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Doctor Goshi felt that he had misheard.

The hand holding the wine glass of the Ministry of Rites and the Servant of the Ministry of Rites trembled, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Wang Yifang's eyes widened, his breathing was short, and he was full of surprise:

"You... You... You yellow-mouthed child, full of ridiculousness, you say it's you.... It's just..."

Doctor Yu stood up abruptly, pointing at Zhao Wujiang with a trembling hand.

"It's not me, it's you?"

Zhao Wujiang reached out and slapped away the hand that was pointing at his nose, interrupting him in a cold voice.

Doctor Yushi's face turned red and he sat down in the chair.

Zhao Wujiang looked around at the people with different expressions and laughed.

"Actually, I didn't do it."

He spoke lightly, his eyes full of brilliance.

Everyone looked at him as if he was drunk, and they were not stupid enough to interrupt him.

Zhao Wujiang raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and exhaled a breath of wine: "I traveled through the fairy world in my dream, and brought what I saw in the fairy world to this world!" ”

When Doctor Yu Shi heard this, he laughed miserably, and he was even more depressed.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu laughed at himself and sighed, the trend of the reader's temperament, he still raised his glass and saluted Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang nodded with a smile, since the Ministry of Rites Shangshu intended to show goodwill, then he naturally would not deliberately be hostile again.

"It's the official who is abrupt, how offended Fang Cai, Lord Zhao's talent is admirable!"

The servant of the ministry was full of sincerity, but his heart was gritting his teeth fiercely, and his resentment and jealousy were about to overflow his heart.

Wang Yifang hooked Zhao Wujiang's shoulder, smiled and blamed:

"Lord Zhao, we talked about it yesterday, why didn't you tell Brother Wei about it?"

"Hey, what's there to say about that?"

"Lord Zhao, if I have your talent, I have to let everyone in the world know how talented my Wang Yifang is!"

Zhao Wujiang looked at Wang Yifang's expression at the moment and felt that this person was quite funny.

The two exchanged glasses and smiled at each other.

The other three examiners toasted one after another, gushing about their admiration.

The banquet was staggered, some people were happy and some were lonely.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food, everyone hugged their fists and left.

Outside the door of the Zhu Mansion of the Ministry of Officials.

Wang Yifang was full of alcohol and dragged Zhao Wujiang tightly, he insisted on pulling Zhao Wujiang to worship.

After you say goodbye to me, you can be regarded as the niece and son-in-law of Duke Wei, and no one will dare to pinch you at will in the future.

Zhao Wujiang looked at Wang Yifang who was strong in wine, shook his head and smiled bitterly, he could see that Wang Yifang was sincere.

The two worshipped as brothers with different surnames under the strange eyes of the old servants of the Wang family.

Just as he was reading the oath, Wang Yifang yelled, "I don't want to be born in the same year and month, but I want to die in the same year and month", which frightened Zhao Wujiang and quickly covered his mouth.

Wang Yifang is about forty years old, he is only in his twenties, and he died on the same day, the same month, and the same year, how cost-effective am I?

The old servant of the Wang family helped Wang Yifang into the carriage, saluted Zhao Wujiang, and then drove away.

Looking at the Zhu Mansion where the guests were scattered, Zhao Wujiang tightened his clothes, walked alone in the moonlight, and walked towards the palace.

……

Not long after he left, a carriage came running and stopped in front of the Zhu Mansion.

A boy walked down from the carriage, dressed in brocade clothes and holding a folding fan.

If Cui Anshan, who was competing with Zhao Wujiang and composing poems, was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this young man was the young man surnamed Zhu who touted him at the Cui family's banquet.

Zhu Chengxiao walked all the way through the courtyard, and the servants on the way saluted one after another, and finally, he stopped in the study of Zhu Youci, the servant of the ministry.

"Uncle Ci, filial piety asks to see."

"Come in."

When Zhu Chengxiao heard this voice, he frowned, and Uncle Xiao seemed to have something on his mind.

He pushed the door and entered, and saw Zhu Youci, a servant sitting on a wooden chair, shaking his head and sighing with a piece of paper with poems written on it.

Zhu Chengxiao took a closer look and found that Qingping was copied on the paper.

"Xiao'er, you say, how can there be such a talented person?" The servant spoke, his tone full of sighs.

"Uncle Ci is right, this person is indeed extremely talented, but Xiao'er is fortunate to know the poet."

"Huh? You say you know him? When? ”

"Just a few days ago, my little nephew also attended his banquet."

"Mansion banquet?"

Zhu Chengxiao's expression was a little complacent: "Brother Cui was feasting everyone at that time, he was magnificent, low-key, if it weren't for my careful thinking, I wouldn't have found out that he was the one who made this song and made this tune." ”

"Brother Cui? Cui Anshan? The servant of the Ministry widened his eyes, wasn't this poem written by Zhao Wujiang?

"Brother Cui Anshan Cui is a talented son of the Cui clan in Qinghe, this person is talented, and the poem Qingping Tune was written by him in the harem poetry meeting."

Zhu Chengxiao looked admiring.

"Xiao'er, are you serious?"

The servant of the Ministry was a little short of breath, it turned out that Zhao Wujiang was deceiving people!

When Zhu Chengxiao heard this, he had an undoubted look on his face, and said: "Naturally, so many talented students were present at the banquet that day, can the little nephew still lie to you?"

If Uncle Ci doesn't believe it, on the day of the imperial examination, you can ask them. ”

The servant of the ministry looked at his nephew's determined look, and his heart was full of joy.

You are a little secretary, you are really a ridiculous person, if it weren't for filial piety, the official would have been deceived by you...... He had a plan in his heart, and a plan quietly grew in his heart.

"On the day of the imperial examination, I will make you unable to get off the stage in front of everyone, and you will be stinking for 10,000 years!"

……

Following.

Zhaoyi Palace.

Wu Meiniang has finished dressing up and is looking forward to Zhao Wujiang's arrival.

On the table in the dormitory, a variety of delicate pastries are arranged.

Next to the pastry, Qing'er was staring at her big eyes, her eyes shining.

She was hungry and wanted to pick up a piece of pastry and put it in her mouth, but she stretched out her hand, saw Wu Meiniang's stern eyes, snorted, and shrank back.

"Zhao Wujiang asks to see!"

A majestic, magnetic voice rang out outside the door.