into the lake.
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