Chapter 139: Great Talent?

At this moment, a crisp voice fell, "He is Wang Badan, the young master of the Wang family, wait a minute, he will use your identity as a judge to do something, if you can't suppress the scholars present, it will affect Mr. Lao Kong at that time." ”

Mu Shaoyou turned around and clenched his fists, "Thank you for reminding me." ”

A young man is handsome, his eyes are aggressive, as if he can speak, and his skin is as white as Huang Ximeng.

If the other party had an Adam's apple, he really thought that the person in front of him was like Huang Ximeng, a woman dressed as a man.

"You're welcome, I'd like to see how you get through this time."

Lan Lan smiled lightly, and then walked into the manor with the girl in red.

The people he sent have all found out, and the person who wrote this notice is most likely this person.

This person is a scholar from Lancheng, and he didn't have much knowledge before, and poetry is nothing more than that.

But just recently, because of the destruction of the historians, he couldn't hide his means.

But the poetry club needs literary talent, not a head, and I really want to know how his ink is.

The two walked into the manor, and in this huge courtyard there was a huge pavilion, and in the middle was placed a large ding, which was engraved with the great deeds of the first emperor.

In contrast, the judges had tables with a variety of tea sets and chairs.

And those students are miserable, there is only one futon fan.

This is also the system of the status of the great cadres, and it is clearly divided.

Mu Shaoyou glanced at it lightly, and quickly found his position, which was in the second row, but still in the corner.

There were not many people at the scene, and Mu Shaoyou was not in a hurry to take a seat, but took Huang Ximeng to look at the quiet lake in front of him.

Maybe others will be very interested in this poem, but he really doesn't have any fun, and he doesn't know how to write poetry.

This time, it's just a matter of coping with it.

"That's Mu Shaoyou, a new judge this year, and I heard that he is still a scholar who has not participated in the palace examination."

"Why should a scholar be a judge for me and other big talents."

"This is the decision of Mr. Kong."

"If this is decided by Mr. Kong, then he must be outstanding and talented."

"Great talent?"

"I laughed, I'm afraid you don't know the unspoken rules here."

"Huh?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I have investigated this Mu Shaoyou, he is a native of Lancheng, he has never even stepped into Lanzhou City, let alone apprenticed to everyone, he used to be a waste who didn't even pass the palace exam, how could he get the favor of Mr. Lao Kong, it must be money."

"No, according to Mr. Kong's prestige, how can cheap money be collected?"

"That's because it involves the Lanzhou salt industry, and the Qian family wants to rob the Wang family's salt industry, so they accept his money, so that he can be a bright-faced person."

"Shut up, Mr. Kong is definitely not such a bad person, if he likes wealth, he would have been the prime minister above 10,000 people under one person, and he could have won the salt industry in Lanzhou a long time ago, how could he have waited until now."

"Yes, don't lie to Mr. Lao Kong."

"Let's not talk about Mr. first, let's talk about this Mu Shaoyou, wait if there are any poems, just try it."

Many people who read books quarreled in a big piece.

Many talented people looked at Mu Shaoyou's eyes, from surprise to suspicion, and then to disdain.

And in a corner, Wang Badan sneered.

Many of these talents were bought by him and deliberately slandered.

Make anxiety first, and then make trouble for him at the poetry meeting, so that this dog thing can't die anymore.

and pulled the sea of money into the water, making him a mess, so that he couldn't remember the Wang family's property.

Lan Lan shook her fan and shuttled among this group of talented people with a smile on her face, as if she had come to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

Mu Shaoyou looked at the clean lake, and instantly felt comfortable in his heart, and he was completely tired.

Huang Ximeng quietly accompanied Mu Shaoyou, quietly listening to these gossips.

Lubu carried three wrapped waist swords on his back, towering behind the two, silently protecting them.

And the comments of those talented people, they don't seem to hear them.

After a few breaths, a burst of shouting fell, "Your Excellency the governor has arrived." ”

The geniuses knew that the two were close, and they didn't dare to continue the discussion, but closed their mouths one after another.

The talented people stepped forward one after another to salute, Deng Weiwei smiled in return, and then came behind Mu Shaoyou and saluted with fists.

Mu Shaoyou waved his hand, and Deng Weiwei returned to his position and sat down.

When many people saw this scene, their hearts instantly fluctuated.

Wang Badan squinted his eyes even more, he didn't expect this Deng Weiwei to put down his face so much.

But it didn't take long for a taller voice to fall, "Lord Governor has arrived." ”

An old man dressed in a luxurious silk dress walked into the village, with a kind face, but there was a light in his eyes that hit the heart, as if he could see what people were thinking.

This is Zhu Neng, the capital of Lanzhou, a civil official of the deputy third grade.

Many talented people stepped forward and saluted with fists, and Zhu Neng greeted him with a smile, without a little bit of a stand.

Wang Badan's face instantly showed a sense of relief, this Zhu Nengke received him three thousand taels of silver, and he will definitely help him at this poetry meeting.

Bell, bell, bell.

At this moment, a hurried sound of horses' hooves appeared, and a cavalry arrived.

And at the head of the procession was a young man dressed in luxurious silk, followed by a troop of cavalry.

"Emperor Zhao has arrived."

Without waiting for them to get off the horse, the announcer immediately raised his voice and shook everyone's hearts.

In the next second, Zhu Neng and Deng Weiwei hurriedly got up and walked out of the village to greet them.

A lot of talented people also followed.

Even Wang Badan, who has always been arrogant and has no one in his eyes, has walked out of the village.

In the entire village, except for the officers and soldiers standing guard, only Lan Lan and Mu Shaoyou were left unmoved.

At this time, the five of them looked at each other, looked at each other, and were extremely surprised, why didn't the other party go.

Lan Lan walked forward with a fan and smiled, "You are also a scholar, do you know how much power this imperial envoy has, why don't you go and greet him?" ”

The imperial envoy, but the position of the martial artist of Zheng Sanpin, commands the border army, and the power can be said to be one-handed.

The deputy three grades of the Lanzhou Prefecture are all one grade lower than this imperial envoy.

And this Zhao Emperor's envoy has an army of 60,000 under his command, and he is a big man guarding the Xihanmen Pass.

Mu Shaoyou smiled slightly, "Even if it's so big, what does it have to do with me?" ”

"It has to be related."

Lan Lan smiled, "Zhao Liang is an emperor, arrogant, and narrow-minded. ”