Wen Xuan's departure made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief.

The dignified emperor, the dean of the Hanlin Academy, such a big person, they can see it, how many years of cultivation are blessings.

Don't look at Wen Xuan's smiling appearance, but the aura he inadvertently exudes does make everyone feel solemn.

This is just sending Wen Xuan away, but at the auction, Wang Zhenshan, who has two walls of the empire, has not left yet.

Just sitting there is enough to make the many boys below frightened.

With the support of Wang Zhenshan and Wenxuan, powerful lords like He Hong remained silent and did not dare to maliciously lower prices as before.

As the first poem was filmed, the curtain fell on the stage, and the curtain of the second poem fell.

On the battle flag, the second poem reads, "I smile to the sky from the horizontal sword, and go to save the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun."

As soon as this poem came out, many people's eyes lit up.

What a kind of boldness that puts life and death out of the way.

Even He Hong, who wanted to stir up the situation, was shocked by the spirit of this poem.

Liu Meng's voice sounded softly, "In order not to affect everyone's bidding, starting from this poem, the starting price is 10,000, and there is no upper limit."

"Auction begins."

As soon as Liu Meng's voice fell, Wang Zhenshan's hearty voice sounded.

"Haha, this is the courage to dare to hold a poetry auction, you have to have the right price."

"Like just now, it's really too petty, this poem is valued by the old man, the old man pays 50,000 yuan, whoever wants to increase the price, the old man will accompany him."

Wang Zhenshan's words directly raised this auction to a higher height again.

Everyone in the audience, even if they wanted to bid, but when they thought about it, they finally bid with this old general Wang, and after thinking about it, they still forgot it.

Looking at Wang Zhenshan's inevitable appearance, no matter who the other party is or how high the price is, he will follow strongly.

Anyone can see that Wang Zhenshan attaches great importance to the second poem, so why waste time and offend Wang Zhenshan again.

The voice of 50,000 taels fell, and unsurprisingly, no one present made a sound to follow.

After three inquiries, the poem was won by Wang Zhenshan at a transaction price of 50,000 yuan.

Wang Zhenshan's face showed a smile of relief.

This poem is almost a perfect match for him, an old general like him, who has been fighting on the border all year round, has long put life and death aside.

Dedicated to serving the country, he is a rough man and doesn't know what literati sentiments are.

But today's poem moved him, his eyes swept and looked at Su Qi'an, who was standing in the corner behind him, without words.

In his eyes, with a bit of appreciation, he generally looked down on literati, a rough person like Wang Zhenshan, who was born in the military.

But today, this Su Qi'an told what was in his heart, and he deserved to be a literati who had been on the battlefield.

"This Su Qi'an really understands the feelings of my frontier soldiers." Wang Zhenshan sighed in his heart.

At this time, the third poem was also unveiled.

The third poem reads, "But make the dragon city fly, and do not teach Huma to do Yin Mountain."

"Good guy, this Dongshan Uncle really has a doorway."

Wang Zhenshan's evaluation of Su Qi'an in his heart has once again gone up a notch. Look at the book

These poems completely write the inner thoughts of their frontier soldiers.

As long as there are soldiers present, they will definitely be infected by these poems.

Even the faces of everyone present changed.

From the very beginning of holding and watching the excitement, to the later being infected by the content of the poem.

Even if most of them have never been to the battlefield, it is because of the proximity of Kyoto to the north.

From time to time, the invasion of the northern Sakae people will be the first to reach Kyoto.

The strongest army of the Rong people is the cavalry, and the war horses they ride are called Hu Ma by Da Liang.

Sometimes, the war in the north is tense, and there are holes in the front line, which occasionally allows the Rongren cavalry to come and go straight in.

It even approached the outskirts of Kyoto for a time, although it was eventually repelled by the Kyoto Guards.

But the fear brought by the Eito cavalry was deeply felt by the people of Kyoto.

And the poem brought by Su Qi'an gives people a strong sense of upliftment.

It's a spiritual encouragement, far stronger than the physical victory.

In an instant, the sound of bidding in the lobby came and went.

The people who participated in the auction were no longer military travelers like Wang Zhenshan, but more powerful lords.

The poem has mobilized the emotions in their hearts.

In less than the blink of an eye, the price of the follow-up auction has reached 40,000 yuan, and looking at the posture of the follow-up auction, the price is far from stopping, and it still continues to rise.

In the end, only Wang Zhenshan and a Hou Ye surnamed Wu were following behind.

Just when everyone thought that Marquis Wu would choose to quit because of his respect for Wang Zhenshan, suddenly, in the private room on the second floor, the voice of a servant girl sounded again.

"My master offered 60,000 yuan to bid for this poem."

Everyone looked up, and in the private room on the second floor, the curtain opened again.

Coming was a butler, and everyone looked at each other wondering how big the bidder was, and he didn't show up.

You must know that even the emperor Wenxuan and the northwest commander Wang Zhenshan are here, and the owner of the private room did not appear, can it be said that this person's identity is even greater than the previous two?

