What Sun Wen didn't expect was that these powerful sons and daughters would unite and maliciously lower prices.

Looking at the slow increase in the amount, if no one stops it, the transaction price of this first battle flag poem will be 10,000 yuan.

If it is really sold for 10,000 yuan, it will definitely bring a huge blow to this auction.

After all, if the first song doesn't start well, the next few songs will be greatly affected.

Sun Wen's face was anxious, but Su Qi'an beside him was a lot calmer, and he glanced at the people in the lobby.

Then he said, "Don't be impatient, this auction I am preparing will not end so badly, look at it, there will be a good show to watch later."

Sun Wen looked puzzled, but still believed Su Qi'an, didn't say anything, and quietly waited for the development of the situation.

With the passage of time, the transaction price of this first poem was finally fixed at 9,000 taels.

Liu Meng on the stage was smiling, even if there was not much bidding in the audience, he naturally asked with a smile.

"Hou Ye He has already sold nine thousand taels, who else will continue to bid."

Below, everyone remained silent, silent, and occasionally looked at He Houye, who was bidding in the front row, with a little fear in their eyes.

This Hou Ye He is not simple, his grandfather, but the prince of the country, although he cannot be compared with several respected veterans of the court, but at least he is also a prince,

As soon as the prince was angry, their families living on the outskirts of Kyoto would suffer, and who would dare to offend this person.

He Hou Ye in the audience sneered, "Hehe, Ben Hou's price is already very high, who dares to continue bidding?"

With a sweep of his eyes, everyone around him did not dare to look at him, and the threat in his words was self-evident.

"Okay, don't waste time, let's just make the final decision."

Hou Ye's face was a little unhappy and urged.

Liu Meng on the stage was naturally calm and calm, and asked again with a smile.

There was still no reaction from the audience, and just when Liu Meng wanted to delay, suddenly, in the private room on the second floor, the voice of a maidservant came.

"My master will give twenty thousand."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone in the audience were stunned, and they raised their heads sharply and stared at the private room on the second floor.

Their faces changed, and there was a faint taste of watching a play in their eyes.

Just kidding, this bid is only 20,000 yuan, which directly doubles the price, which is a pure slap in the face of Hou Ye.

Hou Ye's face was pale, he stood up suddenly, and the anger in his eyes was overflowing.

is not only an unreasonable provocation to the person who just spoke, but more importantly, there is a place for him in that position.

But it's a pity that he came late, and all the private rooms on the second floor were sold out, no matter how much he spent, he couldn't buy this position.

Coming to Xinglou didn't give him face, he must get it back this time, so in this auction, he had already joined forces with several powerful young masters.

Spending a low price to get a good battle flag poem and regaining face, this is not a double win.

But he didn't enjoy his search for a long time, and he was slapped in the face in public, and Hou Ye He was so angry.

"Hmph, it's really a big breath, dare to grab poems with Ben Hou, Ben Hou wants to see who you are."

When the words fell, an old voice sounded in the private room, "Hehe, I have long heard that He Guogong's grandson is notoriously domineering, and when I saw it today, I understood it."

"I don't know if the old man can get into the eyes of Hou Ye."

He Hong's brows furrowed slightly, he seemed to have heard this voice somewhere, but for a while, he couldn't remember it.

Soon, the closed curtain of the private room slowly opened, and a white-haired old man appeared.

The old man was very old, about seventy years old, with white hair and wrinkles crawling on his face.

But the spirit is very full, with a smile, the eyes are not cloudy, very bright, wearing a simple cyan robe, a literati breath, slowly released.

As soon as this person appeared, He Hong's face changed greatly, and his body softened, and he was directly half-half

Kneeling on the ground, he hurriedly said.

"Old Master Wen, what you said has tormented the juniors, how dare the juniors be presumptuous in front of you, it is the juniors who are not doing it right, as long as the Wenfuzi is satisfied, let him be beaten and punished, and the juniors will never say anything."

He Hong's attitude was directly a 180-degree turn, if it wasn't for everyone present who saw it with their own eyes, I am afraid that they would not have seen He Hong and this side.

Not only him, but even the dozen or so powerful lords who sat with him got up in shock and bowed respectfully to the white-haired old man on the second floor.

That attitude, I didn't dare to make any mistakes.

This white-haired old man's name is Wen Xuan, and he is a great Confucian, but this person is not simple.

He is the dean of the Hanlin Academy, the leader of the Daliang literary circle, and is respected by all the civil officials of Daliang.

It is the teacher of the deceased crown prince, and he is the emperor's teacher.

More than half of the civil officials of the Great Liang Dynasty have been taught by this person, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the spiritual belief of countless literati students.

In terms of status, he is comparable to a veteran-level prince, such a big man, he didn't expect to come out of the imperial city.

Not only that, but I came to this inconspicuous Laixing Building quietly.

This kind of shock is no less than seeing the royal nobles.

After understanding the identity of this person, everyone in the audience knelt down one after another.

