Wu Jie was naturally very unpleasant to see Wu Lun, but it was inconvenient in front of the public, so he only bowed his hand slightly: "It turned out to be my brother, although Wu Jie did not receive an invitation from the prefect, and he did not want to come over to participate in this banquet." Unfortunately, an old gentleman wanted me in. The elders have a life, and they dare not disobey. ”

He came to see the prefect today to defend himself, and as for what to do later, he can only act at the opportunity. Before you think of a way, it's better to keep a low profile.

However, Wu Jie wanted to keep a low profile, but Wu Lun didn't give him this opportunity, his voice became louder, and his tone was sneering: "Elder, which elder invited you, a scribe, to come in, it's too blind, right?" Wu Jie, you better go out. I'll just say how turbid it is in this banquet, it turns out that you are such a villain, get out quickly1"

After saying that, there was a long laugh.

Hearing his laughter, everyone in the congregation turned their heads to look.

The people who came were all celebrities from Chengdu Prefecture, and they were all dressed in beautiful clothes. Looking at their dress, they are all famous, and many of them are seven-grade and seven-grade officials.

Recently, Wu Jie has become famous in Chengdu Shilin. First of all, he is the son of the late Lord Wu of the Nanjing Military Department, who died unjustly, and everyone has a lot of pity for him. It's a pity that Wu Jie was born a nerd, and there was such a tragic thing at home, which can be fateful.

Unexpectedly, when Wu Jie returned to his hometown, he heard differently from before. This person is not only not stupid, but a talented master. At the Tang Family Poetry Conference, that word and poem shook the entire Shuzhong, and even Mr. Yang Zongzhi said that in terms of poetry alone, Wu Jie was slightly better than his father Yang Shen.

What kind of person is Mr. Yang Zongzhi, that is the leader of the Sichuan literary circle, even if he looks at the whole world, he is also a first-class person.

After this poetry meeting, Wu Jie's name moved to Bashu, and the word poem was sung endlessly in Chengdu.

For Wu Jie's talent, there are those who envy and admire Wu Jie's talent, but no one is jealous. The magnificence of "boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling"; The grace of "falling flowers, reading, micro swifts, flying" can only make people look up to the mountains.

But at this time, a shocking news came: Wu Jie's works at the poetry meeting were all ghostwritten by Miss Tang.

The news came from the Tang family, and it was said that Mrs. Tang said it herself, which made people unbelievable.

I didn't expect Miss Tang to be so talented, and while marveling, everyone also sighed that a flower was inserted into the cow dung.

Wu Jie is also a scholar and a son of an official eunuch, and he actually disregarded his own reputation and plagiarized other people's works, which really made the saint shameful.

If this matter spreads to other places, the entire Chengdu Mansion will not be able to raise its heads.

This person is a Sven scum, a shame on Chengdu.

Hearing Wu say that the thin and obscene young scholar beside him was the legendary Wu Jie, everyone was surprised.

Although there are not many people who come to this Jinjiang night banquet, it is the top celebrities in Chengdu Mansion and even in the whole of Sichuan, and they are one level higher than the Tang Family Poetry Society.

In particular, this banquet was personally presided over by the prefect Lord Lin, and Mr. Yang Zongzhi, a Confucian scholar, was invited. Wait a minute, Mr. Yang still has a big question, and it will be a cultural event that people will talk about.

But in the midst of this, Wu Jie was squeezed in, such a shame of Shilin, it was really a rat that broke a pot of soup, and he didn't have to lose his head.

"Wu Jie, this is that copyist, so cheeky, he is embarrassed to come."

"It's weird, he's a child, why did he come in?"

"Could it be that they sneaked in?"

"Wouldn't it, such a disregard for decency, to do such a filthy thing?"

"Decent, is he still decent?" Someone sneered: "You can even do such a thing as plagiarism, what dirty things can't you do?" ”

"It's, it's, it must have snuck in. You say, he's so shameless, knowing that this is not the place he can come, so why should he come in and feel uncomfortable? ”

"Hell, I don't feel comfortable sitting with him anyway."

There was a small commotion below, accompanied by a mockery with his head bowed.

Wu Jie naturally heard these sarcastic voices, but pretended not to hear them, and only said to Wu: "Wu Jie didn't want to come here, it's still that sentence, the elder's life, don't dare not disobey." You don't seem qualified to kick me out, do you? ”

Wu Lun smiled coldly, and was about to beckon his subordinates to come over and blast Wu Jie out

At this time, a dashing figure walked in, it was Mr. Yuli, who was in the same boat as Wu Jie.

"Little friend Wu Jie, you are fast, you have come in one step first, and find a place to sit, I will go to see Governor Lin." Mr. Yuli held Wu Jie's hand and smiled, looking at him with unconcealed admiration in his eyes.

"As Mr. says." Wu nodded calmly.

Wu Lun next to him opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time to reach the ground: "Student Wu Lun has seen Yang Shanchang." But sweat oozed from his forehead.

Everyone in the audience also stood up and saluted: "Mountain Chief" and "Mr. Zongzhi" kept shouting.

Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Yuli, you are Yang Zongzhi." ”

"Yes, it is Yang Zongzhi, what's wrong, it's not like?" Mr. Yuli laughed: "A certain surname is Yang Mingzongzhi, and the word Yuli." ”

He pointed at Wu Jie and said: "You, a junior, are also wild and refuse to be my student, do you look down on a certain knowledge?" Haha, okay, people who can write such poems, a certain is not embarrassed to be arrogant, let's talk about it as equals, and be friends of the year. Haha, boy, you're funny. Don't be busy at the end of the meeting, let's talk, and then play a game of chess. ”

After speaking, he let go of Wu Jie's hand, shook his head around, and went into the building without looking at Wu Lun.

Looking at Yang Zongzhi's back in a daze, Wu Jie came back to his senses for a long time. In his mind, Yang Zongzhi, such a famous person, should be bookish, elegant and chic.

But this person is bold and open-minded, opening and closing his mouth "so-and-so", like a martial artist.

It's understandable, though. I think that at the beginning, Yang Zongzhi's father was a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, and his father was the first assistant of the dynasty. If it is placed in the future generations, it will be the son of the prime minister, a ministerial-level official. But such a noble man actually made a big event of ambushing Zhang Cong.

As the son of Yang Shen, Yang Zongzhi is quite fatherly.

If you think about it carefully, it looks like a famous scholar of the Wei and Jin dynasties, and the style of the literati of the same era is very different.

Next to him, Wu Yan was already sweating in shock, and he just said the sentence, "Elder, which elder invited you, a scribe, to come in, is too blind, right?" "I have offended my own teacher, and with Yang Zongzhi's surname of not rubbing sand in his eyes, I don't know how to clean myself up after I come down.

Thinking of his strengths, and thinking that he was pursuing Miss Tang, if Yang Zongzhi had achievements for himself, he was afraid that things would be very bad, and Wu Lun became more and more flustered in his heart.

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