At this time in Kyoto, the people of the deserted country were already in a state of joy.

What happened in front of the Zhenguo Mansion in the morning, after fermentation in the afternoon, has long been known to everyone, and there are discussions about this matter everywhere.

The busiest thing is definitely the casino.

It is said that a deserted country is built by force, but if we look at the crisis decades ago, there is nothing wrong with saying that a country is built by gambling. Therefore, the people are very enthusiastic about "gambling". As long as they do not go bankrupt, many people will

Everyone will have fun gambling.

"How about we make a bet to see when Fang Yiru can compose a hundred poems?"

"Come on? Do you really think Zhao Hao is a vegetarian? Among the more than 100 poems, even the worst ones are at the upper-middle level in Jin Dynasty. Let alone a hundred days, Fang Yiru may not be able to fill it in his life.

Full."

"These old guys have been praised for a few times, but they really don't know what their last names are? They are still a scholar in their 80s. Do they really think that the scholars of the Jin Dynasty are higher than the Jinshi of the Huang Dynasty?"

"That's right! The Zhenguo Mansion used Duke Zhenguo's carriage to pick him up. What a shame, these old guys are still trying to show off."

"Hahaha! Those three old guys, one from the Jin Kingdom, one from the Chu Kingdom, and one from the Yan Kingdom, are all too far away to have been beaten by us in the wilderness. Look at how honest those old men from the Wei Kingdom are."

"Speaking of which... I heard someone say that Zhao Hao has exhausted his talent. Is it true?"

"That's all the bullshit! Yesterday I composed two famous poems for Princess Anyang. How could it be possible to finish them all in one night?"

"You can't say this thing for sure! Think about how powerful the emperor was in the past. Every year, a little prince or princess would be born in the palace, but suddenly there would be no births in one year. I feel that this thing is the same as talent. I can't say no.

without."

"So what if I run out of talent? Anyway, there are more than a hundred poems posted on the wall!"

"Then can this bet be started?"

"Stop! It's boring! Zhao Hao is invincible!"

"Zhao Hao is invincible!"

For a time, Zhao Hao, who once had a good reputation only in the brothel circle, seemed to have gained a lot of favor in the gambling circle.

Another lively place is the brothel.

After the storm of thousands of people marching last night, Tianxiang Pavilion has been closed for the whole day, and it was only cautiously opened in the afternoon.

In Miss Li Shi's boudoir.

Yang's mother was a little worried: "With so much pressure from the scholars from the four countries, Zhao Hao won't come over tonight, right?"

Li Shi leaned lazily by the window and chuckled: "Mother Yang used to look forward to it day and night, hoping that Mr. Zhao would come!"

"Today is different from the past!"

Mother Yang smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, it's no problem that Mr. Zhao is here today. Just because he is the uncle of the royal family, all the brothels in Kyoto shouldn't be closed. But there is something wrong with being the first one to pick up the guests!"

"Goose goose goose..."

Li Shi covered her red lips and smiled so much that her flowers trembled: "I hope Mr. Zhao can come every day to let us little girls in Tianxiang Pavilion have a taste of their long-cherished wish."

Mother Yang nodded with deep understanding: "This dude is quite capable of deceiving little girls. He can talk nonsense to others! As for the sentence he wrote to Princess Anyang, 'Carefree, leisurely, tossing and turning,' he pretended to be like an innocent little girl.

Like a virgin, Princess Anyang may have been coaxed into confusion! Li Shi, don’t you think so?”

Li Shi smiled and said, "Isn't it? Many people say that he has exhausted his talents. I think this little villain is just pretending. It makes our little sisters feel uneasy, holding up their thin arms and legs and thinking

Seeking revenge from literati from other countries. Maybe, this little villain is hiding at home and secretly having fun!"

…

The more than 100 poems posted on the outer wall of Zhenguo Mansion are indeed domineering, and the people of Huangguo are extremely excited.

However, the White Horse Club is a completely different scene.

The White Horse Guild Hall is located in the west of Kyoto. It is the guild hall where the five Central Plains countries, except Qi, live.

After all, Huang Country only has diplomatic relations with Qi State now, so there is only Qi State's embassy in Kyoto.

The other four countries thought that it would be shameful not to have a decent guild hall, but the land price in Kyoto was too expensive, so the four families had to spend huge sums of money to buy this piece of land.

