As long as I can show my talent in public, and let An Xiaohou know that it is beneficial for the King of Jin to compete for the crown prince, the King of Jin will naturally do his best to protect my reputation.

He didn't want to obey his uncle's command anymore and let others rub it flat and knead it.

Seeing that Ning was unharmed and became the guest of honor of An Xiaohou, the scenery was infinite, and he had to apologize, and he lost his face.

Whether it is 100,000 taels, or the name of the poet.

It's all his!

……

Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Tianzi room.

Zhou An sat in front of the railing, looked at Jinling City at night, took a deep breath of the fat powder floating around, and showed a playful smile on his face: "It is worthy of being the most prosperous Jinling City in the economy, and it is not closed at night, and the capital is far inferior to it." ”

Zhou Jingxian will choose to settle here, I am afraid that she will not only chase Qin Fenglan and Cheng Yi and come to Jiangnan to find a talented man for her father, but also want to win over some Jiangnan giants to provide financial support.

"Jinling is good! Jiangnan taxes out of Jinling, drunk gold fans never sleep. ”

Su Rui, the assassin in charge of Jiangnan Province, is a protégé of the Son of Heaven who was single-handedly picked up by the emperor's grandfather, and the prefect of Jinling is a Qinggui River banquet that does not form a party for personal gain.

It is worthy of being the most important place for the emperor's grandfather.

It seems that there is really nothing to do except get acquainted with more talented and beautiful people and local giants.

"Lord Huang, the one named Ye Tong at the dinner, I remember that his own family, the Ye family, seems to be one of the three wealthy businessmen in Jinling?"

Under the operation of the King of Jin, Lord Huang, who had just been transferred from the envoy to the governor of Jiangnan, echoed with a flattering voice: "What the little marquis said is that Ye Tongju was originally an official who was bought from a lower official, and in the past two years, he has made a decree to give the prince 100,000 taels of silver every year. ”

One hundred thousand taels of silver, placed on top of the court, can allow the six Shangshu to snatch their heads for this silver money.

Even in Zhou An's eyes, it is by no means a small amount.

"You have the wisdom to know people, and the Ye family also has the heart to worry about your father, let's talk about it, the poet immortal he mentioned tonight is unharmed, does he really have the ability to defeat Xu Jidao?"

Speaking of Xu Jidao, Zhou An smiled on the surface, but a dark glint flashed in his eyes.

As a poet who can only sell words, he doesn't want to bow to his father, let alone enter the palace to teach them, the sons and grandsons of the emperor.

Zhou An didn't think that this person had such ambitions, but only felt that this person was famous.

If someone can really replace Xu Jidao and become a poet immortal in the eyes of the emperor's grandfather.

When the imperial grandfather no longer attaches importance to the surname Xu, he will be able to take this bad breath.

"This ......" Lord Huang tried to consider the words, but he didn't know where to start for a while, which seemed extremely difficult.

Seeing this, Zhou An smiled clearly: "It seems that Ning Wuxian's title of the first straw bag in Jinling is really difficult for Lord Huang to speak." ”

"Since the little marquis knows about this person's experience, he should know that whether this person's identity as a poet immortal is true or false remains to be verified." Lord Huang felt that Ye Tongju was a little anxious in order to grasp the opportunity of the arrival of the little marquis.

But if it really happens, it will indeed be of great benefit to King Jin.

Zhou An saw that Lord Huang didn't have much hope that Ning Wuxian was a poet immortal, but he was interested.

"As a poet, how can you be questioned? On the day of the Juxian rally, the Marquis must let the poet king compare with the poet to see whether the front wave is stronger, or the back wave will beat the front wave to death on the beach. ”

Zhou An's attitude of provoking trouble shocked Lord Huang.

Crash the front wave on the beach?

It seems that the little marquis has great hopes for Ning Wuxian, if Ning Wuxian lives up to the expectations of the little marquis, this son, not to mention that the identity of the poet is not in doubt.

Whether or not you can get out of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion alive is a question.

But Lord Huang did not sympathize with Ning Wuxian.

