The emperor faked his death? Never mind, I will ascend the throne directly!

"Mr. Li, look at that person wearing a long green gown and waving a folding fan. He is the Jiangnan scholar Liu Rufeng. His graceful and elegant poetry is quite famous in the Jiangnan area."

Song Yuwei pointed to a handsome man and introduced him.

Following her direction, I saw a handsome young man chatting and laughing, with a sense of elegance in his every move.

"And that guy with a burly build and a full beard is the northern poet Xiong Ba. His poetry style is bold and unrestrained, completely different from Liu Rufeng's." Song Yuwei pointed at another man and said.

Li Chengfeng nodded, and his understanding of these literati and poets became a little better.

These Confucian scholars came from all over the world, and were quite similar to the ancient people from all over the country in their previous lives.

Just as Li Chengfeng was staring in a trance, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

"Master Sima is here!"

"It's really Master Sima!"

The crowd tacitly made way for a passage, and everyone was talking among themselves, their voices full of envy.

A young man in a brocade robe strode in, surrounded by a group of servants.

He has a handsome face, clear eyes and eyebrows, and exudes a noble temperament in his every move.

"Sima Xin, the successor of the Sima family, is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Song Yuwei said in a low voice, but there was no enthusiasm in her tone.

Hearing the introduction from the person next to him, Li Chengfeng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Qingshanyuan is the Sima family's property, and Sima Xin must be the protagonist of tonight's poetry gathering!

As soon as Sima Xin entered the garden, his eyes fell on Song Yuwei first, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He quickly walked up to Song Yuwei, bowed and said, "Young Master Song, nice to meet you again. I missed you so much since we last met in the capital!"

The discussion among the surrounding Confucian scholars paused, and they all looked at him in surprise.

You know, Sima Xin is famous for being arrogant and rarely being so polite to others.

"Mr. Sima, thank you for your compliment." Song Yuwei responded indifferently, with a hint of alienation in her tone.

Sima Xin smiled slightly, not caring at all, and continued to flatter him, "Young Master Song is extremely talented, and I admire him. If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Song won the first prize at the poetry gatherings a few years ago, I hope you will show some mercy at this poetry gathering..."

"Mr. Sima, your words are too serious. Let's not talk about the past anymore."

Song Yuwei interrupted him, frowning slightly, with a hint of impatience in her tone.

In the capital, she received many messages that the Sima family wanted to form an alliance with her own family.

Now that I see the real culprit, I’m naturally very unhappy!

Sima Xin seemed not to notice Song Yuwei's aloofness, but instead became even more enthusiastic: "Mr. Song, I wonder if you are free tonight. I would like to invite you to Zuixianlou..."

Sima Xin's self-talk was as pretentious as a peacock spreading its feathers.

Many of the Confucian scholars around could also see the clues, but due to the other party's identity, they had to look serious and hold back their laughter.

The Sima family is extremely powerful, who dares to offend them?

This attentiveness seemed a little funny to others.

Song Yuwei clearly didn't want to bother with him, but he kept getting closer to her, even using the title of Sima family's heir. It was really funny.

But Li Chengfeng had no such concerns. Seeing the silence around him, he just burst out laughing.

This smile was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the deadlock.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Li Chengfeng, filled with surprise, contempt, and gloating.

Sima Xin's face darkened, looking as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

He swept his arrogant gaze over Li Chengfeng, his tone icy and piercing, "Where did you come from, you uncouth boy? You're so unruly! How can you be so presumptuous in front of Master Song?"

"Oh? I'm presumptuous?"

"I think it's Brother Sima who's being presumptuous. Young Master Song clearly doesn't want to bother with you, but you're clinging to him like a dog-skin plaster. Someone who doesn't know would think you're a streetwalker in heat..."

Li Chengfeng raised his eyebrows, a hint of teasing in his eyes: "If we talk about vulgarity, I think you are even more vulgar. It's so vulgar that it's unbearable to look at."

The people around him gasped. Is this kid crazy?

How dare you humiliate Sima Xin in public!

Everyone looked at Li Chengfeng with pity and whispered to each other.

"This kid is finished. He has offended Master Sima. I'm afraid he will suffer the consequences."

"You really don't know how to live or die. Master Sima is famous for his vindictiveness."

"Oh, what a pity! He's a handsome guy, but his brain isn't very good."

Sima Xin's face turned ashen, his fists were clenched, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He pointed at Li Chengfeng and roared, "Come here, throw this ignorant bastard out!"

Song Yuwei frowned slightly and was about to speak when she was interrupted by a deep voice.

"stop!"

The crowd automatically parted, and an old man walked over with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

He was wearing a dark red brocade robe, his hair and beard were all white, but he was in high spirits, with a pair of eagle eyes as sharp as knives, and he was intimidating without even being angry.

It was Sima Jingshan, the head of the Sima family.

When Sima Xin saw the visitor, he immediately bowed and saluted: "Grandpa, why are you here?"

Sima Jingshan stroked his beard, his tone gentle but sharp: "Xin'er, watch your words and actions. He is a guest. There are many vulgar people in the world. How can you be so rude as to argue with him?"

He glanced at Li Chengfeng, his eyes seemed to say: Is this kind of stuff worth your anger?

"Master Sima's teaching is correct. But I noticed that Master Sima ignored the other guests, but greeted Miss Song with a smile. He made a fool of himself and refused to let others laugh. He is really very arrogant."

Li Chengfeng understood the implication of his words and sneered, "If you didn't know, you would think Miss Song was some royal relative."

Sima Jingshan's smile remained undimmed. "My friend, you're joking. Our Sima family has been based in Luodu for over a hundred years. How could we lower our status just for one person? It's just that we're taking extra care of the Song family because of their friendship."

"What do you know, kid?"

The surrounding guests also began to speak up for Sima Jingshan. A fat man in fancy clothes stood up, pointed at Li Chengfeng's nose and cursed, "The old man is highly respected, how can you just speculate about his behavior? You are clearly judging others by your own petty mind!"

Another tall and thin man echoed, "That's right! You're just a nobody, and they've given you a way out, but you're still so shameless! Do you really think you're someone important?"

Li Chengfeng sneered and looked around at the well-dressed "distinguished guests" around him, his tone full of mockery: "Master Sima is so arrogant! I just said a few truths, and you attracted so many barking dogs.

"If you don't know, you might think I kicked the Sima family's doghouse."

The fat man's face flushed red as he pointed at Li Chengfeng and cursed, "You're courting death! How dare you speak to the head of the Sima family like that!"

Li Chengfeng glanced at him with contempt, "You? You're not worthy enough to talk to me? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself to see what kind of character you are? You're like a dog from the Sima family, wagging your tail and begging for mercy. It's really shameful!"