"Young Master Zhao! Can you beat Fang Yiru in this poem?"

At first, Zhao Hao thought that these people had seen the "Female Prince Consort" on the flyer to support him. He realized that these people couldn't hold back and wanted to ask if they could be a literati from four countries!

It is worthy of being a commoner in the desert country. As long as you encounter something unhappy, the first thing you do in your mind is to do it!

He deliberately kept it at home for so many days, and was copying "The West Chamber".

But copying "The West Chamber" is just by the way, not his purpose of keeping it at home.

He kept it at home to make the people of the deserted country angry. The more they were angry, the more money they made at their full moon ceremony.

But he didn't expect that the people of the deserted country would be so impatient.

I couldn't even wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I made a special trip to block the door and ask.

Zhao Hao had no doubts. As long as he nodded, the people of the wasteland would return the previous ridicule from the literati of the four countries exponentially. After all, the people of the wasteland never suffered grievances!

Why not do it?

He frowned slightly, thought hard for a while, and asked in confusion: "Who is Fang Yiru?"

Everyone: "..."

Good guy, they just missed the door of your Zhenguo Mansion. You don’t even know who they are.

Someone whispered to remind: "Fang Yiru is the scholar of Jin State!"

He looked puzzled: "An?"

The man explained: "He was the gentleman invited by Zhenguo Mansion a few days ago."

"An? My family also needs a sir?"

"You forgot? It's the one who was slapped by you and General Shenwu, and his teeth were knocked off!"

"I remembered it!"

Zhao Hao slapped his forehead and couldn't help but complain: "Wouldn't you finish saying this earlier? Don't worry, I'll hang him up tomorrow!"

Everyone then showed a knowing smile, thinking that Zhao Hao is the number one playboy in the desert country, and he is really good at being disgusting.

He had been in Zhenguo Mansion a few days ago and hadn't gone out, and everyone was really worried that he would be in awe.

Seeing that Zhao Hao was still so arrogant, everyone finally felt relieved.

Zhao Hao waved his hand to everyone: "After the Mid-Autumn Festival, our teahouse has officially opened. Not only can we listen to the complete "Female Prince Consort" every day, but also "The West Chamber" for everyone to have fun. I hope everyone can support you more!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and left with a smile, leaving only the whispering people.

"The female princess is finally leaving her home. I'm so anxious to wait. I'm almost tired of watching the first half!"

"There are so crowded on the other side of Xinyue Tea House these days, and many people haven't even seen a single game. How did you do it?"

"I! I hung on the trees on the shore for two days."

"Ah..."

"Oh! When they officially open, they will probably have to pay for the opera!"

"What? You still want to have sex for the rest of your life, but your face is so big?"

"I won't talk about it anymore. Mid-Autumn Festival is not far away. I want to take a seat on the other side of the river first!"

"That's right, I guess this is the only chance to finish "The Female Prince Consort" without any money!"

"Haha, the other side? No dogs go!"

"Do you want to buy a high-end seat?"

"No money! But I think the place you should go the most now is the White Horse Club!"

"That's it! How have the grandsons of the Four Kingdoms become arrogant these days? Go and slap them in the face!"

"Walk!"

...

White Horse Club.

Fang Yiru is almost exhausted these days. He stays at the gate of Zhenguo Mansion from morning to night every day. Although he can only do things to fight with Zhao Hao, he is old and has a sore waist and back pain every day when he comes back.

So, he decided to take a vacation for himself today and come to the White Horse Club to process the order.

After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and it is time to make a comeback.

After a busy morning, he had just sat down and took a sip of tea when he heard a noise outside.

He stopped a young man casually and said unhappily: "Who is out there being noisy?"

These days, there are more than forty poems by his side, and these days his words and deeds are a little arrogant.

The young man looked at him in awe: "It's all from Huang, and I'm going to let you go out to make poetry!"

"Fighting poems?"

Fang Yiru frowned, then smiled contemptuously and said, "What? Those people from Huang Guo feel that they are okay again? I didn't go to block the door of Zhenguo Mansion today, but they came to block the door of my husband?"

But he soon realized that something was wrong. The people of Huang were stupid and had always been unreasonable, but when they were ignored, they would usually stay calm and not speak.

But now...

He asked quickly: "Has Zhao Hao written a poem?"

"It's done!"

The young man nodded and shook his head again: "But he didn't do it completely!"

Fang Yiru was a little impatient: "Did you do it in the end!"

The young man was a little unhappy when scolded, so he simply took out the flyer from his arms: "You can see it yourself!"

After saying that, he left directly.

"Does this young man know how to respect his elders?"

Fang Yiru cursed from a distance, then looked at the leaflet, and when he saw the last sentence, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away!"

"Ah..."

He suddenly felt a little panicked. He was a literati, how could he not appreciate the artistic conception of this sentence?

On the occasion of Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, whether it is the businessmen who are stationed in the deserted country in the five Central Plains to do business, or the empty-nest veterans whose children guard the borders of the deserted country, the lethality is so great.

Besides, even if you only read this sentence, the classic level is no less than "the faint fragrance floats in the moon and dusk"!

Hasn’t Zhao Hao finished his life? Why can he still make such classic words?

He originally thought that the "Dark fragrance floats in the moon and dusk" had already won, but now it seems...

If Zhao Hao had another sentence that was no less than the last sentence, then he might have really lost.

If I lose, wouldn't I be...

Thinking of the order worth 5,000 gold and 2,800 gold, Fang Yiru fell into an ice cellar for a moment!

He sat in the chair with weakness, burying his face deep between his hands.

And those literati from the four countries who once went with him to show off their power at the gate of Zhenguo Mansion are now avoiding him one by one, for fear of being disturbed by this matter.

Although this matter concerns the interests of the four Central Plains countries, the most embarrassing thing is the Jin State. Other countries do not border the deserted countries except Wei State, so what else should I be afraid of?

After a long time, Fang Yiru stood up.

"Stay away!"

"Where is Jingyuan!"

"Second Grandpa, here you come!"

Fang Jingyuan hurried over: "What are your instructions?"

Fang Yiru stuffed the leaflet into his hand: "Go! Order a elegant seat for Grandpa!"

"Okay!"

Fang Jingyuan nodded repeatedly, but never moved.

Fang Yiru glared at him: "Why are you still standing here?"

Fang Jingyuan spread his palms: "Money!"

The anger disappeared from Fang Yiru's face, replaced by a embarrassed smile.

"Grandpa II just wrote a batch of poems. Now there is not much money on hand. You can help me with it first and pay it back twice at that time!"

Fang Jingyuan hesitated for a while, and could only nod and said, "Okay..."

Although the fingers and fingers of the people of the deserted country outside the door made him feel as if he was stunning, he could only bite the bullet and go out.

Watching Fang Jingyuan leave, a trace of hostility appeared on Fang Yiru's face.

Five thousand gold!
To be continued...