"Boss, why do you want to be like a puppet? Isn't that self-defeating? Hehe, I think he is jealous of the old man's master to be Zhongxing...... "The second-grade civil official is currently the right servant of the household department, and he is a famous and powerless Qingshui official, so he also has the heart to tie up Ye Shangshu and find a backer for himself......

"Hmph, thank you Lord Qian for reminding me, it's really insulting to quarrel with him......" Ye Shangshu took a sip of tea, glanced at Cheng Shilang, who was still proud, and snorted coldly.

"Lord Shangshu, but why does it know that His Majesty is here?" Rolling his eyes a few times, Qian Servant made a slight detour to probe the details of Wen Sixian, who was known as "the first genius in Beijing".

"It's nothing more than wanting to come and visit the teacher 'Xuanjizi', plus the junior brother Sixian is a rare talent, you also know that Your Majesty is a generation of Ming Jun, and this festival has not been done less......"

"Mr. 'Xuanjizi' deserves anyone's admiration, and it's a pity that the talented man is buried, and it's a pity that he is extremely ......"

The originally spacious hall was filled with guests who came one after another, and the crowd was a little more mixed, and people were huddled together in three or five acquaintances, and the sound of whispering gradually sounded. The topic can be described as a mixture of "envy, jealousy and hatred", and it is more of a guess about Wen Sixian, who was originally inconspicuous but had the title of "the first genius in Beijing......

Three or five handmaidens with fair looks were busy among the guests, and there was a table of eight immortals and four chairs on the main seat. Now there is only one person sitting on these four chairs, and that is the third prince - Zhan Qingyun.

Zhan Qingyun has a noble status, and whenever a guest enters the door, he only smiles and nods, and does not get up to salute. This prince, who is outstanding in writing and appearance, also became the focus of discussion among the guests before the arrival of the main lord. Especially since he has not yet taken a wife. This also made the guests who were waiting for their daughters to use their brains.

was discussing, today's main man Wen Sixian and his righteous brother Beiyan Liuyun pushed the door in.

"Yo, this is the first talented man in the capital, Wen Gongzi, and he is really dignified......"

"Can General Beiyan be a marquis this time?"

"Gongzi Wen is so talented, he should join my 'Wenyuan Pavilion', Xiao Moucai is not willing to be the person recommended by Gongzi Wen......"

Junyi always has a humble smile on his face, showing that he is not an arrogant person with talents and arrogance. Because he had no fame, Wen Sixian greeted the people who got up to greet him one by one.

The righteous brother Beiyan Liuyun standing beside him is still wearing armor and wearing a military outfit today. He tilted his head slightly, looked grim, and just nodded to the person who greeted him. His achievements and arrogance will not be an eyesore.

The "Three Princes ......" stopped, and Beiyan Liuyun bowed slightly and hugged his fists. tugged at Wen Sixian's sleeve. Introduced him. Beiyan Liuyun's attitude was respectful, but there was no trace of stuttering. His allegiance is to the people of this country, and he is willing to fight for them. Royal? Loyalty? Perhaps! But he is not pedantic, if the superior is a mediocre and incompetent bastard, he will resolutely disarm and return to the field......

Wen Sixian is well versed in the way of Confucianism. There can be no mistakes in etiquette. Plunged to the ground. Then he bowed and stood, which was his respect for the superior. Like the Northern Swallow flowing clouds. This respect is finally superficial, and there is no reverence for imperial power in his bones. If it weren't for the pity of Lei, if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to compete with Zhan Qingfeng, he probably would have turned a blind eye to him......

Raised an eyebrow. Zhan Qingyun stood up and dragged Wen Si for a while, and returned the salute, he was a delicate person with nine tricks, and he could read the disdain in the eyes of the two, biting his lip lightly, Zhan Qingyun's eyes darkened slightly.

With a shake of his cloak, Beiyan Liuyun turned around, and went to the ground to the ground with a series of guests and friends in the room, and said: "Bei Mou thank you for coming to cheer for a certain little brother today, the little brother is young, I hope you can help more in the future, Bei Mou will be grateful!" ”

"The general's gift can be regarded as killing the old man, he can't afford it, he can't afford to be a ......"

"General Beiyan is polite, promote? I really can't afford to wait, His Majesty came to visit Xian, Wen Gongzi will definitely have a smooth career in the future, and I will wait for the old man to snort in a few years......"

Beiyan Liuyun's slightly thick but angular lips parted, revealing a stiff smile, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and he withdrew and glanced at Wen Sixian beside him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Wen is not talented, I am fortunate to see the holy face, and I am also fortunate to be loved by the elders, and Wen is grateful. Wen Mou didn't want to repay him, and he didn't want to pay tribute to a glass ......of thin wine, and after speaking, he picked up the wine jug on the table of the Eight Immortals, poured a full cup and drank it all.

"Gongzi Wen is refreshing, Cheng is also respectful, it is better to obey his fate, and have a ......" "Ye wishes his junior brother a great ......"

"The Emperor is coming...... Take over! Nine lashes rang out outside the door, and the cry of a male duck entered the hall.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live...... the guests followed the three princes and the Northern Yan Liuyun after the fish out, in this "sage village" known as the mansion outside the kneel, the sound of the mountain long live the sound of the sky resounded in the sky.

"Aiqing is flat...... "The slightly old hand helped Beiyan Liuyun. Zhan Lingxiao tilted his head slightly and nodded at the third prince: "Yun'er, are you here too?" Hehe...... Yes, if you interact with these talented people, you can broaden your horizons......" Zhan Lingxiao nodded at Zhan Qingyun, and turned his gaze to Wen Sixian, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Are you the talented man Wen Sixian? Get up and talk back......" Zhan Lingxiao raised his eyebrows and said lukewarmly.

"Your Majesty Xie......" kowtowed, Wen Sixian stood up and bowed. The family teacher is wandering outside, and he can't come out to face the saint, and he still hopes that His Majesty my lord Haihan ......" Wen Si bowed slightly and said.

"You just want me to stand here? Or do you think my identity is not worthy of Mr. Xuanjizi's Sage Village? Frowning, Zhan Lingxiao said in a deep voice.

"Confucianism says, 'The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's ministers', is there a place in the world where His Majesty can't enter? Hehe, Your Majesty, please ...... inside" Wen Si bowed and made a gesture of please.

"Confucianism and Taoism are holy? Hehe...... In this world, only Mr. 'Xuanjizi' is worthy of this name......" Smiling, Zhan Lingxiao glanced at the couplet on the door and the plaque lying on the lintel, shrunk the corners of his eyes, snorted, and walked towards the house with his legs.

"Brother, arrange a few maids with nimble hands and feet to wait, besides, have you prepared today's meal? Use dim sum, be careful that someone takes the opportunity to make trouble......" Beiyan Liuyun, who was a little behind, touched Wen Sixian and admonished. (To be continued......)