From afternoon to sunset.

From dusk to nightfall.

The Zhenguo Mansion has kept its door tightly closed, with no sign of anyone coming out.

Fang Yiru's heart became more and more happy, but waiting any longer was not an option, so he rushed to the gate of Zhenguo Mansion and raised his hand.

"Since Mr. Zhao is not enjoying his poetry today, I will come back tomorrow!"

After that, he led the literati from the four countries and left in a grand manner.

The literati from other countries lowered their voices and whispered to each other, asking how many poems they had given Fang Yiru. However, they couldn't get enough of the poems together, and their eyes looked at Fang Yiru with a hint of solemnity.

Is this because the Jin State's heritage is too strong, or is it the Fang family's heritage that is too strong?

The more than forty landscape poems were at least of average quality and did not look like they had been written by a certain literati in their impression.

However, it is just solemn.

The people who were most affected by Fang Yiru's move were Zhao Hao and Fang Yiru himself. Others would not be affected at all. It was of course the best to take a look at Zhao Hao's fun.

Fang Jingyuan followed Fang Yiru and asked in a low voice: "Second Grandpa, the government humiliated you that day, why are we so polite today?"

Fang Yiru snorted: "So what if you're not polite? This is the territory of Huangguo. Can you still curse at the gate of Zhenguo Mansion, or rush in and beat people?"

Fang Jingyuan was a little dissatisfied: "But if it's like this, how can we relieve our anger?"

Fang Yiru snorted coldly: "It's understandable to close the door for a day. But what about two days, three days, or even a month? We come here every day, I don't believe that people in the Zhenguo Mansion have to be cowards every day!

There are still five days left before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Generals who go home to visit their relatives, officials who come to report on their duties, and even businessmen from various countries will all come out. If Zhao Hao doesn't come out by then, I will directly compose a poem and post it at the Zhenguo Mansion.

At the gate, see if they can afford to throw this person away!"

"Wonderful!"

"Look carefully and study hard! It will be useful to you in the future!"

"I will follow the instructions of my second grandfather."

Fang Yiru breathed a long sigh of relief. Originally, he was worried that Zhao Hao was really so talented in poetry. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion, he would jump out to compete with him in poetry.

Now it seems……

hehe!

Just a boy with an appearance!

Maybe it's just like what Fu Gui said a few days ago, this guy has been doing everything he can since he got engaged.

Otherwise, how could we not even have the courage to go out and confront him?

hey-hey!

Come again tomorrow to provoke.

…

In the next few days, as soon as it gets dark, many literati from the four countries will gather at the entrance of the Zhenguo Mansion.

They didn't make any fuss, they just pulled up a banner inviting poetry competition, and then sat across the road, mocking the literary world of the deserted country to passers-by from time to time, but they didn't say a single harsh word to the old Zhao family.

But precisely because of this, the people in the deserted country feel like they are grinding their flesh with a dull knife.

They were ridiculed and were extremely angry, but what if they were angry again?

They were so proud of the wilderness literary world when Fang Yiru didn't dare to write poems a few days ago, and how depressed they are these days.

"Is Zhao Hao really exhausted?"

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

"Ha! When you first humiliated Fang Yiru, you were so arrogant and domineering. Why have you turned into a coward now?"

"You can't say that. We can't ask others to write famous articles every day!"

"Yes! A literary 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. But there is no way, he has been forced to this point, and Zhao Hao is facing literati from four countries, so he drank the pigeon soup in vain?"

"Alas! Having said that, it's really annoying!"

"Didn't someone say a few days ago that the script of "The Female Consort" was also written by Zhao Hao? It's so popular, why can't it be used for a fight?"

"You didn't come yesterday! Yesterday we talked about this matter with the literati from the four countries, and we were humiliated by them. How dare you compare something as lowly as drama with poetry?"

"Alas! Zhao Hao, this dude, really doesn't live up to expectations. He pulls out his pockets at the critical moment. Let's quickly compose a poem and compete with him!"

