Wang Pang was too sharp and too pushy. He didn't know he was so energetic that he actually forgot his age - 14 years old.

All eyes were focused on him. There was admiration but also envy, jealousy and hatred. People are like this, and a big tree will attract wind. Especially on an occasion like the emperor's banquet with all the ministers.

Some ministers were whispering among themselves, and some who didn't recognize Wang Pang asked the people next to them whose child this was. Ouyang Xiu said: "This child has an origin. He is Lord Bao's adopted son." Some ministers echoed:

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Bao has adopted a son who is very courageous." Ouyang Xiu continued: "Do you know who the biological father of this son is?" Everyone whispered to each other, and some said: "I heard that it is Mr. Wang Anshi.

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Renzong couldn't bear his loneliness and saw everyone talking lively and said: "I also heard that he is learning martial arts from Master Di Qing?" He turned to look at Di Qing.

Di Qing said: "Reporting to the emperor, I also found that this child has a malleable talent, but he just taught some horse riding and archery." [

Renzong said, "Then I want to see how your master teaches and how this student learns." After saying this, he ordered people outside the hall to prepare straw target bows and arrows.

After a while, an archery target was placed far away from the main hall door, and Renzong said: "For this fourth imperial wine, let the king perform the art. Come and give me the wine!"

After speaking, the maid refilled the glasses for the ministers.

Wang Pang walked to the entrance of the palace according to the order. Several guards stood on the left and right. When he saw Wang Pang, a guard came out and handed Wang Pang a bow and three arrows.

Wang Pian took it and pulled the bow. Fortunately, it worked. He turned around and looked into the palace and was startled. Several guards had blocked the door of the hall behind him, holding bright knives in their hands. "This is the legend.

There should be sword guards in front of the palace." Wang Pang thought to himself and took a breath of air. Fortunately, he didn't turn back with a bow when he turned around, otherwise his head would have fallen to the ground.

Quickly calm down, you can't make a fool of yourself at this time, and think silently in your mind: the front handle is like Mount Tai, the back handle is like holding a baby, the bow is open like a full moon, and the arrows are like shooting stars. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" three arrows in a row, all of them hit the target.

Then he handed the bow to the guards. One guard took the bow, and the other guards moved out of the way. The king returned to the hall. At this time, the eunuch carried the archery target into the hall and showed it to Renzong. Renzong looked at it and asked the ministers

Take a look too. Everyone cheered and said "good", Wang Pang felt even more arrogant.

Wang Anshi's face didn't change, and you couldn't tell how happy he was. At this time, there was another person with no expression on his face. He had been silent from the beginning, watching what happened quietly. This person was none other than

Sima Guang was a little jealous that Wang Pang was more proud than when he was young; but he was also a little worried; at such a young age, Wang Pang was able to get along well in front of so many high-ranking officials. If given more time, wouldn't it be serious?

Follow the same path of clique fighting.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Han Qi let out a disdainful "hum". Now Wang Yaochen seemed to feel that someone was backing him up. He said that Di Qing was his boss, and Han Qi was also his boss. Han Qi and Di Qing had always had conflicts, and Wang Yaochen just now

He made a fool of himself in public and showed off his accurate archery skills. If he didn't suppress him, his old face would not be able to show off, so he said in a nonchalant manner: "Young people are to be feared. I'm an old man, so I can't compare to this kid."

, Master and disciple are like father and son, this child cannot afford to offend his three fathers, he cannot afford to offend him."

His words were clearly directed at Di Qing, but secretly they also included Bao Zheng and Wang Anshi. The speaker meant it, but it was so jarring to listen to. Everyone looked at Wang Anshi, and saw that his expression was still expressionless. He seemed to disdain to pay attention to Wang Yaochen's words.

While Bao Zheng usually has a dark face and a serious look, everyone is used to it. Di Qing usually feels that he is inferior to others because he is a military commander and has tattoos on his forehead, so even if he becomes the Privy Councilor,

He was humble and cautious. Now he wanted to refute that he was a military general. He was anxious to kill people, so he was asked to sit in a well-behaved manner. Naturally, Wen Zou Zou's bickering was not amusing, and his usually fair face was already red.

Wang Pang also glanced at the three people, and then he glanced at Emperor Renzong and Empress Cao. Empress Cao was worthy of being the mother of the country. No matter how loud the laughter was in the hall, she always sat upright. The pearl chains hanging from the crown of Nine Dragons and Four Phoenixes did not move at all.

From a distance, it looks like a wax figure. Renzong turned slightly sideways, his eyes half-squinted and smiling as he glanced over everyone.

Wang Pang made up his mind. If he was really a fourteen-year-old child, he might not be able to understand the meaning. But who is Wang Pang? In the past thirty years, before the time-travel incident happened, he had traveled almost everywhere.

From all over the country, he went from being a teenager to becoming successful, and then went through ups and downs, and came into contact with all kinds of people. Maybe he was smooth, but he was never afraid of anyone, whether it was the boss of the world or the senior management in the workplace, let alone

He has never been afraid of any situation. He believes in one sentence: Popularity is gained by hanging out, reputation is gained by fighting, and the world is built by fighting.

The arrogance, resilience and cynicism hidden in his heart burst out from his most primitive body at this moment. No one alive was so disrespectful to him, not to mention that he was now a "dead person".

