Then this imperial history was treated coldly by Emperor Yan, he only said one second ago that he believed in Wu Anbo, and the next second he was slapped in the face by the imperial history, this requires a blind person to do such a thing.

Yushi was dragged down by his colleagues, and if he went down to the autumn, he would have to settle the account, so let's honestly stop the meeting, don't you have to look at the occasion?

Now it's a banquet for the Xiling envoy group, do they really have a light on their faces when they are so noisy?

Fang Xu grimaced at the sitting Yushi, his attitude was very arrogant, he looked like he was helpless, his liver hurt, he lowered his head and drank alcohol, this official was too aggrieved.

Of course, this attitude also made more people not optimistic about him, either they didn't add color, or they were bet on Huihe, regardless of their feelings.

Wu Anbo sat there grinding his teeth angrily, he really wanted to step forward to his son, just thinking about what his son said before, forget it, he still doesn't show his wealth.

However, the general strictly followed the husband's singing and wife's accompaniment, and without saying a word, he took out the silver ticket that Fang Xu gave her to buy grain, and stared at Hui He before taking it and asked:

"If you lose, will you be responsible for the loss?"

Hui He was uncomfortable stared at by the general's eyes, and his eyes didn't dare to look at the general, the eyes were too scary, and he didn't know how to endure it.

Hui He avoided his eyes and replied, "Naturally." ”

Looking at the color of his side, Hui He is full of confidence, even if he makes a mistake in judgment, then the hundred officials of Yan Country can't make a mistake in judgment.

Except for the general, even Wu Anbo didn't dare to be good to Fang Xu, hehe, the general's color head was to give a silver ticket, of course he would not refuse.

The general patted the 20,000 taels of silver tickets, turned around and returned to his seat, with a clean and neat attitude, not dragging mud and water, and extremely chic.

Hui He didn't look like a man standing next to him.

So Fang Xu, who saw this scene, laughed very unceremoniously, and the laughing Hui He's face was flushed, wanting to tear Fang Xu's broken mouth.

Gentleman is gentleman, anything can be said, insulting Sven, Sven sweeping the floor!

"Hey, don't say that Young Master Ben is bullying, let you write first, Young Master Ben is afraid that you won't have the face to write it after you finish writing." Fang Xu's face was smug and full of confidence.

Hui He was so excited that he didn't want to write anything first, it would seem that he was showing weakness, and he immediately shot back, mocking Fang Xu for bragging and saying nothing, and it was true that he couldn't write it.

Fang Xu ignored it, eating and drinking leisurely, and his brain hurt angrily.

"Xianggong, are you sure?"

The general looked at the color heads on the case, and roughly estimated that there were more than 100,000 taels, most of which were added by the Xiling envoy, and some of them were contributed by hundreds of officials.

If you win this one, tsk, I have to say that gambling is really too fast.

"Don't worry, in order to please you some time ago, Xianggong bought a lot of poems, including about people's livelihood." Fang Xu whispered back, his face full of sinister smiles.

The voice was not loud, but it could also make the palace maid who was kneeling next to him listen to it, obviously this was Fang Xu's intention to let the family hear it, otherwise the voice could be even quieter, and only the general could hear it.

The general's face was black when he heard this, if it wasn't for her understanding of Fang Xu, she would have rushed to this expression, and she couldn't believe it.

The general who is good at acting or something, snorted coldly and ignored Fang Xu, Fang Xu touched and touched his nose and laughed dryly.

Hui He stared at Fang Xu's luck, and seeing that Fang Xu didn't move his pen, he continued to laugh and said, "What, Lord Xiao Fang, can't you write it?" ”

"Tsk, this is time for you to think, you can't wait, let me tell you, you can't drink hot porridge in a hurry, hot mouth."

Fang Xu got up from his seat, walked quickly to the desk in the middle of the main hall, sat down slowly, tilted his head and continued to say to Hui He, who had a sneering face:

"Don't put on that kind of smiling expression, you are not suitable, too ugly, don't say that you are not handsome when you put it on, and you will vomit if you see too much."

Touching and touching his face, Fang Xu said quite proudly: "It's not like my face, if you look at it more, you will be pregnant and pregnant." ”

Burst! Someone can't help but spray again, if you see too much, you will get pregnant and pregnant, what kind of stalk is this? How dare you say that.

Hui He sighed angrily, I have never seen such a shameless person, boasting about his good looks in public, what about his face? Do you want more?

This Si's narcissism even Emperor Yan couldn't stand it, and he couldn't help but throw a look at Wu Anbo, which means look at the good son you taught.

Wu Anbo touched and touched his nose, it's not good to be too confident.

Fang Xu picked up the pen, and immediately someone stretched out his head to look over, looking forward to what great work this thing would write, looking at Na Dese's small appearance, it seemed to be very talented.

Fang Xu put down the pen, the pen walked the snake, and soon wrote a line of big characters, hoeing the day of the afternoon.

After he finished writing, the little eunuch who was waiting for Yan Mo next to him immediately read it out in a sharp voice, and the sharp voice stimulated Fang Xu's eardrum pain.

I don't know why, Fang Xu felt that Hongda's voice was good, although it was also sharp, but it was not harsh.

Fang Xu endured the discomfort and continued to write, sweating and hoeing, who knew that the Chinese food on the plate was hard work.

After writing, he wrote the word Min Nong and gave the poem a title.

The little eunuch's sharp voice sounded in the hall, and the first sentence was ridiculed, and it was like this, there was no deep meaning, this vernacular was written, it was really not level.

In the second line of the poem, someone has begun to calculate how much silver he can make, and after the third place came out, someone's expression changed, and he became serious, knowing that this was the place of succession.

As soon as the grains came out, they immediately burst into applause, and the whole picture came out.

Wu Anbo was the first to stand up and applaud, dare to say that his son is a gentleman, hum, look at his son's talent, amazing! I'm scared to death of you, it's okay, and my son has made a lot of money.

Fang Xu put down his smile, stood up, crossed his waist, shook his legs, hehe, stared at Hui He with a strange smile, and said that you should write first, if you don't write, I asked you if you are embarrassed to write now?

Hui He's hand holding the pen froze there, clenching his teeth tightly, looking up at Fang Xu, wanting to ask why? Aren't you a gentleman?

"Brother Hui, have you thought about it? Do you want to give you some more time, even count the small tickets first, it seems to be a lot, wahaha, they are all even. Fang Xu looked up to the sky and laughed, so embarrassed.

The laughter fell on Hui He's face like a slap, and Hui He's hand trembled when he held the pen, and the ink dripped on the paper, staining it with ink.

Hui He didn't seem to have noticed, he was still trembling, he was angry, and he was anxious, and Hui He didn't know what to do next? Do you want to continue?

This treasure is like a treasure, and the deeper you dig, the more material it gets.

In the end, Hui He gritted his teeth and wrote his masterpiece, which is not as good as it is, it is better than not being able to write, and if you lose, you have to lose with grace.

In Fang Xu's ridicule, Hui He wrote very quickly, and the pen in his hand was about to be broken by him, it was really a pen through the back of the paper.