Seeing Fang Yiru's expression, Eunuch Gui smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect that a book of poems could surprise Mr. Fang twice. It seems that Mr. Fang is satisfied."

Fang Yiru hesitated unconsciously, and asked tremblingly: "Mr. Gui, are you serious?"

Eunuch Gui asked doubtfully: "Is it possible that I, Gui, came here just to joke with Mr. Fang?"

Hearing this, Fang Yiru felt a chill in his heart.

He is now very sure that Eunuch Gui...or the person behind Eunuch Gui did it on purpose.

They don't bother to lower themselves to ask you for a price increase, so they simply bind 132 books to each other, buy it or not!

Normally, Fang Yiru would definitely be reluctant to part with it.

but now……

Eunuch Gui smiled and said: "Mr. Fang, do you feel that our poems are slightly different from the ones you bought from other countries?"

Fang Yiru's face turned gloomy: "Oh? What's the difference?"

Eunuch Gui smiled and said: "The poems sold to you by others are dead, but the poems in this album are alive!"

Fang Yiru was a little confused: "What do you mean?"

Eunuch Gui narrowed his eyes and asked: "When you return to Jin, do you dare to take out the poems given to you by others and pat your chest and say that you composed them?"

Of course that is impossible!

Even if he wins the battle with the poem he bought in Huang Country, he won't be able to shamelessly say that it was written by him when he goes back.

After all, the original author is still alive!

Um?

Fang Yiru understood the meaning: "What Mr. Gui means..."

Eunuch Gui smiled and said: "My master said that as long as Mr. Fang is willing to buy it, these one hundred and thirty-two poems have nothing to do with him anymore!"

At this moment, Fang Yiru fell into silence completely.

His expression was uncertain, and he was obviously going through a very intense psychological struggle.

Eight thousand gold is indeed too much, it has almost reached the limit of what he can afford, and it also requires some illegal operations.

But with these forty-three poems, if you defeat Zhao Hao again, you will definitely reach a higher status after returning to Jin!

After all, "Secret Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk" is really fierce!

By then, a mere eight thousand gold will not be worth a single cent... but it is still worth mentioning.

But as long as I rely on these forty-three poems to climb up the ladder, my lineage's status in the Fang family will definitely improve, and in the long run it will be a sure profit.

Finally he gritted his teeth and said, "I bought it! Sir, wait a moment!"

After saying that, he stood up and left quickly, and soon came over with a box in his arms!

"Mr. Fang, here are five thousand gold, and orders worth two thousand eight hundred gold. I can directly pledge these orders to you, and then buy them back for three thousand gold. We can create a written document!"

Eunuch Gui raised his eyebrows, thinking that this old man was so rich that he agreed directly without even negotiating the price.

He glanced at the contents of the order, smiled softly and said: "Mr. Fang, if you get this order from Linyu Pavilion, it will cost more than 2,800 gold! If you are lucky, you might even attract a group of desperadoes.

Go and exchange Zhao Hao's life. Now you take out the order just to compete with Zhao Hao for poems. It would be a huge loss!"

Hearing the three words "Linyu Pavilion", Fang Yiru's expression suddenly changed.

Because this order of his was exactly for Linyuge.

He quickly laughed and said: "Mr. Gui is joking. Zhao Hao and I are just a friendly dispute between the literary circles of the two countries. How can you say that you pay to kill someone?"

Having said that, he was sneering in his heart.

If Zhao Hao really died so easily, I'm afraid he would have died countless times.

His head is worth more than ten thousand gold in Linyu Pavilion.

"It's rare for Mr. Fang to be so candid!"

Eunuch Gui smiled softly: "Originally, my master did not want to pledge, but for the sake of Mr. Fang's sincerity, I will take the initiative to help Mr. Fang once."

After speaking, the two people discussed and signed a document.

Eunuch Gui wrote his real name, pressed his fingerprints, and then prepared to leave with the box in his arms.

Fang Yiru suddenly stopped him and said in a trembling voice: "Eunuch Gui, can you tell me who your master is and why he wants to help us?"

Eunuch Gui smiled slightly: "Of course it is not convenient to disclose the name. We can only tell you that our master is a princess whose heart was broken by Zhao Hao."

Now that we have shown our cards, we will no longer be secretive. After speaking, Eunuch Gui left directly.

Fang Yiru seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and collapsed on the chair, gasping for air.

"Second Grandpa, this Linyu Pavilion..."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

Fang Jingyuan was startled when he shouted sharply. After he calmed down, he whispered:

"Second Grandpa, isn't our move too dangerous? If it is known..."

"You must know if you know it!"

Fang Yiru looked fierce: "But as long as I can defeat Zhao Hao, our Fang family will have face among the five countries of the Central Plains. Think about how long our Fang family's poetry has been languishing. As long as we succeed this time, our family will be able to

If you straighten up at Fang's house immediately, why should you stay in a remote place like a deserted country?"

Fang Jingyuan hesitated for a while and said, "But what if we lose?"

Fang Yiru sneered: "What a loser! Zhao Hao does have some talent in poetry, but in fact he doesn't know anything except Feng Yue. Even if Feng Yue's poetry is good, what can he do? He is not the first in literature, but the second in martial arts.

, can he still expect a romantic poem to crush my famous poem?"

After hearing what he said, Fang Jingyuan finally felt at ease. After thinking for a moment, he asked: "Second Grandpa, which princess do you think this booklet was written by?"

Fang Yiru was also very interested and reprimanded: "Why can't you move your head at all? First of all, exclude Princess Anyang. After all, they are all getting married, so why should you be sad? And you see..."

He turned to the last poem: "Last night the thief broke into the boudoir, when will he return with the beauty in his arms? He and Princess Anyang are already engaged, so why take the risk and sneak into her boudoir?"

The last sentence, "When should I bring the beauty back home," shows that this princess hopes that Zhao Hao can marry her home. Who else can she marry besides Princess Leyang?"

Fang Jingyuan couldn't help but marvel: "Why didn't I expect that my second grandfather is so talented!"

Indeed, at first everyone thought that Zhao Hao was going to marry her, but in the end they changed their minds.

Fang Yiru patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "When you get a little older, you can do it too. Get ready. Let's go to the Zhenguo Mansion to write poems in the evening!"

"good!"

Fang Jingyuan solemnly agreed, but felt something was wrong, so he quickly asked: "Second Grandpa, you will fill in the poem later, what can I prepare?"

Fang Yiru's face darkened and he reprimanded: "Can I, an old guy, remember these more than a hundred poems in total? You are a young man with a bright mind. You can come with me this afternoon and recite it to me in a low voice next to you!"

Fang Jingyuan: "..."

…

In the afternoon.

The entrance to Zhenguo Mansion suddenly became lively.

The people in the deserted country looked around and pointed.

"Huh? Isn't that the shrunken old turtle from the Jin Kingdom? He disappeared for a few days, why did he suddenly appear again?"

"It seems that literati from the four countries have also followed. They must have collected more than a hundred poems, right?"

"Looking at the way these people are trying to achieve their goals, could it be true that the poem is ready?"

"After all, it is a matter of gathering the strength of the literary circles in four countries. Would it be strange if it couldn't be done?"

"But it's only been three days now. The literary world of the five Central Plains countries is too strong!"

Amid everyone's whispers, Fang Yiru and his young grandson wrote more than a hundred poems on the wall with pride on their faces.

By the time I finished filling it out, it was already dusk.

He bathed in the slightly dim sunset and felt extremely majestic.

He stood in front of the Zhenguo Mansion with his hands on his hips. Although his mouth was slightly leaking, his voice was extremely high-pitched.
Chapter completed!