Even Su Qi'an and Sun Wen, who were hiding behind the curtain, showed up and saluted as well to show respect.

Wen Xuan had a smile on his face, and he didn't embarrass He Hong, waved his hand, and motioned for everyone below to get up.

Wen Xuan rolled his eyes, glanced at Su Qi'an up and down, and said softly.

"Well, having such a talent at a young age, not bad, I have another great talent, it is a blessing for Da Liang."

"You don't have to worry about the old man, you can all get busy, if it weren't for this poem, which is in line with the old man's heart, the old man would not have come forward."

"Haha, Old Master Wen said it well, it is the honor of this general to be here today and meet Master Wen."

As soon as Wen Xuan's voice fell, a hearty voice sounded in the private room next door.

This voice is very old, at least fifty or sixty.

The curtain of the private room opened, and an old man with black and white hair, silver armor, and a military spirit walked out.

This person appeared and startled everyone in the audience.

This person's name is Wang Zhenshan, a veteran general who has been in charge of the defense of the northwest border and resists the attack of the Darong cavalry.

In terms of qualifications, he is no worse than Fan Wenzhong, one is in charge of the frontal battlefield in the north, and the other is in charge of the northwest battlefield.

They are all veteran generals with heavy troops, and these two veteran generals are known as the double walls of the empire.

and several princes in the court, almost the same group of comrades-in-arms.

Wang Zhenshan's appearance, He Hong, who got up in fright, turned pale, and he nodded again and again to admit his mistake.

That's like a child who has done something wrong, but his heart is turbulent.

A small auction actually led to such a terrifying big shot, how much face does Su Qi'an have.

Who knows, will there be more horror in the back, hidden big shots.

Thinking like this, He Hong's heart became even more panicked, lowered his head, and looked like he was listening to the training.

Wang Zhenshan's temper is not as good as Wen Xuan's speech, his sharp eyes swept away, and then he said coldly.

"Even if Master Wen doesn't come forward, Ben Jiang will have to come forward, what kind of thing are they, such a good battle flag poem, you made it so worthless."

"He Doll, your family is powerful, and you are tens of thousands of people who can't stand out? I see that you have really disgraced Lao He's face."

"If you can't afford to play, get out of here as soon as possible, and then the old man will find out that you are deliberately ruining good things, and the old man will have to do whatever he says, teach him a good lesson, you unscrupulous descendant."

"Yes, yes, what Elder Wang said is right, this is something that the juniors did wrong, and the juniors don't dare."

He Hong nodded again and again, his head was like pounding garlic, and he looked so funny.

Wang Zhenshan seemed to be angry, snorted coldly, and did not speak, this

At that time, Wen Xuan beside him said with a smile.

"Why, General Wang, are you also interested in this poem? If you are interested, you can compete with the old man, who is bound to win this poem."

Wang Zhenshan shook his head and said, "Master Wen laughed, I just can't look past the malicious price reduction of this auction, although this first poem is good, but after all, the literati atmosphere is heavier."

"It's not enough to impress me, Master Wen wants, even if I open my mouth, I will definitely not win people's love."

"That's good." Wen Xuan swept his eyes, looked at the audience, and said, "Su Juren, this poem is quite appetizing to the old man, and the old man is not a bully, 50,000 taels, buy two lines of your poem, what do you think."

"Everything is according to what Master Wen said." Su Qi'an clenched his fists with both hands and said hurriedly.

The 50,000 taels, Wenxuan did not lower the price, after all, this is not a complete poem, and the two quatrains of 50,000 taels are already worth his price.

What's more, the person who bought it was Emperor Wenxuan.

As the saying goes, pink matches beauty, sword matches hero, and this poem is the same.

These two sentences are completely in line with the propaganda, all, let alone 50,000, even if it is given away for nothing, Su Qi'an will not be half unhappy.

can attract this big man, it is earned, how can money measure it.

Wen Xuan nodded, his eyes swept over the people present, and asked again.

"The old man pays 50,000 yuan, but if you have the highest price, you can compete."

As soon as these words came out, everyone didn't say a word, but there was no displeasure on their faces, but a strong admiration.

Not to mention anything else, if you can see Emperor Wenxuan in this small Laixing Building, you have already earned it.

As for bidding bids? Is this still necessary?

Seeing that everyone was speechless, Liu Meng on the stage was also finalized, and this first poem was sold for 50,000 taels.

Wen Xuan had a smile on his face, and then turned to leave, and at this time, Wang Zhenshan dared to ask.

"Wen Lao is only the first one, but there are still five songs that have not been exhibited, so Wen Lao is not looking forward to it."

After a while, Wen Xuan's voice sounded, "Hehe, the old man has everything in his heart, and he knows that he is satisfied, and the rest is greedy and can't chew it out."

Only Wen Xuan can say such things, and he is worthy of being a leader in the literary world.

Whether it is temperament or open-mindedness, it is not comparable to ordinary people.

"I'll send my master to you!"

After a while, under the congratulations of everyone, Wen Xuan slowly left.