Chapter 114

When Wang Yang wanted to continue slapping his face, he heard a shout. "Who is Wushan lay Buddhist? Can you ask if Wang Wushan is there?"

Oh my god, my name is obviously Wang Yang, of course I can also call King Gemiste, but why did Nima call himself Wang Wushan? Who is going to argue with me? The timid Wang Daguanren, who was born in the border, turned around fiercely and saw a group of middle-aged old men wearing official robes squeezed out from the crowd behind him.

"Sir, my brother is Wang Wushan..." Without Wang Yang's introduction, Wan Bin next to him jumped out proudly, as if he was very sibling with Wang Yang.

"It turned out to be Mr. Wushan back then. I didn't expect Mr. Wushan to be so young..." The head of Mr. Gao saw Wang Yang standing not far away, tall, majestic, young and handsome, and said in surprise.

"Are you Wang Wushan?" Another big shot who hosted today's literary meeting, Mr. Zhang, a Hanlin Academy, narrowed his presbyopia and looked at Wang Yang, who was young, as full of vitality and sunshine as the rising sun.

"Yes, it's Wang Yang." Even though Wang Yang was dissatisfied, Wang Yang, who had become the focus of Wenhui Collection, could only act with a graceful and elegant attitude, and gave a deep salute to these officials, with a gentle and gentle manner.

"So young, so amazing, so amazing, I am really shameful..." Seeing this young man in his twenties, the old Wang Hanlin, who was over 70 years old, shook his head in disbelief and sighed.

Well, the youngest and early forties in the Ministry of Rites, the Hanlin Academy officials looked at the energetic Wang Yang, and everyone felt a feeling and helplessness in their hearts that the Yangtze River pushed the waves and beat the waves to death on the beach.

"At such an age and such talent, the future literary world is a follow-up." Zhang Xueshi Zhang, the Hanlin Academy, nodded with consent, then turned his eyes respectfully and walked to Wang Yang with a smile. "I am the Hanlin Academy, and Zhang, who presided over the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference today with Minister Gao of the Ministry of Rites. It is a blessing for me to meet a talent like Wang Wushan..."

Wang Yang responded to the old man who was so kind that his smile made people feel vulgar. He really didn't quite understand the purpose of this old guy flattering him.

Fortunately, Lord Zhang finally expressed his purpose. "Why did you just handed over Wang Wushan? I was accidentally dirty by a servant. You also know that this thing needs to be presented to the emperor at that time, so please write two more copies, well, just in case..."

On the other side, Mr. Gao quickly urged the servants to bring the table table and prepare all the pens, inkstones and papers that had been prepared long ago. Then he carefully laid the mats used to sit on, and then made a gesture to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang was stunned and was driven to the case by these two veteran drivers. However, since he got the first place, there were not many words in the song "Mulan Ci", so it wouldn't be a big deal if he wrote it twice, even if he showed it a few more times.

Wang Daguanren, who has always been crazy, naturally would not miss this opportunity to show off his romantic and elegant calligraphy. He clarified his clothes, swung his sleeves, raised his head very coquettishly, and then sat down calmly, dipped his pen ink, and waved it.

After writing the first one, Zhang Hanlin copied it into his hand, and then he looked at it loudly. "Sure enough, Wang Wushan is indeed a talented person. This writing really opened my horizons..."

"Extraordinary, really extraordinary. The pen is refreshing, with a sharp edge, full of pride, like cutting gold and jade... Wonderful!" Mr. Gao looked at the exposed fonts of Wang Yang's pen with intoxicated expressions, shaking his head and shaking his head.

The officials who were the judges also rushed over and looked at Wang Yang's handwritten book with their eyes shining. They had to admit that this talented young man really had two tricks. No wonder he could write the song "Mulan Ci" that will be remembered forever in the future.

"Okay, great, thank you Wang Wushan. Such talent and writing skills are the only ones I have seen in my life. Um... I wonder if Wang Wushan has the ambition to be an imperial examination this year?" Mr. Gao of the Ministry of Rites took another piece of rice paper written by Wang Yang and handed it to one of his subordinates, asking him to collect it well, so that he would not be stolen. Then he turned his head and said very kindly to Wang Yang with a happy face.

"Yes, of course there is, but there is a yarn for you." Wang Moumou, a young literary man who was immersed in the ocean of creating poetry, put down his brush with great excitement, and his mood fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and replied subconsciously.

"Uh, use yarn?" Mr. Gao almost pulled off his extremely delicate beard. What's the silence? I've heard of cotton thread and twine, but what kind of yarn is this?

Wang Yang was about to complain about the Song Dynasty's contract system with malicious intentions. Liu Yiyi's plump buttocks, which were tilted around her, directly tilted the old driver Wang Yang to the side.

Then the charming and sweet and virtuous girl Liu bowed to the stunned Minister Gao. "This old man Gao invited me. My cousin didn't expect that he would achieve such a good result today. I was so excited that he was incoherent. Please don't blame me. What he meant was that he hoped to be admitted to the imperial examination one day, thinking that the Song Dynasty court and the people of the world..."

"It's okay, it's okay, it turns out that Wang Wushan is your cousin of the little lady, haha, okay..." Mr. Gao looked at the green, tender, beautiful and generous girl Liu, and nodded kindly.

"Hey, what does that woman mean? You dare to urge me. If you have the ability, you will fight me head-on. Is this kind of side attack interesting?..." Wang Yang was very angry. Even if this woman wants to seduce me, she will have to make a difference in the occasion, right?

"Master, can you stop talking nonsense? Don't you feel embarrassed if there are so many people?" Li Shishi felt that his face was a little hot and a little burning, and he was very ashamed. Why was the master so talented, but sometimes he looked like that naughty head.

Uh, no, I can't say that the master, what should I say? Pure... It seems that something is not right, right, innocent and kind, um... The innocent and kind master can have this, but it's so naive and unfair.

"I'm not talking nonsense, she takes that woman... Humph, forgot, a gentleman like me will naturally not care about a woman." After Wang Yang saw Liu Yiyi muttering with Mr. Gao, Mr. Gao nodded slightly to him with a smile, and had to wave his sleeves and force his face to smile and look very open.

Forget it, for Liu Yiyi's sake, I was too lazy to care about that old lady Wang Po. After all, I was a man. It would be better to look forward (money) and try to look forward (money).
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