April 7, the second year of the holy calendar, is definitely a memorable day for Yang Shouwen.

On this day, he exhausted his memory, fought wine and stole eighty-one Tang poems, which spread throughout Luoyang overnight, achieving a legend.

It was on this day that although he didn't see Wu Zetian, he shouted at Wu Zetian, 'I'm not afraid of you'.

What Wu Zetian will think, no one knows.

But judging from her actions of sending someone to send Yang Shouwen back to Tongma Mo, this moody and even somewhat brutal woman in the eyes of countless people was not angry. It seems that her sense of Yang Shouwen has also changed slightly.

Amazing, isn't it?

It's been ten years!

In the past ten years, almost no one dared to offend Wu Zetian's holy face.

But this time, Yang Shouwen not only offended Shengyan, but even retreated, which also made countless people sleepless all night.

Wu Sansi returned home, and it was almost the time of his son.

Luoyang City has already started the night ban, but for Wu Sansi, the power of this night ban does not seem to be very strong.

He has a waist card given by Wu Zetian and can walk in the city at night.

In fact, a character like Wu Sansi will have this kind of privilege, otherwise how can he be called 'King of Liang'.

"Erlang's imperial examination, forget it."

When he returned home, he immediately recruited Zhou Lizhen and Wu Chongxun.

Zhou Lizhen is now a confidant by Wu Sansi's side. This person is good at figuring out people's hearts, and he is quick to react, and his methods are extremely shady. It is very difficult for this kind of person to take the road of the imperial examination to enter the ranks. But if you get promoted, you can quickly soar. Their talents are far a hundred times stronger than their virtues, and they are more suitable for mixing in officialdom.

"Why, children these days. I have been studying hard behind closed doors at home. ”

"What's the use of you studying hard? Can you compose eighty-one poems in one day? ”

"Huh?"

Wu Sansi told him what happened in Shendu Yuan today, and he said it in great detail. He even asked people to transcribe all the eighty-one poems written by Yang Shouwen and put them in front of Wu Chongxun and Zhou Lizhen for them to read.

Wu Chongxun's face turned pale and he was silent.

Zhou Lizhen smiled bitterly. Didn't speak either.

The man sitting at the bottom of Wu Sansi took the stack of poems and read them with relish.

"Erlang, do you still want to participate in the imperial examination?

This time, even for the sake of the father, he can't help you...... You didn't see that the boy finally shouted at the saint, 'The husband is not young', and shouted even more arrogantly: I am not afraid of you! Instead of being angry at this, the saint sent him home.

The sage hoped that Wu Li would marry, but after today's events. Her senses for the boy had changed, I'm afraid. If you participate in the imperial examination, you will inevitably collide with that kid. Before today, there is still some certainty that the father will do something. But...... If you are sure that you will defeat him in the imperial examination, your father will support you to participate in the imperial examination in the coming year. ”

"I'm not going!"

Wu Chongxun almost didn't think about it, and blurted out.

How to get there?

Compete with that demon in literary brilliance, can't you find death?

He was already frightened by Yang Shouwen and turned his head to look at Zhou Lizhen.

Zhou Lizhen pondered for a moment and said: "Since the princess said that she wants to be the champion, I am afraid she will not change her words easily."

The prince is now very close to Princess Taiping. If King Liang oppresses strongly, it may backfire. But. The villain thought that he still had to participate in the imperial examination, otherwise, how could the second prince be recognized by the saint and the prince? ”

"I'm not going!"

Wu Chongxun immediately shouted: "This guy has such literary talent, how can I win?" When the time comes, he can only be humiliated by him. ”

Zhou Lizhen listened. Immediately laughed.

"Don't worry, the second son, the princess only said that the champion is talented, but she didn't say that the literary champion is still the martial champion.

If you are the champion, you need to wait until the next year; The words of the martial champion. It will be held this year. From now on, the martial arts will start in five months. With the bravery of the second son, and some small means, wouldn't the martial champion be at his fingertips?

At that time, even a princess will not regret it anymore! ”

Wu Sansi's eyes lit up, "You mean, let Erlang participate in the martial arts?" ”

Zhou Lizhen nodded and said: "There is no need for martial arts, there are many operational means.

This point, presumably Sun Dalang knows best, yes or no? ”

The man sitting at the bottom of Wu Sansi put down the manuscript in his hand and showed a strange smile.

"What is Sun Dalang's plan?"

The man said: "What Mr. Zhou said is that martial arts are mainly about weightlifting, riding and archery, foot archery, and gun and horse skills, and it is more important to be brave than literary. Erlang's torso is majestic, imposing, and quite heroic, if he participates in martial arts, it should not be difficult. As long as Erlang can pass the three items of weightlifting, mounted archery and foot shooting, the skill of guns and horses can be operated. ”

"How?"