At this time, everyone in the White Horse Guild Hall was extremely anxious. After all, more than a hundred high-quality poems were not so easy to collect.

"Mr. Fang! Don't worry, I've already sent a letter back. My grandfather was also a popular figure when he was young, and he has a few unpublished poems. I'll sell them to you cheaper for fifty gold!"

"Yes, Mr. Fang! My ancestors were great Confucians, and my father also has a few of them. It's cheaper here, forty-nine gold!"

"Mr. Fang! My father is the young apprentice of our great Confucian from Chu State. His level is not very high. He happened to compose a famous poem called "Qi Jue". It's just because I didn't refine a single word well, so it hasn't been published yet. If you want,

, three hundred gold! I can intercede on your behalf!"

"Mr. Fang..."

Although the poem challenges Zhao Hao to name Fang Yiru, it actually alludes to all the four Central Plains countries, but the Jin Kingdom is more embarrassing. If you really want to kneel at the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion and admit defeat, you might as well not do it here in the future.

It's business.

If Fang Yiru loses, everyone will be embarrassed together.

So everyone spared no effort to help.

Of course, the help is not in vain.

After all, everyone worked so hard to compose poems, but they didn’t even have time to fill the cup themselves. How could it be given to Fang Yiru for nothing?

Help, definitely help.

But the money must be taken!

Fang Yiru clutched the purse around her waist and was moved to tears: "Thank you all! Thank you all!"

The three hundred gold from the Zhenguo Mansion was not earned, but a group of people paid in thousands of gold instead!

But this poem, I can’t help but buy it!

If you don't buy it... you may never be able to return to your homeland in the Jin Kingdom, and your status in the wilderness will plummet.

Fang Yiru took out the list from his arms and counted it carefully, his face becoming more and more sad.

He had just counted all the poems promised by these people, but there were only more than thirty poems, not even one-third of the amount.

I want to fill up the poems on the wall, but I don’t know how many years and months it will take.

no!

You have to think of other ways.

Not only must it be filled up, but it must also be filled up very quickly and hit Zhao Hao hard in the face.

…

night!

Zhenguofu.

Zhao Hao was lying on the table in a state of despair.

He stayed up late yesterday to finish writing the script for The Consort, which immediately disrupted his schedule. The thought of watching "The West Chamber" later made him feel hopeless.

On the dinner table, the food was almost cold, but the black-faced man didn't return.

Zhao Hao asked doubtfully: "Where is my father?"

Bai Xiu complained: "Your father is too arrogant. His rude subordinates tout him as the father of the desert country's culture every day, and coax him to go out to entertain guests and drink every day. Now he almost doesn't know what his last name is!"

"

Zhao Hao: "..."

The father of the desert country context...

There's something wrong with this name, but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

At this moment.

Squeak!

The door of the Zhenguo Mansion was pushed open, and the black-faced man went home with a smile.

Bai Xiu looked at his stupid look and was immediately furious. She went up and grabbed his ears: "Where are you fooling around again?"

"It hurts, it hurts!"

The black-faced man slapped Bai Xiu's hand away.

Bai Xiu was shocked: "You dare to clap my hand now? Is there a woman outside?"

The black-faced man looked unhappy: "I came back so late, it's all because of you, and you pulled my ears, how can I not be angry?"

Bai Xiuqi was happy: "For me? I'll give you three sentences, and you can explain it to me!"

The black-faced man snorted: "Actually, I could have come back a long time ago, but I saw a troupe singing well in the north of the city. Thinking that you like to watch this, I thought of helping you to check it, but you still complained about me when I came back late.

?”

He said more than three sentences, but Bai Xiu was no longer angry: "Real or false? What's the name of this play?"

"Female Consort!"

"It's quite interesting. You can take me to have a look tomorrow."

"One gold pocket money, otherwise you won't be able to coax me!"

"Okay, okay! That's it for you."

"Okay! Let's eat, hey hey hey..."

The black-faced man suddenly laughed out loud. He took Bai Xiu's wrist and went to the dinner table. When he saw Zhao Hao, he asked: "Hao'er! Let's go to the theater together tomorrow night. Maybe I can write some poems for you."

Inspiration for writing lyrics.”

Zhao Ding shook his head and moved his eyes to one side.

Zhao Hao: "..."

Co-author The whole city almost knew that I wrote "The Female Consort".
Chapter completed!