Chapter 132

"Yes, Zhao heard someone say that Brother Wang is going to participate in this year's imperial examination the day before yesterday, so he came here to make some fun and sign up. At that time, Zhao still wants to compete with Brother Wang to see who can win the top position in the current academic examination." Zhao Ji simply came to Wang Yang, then raised his right hand and shook Wang Yang.

Wang Yang almost subconsciously wanted to pull the elbow and put his arms around, lift his legs and neck to press his neck, but when he saw this guy's tender smile, he endured it, raised his hand, slapped it, and then he slapped the corners of his mouth without a smile. "Then Wang, please wish Mr. Zhao a victory in advance."

"Hahaha, Brother Wang is joking, but Zhao will definitely work hard to cheer on. I hope Brother Wang will not retain his strength. Otherwise, if Zhao wins too easily, it will be too boring." Zhao, a super narcissistic and pretentious young man, said in a coquettish head.

Zhao Ji finished pretending and just sat down. Gao Qiu bowed to Wang Yang with a smile. "By the way, Brother Wang, we two are old acquaintances that we have known each other for a long time. Gao has not yet got close to Brother Wang. Today is an opportunity. Can you ask Brother Wang Guigen, where is the family?"

Wang Yang slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on Gao Qiu. Gao's smile seemed very friendly, but his eyes seemed to be hidden in cotton.

"I really can't explain how old Wang is, and even I don't know when and where I was born." Wang Yang sighed. At this moment, Wang Yang really affirmed that this severe mother-obite patient with the surname Gao was an official.

But could this guy be a secret spy from the Song Dynasty court or a Linglingdog?

"Why did Brother Wang say this?" Zhao Ji looked at Wang Yang with a confused look, and then subconsciously glanced at Gao Qiu who raised this question.

Gao Qiu naturally did not dare to neglect his words, lowered his voice and explained to Zhao Ji briefly about Wang Yang's identity.

Zhao Ji nodded suddenly and looked at Wang Yang curiously. "Wang Yang, you don't know why you were wandering to Tokyo Bianliang?"

"Yes, if I knew, why would I do this? If it weren't for Wang Po's in it, I'm afraid Wang Mouye has been left on the street now. One day, he would not have died in a corner where no one knew it." Wang Yang wiped the corners of his eyes hypocritically and sighed.

This is definitely just a fool. With the strong vitality of the old driver Wang, who is far stronger than the small strong, which is comparable to the water bear insect, and his survival in the wild is comparable to that of Bei Ye, let alone being thrown in this Tokyo Bianliang, even if he throws this guy into the Wild Man Mountain in ancient times.

Maybe in fifty years we will see that an excellent great man has created a brand new nation.

"So that's it... I didn't expect that Brother Wang's fate would be so bumpy, but Zhao didn't think it was a bad thing." Zhao Ji turned the folding fan in his hand and said passionately.

"Just like the book "Mencius" that Brother Wang read just now, when a person has given great responsibilities, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and be empty and useless. He acts and confuses his actions, so he has moved his heart and endured his nature and has made things difficult for him..."

"Mr. Zhao is indeed a talented person. Wang admires him for his ability to apply what he has learned." Wang Yang said with a look of convincing expression, but he secretly curled his lips in his heart. Where did this guy come from?

It's so fake, big, empty, it's like a fucking flower squatting in a greenhouse and feeding nutrient solution. I'm afraid I haven't even smelled the smell of cow dung.

"I wonder if Brother Wang has the idea of ​​finding relatives?" Gao Qiu said this again at this time.

Wang Yang nodded, his expression looked very sad. "This is natural, but the question is, I asked everyone in Yilou Tower, but I don't know how I appeared here... This really makes me not know how to find my life experience."

"It's okay, Brother Wang is not so worried. Just leave this matter to Zhao." At this time, Zhao Ji, who had no chance to speak for a long time, couldn't help but jump out to show his presence.

"Young Master Zhao, you're joking, right?" Wang Yang looked at this guy with a dark face. You are not a super-time and space special police. Can you stop being timid?

"How could Zhao play such a joke with you, Brother Wang?" Seeing Wang Yang's sceptical look, Zhao Ji was suddenly anxious. Wang Yang's idol actually looked down on his ability, which really made Zhao Ji feel very unbeautiful.

Zhao Ji simply sat down in front of Wang Yang's desk, picked up his pen and slapped it along the inkstone. "Please sit down, wait until Zhao recorded his face on the paper. At that time, the cloth will go to all counties in the world. After a little investigation, can you still not know the origin of Brother Wang?"

"...Brother Zhao, you might be joking with Wang, right?" Wang Yang suddenly bulged his eyes, "Oh, can this be the dignified Emperor Song Dynasty? Unlike, although the emperor should be about this old age, he felt that the young man in front of him was too frivolous and jumping out. He was so angry that he wanted to lift his tail to the sky, and he had no majesty at all.

Zhao Ji finally understood that he had said the wrong thing and blinked for a long time. Not to mention that he is just a prince now, even if he is a son today, he will definitely be impeached by his ministers if he wants to do this, let alone the Empress Dowager who is in power and has completely added his brother to his own brother will not be able to see such a thing happen.

Zhao Ji quickly called him. "Ah, hahaha, Zhao joked, but he didn't expect to scare Brother Wang like this. But after all, Zhao has some connections. Although he can't go to investigate all walks of life, states, and counties in the world..."

It means that he is still capable and can find someone to help check Wang Yang's hometown and other places. Wang Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this guy is just a slutty guy.

Then, while Zhao Ji looked at Wang Yang, he picked up his pen to paint on the rice paper. Wang Yang was embarrassed to interrupt the other party's courage, so he could only roll his eyes and let the young man who should be very noble show off his painting skills.

The young master Gao, who had always been full of aura, came over happily to take on the responsibility of the scholar and add water to the ink and ink. Although the expression of this young master Zhao before was like a little shit child who had never grown up.

But once you pick up the pen, it feels like you have changed someone, with a very serious expression. Almost every time you write, you have to look at Wang Yang carefully, looking like a very professional artist.

Half an hour passed, and Wang Yang couldn't help but yawn. At this time, he finally saw Zhao Ji throw away the brush in his hand, rub his wrist, and lifted the lined rice paper with excitement and waved to Wang Yanglian. "Brother Wang, please come over and take a look. How similar is the portrait you painted by me?"

Wang Yang responded perfunctorily and then approached and looked. Oh, I didn't expect that this little kid who likes to show off really has two tricks.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Zhao was young, and his painting method was quite good." Wang Yang looked at the brush stroke that was only three or four minutes long, and smashed his mouth.
Chapter completed!