Wan Yubo was also angry and nodded in agreement: "I have competed three times. The first two games were okay and I won a small victory. But in the third game I was really tired, so Brother Shanhe, what do you think I should do?
"
Ma Xiaoquan sighed and said: "What should I do? I am an official now and cannot participate in the family competition at all. Well, in this way, I will teach you how to do it and you just follow it."
Wan Yubo had absolute trust in Wan Shanhe (Ma Xiaoquan), and he nodded simply without saying a word.
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment. In fact, he had no confidence that Wanjia would have the upper hand in this competition. But now he was Wanshanhe and a member of Wanjia. If Wanjia was honored, he would be honored, and Wanjia would suffer.
Now that he has become an official, I am afraid he will not be able to escape the embarrassment of losing money along with him.
At this time, in the center of the banquet palace, several descendants of the nobles were exchanging poems with each other. Each person said a sentence, and the next person would take over. If the next person could not pick up the answer, another person would be replaced. Of course, the person replaced would
They are all from the same family, and until the family cannot find anyone to match the poem, the noble loses.
Wan Yubo's research on poetry is very shallow, and in his impression, Brother Shanhe is good at this.
Seeing Wan Yubo's eyes full of starry expectations towards him, Ma Xiaoquan swallowed his saliva and thought that he was lucky enough to join the official career by mistake. Otherwise, he would definitely be caught in the middle of the banquet palace reading poems.
Went.
Ma Xiaoquan is not afraid of verses. Even though he has no ink in his stomach, he is a modern person. He can speak some of the Tang poetry, Song poetry and modern poetry that he has learned before, but he is just sitting on the throne.
That King of Black and Blue Kingdom, that guy is a soul traveler. Ma Xiaoquan knows that, he may not know it, maybe he knows much more than Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan secretly glanced at the black and green monarch sitting on the throne from the corner of his eye. At this time, he was smiling and watching the competition between the noble children under the throne. Judging from his confident expression, everything seemed to be fine.
Under control.
"Brother Shanhe, what should we do?" Wan Yubo urged Ma Xiaoquan. At this moment, the number of Wan family disciples standing in the center had been reduced to two from the previous eight.
Ma Xiaoquan came back to his senses and asked: "Apart from me, who else is more right in poetry?"
Wan Yubo thought for a while and said: "Brother Shitao has the best poetry, but I'm afraid he won't be able to play. Brother Tianyang has always been very mysterious. No one has seen him write poetry? Well, there is another person, Wan Yongshan,
Her uncle was a well-known talent in Blackwater City, and he was influenced by what he heard and saw, so he should be good too."
Ma Xiaoquan frowned and asked, "Why, Wan Yongshan didn't play either?"
Wan Yubo shook his head and said: "Brother Shanhe, why don't you go and persuade them? The head of the family already said before coming that the honor of the family is supreme, but they..."
Ma Xiaoquan dragged his chin, thinking that I had kicked Wanyong Mountain before, and that boy must still have a grudge against me. If I go there now, I will definitely be punished.
"Yubo, come here." Ma Xiaoquan pulled Wan Yubo to his side, "Over there at Wan Yongshan, go and say, well, if he doesn't agree to play, just say that you know a lot about him.
Be careful and tell the owner of the house."
Wan Yubo looked at Ma Xiaoquan in surprise and whispered: "Brother Shanhe, I don't know what Wan Yongshan has done?"
"Eh? Just do as you are told. Don't worry, Wan Yongshan will definitely come on stage when he hears what you say."
Wan Yubo was pushed out by Ma Xiaoquan in doubt, walked to Wan Yongshan, and whispered: "Yongshan, it is most appropriate for you to come on stage at this time."
Wan Yongshan glanced at Wan Yubo, smiled, and said: "Me, I'm a little uncomfortable, so I won't go up. Besides, Wan Tianyang and Wan Shitao are still standing there without moving.
Well, you go find them, hehe."
Wan Yubo frowned and whispered: "Yongshan, I know what you have done. Today is a family matter, not your personal matter. I have been eliminated. If you don't want to let
The family is in disgrace, go up and help our Wan family regain the victory."
Wan Yongshan sneered: "You know my business, don't be ridiculous, I didn't do anything."
"Really?" Wan Yubo raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "If you don't want others to know, you have to do it yourself. In fact, I know all the things you have done. It's just that I thought that we are from the same clan. But if I will
If you reveal all the things you have done, you will not be on the list of competing heads of the Ten Thousand Families."
Wan Yongshan snorted and looked at Wan Yubo. The other person's expression was very serious, and it seemed that he was not deceiving him.
Wan Yubo was actually very nervous. After saying these words, he just patted Wan Yongshan on the shoulder and quickly turned around and left.
