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Bai Wuchang was recognized by his own king, and he was very happy in his heart. He couldn't help but use his paw to grab the ghost king's cuff like he did when he was a cat boy, and then stood obediently beside the ghost king.

After being amazed, the celebrities of the Wei Kingdom all looked at Fei Xi who was carefully pulling the young man's sleeve, and they all fell silent, so that the always taciturn Mr. Fei, who does not like others to be close to him, treats him so cautiously and as a treasure. , could it be that this person is Mr. Fei's admirer?

The celebrities raised their sleeves or covered their faces with folding fans, but secretly their eyes fell on Mr. Fei and the young man from time to time. They found that Mr. Fei looked at the man with a particularly intimate and warm gaze, which was clear and mixed with a little surprise.

With such an expression, this young master is indeed the admirer of Mr. Fei. It is really unexpected that Mr. Fei, who is so talented in writing, would have the habit of sharing love. I am also willing to become a fan of peaches...

The ghost king who was murdered in the daily wind comment: "..."

The eyes of these people are very familiar!

The ghost king glanced at Bai Wuchang who was carefully pulling the corner of his clothes, met his bright eyes, paused, forget it, this is not the first time he has been misunderstood.

After looking at the two meaningfully for a while, the young man in white leisurely waved his folding fan, strode forward, and bowed his hands in salute, "I heard that the young man is very talented, and Luo Sheng has achieved a little success in this field. I wonder if I have this honor." Let's compete with Your Excellency?"

The celebrities beside the young master in white came back to their senses. Hearing this, they felt a little complicated, with a strange emotion that they didn't understand. .

The young master opened the bone fan in his hand with a "swipe", and turned to Luo Sheng with smiling eyes, "I will accompany you at any time."

Stared at by those bright black eyes, Luo Sheng couldn't help shaking his head. The young master's demeanor is so outstanding, it's really fascinating.

Luo Sheng was sighing, when a smear of black suddenly appeared to block the young master's face, he was startled, and raised his eyes reflexively, and met Fei Xi's dark and cold eyes.

Luo Sheng: "..."

For some reason, he always felt that Brother Fei was guarding him. Could it be that Brother Fei thought he would compete with Brother Fei for the person he admired?

It must be an illusion, right?Brother Fei should know that he loves Meijiao Niang, and he definitely doesn't want to share peaches.

Thinking of this, Luo Sheng smiled at Fei Xi with a calm expression.

Bai Wuchang, who has always been protecting his own king, has downcast eyes that he doesn't want to see.

Knowing that Wuchang was displeased by Luo Sheng's challenge, the ghost king poked Bai Wuchang's face, telling him not to react too violently, after all, Luo Sheng's challenge was within his expectation.

He deliberately walks among the people of Xingcheng, and shows his high literary talent just right, in order to let his news reach the ears of these celebrities, and lure them to come to him on their own initiative. Now the fish has been hooked, but Can't let Xiaobai ruin it.

Bai Wuchang stepped back obediently, giving way to Luo Sheng, and secretly glanced at him.

Luo Sheng, who wanted to discuss each other wholeheartedly, didn't notice it. After all, in his eyes, Brother Fei often lowered his eyes or looked at you quietly, and he had long been used to it.

Even the other celebrities watching from the side didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Fei Xi's mood, they just followed the two to the poetry pavilion silently, and then stared at the two with burning eyes.

The Poetry Pavilion in Xingcheng was founded by Gu Yusheng, the chief celebrity of the previous generation of Wei State, for Wei State celebrities. It is a good place for Wei State celebrities to fight poems, compose Fu, and talk. The celebrities who competed prepared the pens, inks, papers and inkstones they needed.

The beautiful environment and thoughtful service are admirable. Over time, this poetry pavilion has become a fixed place for Wei Guo celebrities to compete.

The Pavilion of Poetry has attracted much attention in Xingcheng, and many celebrities spread their reputations in this Pavilion. It is very eye-catching for many celebrities to come together today. In addition, one of the protagonists of this competition is one of the best in the Wei Kingdom. Luo Sheng, the son of the Luo family in Nan Qiongzhi, so in just a quarter of an hour, many people surrounded the poetry pavilion.

Everyone looked at the two young masters, one black and one white, on the side of the two desks and began to whisper. Most of the scholars were more optimistic about the well-known Nan Qiongzhi, thinking that he would definitely be able to crush the young man in black.

The words of these scholars lingered in their ears, making the common people who had always believed in the young master feel uneasy.

Luo Sheng sat on the edge of the desk and shook his folding fan, and looked up at the celebrities beside him, "Is it up to you to come up with the questions? What do you think, young master?"

Ghost King Jishou, "It's okay."

The famous scholars looked at each other in blank dismay, and the last Yue famous person in green clothes raised his sleeves to salute, and said softly, "How about using the border as the topic?"

"can."

Everyone said in unison.

A quarter of an hour later, Luo Sheng paused, then turned to look at the young master who was beside him with a relaxed expression, "Luo Sheng dares to be a step ahead of the young master."

Luo Sheng put down the folding fan in his hand, brushed the pen and ink, and the elegant official script appeared vividly on the paper.

——Shangshang Mingpi goes straight up a thousand feet, and the sky is quiet and dry without the sound of wind.

Motong Wei'er rode three hundred horses, and all of them raised Jinle to look at the cloud.

The celebrities looked up and stared, and applauded in unison after a while. Among them, the Yue celebrities in Tsing Yi clapped their hands and praised, "What a picture of riding and shooting, what a Wei Guojian!"

