Seeing that Zhu Youxiao had already walked in, Chen Hong hurriedly followed.
After walking into the garden, Zhu Youxiao found that many people had already come here. They were standing together in groups of three or five, talking and chatting, and the atmosphere seemed to be very good.
However, Zhu Youxiao soon discovered something was different, because although they were standing in groups, they were clearly separated from each other, and occasionally when their eyes met, they would emit a different aura.
To put it in a more mysterious way, there was a spark of electricity between their eyes, which proved that these people were not all together.
Things became very interesting, and Zhu Youxiao smiled in his heart.
Zhu Youxiao had read a passage in his previous life. The summary of "Questions about Wang's Learning" said: "The Ming Dynasty fell because of factions; factions began with cliques; and cliques began with teaching."
Although today's event is not a lecture but a literary gathering, Zhu Youxiao feels that it is not much different.
I want to see what these people will say. Some things are always believed to be false by hearsay, so I better see it with my own eyes.
Zhu Youxiao quickly found a place to sit down.
Soon, someone noticed Zhu Youxiao because he was wearing a gorgeous suit of clothes. The clothes were obviously expensive and few people present could afford them.
At the same time, there were two servants standing behind Zhu Youxiao, and those two servants did not look simple either; there was also someone in front of him serving him tea.
Zhu Youxiao looked like a young man from a wealthy family, and it was hard for him not to attract people's attention.
However, no one came forward to make friends with him for a while. It would be difficult to make friends with such a rich young man, and he would also be criticized by others for making friends with the rich and powerful, so no one came forward to do such a thing.
Some people were not afraid of this. Seeing that Zhu Youxiao was very interested, they finally walked straight over.
He clasped his fists towards Zhu Youxiao and said with a smile, "Hello, brother."
Zhu Youxiao also stood up and imitated him, returning the greeting: "You are polite, you are polite."
He said this while looking at the other person.
This is a very young scholar. Judging from his attire, he must have achieved some honors, perhaps being a juren.
This is quite interesting.
The clothes Zhu Youxiao is wearing now basically don't look like a scholar, but rather like a rich young man.
Zhu Youxiao did not expect that the other party would come here to make friends with him at this time.
"May I know your name, brother?" Zhu Youxiao said with a smile.
"No problem, no problem. My name is Song Yingxing, nice to meet you, sir." Song Yingxing said with a smile.
Zhu Youxiao looked at the other person with some surprise on his face.
And now I meet someone named Song Yingxing?
This is quite a coincidence. But it seems that this person must be kept and not allowed to escape.
"It turns out to be Brother Song. My name is Baiyu, nice to meet you, Brother Song." Zhu Youxiao said with a smile.
"Young Master Shi Ru Yu, what a nice name, my dear brother." Song Yingxing said with a smile, "I just saw you sitting here, looking so unique, so I came over to make some friends. I wonder if I could sit with you?"
"Of course, of course, please come in, Brother Song." Zhu Youxiao said with a smile.
So the two of them sat down together.
Zhu Youxiao spoke first, "To be honest, Brother Song, I'm just here to join in the fun. I heard there was a literary gathering going on, so I came here. But I have no idea what this place is actually about. I wonder if Brother Song could tell me a little bit about it?"
Hearing Zhu Youxiao's words, Song Yingxing was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It seems I came to the right place."
"What do you mean, Brother Song?" Zhu Youxiao asked.
"When I saw you just now, I felt that you were something special. But there were so many people around here who were interested in you. If they didn't come over, I wouldn't want to come over either, lest people talk about you. But in the end, I couldn't help myself."
"Now that I see you so carefree, I know I've made the right decision."
Zhu Youxiao looked at Song Yingxing and asked hesitantly, "Someone would gossip about me? Isn't that just like the gossipy women in the market? How dare such a person call himself a scholar? How dare he say he's learning the way of the sages?"
Looking at Zhu Youxiao in surprise, Song Yingxing seemed to have not expected him to be so bold, but he still said with a smile: "For a gossipy woman like you, I should let it be known publicly. But if there is no wine, I will offer tea instead."
As he spoke, Song Yingxing raised the teacup in his hand.
Zhu Youxiao drank a sip of tea with him and said with a smile, "Brother Song, you haven't told me yet what the purpose of today's literary gathering is. Are you really trying to make friends through literature?"
"Making friends through literature?" Song Yingxing raised a mocking smile and said disdainfully, "It's not about making friends through literature at all, it's about forming cliques."
"The person who organized the literary gathering this time is called Wei Dazhong, a disciple of Gao Panlong. He has been connecting everyone and working hard for his teacher these days. But in my opinion, this person is very pedantic." Song Yingxing said coldly, with a look of disdain.
"What do you mean?" Zhu Youxiao asked with some confusion.
"He just became stupid from studying too much." Song Yingxing said with a smile.
His laughter was full of sarcasm, but more of it was loss.
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