If the young master Xiaobai in front of him only knows how to agree, then he is not as good as Li Hugo. But now the young master Xiaobai learns from it, which means that he has his own ideas.
So he also gained a lot of confidence in Young Master Xiaobai.
"Brother Yun, is this your student?" An old man smiled and raised his forehead high, like an old birthday star in myth.
Yunhe smiled and said, "Yes."
Li Yuguo felt funny. This old man was extremely thick-skinned. He had never been a disciple of his young master.
But after thinking about it carefully, since you have come to the poetry club, it is no big deal to let the old man take advantage of it.
At this moment, a sedan chair appeared in the distance, and the gentlemen around him stood up one after another. Li Huguo frowned because the person coming was Mr. Hu Jiu.
He was in a sedan chair covered with bead curtains, and there were actually eight sedan chairmen on all sides!
Only the eight sedan chairmen can be possessed by his father at the level of a prefect, and his father is low-key and thinks that the eight sedan chairmen are wasting money, so they are useless.
But Master Hu Jiu was fine, so he actually hired eight sedan chairmen to carry the sedan chair?
Is this swearing his status in Liangcheng?
Sure enough, Master Hu Jiu came to a seat on the platform, next to him was Hu Fei and two women.
Hu Fei looked at Li Huguo with a sneer on his face.
"This time, we used red and blue to discuss poetry. The twelve gentlemen, plus Mr. Zhao invited by Jiuye, there were thirteen. Whoever talked about poetry at the last moment will be the leader of this poetry meeting!" Yun He stood up and said.
"The reward for this time is the thousand-year-old snow ginseng prepared by my Hu family." A manager in front of Mr. Hu said, "This snow ginseng was sold at a high price in the capital and is of great value. Although this spiritual herb can be eaten by everyone. It can be used to prolong life and is the best medicine."
As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.
Li Hugo's eyes were wide open, because Thousand Years of Snow Ginseng could also use it as one of his father's three medicinal herbs.
Originally, Li Hugo's idea was to save money to buy a hundred-year-old fire ginseng of one million taels, after all, the Chamber of Commerce sold it.
But if Millennium Snow Ginseng is used as a medicinal material, it would probably be of unprecedented help to my father.
It was beyond expectations, but Li Hugo was bound to win!
"Everyone, since it is the ninth master's reward, why not let me give you a ugliness first?"
A scholar in white came out of the crowd, and this person was Zhao Diudi.
As soon as Zhao Duidu appeared, many people who knew the goods started to talk.
"This person looks familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere..."
"So that's it. I remembered that this is one of the romantic young men in the capital. Zhao Duidu, no wonder his Hu family is so generous. It turns out that he invited a master to come. The thousand-year-old snow ginseng may have fallen into their pockets in the end."
"Hmph, Po Li sells melons and boasts about himself. Master Jiu relies on his wealth and power to play such small tricks."
"Speak quietly, if you hear it, you will feel good!"
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Although people are dissatisfied, why is Mr. Hu Jiu a local snake here? To be more accurate, it is not an exaggeration to describe Mr. Hu Jiu a local dragon here.
After all, Jiu Ye’s power is too great.
"Time flies for half a lifetime, I have no intention of wandering in the peach feast, I am stranded at night without sleep, and the cool pigs in the wilderness."
Zhao Diudi turned on the folding fan and looked at the people around him, and he narrowed his eyes.
Although this poem is not neat, it has a strong insult.
Li Hugo said: "Who are you calling the pig?"
As we all know, pigs are pigs, and Zhao Duidui actually said that the literary world in Liangcheng is a group of pigs.
Zhao Duidi laughed arrogantly: "Sorry, I didn't target anyone, or I target everyone present. They are a group of pigs who buy knowledge. You are nine thousand miles away from real knowledge. Are you still embarrassed to talk about poetry meetings here?"
As soon as these words were said, no matter whether they were students or teachers from Liangcheng, they were angry almost at the same time.
Mr. Yunhe was so angry that his forehead was full of tendons and almost broke out.
"Hahaha..." The Jiuye in the sedan laughed, "Is anyone talking about poetry?"
As soon as Master Jiu started, many students lowered their heads. They did not dare to face Master Jiu head-on, this was a public refutation of Master Jiu's face.
If you win, you will be happy, but you will be offended by Master Jiu, and you will never have a good life in the rest of your life.
If you lose, your husband will be unable to hold back his face. How can you face his mentor?
"It's too much to deceive others! You scholar are too much to deceive others!" Yun He, as the master of the literary world in Liangcheng, could he accept such slander? He was so angry that he wanted to stand up.
But at this time, Li Hugo pressed his shoulder and said, "Sir, let me fight him."
At this time, everyone dared to stand up at the poetry meeting, but Li Hugo walked towards Jiuye.
Zhao Duidi beat Hache, obviously not taking Li Hugo seriously.
Hu Fei also looked at Li Yuguo with a proud look on his face. He didn't believe that Young Master Xiaobai would say better poems.