"It's up to Mr. Zhou to explain this."

Zhou Lizhen smiled at the man and said in a deep voice: "Weightlifting, mounted archery and foot archery must not be difficult for the second son. As for the skill of guns and horses, the villain has a plan. Sun Dalang once participated in martial arts, and during this time, he let the second son practice martial arts with him, and he couldn't say that there would be any promotion. In addition, Sun Dalang has a good friend named Wang Xiufu, who is not only strong in martial arts, but also has extraordinary divine power, and has the courage of ancient evil. He is now in Chang'an, and he only needs a letter from King Liang, and he will definitely defect to the prince. When the time comes, let him also participate in the imperial examination, and submit the second son to win the championship in one fell swoop. ”

When Wu Sansi heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking at Zhou Lizhen's gaze, he suddenly became kind.

This guy's writing is not very good, but there are indeed some ways to do things.

However, he frowned and said softly: "But if Yang Shouwen also participates in martial arts, what should I do?" ”

Zhou Lizhen said: "It's simple, if he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, let Wang Xiufu ...... in the field."

He spoke, making a slashing gesture.

"The saint may love his talent, but this matter has nothing to do with King Liang, and the saint will not be angry with King Liang."

"Hmm!"

Wu Sansi smiled.

He just smiled at first, but slowly the laughter grew louder and louder.

"Yes, if he doesn't know how to advance or retreat, and doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, then he can only be blamed for his short life."

Sun Dalang, Zhou Lizhen and Wu Chongxun couldn't help laughing when they heard it. The depression in Wu Sansi's heart disappeared with laughter.

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It's dawn.

A red sun burst out, and the sun shrouded the land.

Yang Shouwen slowly opened his eyes before moving. I felt a sharp pain that seemed to be about to crack his head, and he couldn't help but snort.

"Son, you're awake!"

An anxious voice came from his ears, Yang Shouwen turned his head to look, and saw Yang's hair in an unkempt bun walking forward.

Her eyes were red, and she could see that she shouldn't have rested well.

Seeing Yang Shouwen wake up, Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly brought a glass of water. It was handed to Yang Shouwen's mouth.

After a hangover, the throat feels like it's on fire. Yang Shouwen hurriedly picked up the water cup and drank the cold boiled water.

"You kid, why are you so unreassuring?

I heard that you ate nearly a bucket of Lang Guanqing yesterday. Do you know how much stamina Lang Guanqing has? ”

I didn't know it before, but now I know!

Yang Shouwen was lying on the couch, still feeling that the world was spinning.

Yang was right. Lang Guanqing's mouth is sweet, and there is no taste of wine at all. But the stamina is very violent. He couldn't even remember what happened next. To use a posterity term, he was 'broken' yesterday.

In my mind, I only vaguely remember that he kept composing poems and poems. Poetry......

But what poems have they written? It's all gone.

Well, in the end, he seems to have smashed the wine jar, but after that, he has no memory at all.

At this moment, Yang Shouwen only felt very uncomfortable. The stomach is hot, as if there is a fire burning inside.

"Auntie, how did I get back?"

"You're embarrassed to say that thanks to Brother Nu, Mr. He and Mr. Su for sending you back...... When you come back, you don't even know what it's like. Fortunately, this is at home, but if it is outside, I don't know how much of a joke it will make. ”

"It doesn't matter how big a joke it is, if Qingzhi wants to eat, now there are more than 200 restaurants in Luoyang City, and they all wish he could not get drunk and not return."

Outside the house, hearty laughter was heard.

He Zhizhang, accompanied by Zheng Qian, walked in from outside the house.

Yang Shouwen felt that Zheng Qian seemed to have a very special meaning in his eyes when he looked at him today. It's just that he immediately set his eyes on He Zhizhang, and wondered: "Mr. He, why are you in my house?" ”

He Zhizhang was stunned when he heard this, and immediately laughed.

"Qingzhi, didn't you forget all about yesterday?"

"Huh?"

Looking at Yang Shouwen's confused appearance, Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Son, you woke up when you came back yesterday, and then took Mr. He and Mr. Su to eat another jar of Qingping Tune. Later, Mr. He wanted to leave, but you dragged him alive and didn't let him go, and you were still singing and dancing in the yard, making a fuss for most of the night.

If it weren't for Jeddah's later action, I don't know how long you would have gotten into trouble. ”

I...... Drunk and crazy again?

Yang Shouwen grew his mouth and showed an embarrassed smile after a long time.