"Brother Luo really deserves the name Nan Qiongzhi!"

Everyone outside the Poetry Pavilion looked at each other in blank dismay, knowing that Nan Qiongzhi must have composed another shocking poem, the scholars felt more and more that the young man in black couldn't win, and the common people became more and more perturbed.

Luo Sheng didn't care about other people's amazement, but looked expectantly at the young master who was always smiling.

The ghost king raised his eyebrows, put down the bone fan in his hand, brushed the fragrant rice paper on the desk, and wrote with a brush.

—— out of the fortress

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lone city Wanrenshan.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows?

"clatter--"

The sound of the Zihao pen falling on the desk was particularly loud in the silence, waking up the stunned celebrities around. It seemed that after a long time, it seemed like an instant, a sound of exclamation resounded through the poetry pavilion, and Luo Sheng picked it up stiffly. The Zihao brush on the desk, the eyes watching the young master gradually became hotter.

Different from the majestic riding and shooting pictures of Wei Guojian's majestic horsemen and archers that Luo Sheng imagined, this young man in black not only depicted the majesty of Wei Guo's mountains and rivers, the precipitous terrain of the Scourge Valley outside Yangcheng City on the border of Wei State, but also wrote the stories of soldiers guarding the border. The desolate situation just fits the situation on the border of Wei State not long ago, it is really bold and wonderful.

The current monarch of Wei State has always admired such talents, this young master has a bright future!

The gazes of the people looking at the young master became more and more intense. Those who originally thought that the young master was trying to gain fame felt even more apologetic. Why does a great talent like the young master need to make careful calculations for the sake of fame? (Ghost King: To be honest, I really calculated.)

While everyone was admiring, the two fought three more times, all of which ended with the young master's shocking and weeping ghosts and gods. Gradually, everyone knew the enchanting appearance of the young master.

After losing four times in a row, Luo Sheng was completely impressed by the young master, his eyes were as bright as stars, and all kinds of feelings came to his heart, "The young master is indeed a great talent, Luo Sheng admires it."

The Ghost King pursed his lips, "Young Master Luo has a brilliant literary talent, I appreciate it very much."

Gorgeous sparks bloomed from the tip of his heart, and Luo Sheng's ears turned red. What happened...Brother Fei, I seem to really want to steal your beloved...

As if aware of the extraordinarily hot gazes of the crowd, Fei Xi silently stood in front of the Ghost King, her dark eyes coldly sweeping towards the crowd.

However, at this time, the crowd no longer flinched or looked away gracefully, but still stared at the handsome young man dressed in black by the desk.

The ghost king looked at the burning eyes of the crowd, and was very satisfied in his heart. After conquering these celebrities, he could finally carry out a systematic transformation of the Wei State.

This time, whether it is the many celebrities in Xingcheng, the many scholars in Xingcheng, or the common people in Xingcheng, they are all very impressed. That touch of magnificence is also deeply engraved in the hearts of everyone. Can't forget.

Seven days later, outside the Xingcheng Poetry Pavilion, the Ghost King took dozens of books on the art of war and went up to the attic. Inside the attic were many famous people from Xingcheng.

Putting the Art of War book on the desk, the Ghost King sat lazily on his knees, fanning the bone fan carelessly with his slender and graceful hands. , and there is another technique that works side by side with the two, I wonder if you are interested?"

The celebrities looked at each other, and then nodded, "Since the young master has such high praise for this technique, of course we are interested, but I ask the young master to enlighten me."

The ghost king chuckled, "That's good, a gentleman says, it's hard to catch a horse, I hope you will remember it."

"of course."

The ghost king was satisfied when he heard this, and he picked up the book on the art of war on the desk and handed it to everyone. Everyone opened it with great interest, and then they all fell silent.

Luo Sheng said with a trembling voice, "Young master... this, this, is this the way to transport troops?"

Ghost King Jishou, "Of course."

The book in Luo Sheng's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the other celebrities were even more embarrassed.

In this state of Wei, what is equally famous for everyone's love for poetry and prose is their attitude of avoiding the way of transporting troops and practicing martial arts like snakes and scorpions. Asking them to practice the art of transporting troops is simply telling them to go to the forehead and nose. hell.

The ghost king looked at the books on the ground and frowned, as if he was displeased by their contemptuous attitude, "What's wrong with you guys? Why are you so groggy? Don't you guys like the art of maneuvering troops?"

His eyes swept over the famous Wei people who lost their composure, and the ghost king covered his sleeves and lowered his eyes, as if he was very disappointed, "Forget it, I am not an unreasonable person, if you don't want to, you can leave."

Hearing these words, the celebrities who were looking around happily looked at the young master, but were stunned for a while.

The young man who has always been free and easy, leisurely and at ease has dim eyes, his brows are tightly wrinkled, and the corners of his lips that are always raised are also pursed in disappointment because the things he loves have not been recognized.A sense of guilt welled up in my heart, and the celebrities looked at each other in blank dismay.

——The young master likes it so much, maybe, maybe this technique of transporting troops is not bad?

——Looking like there is nothing wrong with studying a little?

then--

"Young master joked, why don't we like it? Let's see."

"Brother Yue is right, we were just too surprised just now, and we also like the technique of transporting troops very much..."

……

After unanimously praising the art of war that they usually avoided, the celebrities all glanced at each other: I didn't expect you to be such eloquent talents...

"Is that so?" Ghost King asked with a frown.

"of course."

Everyone agrees.

"Then you all study hard, and I will come to ask for advice tomorrow."

The Ghost King smiled happily.

Everyone: "..."

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