The sneers of everyone did not make Wen Congliang angry.

Wen Congliang looked at Wushan, his body was calm, his mind was calm, and his tone was calm.

"10,000 taels of silver, 1,000 taels of gold, sell it?"

Wu Shan didn't speak, and continued to pretend to be stupid.

"How about adding another mansion in the east of the city?"

Wu Shan still didn't speak.

"Comes with a pair of beautiful maids who have been carefully trained since childhood, can you?"

Wu Shan still didn't put away his smile, but asked pretending not to understand or know.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand?"

"Are you talking to me?"

Wushan's attitude made Wen Congliang finally feel a little faceless and unable to get off the stage.

The calmness on Wen Congliang's face was gradually dissipating, because many classmates and students around him were watching.

Wen Congliang's face turned blue and white for a while, he didn't expect Wushan to be more shameless than him, and he was shameless.

"Frivolous and superficial, I don't know etiquette!!"

Therefore, this is a academy, and this is a place where scholars stay.

Wen Congliang, who was angry, did not scold, but accused Wushan of not following etiquette and being rude.

Wushan is not angry, he immediately put away his laughter and stupidity, his words are sharp, and his mouth is sarcastic.

"Why is it sensational, just because fame and fortune disturb the heart."

Wen Congliang raised his eyebrows, glanced at Wushan, didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

Wen Congliang also figured it out, Wu Shan had no intention of selling his goblin blood from the beginning.

Therefore, he was no longer entangled, glared at Wushan and the drama beings behind him, Shen Moyu, and walked away.

"Cut...... Bag! ”

This was not said by Wushan, but from the mouths of the students who watched the excitement around him.

I don't know who it is, I didn't see enough of the excitement, and I hid in the crowd and made provocative remarks.

"Brother Wu, let's leave first!" Shen Moyu made a suggestion, and Wushan also knew that he was kind, Wushan won the second place in the first monthly exam, and it was not a good thing to have a quarrel with Wen Congliang in front of everyone just now.

Wu Shan nodded, turned around and walked out of the Caizi Building with Xi Zhongsheng and Shen Moyu.

Out of the Caizi Building, the three of them watched the beautiful scenery of the pavilions and pavilions before walking out of the academy.

Wushan was in a very beautiful mood, and on the way out, he invited the two of them to go to their own residence to play, which can be regarded as recognizing the way.

The first time I went to Wushan's house, I didn't refuse, and I followed Wushan to the north of the city.

However, less than a stick of incense after walking out of the academy, a girl dressed as a slave stopped Wushan and handed over an invitation.

Wu Shan was puzzled and a little vigilant, so he didn't reach out to pick it up, but squinted his eyes and stared at the girl.

The girl who looked like a slave was also smart, and she should have seen Wushan's doubts and explained.

"My young lady and my son are old acquaintances, this is the invitation to the [Yuehua Poetry Club] held in Chu Garden when Gu Yu was in the past, and I also ask my son to accept it."

Wushan still didn't accept the invitation to the poetry meeting, but the drama next to him gave Wushan a look, for fear that Wushan would refuse.

"Your young lady is a Chu girl?"

Wushan thought about it and asked.

The girl smiled, did not speak, and nodded slightly, as if she had done nothing.

"Please reply to your young lady, Wushan will definitely go to the meeting on time."

Wu Shan accepted the invitation, bowed his hand, and promised that he would definitely attend the poetry meeting on time.

The girl bowed in return and walked away.

"Congratulations to Brother Wu, double happiness is coming!"

Wu Shan looked at the drama beings who were talking, and asked back with some puzzlement: "Where does the joy come from?" ”

"Brother Wu, don't you know, this Chu Garden's [Yuehua Poetry Club] has a long history, and it is a well-known poetry club in Qinghe City."

Wu Shan didn't speak, and while walking back, he continued to listen to the explanations of the opera beings.

"If you want to talk about this [Yuehua Poetry Club], we have to talk about the literati family in Qinghe City, the Chu family."

"The Chu family once had an ancestor who was talented and reached the peak of the sixth realm of Wenqi, that is, the point where the six buckets moved mountains."

"And this Chu Garden, according to legend, was moved from other places by the ancestors of the Chu family using the magical power of Wendao."

"On the day of the fall of Chu Garden, Qinghe City was full of culture, and the ancestors of the Chu family held a banquet to invite the whole city to read that night, and held a poetry meeting in Chu Garden."

"It is rumored that the moon in Qinghe City was like water that night, shining on the whole city. The sick and infirm, bathed in the moonlight, recovered as before; For those who are seriously injured, bathe in the moonlight, and the pain is reduced. ”

"This is the origin of the [Yuehua Poetry Society], and later the Chu family will regularly hold the [Yuehua Poetry Meeting] in Chu Garden every year, hoping to restore the glory of the ancestors."

The drama is talked about by all living beings, and the temperament is extremely dusty.

However, as soon as the conversation changed, the dusty temperament of the drama beings immediately disappeared and became snobbish.

"These are just rumors, you just need to know a little bit about it."

Wu Shan cast a curious gaze, his eyes were blazing, and he was looking forward to it, which made the drama sentient beings too happy to show off their knowledge.

"The four treasures of the study used in the [Yuehua Poetry Club] are all spiritual, as long as you can go up and show your hand, with the talent of Brother Wu, it is not easy to transform some literary temperament?"

Wu Shan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked.

"Is that true?"

"Really!!"

The drama sentient beings nodded solemnly. As he spoke, he pointed at Shen Moyu and motioned for Shen Moyu to say a few words.

"[Yuehua Poetry Club] I have been there once, and I should go there this time, the words of the drama brother are true."

"Hahaha...... Good! ”

This is good news, and it can be regarded as a double blessing indeed.

While speaking, Wushan, Xi Zhongsheng, and Shen Moyu had gone farther and farther.

In an inn outside the academy, near the window, a white-clothed scholar stood there, watching the backs of Wushan, Xi Zhongsheng, and Shen Moyu gradually disappear into the streets and alleys.

"Are you sure he's Wushan?"

"Yes, Childe, I know him even if he turns to ashes. It's just that the two people next to him, the little one doesn't know each other. ”

"Don't bother with those two, I know them."

"Is there anything else Childe would like to ask? There is no small one, retire! ”

"Go ahead!"

The white-clothed scholar turned his back to the man who was talking, and never looked back.

Steward Luo came downstairs, his whole body was covered in sweat, and the pressure given to him by the white-clothed scholar was very great, which made him a little breathless.

And the white-clothed scholar upstairs was Ling Liheng's cousin Ling Liyuan, who had died.

At the same time, Steward Luo was also very happy.

Just now, Steward Luo saw Wushan come out of Qinglu Academy, if he hadn't taken refuge in the scholar Ling Liyuan, Steward Luo felt that there might be no place for him in Qinghe City in the future.

Upstairs, the white-clothed scholar, a formal student of the academy, looked at the direction in which Wushan disappeared, wandering and pondering.

"I got the second place in the first monthly exam, I am talented and outstanding, and I can't be underestimated!"

"The behavior seems to be reckless, but in fact, he is as careful as a hair, he is a smart person!"

"Wushan...... Wushan ......"