"Your Highness, the problem now is not with Song Gongzi."

Bai Qingyuan looked at Song Baiyun pretending to be forced here, and felt uncomfortable, so he stood up.

"Oh? Where's that? ”

So, Bai Qingyuan told Jing Zhe about it, and Su Mowu's face became gloomy after listening to it.

"Ah Kun... Where did this come from? ”

"Your Highness, I checked, it's from Yongzhou, it seems to be an orphan, and there is no one at home!"

If you say, who in this hall is most unaccustomed to Jing Zhe, it is Su Xinping, the son of King Jin.

Since he was cut off by Qingqiu the night before yesterday, he went back and checked carefully, and found that there was no one named Ah Kun in Qingyunmen, and then checked in Yongzhou, and found that he had no other records except for making the first word and opening a shop.

He was actually frightened by such a person with no background?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he was ready to borrow Su Mowu's hand to stab him again-could it be that Qingqiu could still follow him all the time?

"How dare such a person spoil the good deeds of this king? This king sent someone to do him! ”

“……”

Everyone was a little speechless, Su Mowu wanted to solve everything by force, it was too violent.

"Your Highness, no! I heard that His Majesty summoned him today, it is estimated that he will participate in the poetry meeting, if he has an accident at this time, we will not be able to escape the involvement! ”

"Yes, I hope Your Highness will think twice!"

Everyone was persuading, and Song Jimao walked out, "Your Highness, I have a way, even if he can't win, I don't have to kill him!" ”

"Oh? Say it! ”

So, Song Jimao told Jing Zhe that he had to drink strong wine to make poems, and Su Mowu was a little stunned after hearing it.

"Is this true?"

Don't say it's him, even Bai Qingyuan and others have never heard of such a strange way of writing, but this is what his son said, of course Song Baiyun wants to cheer: "Your Highness, a talented person, his style of acting is always perverse and impermanent, difficult to understand, and some special habits can be understood." ”

Su Mowu nodded, and then said, "That means that as long as he is not allowed to bring spirits into the Immortal Garden, he will not be able to make any good words at that time?" ”

"Exactly!"

Song Ki-mao nodded.

"But... Where did he get his spirits? As far as this king knows, in the entire Anguo, only our royal family has the liquor that the barbarians pay tribute to! ”

"Your Highness, he lives in the Zhang family!"

Su Xinping did not forget to remind him.

"The Zhang family? Is that the Zhang family that you bought the winery? ”

Seeing Su Xinping nodding, Su Mowu narrowed his eyes: "It seems that this liquor is made by the Zhang family, as long as he is seized and all the liquors are intercepted, won't this matter be done?" ”

Then he glanced at Wu Xianyong, "Wu Shilang, your son is the prefect of Jingzhou, it shouldn't be difficult to seal up the Zhang family, right?" I'll leave it to you! ”

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Wu Xianyong agreed, and withdrew from the Xiangwang Mansion with the others.

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On August 14, there is still one day left before the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival.

Jing Zhe plans to stay in the dark for the past two days, close the door, and wait for tomorrow night to make a shining debut, resounding in Beijing.

When the time comes, he will be able to recognize the second sister.

But there is no sense of expectation in my heart.

Early in the morning, there were already people outside Zhang's house.

The chaos made him unable to calm down.

"Shopkeeper Zhang, come out quickly!"

"It's said that there is spirits, why is the door still closed?"

"I'll take a sip of this liquor and see if I can make a good poem, haha!"

Most of these were scholars who had seen Jing Zhe's "miracles" last night, and when they heard that the Zhang family had spirits, they flocked to it early in the morning.

At this time, Zhang Xuexian hid in the door and shivered.

He told Jing Zhe yesterday that if he didn't plan to sell it, don't tell others that there is spirits, otherwise he won't be looking for a fight?

Sure enough, I was blocked at home early in the morning.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves outside, and then the noise also stopped.

"What are you doing standing here? The government handles the case, leave quickly! ”

Then, there was the sound of a knock on the door.

"Hurry up and open the door for Lao Tzu!"

Jing Zhe was an eye-opener.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, who is so rampant?

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The people outside kicked the door with a very rhythmic sense of "popping", Zhang Xuexian wanted to open the door, but was pulled aside by Jing Zhe.

Then he walked to the side of the door, quickly found his rhythm, and slammed the door open when another "snap" was over, and the next one had not yet begun—

"Wori!"

The next moment, a young man in a brocade robe and a felt hat reached in and performed a horse for everyone.

But the place where he behaved was a little awkward, the threshold in the middle of the gate of Zhang's house was very high, and his crotch was impartial and hit the bull's-eye.

As the old saying goes, if you take too many steps, it's easy to pull eggs.

"Oops!"

The man in the felt hat clutched his crotch and rolled in pain on the ground.

"This son, are you alright?"

Putting his hand on the shoulder of the man in the felt hat, Jing Zhe asked very "concernedly".

"Wori!"

The second time he hit the chicken, the man in the felt hat grinned in pain, and he felt like he was about to crack.

"Why are you moving me?"

"This son, I want to help you up!"

As he spoke, Jing Zhe grabbed his shoulder and made a gesture of lifting up.

It seemed to be a tear on the egg, and the man in the felt hat howled in pain again, and said fiercely: "Who do you think you are?" Lao Tzu knows you, huh? Do you need to help me? ”

"Okay."

Jing Zhe said lightly, then let go of his hands, and the man in the felt hat, whose crotch had just been lifted by him and was a few centimeters away from the threshold, fell down again.

Hit the chicken three times!

"Hmm~"

This time, the man in the felt hat was speechless in pain.

"Look at it, don't let me help it yet."

Jing Zhe shook his head and spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

Behind the man in the felt hat, that is, outside the gate of Zhang's house, a team of catchers stood there, watching this scene silently, and it took a while for someone to react and shout.

"What are you doing? Don't hurry up and help the young master up! ”

The catchers were ordered to run before and after running, and help the man in the felt hat up, perhaps because his legs had just performed a horse, or perhaps because he was afraid of squeezing a certain part under the crotch of his pants, the legs of the man in the felt hat were separated in a "big" character and could not be closed.

There was also a group of people watching the excitement outside the door, and even the spirits were not in a hurry to buy, and instantly turned into a crowd of melon eaters, standing on the street, pointing inside, and sometimes snickering came.

After slowing down for a while, the man in the felt hat recovered his state, staring at Zhang Xuexian and Jing Zhe, his eyes full of anger.

The man in the felt hat should be quite famous in Jingzhou City, at least Zhang Xuexian knew him, so he hurried forward and said with a smile: "Wu Gongzi, are you okay?" ”

"Get out!"

The man in the felt hat didn't want to deal with him, roared angrily, stared at Jing Zhe viciously, and said word by word: "You did it on purpose?" ”

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