Who called Ning Wuxian is a pawn of Ye Tongju's loyalty to the King of Jin, he doesn't know how Ye Tongjuan conquered, and King Xu Shi personally admitted that he was a more powerful poet immortal.

But since Ning Wuxian is on this boat, he has the ability to ride the wind and waves with them.

was kicked off the boat halfway without ability, and it was also Ning Wuxian's bad life.

"Little Hou Ye, this person seems to be only outstanding in poetry, but there are other problems in climbing the fourth floor......"

"Xu Jidao said that the poet immortal is stronger than the poet king, if he is not as good as Xu Jidao in other aspects, either Xu Jidao lied, or Ning Wuxiao deceived the public, what does it have to do with the problem?"

Zhou An sneered indifferently.

He is the chess player of this chess game, and he only needs to see the final result, whether it is a living son or an abandoned child, it is all Ning Wuxian's personal creation.

Alive, he bothered to control it.

Abandoned son, that is also Xu Jidao's harm.

He wanted to see if Ning Wuxian's blood was splashed in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, from now on, who would dare to afford a more resounding name than Xu Jidao, the king of poetry.

If not, then only Xu Jidao in the world can be worthy of being a royal gentleman who teaches poetry to the royal children!

At that time, Xu Jidao's refusal of the imperial grandfather was the sin of despying the monarch!

……

For five days.

It was not the big rooster next door that woke up Ning Wuxian, but the sound of reading outside the alley, which suddenly seemed to have returned to the sprint stage on the eve of the big exam, and the entire Jinling City was filled with a tense learning atmosphere.

"Grinding guns in battle, not fast and light."

Ning Wuxian took advantage of this hot atmosphere, and also deliberately worked hard, and while placing the weapons returned by Ye Tong in the courtyard to bask in the sun, he began to practice marksmanship.

In ancient times, when civilians were like mustard, the restriction of a white body was great.

He wants to try to become a talent in the autumn, but it is not enough to memorize a few poems, not to mention the kind of famous person with high gold content.

Therefore, he plans to participate in another round of martial arts and come back with a martial arts exam.

At least you don't have to pay homage to the officials, and if you go to the yamen to fight a lawsuit one day, you don't have to suffer 30 boards first.

A set of marksmanship played for two quarters of an hour, and he did not stop until he was exhausted.

"The ginseng sent by Ye Changlong is really useful, and after soaking in water and drinking it for a few days, my strength has recovered a lot."

If you continue like this, it won't take long to recover to the peak state of your body, and if you are proficient in some martial arts skills, it will not be a problem to pass the test.

After practicing martial arts, I finished breakfast.

Ning Wuxian opened the door and took off the six-character wooden sign on the wall.

In the past five days, An Xiaohou has done a very good job in publicizing the Juxian assembly, and at this moment, the students are all staying at home and sharpening their guns, so naturally they will not come to disturb him......

"Ning Gongzi, it's finally time for you to delist."

Ning Wuxian was startled by the old man's voice, he turned around and looked at the old man and the young man, the master and the servant, and couldn't help but admire the old man's persistence.

Just for an allusion, he got up early every day to check in front of his house.

The big oranges in the family are familiar with their smell and are no longer wary of coming.

"Hello sir, have you eaten?" Ning Wuxian greeted familiarly.

Xu stroked his beard and smiled: "Have you eaten, what about Ning Gongzi?" ”

"Just finished eating, if Mr. Ruo came to me to discuss poetry, it just so happens that I am free today, why don't you go into the house and talk about it?"

In the face of Ning Wuxian's active invitation, Xu Jidao hesitated for a moment, it was disrespectful to each other, he didn't even bother to speak, and his legs were already moving forward.

This is the first time Xu Jidao has entered the lobby of Ping An Medical Center.

In the empty lobby, only the counter was a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a contract document.

After Xu Jidao glanced at it, he asked in surprise: "What is perfume?" What does it have to do with incense? ”

"Perfume is a scented water that is easier to use than incense."

Ning Wuxian's simple answer made Xu Jidao not ask any further, he picked up the pen and wrote on the straw paper, "Eight hundred miles under the command", and dried the ink and sent it.

"Dare I ask what kind of allusion this is?"