In the guest house, many aunts are discussing.

At this time, Han Jiang appeared.

With a wine jar in one hand and a wine bowl in the other, the servant led the way to the guest house.

Han Jiang has already made a choice to go to the end.

Han Jiang wants to take a look, the massive amount of information in the eyes of the world's great sages and these elite scholars in this era, a few catties and taels.

A servant set the table, Han Jiang put the wine jar and wine bowl in the middle of the courtyard, and then began to make a few simple stretching movements and move his body.

Han Jiang didn't know that as soon as Qian Jingyi and the others heard that Han Jiang wanted wine and wanted someone to take him to the guest house, they had already arrived at the guest house.

The Qian Family Guest House only prepared paper, with ten knives, five jars of ink, and 1,000 pens for backup.

Ma Yuan poured a cup of tea for Han Yanxuan: "Brother Jiefu, you have been targeting me for a long time, and you want me to resign." But today, regardless of these old things, I like your son. But what do you think will happen to his choices today? ”

Han Yanxuan did not shy away: "Either you will become famous, or you will be disgraced." ”

"Yes, yes."

Han Yanxuan stopped talking, he felt that it would be a little uncomfortable.

A high-ranking servant in the Qian Mansion gave Han Yanxuan a cup of soothing ginseng tea at this time, and everyone could see that Han Yanxuan's lips were slightly blue, and it was not surprising that Han Yanxuan was nervous at this time.

Because Han Jiang chose the most difficult way to answer the question.

Arguments.

With so many people, there must be people who come forward to refute and quote scriptures. Han Jiang was able to answer and get everyone to agree with his argument, which is a hard skill.

It's ten times harder than it is to write.

Finally, Han Jiang stood in front of the table, and bowed to the east with his shirt in his shirt: "Student worship from afar, Xie Jigong, quote Jigong's argument today." ”

Who is Ji Gong?

Nobody knows.

Han Jiang knew in his heart that he couldn't rely on himself if he wanted to, and there was a TV show in later generations that Han Jiang liked very much, and he never missed every episode, the Hundred Pulpits.

Professor Ji talks about the four beauties.

Han Jiang plans to borrow this to answer the second question first, beauty.

After a bowl of wine, Han Jiang spoke: "Every day starts from the second watch, the second watch is a day of singing and dancing, and the wine and beauty are life." On the first day of the new year, the building was full of flowers, and the beauties offered wine and food on that day. There is no room in the house, Tarzan chases me with a stick on the street, and I will talk about the beauty today. ”

Han Jiang slippery head.

That night, Qian Haohuan beat him because his name was Han Jiang and he was Han Yanxuan's son.

But it can't get out.

It's not good for Qianfu and it's not good for Hanfu.

Han Jiang carried the pot on his back.

Han Jiang continued with a smile:

"Today, let's talk about the four beauties. Sinking fish, falling geese, closing the moon, shy flowers. ”

As soon as Han Jiang opened his mouth, nearly a hundred pens began to record, since he was arguing about policies, he dared to use the six theories of the Secret Pavilion in the Qian family, and people who had no knowledge, no talent, and no courage would not dare to stand here.

Standing here is already an achievement.

What is said, can be recorded.

Han Jiang smiled with a hint of a smile:

"Why do you say that the wild goose, Zhaojun traveled far away, he didn't wash his face for more than a month, one day he was tired, and he planned to get off the carriage and walk a few steps, but the geese in the sky saw that there were countless grass nests on the ground, thinking that it was an oasis, and they flew down, who would have thought that the grass nests were the messy hair of Zhaojun and the people of the Han Palace, so there was the name of the wild goose."

The whole yard was stupid.

Han Yanxuan instantly felt a ball of fire and qi rushing towards the top of his head, and he had the urge to lift a stick to hit Han Jiang in his heart.

Qian Jingyi was also stunned, he understood Han Jiang's words, but at this time, Han Jiang ......

Didn't wait for everyone to react. At this moment, Han Jiang slapped the table heavily, and his tone changed.

"Beauty, she is the best undercover agent in a war for hegemony in my Chinese history, without her, Wu Yue's story is no longer a romantic legend."

"Cai, she is the most valuable gift in my Chinese history in a foreign transaction, without her, the beacon fire of the Han and Hungarian will not be extinguished."

"Yan, she is the bravest woman in my Chinese history, without her, the war of the Three Kingdoms may have been wiped out in the smoke of history."

"Mei, she is my extremely favored concubine in Chinese history but does not interfere in politics, without her, the good story of being a winged bird in heaven will be dispersed with the wind."

"They are actually supporting characters in history, but their fame is no less than that of any of the protagonists."

As soon as this real opening remark came out, Qian Haohuan stood up.

Wonderful.

Qian Haohuan originally proposed the Six Treatises of the Secret Pavilion, but he was also forced to get on the head, the question of beauty was very difficult to answer, and he didn't dare to say that he could be qualified with his talent.

At this time, Han Jiang found something else, although the beginning was not a conventional strategy, but this opening was ......

Qian Haohuan glanced back at his grandfather, and he saw that his grandfather Qian Jingyi had only one movement at this time, pointing to his father, who was already arranging for the two elders to start recording.

In the courtyard, more than 100 pens began to record.

"What is a beautiful ......?"

Why did Han Jiang want a jar of wine, because he didn't know what the result would be.

Answering a strategic question in the form of storytelling will be perceived in this era.

Han Jiang knew that he couldn't stop, and he couldn't let people interrupt.

At this time, it seems to have returned to the previous life, at an international commodity bidding meeting, when he was fighting with the pride of the eight peers.

Han Jiang has his own arrogance.

But there is also recognition of the Qian family.

The Qian family's choice of son-in-law is not considered a family background, they don't look at the eyebrows, they only talk about their talents, and they only look at their character.

This is different from the non-part request of hundreds of thousands of bride prices in later generations, although the current request for marriage is more difficult, but Han Jiang is willing to bear this test in his heart.

Well, tonight.

One person, one wine, one song, beauty.

Han Jiang wants to bring everyone here a different strategy, a voice of his own.

A full glass of wine.

Han Jiang's tongue was full of lotus flowers, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

Half an hour later, there was only the rustling of pens in the courtyard.

An hour later, when one jar of wine was drunk, another was brought up.

Han Jiang began to be a little half drunk.

After two hours in one breath, Han Jiang was already playing at a super level, and at this time the whole person was really drunk, with the strength of the wine, Han Jiang suddenly overturned the table and pointed to the sky: "The peach is dying, scorching its glory." The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. ”

Han Jiang raised a bowl full of wine: "Ji Gong, I told the teacher back then that the four beauties were wrong. There is also the beauty of women in this world, there is Princess Pingyang Zhao of the Tang Dynasty in the past, and Mrs. Han Liang of my Han family in the back. ”

"In this world, there are still talented beauties."

"If Yi'an Jushi is not a woman, can he be worthy of the name of a generation of words in the world."

The wine bowl was already empty, look at the jar, Han Jiang held the jar and poured it down, and then threw the jar out while looking up to the sky and shouting: "Life is a hero, death is also a ghost." ”

After shouting, Han Jiang fell to the ground.