"If anyone doesn't give him face, he won't let the other party go, and I don't give him face, because he doesn't dare to come to me for trouble, why don't you give him face, he is an emperor with an army of 60,000, killing people is the same as slaughtering chickens."

Woohoo.

Lu Bu and Huang Ximeng's faces changed suddenly.

"Uh-oh."

Mu Shaoyou chuckled indifferently, "Wait for that Emperor Zhao envoy to come, I will repeat your words and ask him if he is like that." ”

Da Qian is a man who values literature over military force, and this has been the case for many years, and those military attachés must be cautious in their lives.

Even if there has been war in the past few decades, the military attache is still inferior to the civilian official, after all, the right to promote is in the hands of the other party.

Dinglong Poetry Society, if any military attache wants to make trouble, even if it is a relative of the emperor, then the civil official will also take action.

"Uh..."

Lan Lan raised her eyebrows frantically and forced two laughs, "I just laughed with you just now, try how bold you are, how can you still take it seriously, it's really boring." ”

With that, he returned to his place and sat down.

If others said that he would definitely not believe it, but the person in front of him, he really didn't see through it at all, and he was really worried that he would do this.

Dare to put notices all over the city walls, what else can't be done?

"Let's go, let's get in."

In order to get rid of some unnecessary trouble, Mu Shaoyou returned to his position, and by chance the two sat facing each other.

It's just that the positions of the two present a stark contrast, one is the judge's seat, and the other is a talented futon fan.

But the two never said a word.

Soon, Zhu Neng, Deng Weiwei and a group of talented people entered the village with Zhao Liang in their hands.

When they saw the five people, everyone was stunned for a moment, and there were still people who didn't go down to greet them?

Zhao Liang couldn't help but squint his eyes, and after glancing at Lan Lan and the girl in red, a greedy gaze flashed in his eyes instantly, and then he turned his head to look at Mu Shaoyou and frowned, but after seeing Huang Ximeng beside him, he couldn't help but have a light in his eyes.

Deng Weiwei and Zhu Neng glanced at each other, and neither of them said anything.

And in the crowd, Wang Badan suddenly thought of something, and immediately shouted: "Mu Shaoyou, you damn thing, the state capital, the state officials, all went out to meet Emperor Zhao, why are you a dead scholar who didn't even enter the palace test sitting here and waiting, do you want to rebel." ”

As soon as he said this, Zhao Liang immediately withdrew the light of his greedy desire, and his face instantly became gloomy.

Deng Weiwei glared at Wang Badan even more, constantly thinking of various solutions.

Although the military attache is restricted by civilian officials, this Zhao Liang is a relative of the emperor and the country, and his family is extraordinary.

And this person is narrow-minded, if he really thinks about his son, who knows what bad things will happen next.

But how to explain all this in front of him, so that he can calm down the emperor in front of him.

Lan Lan looked at it with a smile on her face, as if she was watching a good show, and many talented people snorted coldly.

Mu Shaoyou smiled slightly, "Wang Badan, the Dinglong Poetry Club is not your turn to speak here, the state capital and the state officials went out to greet the Zhao Imperial Envoy, that is the friendship of colleagues, the talented people went out to greet them, that is to congratulate the imperial envoy for guarding the border pass, the Dinglong Poetry Club is a place to tell about literary talents, not a comparison of the noble and low, you question me like this, then where are these talents, the state capital, the state officials and the imperial envoys located this Dinglong Poetry Society?" ”

Woohoo.

Many talented people can't help but sigh.

This guy's mouth is so raw.

Deng Weiwei, Lan Lan and the girl in red kept shining in their eyes.

Zhu Neng and Zhao Liang frowned, and couldn't help but glance behind them with a cold light.

Thump.

Wang Badan, who was standing behind, couldn't help but tremble, his face was white.

Dinglong Poetry Club, whose literary talent can overwhelm the audience, who is the boss.

If anyone pulls out any identity to suppress others, the world knows that he will be scolded to death by the world's talents.

What he said just now was too urgent, and he directly involved the identities of Zhao Liang, Zhu Neng and Deng Weiwei, and he also wanted to borrow a knife to kill people, but he didn't expect to violate the taboo of the poetry club.

"Mr. Kong has arrived."

"Mr. Wu Tian has arrived."

"Mr. Sycamore has arrived."

Two old men with gray hair and dressed in gentleman's clothes and a man with white eyebrows came to the outside of the manor.

"You don't have to come down to pick us up, we old guys can still walk."

Qian Dahai smiled and walked into the manor with the two old men, but a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

The imperial envoys, state capitals, state officials, and talented people turned around one after another, and even Mu Shaoyou and Lan Lan stood up.

Daqian is the world of scholars.

To be able to call Mr. at the Dinglong Poetry Conference is everyone in the world.

Everyone has a lot of foundation under their hands, or there are people in the middle and outside the DPRK.

If anyone doesn't respect these gentlemen, don't look at their old age, but someone will do it for them.

The imperial envoy Zhao Liang was at the front, the state capital and state officials followed, Wang Badan and other talented people followed, and only Mu Shaoyou and Lan Lan stood at the back.

"I've seen Mr. Lao Kong, Mr. Wu Tian, and Mr. Wutong."

"I've seen everyone."

"I've seen the master."

Zhao Liang and Zhu Neng saluted one after another, and many talented people also saluted.

And Deng Weiwei knelt down directly, and most of the talented people also knelt down at the same time.

Only Mu Shaoyou was stunned in place, his eyes puzzled.

What's going on?

"I don't know."

Lan Lan smiled lightly and explained: "Over the years, there have been continuous wars in Lanzhou, and bandits are rampant, and there are very few talented people who can come to the Dinglong Poetry Club, and the government can't do it anymore, so they invite everyone who has the ability to hold it, and this is the turn of Mr. Kong. ”

"This poetry meeting does not talk about the relationship between teachers and students, but only collects papers."

Qian Dahai waved his hand gently, "Enter the village, serve tea, and chant poetry." ”

The two old things laughed with a smile: "You old thing, it turns out that you are the host this time, not to select talents, but to cheat and cheat." ”

"Hahaha."

The atmosphere instantly became relaxed.

They entered the village one after another, came to their seats, and sat down.

The Dinglong Poetry Meeting, which lasted for more than 300 years, was held again.

Everyone was in good spirits.

In this poetry meeting, who can overwhelm the audience, who can make a name for themselves, who can go down in history, who can shake the earth, and who can become a new everyone!

They were extremely expectant, their hearts were restless, and their eyes kept shining.

This poetry meeting is the supreme honor for their readers, and it is also a great opportunity to stand up!