In the past, the White Horse Guild Hall would stay closed every day for fear of being criticized by the people of the desert country.

Nowadays, red lanterns are hung high, and everyone walks in and out of the house in a arrogant manner.

The boredom of the people in the deserted capital of Kyoto is getting worse day by day. If Zhao Hao still can't write a poem, he may not even be in the mood to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in two days.

…

Qianqing Palace!

"waste!"

Jiang Zheng cursed loudly and threw the tea cup out of his hand, breaking it into pieces and falling into pieces.

A man was kneeling on the ground shivering.

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

Jiang Zheng pointed at his nose: "What a state-controlled government! The literati from the four countries blocked your door to show off their power. Outside, people from the deserted countries passed by the White Horse Hall and couldn't raise their heads. Inside, countless civil servants impeached you and avoided fighting.

You guys can keep your composure, Wenquxing of Huang Country is hiding at home and pretending to be a dead dog, Duke Zhenguo and General Shenwu are also staying behind closed doors, your old Zhao family is going to turn the world 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 Emperor! You can't say that. Isn't this a special situation?"

"Special case?"

Jiang Zheng almost laughed angrily: "The special situation is that that bitch Zhao Hao hid at home and lied to me about being seriously ill. Your father also followed suit!"

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

Jiang Zheng sneered: "What about your father? Is the great master also sick?"

The black-faced man nodded matter-of-factly: "Ang! Hao'er said his disease is autumn flu, and it doesn't matter how high his cultivation level is. It is especially easy to infect the elderly."

Jiang Zheng kicked the black-faced man on the butt: "What about you? You should be alive!"

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

Jiang Zheng: "..."

There seems to be nothing wrong with it.

He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "You are really a bunch of cowards. The people of the desert country have to kneel with you!"

When he heard the word "coward", the dark-faced man's expression suddenly changed, he stood up with a sigh, raised his neck and said.

"Second father! You have a bad conscience by saying this!"

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

"My father and I have shed blood for the Wild Country. My son has single-handedly supported the literary world of the Wild Country. I ask you what's wrong with you?"

"My son was hung up by you and used as a target for the literati from four countries. As a result, he has not written poetry for a few days and is not even qualified to recover from illness?"

"Why don't you impeach civil servants? Their impeachment is useless!"

"Everyone is in a high position and thinks they are talented, but they actually wrote a few poems!"

"My son writes poems on his own, which is a slap in the face to the literati from the Four Kingdoms for the literary world of the Wild Kingdom. Now the literati from the Four Kingdoms are forcing themselves to come, but when I turn around and look, I, Hao'er, am the only one who is special in the literary world of the Wild Kingdom!"

"It's okay if those sour dogs and cowards don't come to help. What's the point of hiding behind the scenes and impeaching them?"

"Tell me who wrote the memorial to impeach? I, Zhao Wudi, will blow their heads off!"

"What the hell! Too bad!"

Seeing his indignant look, Jiang Zheng was also angry.

The only people in the entire Huang country who dared to talk back to him like this were father and son Zhao Hao and Zhao Wudi.

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

The black-faced man felt a little guilty, but he still shouted angrily: "I want to puke too many people, but it's not you anyway!"

"you……"

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

As soon as he finished speaking, two guards rushed over, one on the left and one on the right holding the black-faced man.

The black-faced man snorted: "Hang him up, hang him up. Anyway, we three are not cowards!"

At this time, a figure ran over quickly with small steps.

"Your Majesty! Xinyue Teahouse is making big moves!"

With that said, Eunuch Cao handed a page of paper to Jiang Zheng.

When Jiang Zheng took it over and took a look, his eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately pushed the two guards away and patted the black-faced man affectionately on the shoulder.

"Invincible! You gave birth to a wonderful son!"

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Four updates and ten thousand words.

Call it a day~

It will probably be on the shelves on December 1st, so I won’t say too much.
Chapter completed!