Wan Yongshan squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the center of the banquet palace. At this time, only one of the Wan family's children has been eliminated. If no one else comes on stage, the Wan family will be afraid of the poetry competition.
Lost.
"Damn it, how did Wan Yubo know about me? It must have been Wan Shanhe's fault. Damn it, forget it. I don't want to think about that now. It's more important to protect myself." Wan Yongshan gritted his teeth, sighed, and left
Up.
Behind him, Wan Tianyang was shaking the wine glass in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.
Putting a hand on his shoulder, Wan Tianyang narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled and said: "I knew you would come to beg me."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, put down his hand, walked to Wan Tianyang, and said: "Please don't worry, I am now a court official, and what you have has nothing to do with me. It's just that as a member of the Wan family, you are
Shouldn’t we do something?”
"Do it? Didn't Wan Yongshan get tricked by you? His poetry skills are very good. He should have a chance of winning against the children of several other nobles."
"That's true, but Wan Yongshan is carrying so many people on his shoulders. How do you want other nobles to think of our Wan family?"
"Haha, Wanshanhe, what's wrong? Are you here to be a lobbyist?"
Ma Xiaoquan curled his lips: "Haha, I can't participate either, but you, Wan Tianyang, have always been mysterious and never showed your abilities in front of everyone. Even if you really have a chance to compete for the head of the Wan family in the future, I'm afraid there won't be many opportunities.
People will choose you, right?"
Wan Tianyang chuckled: "So what, a person's ability is not dependent on other people's opinions."
"That's not necessarily the case." Ma Xiaoquan smiled. "Although I will no longer participate in the competition for the head of the family, in some respects, before the next head of the family takes power, the previous head of the family will still more or less ask questions about those of us who have become officials.
Opinions, you think about it, although the head of a family is not a court official, he still has to let the court officials know who you are, right? So Wan Tianyang, sometimes being too confident, might capsize Oh, right, you
There is a thread on the sleeve, which is a bit ugly." After that, Ma Xiaoquan turned and left.
Wan Tianyang looked at Ma Xiaoquan's leaving figure, his eyes narrowed slightly, he untied one cuff and slowly braided his sleeves.
"What he said makes sense. It seems that I have to show my skills."
Ma Xiaoquan came to Wan Shitao, leaned into his ear and said, "Shitao, why don't you play?"
Wan Shitao raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, we'll talk about it later."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "I just went to Wan Tianyang's side, and he came on the field soon. Well, we are the only one of the Wan family's children on the field. This is a great opportunity to perform. Forget it, you can come on the field soon."
, but Wan Tianyang beat me to it, so don’t blame me for not reminding you."
Wan Shitao was stunned for a moment and looked at Wan Tianyang, who was braiding his sleeves and seemed to be really getting ready to play.
Wan Shitao had wanted to play for a long time, but when he saw that Wan Tianyang hadn't played, he couldn't bear to watch the opponent's movements. Now that the opponent was about to play, he couldn't be at a disadvantage.
Before Ma Xiaoquan could speak again, Wan Shitao had already jumped out and walked towards the center of the field.
Seeing Wan Shitao walking up aggressively, Ma Xiaoquan raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
As soon as Wan Shitao came on the stage, Wan Tianyang was also stunned. He still had no intention of coming on the stage, but in the process of his hesitation, Wan Shitao had already lost two people to the poem. If this continues, the limelight may be gone.
He did.
Wan Tianyang nodded and said to himself: "It seems that I really have to go up and show off, otherwise not only the Wan family, but also other nobles will not know who I, Wan Tianyang, am."
After finishing speaking, Wan Tianyang took a breath and walked towards the center of the field.
Ma Xiaoquan returned to his seat, picked up a glass of wine, and took a sip. Wan Yubo came over and said happily: "Brother Shanhe, you really have a way. Brother Shitao and Tianyang are both on the stage, and
As soon as they come on the field, our Wanjia performance will improve."
Ma Xiaoquan put down his wine glass and said with a smile: "That's natural. There are still some talented people among the children of the Wan family."
Wan Yubo's eyes suddenly darkened: "It's a pity that Brother Shanhe has become an official. Otherwise, with your literary talent, Brother Shanhe, you will be fine."
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head: "It's all happened in the past. Let's not talk about it anymore. I suddenly feel particularly disgusted with poetry. In fact, when my mother passed away, I had already sworn not to recite poems and write poetry. It felt too
Fake”
"Oh, okay, then let me toast you." Wan Yubo picked up his wine glass.
"good"
The competition among the nobles lasted until the evening. In the final result, the Wan family came out on top, and among the names of the children of the Wan family that all the nobles took note of, Wan Tianyang was added.