"Mr. He, the kid was rude yesterday."

He said abruptly, and struggled to sit up from the couch.

He Zhizhang said with a smile: "Qingzhi's temperament is straightforward, what is the rudeness?"

However, I still want to congratulate you, yesterday Qingzhi fought wine in the General Immortal Palace, and hundreds of poems have been spread all over Luoyang City. Nowadays, the streets and alleys are probably talking about Qingzhi's poems. After today, I am afraid of the land of Liangjing, and no one knows the name of Qing. ”

"A hundred poems about wine fighting?"

That's not what Li Bai did, what does it have to do with me?

Yang Shouwen's memory of yesterday has been completely blurred, so he is a little confused.

He Zhizhang sat down on the bed beside him, looked at Yang Shouwen, and suddenly said, "Qingzhi, don't you remember the good things you did yesterday?" ”

"What did I do?"

Yang Shouwen looked demented, frowned, and thought hard for a while: "I only remember that I have been composing poetry yesterday. By the way, yesterday in the General Immortal Palace, I continued to order Zhongyaotai, and I kept composing poems, eating wine, and then I don't remember. ”

"Do you remember how many poems you wrote?"

Yang Shouwen was blindfolded, and shook his head after a while.

"Eighty-one songs!"

He Zhizhang suddenly stroked his palms and shouted, looking distressed, "If I had known, I should have let you eat less wine." ”

"How?"

"If you don't get drunk later, you can't really write a hundred poems."

In a certain period of time, people will enter a mysterious and mysterious wonderful realm.

Taoists call it Tongxuan, and Buddhists call it epiphany. In this state, people will burst out with an extremely mysterious power and do things that they would not normally be able to do. In He Zhizhang's opinion, Yang Shouwen entered the state of Tongxuan yesterday, so he was able to make eighty-one masterpieces. If he hadn't drunk too much and fallen drunk, perhaps he would have composed more psalms. As for Yang Shouwen, were those poems stolen? He Zhizhang did not have any doubts.

How can a person who can produce eighty-one unheard of masterpieces in a short period of time be a copyist?

“…… You mean, I was on the yaotai and dropped the wine jar? I have an impression of this. ”

"Then do you remember that you shouted at the saint: I am not afraid of you!"

"Is there one?"

"Huh."

When Yang Shouwen heard this, he was immediately shocked into a cold sweat.

He really couldn't remember that he had done such a terrible thing.

To put it in his heart, as Wu Zetian said, he still has a little fear of Wu Zetian in his heart.

The official history, wild history and various romances of later generations have long demonized Wu Zetian.

For this first empress of the ages, ruthless to the center of this legend, in order to seek the position of queen, he did not hesitate to kill the woman who had his own daughter, Yang Shouwen's fear of Wu Zetian is as deep-rooted as his rejection of Princess Anle.

Yesterday, I actually said that kind of awesome thing to that old lady, and she didn't kill me?

Yang Shouwen looked at He Zhizhang and suddenly sobered up a lot.

"I really ate too much wine at the time, and I don't even remember it."

He smiled wryly and shook his head, but He Zhizhang burst into laughter again.

Do you like to laugh a lot? I especially offended Wu Zetian, you can still laugh so happily?

He Zhizhang said: "Qingzhi doesn't have to worry, your words yesterday were also reckless, and instead of blaming, the saint sent someone to send you back." So, you don't have to worry, if the saint really wants to investigate, how can you get out of Yingzhou? ”

Like, that's the truth!

Yang Shouwen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He was about to speak, but he heard the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs.

Yang Congyi hurriedly ran up from downstairs, he was out of breath, and after going upstairs, he broke into the room: "Ah Lang, it's not good...... Many public servants came outside, saying that in the name of Luoyang Order, they wanted to take Ah Lang to the yamen for questioning. ”

"Huh?"

Yang Shouwen was stunned and struggled to get up.

When your feet hit the ground, it was as if you were stepping on cotton, and the sky swirled in a whirlwind.

"What's the matter, why did Luoyang Ling ask me to go to the yamen for questioning?"

"I don't know about this."

He Zhizhang got up and said, "Qingzhi, you freshen up first, I'll go outside to have a look, and you can come back later." ”

Yang Shouwen was full of alcohol at the moment, and his clothes were messy, so he was indeed not suitable for going out to meet people. Since He Zhizhang is willing to come forward, Yang Shouwen will naturally not refuse. He hurriedly asked Yang to wash up for him, ate another bowl of porridge and water, and felt no longer so uncomfortable in his stomach, so he changed his clothes and walked downstairs...... (To be continued.) )