The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

Hey!

Continue to challenge tomorrow.

……

In the next few days, as soon as the sky dawned, many literati from the four countries would gather at the gate of Zhen Guo Mansion.

They didn't make trouble, they just pulled up a banner inviting them to compete in poetry, and then sat across the road, mocking the literary world of Huangguo to passers-by from time to time, but they didn't say a single exaggerated word to Lao Zhao's family.

But it is precisely this that makes the people of the barren country feel like a blunt knife is grinding their flesh.

They were ridiculed extremely, but so what?

A few days ago, when Fang Yiru dared not write poems, they were so proud of the deserted country's literary world, but these days they are so bored.

"Will Zhao Hao really run out of talents?"

"I think that's probably the case. Otherwise, with his flamboyant personality, how could he let these people shout?"

"Heh! When you humiliated Fang Yiru back then, you were so arrogant and domineering. Why are you now a shrinking turtle?"

"You can't say that, we can't ask others to write famous stories every day!"

"Yes! A literati friend of mine said that although Fang Yiru's poems are not bad, they are not as good as Zhao Hao's more than 100 poems. What Hao is facing is the literati from the four countries, is the pigeon soup in vain?"

"Hey! Even though I say that, it's really a fire!"

"Didn't there be a rumor a few days ago that Zhao Hao also wrote the script of "The Female Consort"? It's so popular, why can't it be used for a fight?"

"You didn't come yesterday, didn't you! Yesterday we talked about this matter with the literati from the Four Kingdoms, and they were so humiliated by them. Why do you dare to use such a lowly thing as drama to compare with poetry?"

"Hey! Zhao Hao is so unbelievable. When it's critical, pull up your trouser pockets, and hurry up and make a poem to fight!"

In the past, the White Horse Guild Hall was closed every day, for fear of being pointed out by the people of the deserted country.

But now the red lanterns are hung high, and everyone entering and leaving the door is arrogant.

The boredom of the people in the capital of the deserted country is getting worse every day. If Zhao Hao still can't write poems, he probably won't even be in the mood for the Mid-Autumn Festival in two days.

……

Dry the palace!

"waste!"

Jiang Zheng cursed loudly, and threw the teacup out of his hand so hard that it shattered into pieces of porcelain.

A person knelt on the ground and shivered.

However, this person is not Eunuch Cao, but a burly black-faced man.

Jiang Zheng pointed to his nose: "What a Zhenguo mansion! The literati of the four countries blocked your gates to show off their power. People from barren countries passed by the White Horse Guild Hall and couldn't raise their heads, and countless civil servants impeached you to avoid fighting.

You guys can hold your breath, Huangguo Wenquxing is hiding at home pretending to be a dead dog, Zhen Guogong and Shenwu Great General also stay behind closed doors, your old Zhao family is going to be turned upside down! "

The black-faced man said cautiously: "My father-in-law..."

Jiang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

The black-faced man quickly changed his words: "Emperor Daddy! You can't say that, isn't this a special situation?"

"Special case?"

Jiang Zheng was about to laugh angrily: "The special situation is that that bastard Zhao Hao hid at home and lied to me that he was seriously ill, so your father will also act like a coward!"

The black-faced man was helpless: "But my Hao'er is really sick! He is sick every day in Fengwu Garden, and I, the father, haven't seen him for several days."

Jiang Zheng sneered: "What about your father? Could it be that Grand Master is also sick?"

The black-faced man nodded his head as a matter of course: "Ang! Hao'er said that his illness is autumn flu, so he doesn't care whether his cultivation level is high or not, and it is especially easy to infect the elderly."

Jiang Zheng kicked the black-faced man's ass: "What about you? You're always alive!"

The black-faced man pointed to his nose: "I can't write poetry either..."

Jiang Zheng: "..."

There seems to be nothing wrong with it.

He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "You really are a nest of three cowards, and the people of the deserted country have to kneel with you!"

Hearing the word "coward", the black-faced man's expression suddenly changed, he stood up with a bang, and said with a stiff neck.

"Second dad! You're breaking your conscience by saying that!"

"You can say that our old Zhao family is stupid, but you can't say that we are cowards!"

"My father and I have shed blood for the deserted country, and my son has supported the literary world of the deserted country by himself, so I asked you what's wrong with you?"

"My son was hanged by you to be a target for literati from the four countries, but he didn't write poetry for a few days, and he didn't even have the qualifications to recuperate?"

"Impeach civil servants? They impeach a dog!"

"Everyone occupies a high position and claims to be talented, but how many poems do they write?"

"My son writes poems by himself to slap the literati of the four countries in the face of the literary world of the deserted country. Now the literati of the four countries are forced to come to the door, but when I look back, I, Hao'er, is the only one who is special in the literary world of the deserted country!"

"It's fine if those sour bastards don't come to help, but what's the point of impeaching them behind the scenes?"

"You tell me who wrote the memorial for impeachment? I, Zhao Wudi, smashed their heads!"

"What! Intuit!"

Seeing his righteous indignation, Jiang Zheng was also furious.

Only father and son Zhao Hao and Zhao Wudi dared to talk back to him in the entire Huanguo.

He looked at the mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and his expression sank: "Who are you spitting up?"

The black-faced man was a little guilty, but he still said angrily: "I want to vomit so many people, anyway, it's not you!"

"you……"

Jiang Zheng was extremely angry: "Come here! Hang up this reckless man!"

As soon as the words fell, two guards rushed over, one on the left and the other on the right to support the black-faced man.

The black-faced man snorted: "Hang it up, hang it up, anyway, the three of us are not cowards!"