Chapter 115

A vote of officials also crowded over, like visiting a mountain gorilla from the Virunga Mountains in Africa, greeting Wang Yang while asking how old Wang Yang was and who he was teaching from, making Wang Yang really tired of dealing with these crooked middle-aged and elderly men.

Fortunately, soon Gao Shilang and Liu Yiyi finished colluding, cleared his throat, and announced the rewards for the various rankings of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wang Yang was given a thousand pieces of money, ten pieces of silk, ten spindles of ink, 100 catties of rice paper, one side of the inkstone, and ten strokes of the Xuan pen.

The standard study room is equipped with four treasures, and the rest are also rewarded, but the other second place, Li Zhiyi, has done his best because he failed to say a word, and he has already disappeared, and the rest of the people have also thanked them one by one.

Li Qingzhao, the first talented woman in the Great Song Dynasty, was naturally greatly encouraged by Gao Shilang. Then these members of the referee team of the Mid-Autumn Festival left first under the guard of the forbidden soldiers.

As soon as the officials dispersed, Wang Yang's eyes swept away, and he rushed directly to Zhao Mingcheng and Wang Miangu in three steps, grabbing one in one hand, and dragging the two goods who were about to slip away. "Boy, if you lose, you want to slip away and don't admit it?"

"The surname Wang, don't you hurry up and let go, in front of the public, do you want to commit murder?" Seeing that his companions were captured, the companions of Zhao Mingcheng and others couldn't help but be anxious, and shouted and reprimanded, and some people simply went to ask for help from the general of the Great Song Forbidden Army who had been face-to-face with Zhao Mingcheng before.

"This prince, why are you stopping these two from leaving the garden?" The general of the Great Song Forbidden Army glanced at Zhao Mingcheng and Wang Miangu, who were dragged by Wang Yang and couldn't break free, although he despised Zhao Mingcheng very much, but now, he also had to shoulder his responsibilities.

"General, Wang didn't stop him, he just wanted to ask these two guys when they were going to fulfill the previous bet." Wang Yang directly used his hands to pull Wang Miangu and Zhao Mingcheng to the ground, and then saluted the general of the forbidden army, very graceful and authentic.

"A bet between you?" The general of the Great Song Forbidden Army also seemed to be quite gossipy, looked at the two unlucky ghosts who were dizzy and dizzy, and asked curiously.

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And the surrounding literary young people who watched the excitement also hugged over with gossip on their faces, listening to the Wang Mou with a smug smile, telling about the agreement between them, the loser above the Mid-Autumn Festival must only wear a crotch cloth to the Bianhe River to beat gongs and drums in the parade of one mile of the roadside.

Everyone was stunned at first, and they couldn't help laughing out loud, and even some buddies who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement had already issued an initiative, thinking that it was better to choose a day than to hit the day, so it was not bad for Zhao Mingcheng and the others to strip off their clothes and beat gongs and drums around this Qionglin Garden.

Zhao Mingcheng and Wang Miangu finally got up, and the seven or eight literary young people who gambled with Wang Yang all had black lines, Wang Miangu rolled his eyes, and immediately shouted loudly to refute that there was no such thing.

This buddy seems to have made up his mind, he would rather be beaten by Wang Yang than be so embarrassed to be thrown into Qionglin Yuan in Bianliang, Tokyo, if that is the case, they will only become the laughing stock and shame of the Great Song Dynasty cultural circle if they want to come out again for the rest of their lives. If that's the case, where will there be a future career in the future?

"Zhao Mingcheng, Wang Miangu, and a few of you, don't you pure masters even have the slightest responsibility?" At this time, Chen Jie, who had also been watching the excitement and schadenfreude from the sidelines, finally couldn't help but stand up.

After all, she is the middleman in this bet. Seeing Chen Jie, the female middleman, stand up, Zhao Mingcheng and the others couldn't help but feel a little guilty in their hearts. One or two didn't dare to face Chen Jie directly, but if they were to admit that they and others had really made such a bet in front of so many people in the Bianliang cultural circle here, then this piece of face would really be lost.

"The hero doesn't suffer the immediate loss, leave quickly, it's not too late to perform in the future, and if it drags on like this, it will be our brothers who will suffer." Wang Miangu's eyes were ghostly and reverent, and he came to Zhao Mingcheng's ear and muttered.

"It's late at night today, Zhao said goodbye, surnamed Wang, Zhao promised to lose 2,000 to you, and when the time comes, he will offer it." Zhao Mingcheng, whose face was pale, nodded approvingly, and bowed to Wang Yang to show his relentingness. However, he only admitted that he had lost the money, and then rushed down the hill with lightning speed.

The large number of literary youths ran away in panic like the hen that let the weasel into the hen's coop.

"Oops! How can you, you guys, be so shameless. Chen Jie watched these losers flee with a stunned face, never thought that they would be so undisciplined and shameless.

Wang Yang stood with his hands in his hands, and he didn't mean to catch up, which made Wan Bin, who had been wanting to see the excitement around him, couldn't help but be a little anxious. "Why don't you stop these despicable and shameless guys?"

"That's right, master, you see they all ran away...... "Master Li couldn't help but shake Wang Yang's clothes in a hurry.

"It doesn't matter, I've already made a move, and if I make another shot, I'll fall behind. A Sven person like Wang can't be brave and ruthless in public. Wang Yang smiled very gently, waved his sleeves, and was very graceful.

These words suddenly made many literary veterans, middle-aged and young people present look at this leader of the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Association, and feel more and more that this Wang Wushan is really extraordinary.

The faces full of admiration and appreciation made Wang Daguan more and more proud. Anyway, those guys have been disgraced and are about to be thrown to grandma's house, not to mention that they have made those guys' gambling contracts with themselves public on such an occasion.

What if those guys are killed and unwilling to perform? I don't care, I just use perfect body language and expressions to interpret the excellent traditional virtues of the Chinese nation: gentleness, kindness, humility, courtesy, and letting.

just won the reputation of a lenient gentleman, and as for Zhao Mingcheng and Wang Miangu, those ants will only fall into the infamy of a despicable villain who is unrighteous and untrustworthy, which is really hilarious.

Li Qingzhao looked at those literary young people who left in a hurry in a daze, his heart was cold, he never thought that these guys instigated him to fight, and he always felt that with them, they were a group of aspiring young people who were interested in the pursuit of literature and art.

But when they were fighting side by side with them, they stabbed themselves from behind, and that's it, and now, they have no courage to admit the content of their bet in shame.

They rushed away in a hurry, completely devoid of talent, but when they won only four or five places, they had the courage and courage to want to find Wang Yang's trouble, capricious, and cowardly as a mouse, which really made Li Qingzhao extremely frustrated.

Li Qingzhao took a deep breath, walked up to Wang Yang, saluted, and spat out a warbler sound. "Prince Wang, please stay, Qingzhao lost, Qingzhao is beyond his means......"

Wang Yang didn't expect that Li Qingzhao, a cute and soft girl, would jump out at this time, and when she saw the eyes that originally seemed to be adoring and admiring, she was instantly full of hostility, especially the expressions of those young literary young people who chose to devour people one by one, which made Wang Yang feel so sorry for the dog in his heart.

It seems that Li Qingzhao, a cute and soft girl, has really a lot of pokes, hmm...... Or this is a literary dead house that likes soft and cute girls and worships Li Qingzhao as their goddess of literature.

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