Gao Shun finally decided to obediently follow Guo Jia to participate in the Yingchuan Cultural Conference of Nalao Shizi, the reason is very simple, if Guo Jia wants to fix himself, then he really doesn't know how bad he is going to go.

Just like as soon as Guo Jia and Guo Cuifu met, he took out a can of liquid made from unknown things from his pocket and handed it to Guo Cui, and then said to her: "Let your father-in-law drink a spoonful every night before going to bed, to ensure that your sister will be pregnant within a month." ”

Guo Cuizi is convinced of Guo Jia, what she hopes most at this time is to be able to conceive Gao Shun's child as soon as possible, and she was overjoyed when she heard the words. And Gao Shun is in a cold sweat, what the hell is that? I took it from Guo Cui and tasted it slightly, Mom, it's hard to get home! What kind of coptis and the like are weak at all! It can't be compared to the jar of liquid in front of you!

"Bonghyo, what the hell is this?" Gao Shun pulled Guo Jia aside and asked angrily.

"Oh, it's not a big deal, it's just bitter juice squeezed from the bitter gall of all kinds of animals."

"Is this really helpful for getting pregnant?"

Guo Jia ignored him, with an expression of "who knows". Now Guo Cui is excited, and he didn't see his expression.

You're a girl, didn't I just push off a literary meeting, as for me! This thing is so bitter that I almost want to vomit after just a small bite, and I have to drink a spoonful every night? Gao Shun couldn't imagine the unspeakable feeling of suffering.

And what's even more hateful is that Guo Jia actually carried this can of things with him, and it seems that he has made a decision since the beginning of the fight that as long as he refuses to participate in the literary meeting, he will rectify himself.

"Xiao Cui'er is convinced of you, if it doesn't work at that time, won't she die of sadness!" Gao Shun looked distressed, and deliberately said in a voice that Guo Cui could hear.

Debunk you! I'm going to debunk you now!

However, between her brother and her husband, Guo Cui unreservedly chose to believe in her brother.

"What do you say! Since it is a gift from the eldest brother, how can it be invalid! Guo Cui stared at Gao Shun viciously, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident: You have to drink this bitter juice every night, don't try to escape!

Gao Shun wants to cry without tears, and he doesn't bring his brothers and sisters to bully people together.

"Hehe, what Chang Gong said is also reasonable." never thought that Guo Jia would actually help Gao Shun speak at this time. However, before Gao Shun could be happy for a moment, his next words were equivalent to a sticking on Gao Shun's head, which made him cry out in his heart that he was careless in making friends.

"If this thing doesn't work, I have other recipes, and I'll bring them to my little sister next month."

After that, Guo Jia lowered his voice and said to Gao Shun: "I dare to guarantee that the things I will bring next month will be ten times more bitter than this bottle of bitter juice, and the amount will be doubled, which is enough for you to drink two spoonfuls every night." ”

Guo Jia, Guo Jia, you are a ghost, but not a poisoner! How can you use such despicable means!

However, Gao Shun still grabbed Guo Jia's sleeve and said with a smile: "I have admired the world's celebrities for a long time, and I will definitely participate in the Yingchuan Cultural Conference." ”

Well, when Guo Jia heard this, he looked very relieved, which made Gao Shun want to smash his fist in his face.

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On April 25th, the sun was shining and the warm breeze was sultry, which was really a good time to write poetry.

High-ranking celebrities have always been eager to do this kind of vassal elegance, and they are quite interested. It's just that since the Yellow Turban Uprising, there has been more turmoil. In the troubled times, even the scholars are difficult to save their lives, where is the time and effort to compete in poetry? However, to this day, although the world is far from stable, it is much better than the riots in the Yellow Turban and Dong Zhuo periods. Although for ordinary people, whether it is the Yellow Turban Rebellion or now, it is an era of "white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles". But for these high-ranking noblemen, under Cao Cao's relatively stable rule, they finally had time to hold a pretentious assembly.

The festival is held on a hill on the outskirts of Yingchuan, which has a stream and a forest, is verdant and beautiful, and the scenery is quite beautiful and pleasant, so it is quite suitable as a venue for the festival.

Of course, not everyone can participate in this Yingchuan Cultural Meeting, and if you want to enter the venue, you must meet two conditions. One is that there must be literary talents, at the foot of the mountain there is a special person responsible for welcoming guests, want to go up the mountain, must casually chant a poem related to spring, chanting will never be released. The second is that he must have a certain status, if he is a beggar, no matter how good and amazing the poems he chants, he will not be allowed to go.

Gao Shun and Guo Jia had also come to the foot of the mountain at this time, and naturally they had to chant a poem before they were released. Although Guo Jia's poetry is not superior, it is no problem to chant a poem in response to the title, and it is easy to pass the test.

Next, it was Gao Shun's turn, and when he saw his lips open and close, he stole a famous poem from later generations:

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. ”

Although the poem is short, the artistic conception is really far away. After reciting the four lines of poetry, Gao Shun immediately attracted the attention of many literati around.

"Dare to ask the gentleman's name." The young man in charge of the reception seemed to be very talented, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that this poem was a superior work, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, so he asked respectfully. At this time, Gao Shun was also dressed as a scribe in a green shirt, if people didn't know him, I'm afraid no one would think that he was a military general.

"Gao Shun, Gao Changgong."

"It turned out to be Mr. Chang Gong in person, and he had no beads in his eyes, so he was really presumptuous." When the young man heard Gao Shun's name, he suddenly gave another long call.

And the literati around him, hearing the name of Gao Shun, also waved in his direction one after another, and Gao Shun, who was busy, returned the salute again and again.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it turned out that Lao Tzu was so famous. Mr. Chang Gong? That's a good name, and it's very pleasant to listen to! After all, people are vain, and seeing so many scribes saluting to themselves, Gao Shun was a happy person in his heart, but he couldn't help himself from laughing at this time.

And Guo Jia was sour in his heart, Gao Shun stole the limelight as soon as he appeared, he knew that he wouldn't tell Xun Yue that he brought this guy here, and this didn't let others mix!

After Gao Shun entered the mountain, he walked more than ten steps and found a familiar figure.

Well? Xun year? Isn't this his competitor Xun Nian?

At this time, Xun Nian also found Gao Shun and smiled at him.

Although he was the loser in the original competition, Xun Nian didn't care too much about it. Although it was said that Biwen recruited relatives at that time, he had never seen Miss Cao at all, and he didn't have any feelings for her. Besides, in Xun Nian's eyes, Gao Shun is indeed a person with real talent and learning, so for Gao Shun, Xun Nian is quite admirable.