Mrs. Xiao was once a lady from a wealthy family, and her ability to write poems and lyrics was no less than that of many scholars and officials.

But no matter how they educated them, they could not train Xiao Zijie to be an orthodox literati.

Fortunately, Xiao Zijie had military achievements and then entered the official career. Otherwise, he would still be wandering around in the trunk house with the title of the number one playboy in the Great Zhou Dynasty!

Mrs. Xiao recited: "After going thousands of miles away, the affairs of the court are tight, and when you enter Shu, you miss your relatives more than once. I felt that being an official was the most idle, but now I feel that my father is difficult. My son will definitely live up to the court's kindness and will never return unless he sets up a new policy."

After finishing reading, Xiao Jingye was stunned and suddenly felt that it was not bad.

Of course, this is good, compared with Xiao Zijie's past level.

Mrs. Xiao said with an excited look on her face, "Look, our son is really sensible and understands your difficulties. And he, who used to never like court affairs, now knows what he is going to do!"

At this moment, Xiao Jingye was actually very happy, especially with the last four lines of poetry. However, on the surface, he still said with a cold face: "It's okay, it's still far from my request!"

Mrs. Xiao gave Xiao Jingye a blank look and said nothing. She knew better than anyone else about the latter’s mood.

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At this moment, after a reunion dinner, Zhao Yan, Empress Dowager Zhang and Lu Nianwei took Heiwa out for a walk.

After nightfall, all the streets of Changdan City were basically crowded, and even the scholars who were very busy and had been preparing for the imperial examination would come out to relax.

This leads to a lot of unmarried women on the streets. During this festival, there are too many things that talented men and beautiful women can achieve good stories.

Many women have caught a golden son-in-law on the night of the Lantern Festival.

On the street, there are all kinds of lanterns, books, illustrations, makeup boxes and clothes.

This kind of prosperity is something that no country can compare to the Great Zhou.

Zhao Yan was in a very happy mood when he walked on the street.

The best way to relax is to go shopping aimlessly.

At this moment, a loud noise sounded not far away, and then Zhao Yan saw a large group of girls running forward, shouting as he ran: "It's Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu is here!"

Zhao Yan couldn't help but be very curious. In addition to him, there was a man in Changdan City that had such a huge attraction.

At this time, a man with a pleated face also ran towards the crowd. Zhao Yan couldn't help but fall down and asked, "Uncle, what happened before? Why are you all running forward?"

The old man looked at Zhao Yan and said, "I'm not a local, Mr. Wu Wenyuan is on the side of the sky bridge. He is a talented man who has great hope of becoming the top scorer this year!"

Heiwa scratched his head and asked, "Uncle, I understand that the girl pursues her. It's because she wants to marry him. Why are you chasing him so hard?"

The old man thrust his chest and said, "Young Master Wu loves calligraphy. If I can pick up his words tonight, I will not have to worry about my life this year!"

After saying that, the old man rolled up his sleeves and ran towards the front.

Zhao Yan looked at the bustling crowd in front of him and became more curious.

He knew that Hangzhou Wu Wenyuan ranked second on the Qingyun List, and also knew that this man became famous as a young man and was hailed as the number one talent in Jiangnan, but he was somewhat unexpected that he could be so popular.

"Let's go and have a look!" Zhao Yan also walked quickly towards the overpass.

At this moment, the overpass was surrounded by water, with three layers inside and three layers outside, all of which were young girls wearing various dresses.

There were also many men, but they were all squeezed to the outermost.

Zhao Yan and Heiwa stood on a big stone and saw a man in a white shirt on the overpass.

The man is extremely delicate and has two dimples when he smiles, and he is holding a fan in the middle of winter.

He is Wu Wenyuan, the number one talent in Jiangnan.

Heiwa curled his lips: What a sissy!

Zhao Yan was immediately happy. He taught Heiwa the word sissy.

Wu Wenyuan is indeed a bit sissy, but many girls in Dazhou like this hippie and tender, white and clean man.

In terms of appearance and temperament, he is much worse than Zhao Yan.

The reason why Zhao Yan was watching from below was that he was crazyly sought after by countless women.

On the one hand, it is because he is the favorite candidate for the No. 1 pick this year and has not yet gotten married.

And if he could marry him, he might become the prime minister's wife in the future.

On the other hand, it is because the Wu Wenyuan family is prominent and has a lot of money.

With such conditions, even if the appearance is a little different, it will inevitably lead to the fanaticism of many girls, not to mention that his personality is very interesting.

Like Shangguan Wanton, hesitant and even unspeakable, the girls who pursue him can line up from the south of the city to the north of the city.

This is also one of the reasons why countless men want to be on the list.

Wu Wenyuan stood on the overpass and said to the women around him: "Girls, Wenyuan is polite. Every time I go to a place, I have the habit of comparing poetry with others. If I win, I will give me a thousand taels of silver. If I lose, I will not take a penny. What is ashamed is that in the past five years, I have not spent a penny."

As soon as these words ended, they won a brainless carnival among a group of women.

Some scholars not far away frowned slightly.

They have seen narcissistic people, but have never seen such narcissistic people.

In Changdan City, except for Xiao Zijie calling himself a genius poet, no one has ever praised such a whim. This clearly means not taking the literati from Changdan City seriously.

Wu Wenyuan continued: "Anyone in Changdan City can come to challenge me, including that Young Master Shangguan Yunton, and Young Master Yan Zhao who has never shown up!"

On such an occasion, Wu Wenyuan naturally forced Shangguan Wanton and Yan Zhao to challenge him.

Moreover, Wu Wenyuan also used this to raise his reputation to the highest level.

Once his talent and knowledge are recognized by the people of Changdan, the probability of winning the top scorer will definitely increase a lot.

He showed off like this, not like some playboys showing off their family background and gold and silver.

Show off your talent and learn, and you won’t be slapped in the face, provided that you must have enough talent and learn.

And Wu Wenyuan happens to be such a person.

Geniuses have been narcissistic since ancient times.

At this time, a young man with black face shouted loudly: "Wu Wenyuan, you said your poems are good, I'm not convinced!"

Wu Wenyuan gently shook the folding fan and said with a smile: "Brother, if we don't agree, we can compete."

"I...I...I...can't compare to you, but I just don't accept it!" said the black-faced young man, and a burst of ridicule below.

At this moment, a magnetic sound suddenly came from a distance.

"Tang Buyi, Quanzhou, comes to ask for advice!"

Immediately, everyone looked in the voice and then made a way.

Tang Buyi ranked tenth in the Qingyun List and was the number one talented man in Quanzhou. He was not far from Hangzhou and had heard of Wu Wenyuan's name for a long time, but had never seen it.
Chapter completed!