Just when everyone's eyes flashed, speculating about the background of the owner of the private room, Wang Zhenshan's voice sounded.

"Who did I think it was, I didn't expect it to be Lao Fan, tsk, Lao Fan is really idle, the northern border is so nervous, I didn't expect to send someone to care about an auction."

"Hehe, Elder Wang laughed, after all, this auction was held by Dongshan Bo, and my master said that Dongshan Bo came out of the northern battlefield anyway, and he is considered his own family."

"The master can't come if he has something, but his heart must arrive, and he supports his family, which is his own business."

"Haha, it's still Lao Fan who can speak, since Lao Fan cares so much, then I'll let it go this time."

"Thank you, Elder Wang." The butler nodded repeatedly.

Wu Houye below seemed to know the identity of this person, and after being silent for a while, he withdrew from the competition.

In the end, the third poem was sold for 60,000 taels.

Everyone present is not stupid, and there are many people and many sources know about it.

Soon we will know the origin of the big man surnamed Fan, this person is none other than the commander who guards the frontal battlefield in the north, Fan Wenzhong.

Everyone is sighing that a small auction will attract both walls of the empire.

Although Fan Wenzhong was not present, his housekeeper's words just now had already been clarified.

Su Qi'an is his own family member of the northern defense line, if anyone dares to make trouble, Fan Wenzhong will not be the first to bypass him.

The faces of the few Hou Masters below all changed slightly, and their eyes occasionally looked at He Hong, who was speechless.

It's called a depression in my heart.

Fortunately, they withdrew in time and did not continue to embarrass Su Qi'an.

This is called no background, more than half of the schedule of an auction has attracted so many big names.

In the second half of this period, who knows if there will be more big shots.

If they continue to be embarrassed, I'm afraid they won't know how to die.

He Hong's heart also had a wry smile, thinking that he was also a powerful party in Kyoto.

It's just that I was entrusted by someone, I thought it was a trivial matter, but who knew that it attracted so many big people.

If it was possible, he would have been eager to find a crack to get into.

What He Hong is thinking, Su Qi'an doesn't care at all, his eyes have never been on these powerful marquis.

In the original border battlefield, after the princes like Zheng Liang and Zhao Ang, he was not afraid, let alone these sons and brothers who were in Kyoto and relied on their ancestors.

What Su Qi'an is thinking now is that in this auction, the more big people come, the better.

It's better to attract royalty

In this way, the auction he held will surely be famous throughout Kyoto.

When the time comes, the shock caused will definitely attract the attention of the imperial court.

As long as he is noticed, Su Qi'an will have the opportunity to be recruited into the palace, and only in this way can Su Qi'an really gain a firm foothold in Kyoto.

And this is the real purpose of Su Qi'an's auction.

It is not so easy to accumulate military achievements, but he found another way, and with his reputation as a great talent, it is definitely enough to make everyone pay attention to him.

The third poem finally fell into the hands of Fan Wenzhong, followed by the fourth.

"Only solve the battlefield and die for the country, why should the horse leather shroud be returned!"

The appearance of these two sentences made everyone's breathing heavier.

If the first few songs show that he is fearless and put life and death aside, then the fourth song completely reveals the heart of serving the country and dying.

There is a similar echo to the first song.

Not surprisingly, the sound of follow-up shooting, one after another, kept ringing, and even in the private room on the second floor, there were a few bids.

And this time, the follow-up price exceeded 60,000 in an instant, and it seems that the posture continues to rise.

In the end, the price of this follow-up auction reached 80,000.

The one who shouted the price of 80,000 yuan was none other than a VIP in the private room on the second floor.

The curtain opened, and an old man in his seventies appeared, who was about the same age as Wen Xuan.

He was also wearing a simple robe, but his body unconsciously exuded a strong majesty.

The glance makes people dare not look at it.

The appearance of this old man suddenly made everyone present change their faces.

Even Wang Zhenshan was a little surprised by the appearance of this person.

Everyone reacted, and they all bowed respectfully to the old man.

"I'll meet the Duke of Chu."

The Duke of Chu, one of the few first-class Guogongs in Daliang, is not only a veteran, but also can assist His Majesty in handling the affairs of Daliang.

is called Zaifu, and its power is the real one, under one person, above ten thousand.

Even if it is several children of His Majesty, when they see the Duke of Chu, they have to be honored as the elder.

Su Qi'an remembered that Xie Cang's father-in-law seemed to be the high-ranking and powerful Duke of Chu.

The appearance of Chu Guogong was something that no one expected.

Da Liang's Zaifu, this kind of absolute big man who has come to an end, I didn't expect to appear here.

Many people rubbed their eyes, for fear that they were mistaken.

Chu Guogong smiled, nodded slightly, signaled to get up, his eyes turned, and finally landed on the last two private rooms on the second floor, and the next sentence he dropped directly made everyone's minds blank.