Wang Pang picked up the wine cup on the table and walked up to Wang Yaochen. The hall became quiet again. His eyes were focused on Wang Pang, wondering what the child was going to do. Wang Anshi, who had been smiling just now, was a little nervous. After all, this was the imperial chariot here.

, and just as he was about to stop him, Bao Zheng tugged on the sleeves of his broad robe and whispered, "I'm here to help you if something happens."

Wang Pang ignored the looks of others. He walked up to Wang Yaochen, saluted respectfully and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for not caring about the offense I just caused."

Wang Yaochen waved his hand and said: "You are a child, how can I argue with you..."

Wang Pang went on to say: "The great scholar has a great reputation. In fact, even a child like me knows the great reputation of the great man."

Wang Yaochen stroked his beard and curled his lips. While feeling proud, he thought to himself: This king is not as smart as others said. But he said: "Those are all false names, not as practical as the three of you who come from high places."

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Some of the people laughed secretly, and some looked down upon Wang Yaochen. The children were so respectful, and Master Wang was so quick-tongued. Little did they know that Wang Yaochen was waiting next to him for his obliviousness and mean-mouthedness. Seeing him say this, it was exactly what he wanted.

So he said loudly: "I have admired you for a long time. If you don't dislike me, I am willing to form a lifelong friendship with you. From now on, what is mine will be yours. I will never regret it. Your Majesty and all the ministers are here,

You can bear witness.”[

Some of the officials here understood it and some didn't. The one who understood it laughed first. Even Renzong was stunned for a moment. Just now, he was wondering why Mr. Wang was so stingy and arguing with a child. Then he understood what Wang Pang meant and laughed loudly.

Said with a smile.

"It's a good thing, it just so happens that you both have the surname Wang. Mr. Wang could also be more practical."

Wang Yaochen hurriedly walked to the palace: "Your Majesty, you must"

Bao Zheng imitated what Wang Yaochen said to Di Qing just now and asked, "Did Mr. Wang disobey the holy will?"

Wang Yaochen knelt down, his face was purple and blue, and he said, "I don't dare." He tilted his head and secretly looked at Zhao Zongshi. Zhao Zongshi was angry and funny. He deliberately turned his head not to look at him. The king looked at Han Qi again. Han Qi also

Don't look at him.

While he was in a dilemma, Sima Guang said: "The Holy One will not listen to children's words. Today's Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet is to reward everyone for their hard work. What I just said cannot make everyone happy."

Seeing someone coming to the rescue, Renzong nodded: "What Sima Aiqing said is absolutely true. As an official, you need to respect yourself most, and colleagues also need to cooperate. I think everyone works hard on weekdays, so let's relax today. Wang Aiqing can be safe."

Wang Yaochen then thanked En and stood up, returning to his seat angrily.

Renzong then waved, "Wang Pang, come forward." After looking up and down, Renzong said: "You are a very naughty child. Even if Mr. Wang doesn't care, you can't talk to the ministers of the court." He glanced at Wang Yaochen when he said this.

Wang Yaochen was also referring to himself when he said this, and he lowered his head and remained silent.

Renzong continued: "I heard that you had some thoughts about the government-run Jiaozipu the day before yesterday?" Wang Pang replied: "A little superficial opinion."

Renzong nodded and said: "Okay, since you were so aggressive with the minister just now, I will punish you now. You are not allowed to eat. Before the end of the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, you must write down your bad words in three thousand words."

Wang Pang was in a dilemma. It was okay to ask him to write, but it was difficult to ask him to write three thousand words. He looked back at everyone, most of them were whispering to each other and Wang Pang couldn't hear clearly. Bao Zheng still said what he said, and Wang Anshi's expression was very complicated.

Wang Pang was a little anxious and blurted out, "Your Majesty, you might as well kill me."

Renzong asked in confusion: "Why is this?"

Wang Pang said, "As long as I have grown up, I have never written more than three thousand words."

Renzong wanted to laugh when he looked at the child. He threatened, "Aren't you afraid that I will really kill you?"

Wang Pang simply said: "I can't write so many words. If you ask me to write, I will die of worry. It's better to do something simple." He thought that this time was worth it, and his intuition told him that today Renzong will have a banquet for all ministers.

He won't kill people easily. The most he can do is hit him with a few blows.

Unexpectedly, Renzong actually compromised and said: "Well, I only ask you to write three hundred words. If you can write it, you will be considered a fifth-class person; if you can write five hundred words, you will be considered a third-class person. How about that?"

Wang Pang didn't know what Renzong meant by third-level and fifth-level, but he could still write three to five hundred words, so he nodded.

Renzong said: "Come here, prepare paper and pen."

After a while, the eunuchs brought out a short desk and placed it under the steps in front of Renzong; they also brought out a tray with pens, inks, paper and inkstones prepared on it. Then they gave Wang Pang a cushion and asked him to sit on the floor facing Renzong and start writing.

When he got up, there was a little eunuch standing next to him to polish ink.

Wang Pang picked up the brush and started writing on the paper. It was his suggestion. It was like asking him to write a 3,000-word paper. He couldn't write it, but it was not a big problem to write down his thoughts. [
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