Unconsciously, Wu Jie and Wu Lun became empty, as if subconsciously, and everyone avoided Wu Jie from afar.

But the discussion still came in a low voice.

"It seems that Mr. Yang Zongzhi admires Wu Jie very much, right?"

"Is it something?"

"Is it possible that the poem and lyrics written by Wu Jie at the Tang family's poetry meeting not written by others? Otherwise, with Mr. Zongzhi's fiery personality, how could he have acquainted with Wu Jie's peers?"

"It makes sense, but wasn't this incident passed down from the Tang family? It's really hard to understand."

Wu Jie felt proud and sighed in relief. This time, he met Yang Zongzhi by chance and played Go with him. It seemed that it was not difficult to cleanse my grievances.

However, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

I have a marriage contract with Tang Mi. When it comes to generations, I have to call Yang Zong Yi to call him uncle. He wants to talk about friendship with my peers... This generation is in chaos.

He looked at Wu Lun, whose face was blue and white, and when he heard the discussion around him, Wu Jie felt happy and couldn't help but smile.

The smile fell into Wu Lu's eyes. Wu Lu gritted his teeth and snorted: "Brother Jie, I didn't expect Mr. Zongzhi to have a better eye for you. However, Mr. Zongzhi is a person with good face and you have a engagement with the Tang family. The plagiarism of poetry is related to Miss Tang's reputation. Mr. Zongzhi is broad-minded and will not care about you."

Wu Lun said this sentence very sinister and straightforwardly: You, Wu Jie, plagiarized Miss Tang's poems and had a private meeting with her. It was not good for the Tang family to be famous. For the sake of the Tang family's face, Yang Zongzhi had to hold on to this scene, so naturally he would not mention Wu Jie's plagiarism.

These words fell into everyone's ears, and everyone suddenly realized that there was a little more contempt in Wu Jie's eyes.

Wu Jie curled his lips: "Wu Lu, right and wrong, and there are many different opinions, so I naturally cannot argue. However, Wu Jie is upright and sits upright, and your one-sided words can only deceive the world for a while, but not for a lifetime. Wu Lu, if I guess correctly, you will release this rumor." He smiled faintly, and was extremely suspicious of Wu Lu. Only this kid had the motive for committing the crime.

Wu Lun smiled proudly and put his mouth to Wu Jie's ear: "Wu Jie, tell you honestly. This rumor is what I spread. What's wrong with admitting it if you don't do secret things?"

"Good method, but it's a bit despicable." Wu Jie shook his head: "You are also a talented man in Shu, why is this?"

Wu Lun's low voice became angry: "Wu Jie, you live in Nanjing well, what are you doing when you go back to Sichuan? Miss Tang and I are childhood sweethearts, why do you want to have a fight?"

"It doesn't matter if you have a marriage with me, but I will not allow you to do so."

"Haha." Wu Jie's low laughter still rang in his ears, "So what if I can't tolerate me? Brother Jie, you'd better worry about your own future. The prefect is about to have an honest gentleman. He has a very disgusted attitude towards you. It seems that you can't pass this imperial examination. You can only wait for later. Unfortunately, this year is the day of the autumn examination. If you miss it, you have to wait for another two years. Mrs. Tang personally promised that as long as I, Wu Lun, get the fame of the Juren, I will be betrothed to me. You, a Tongsheng who doesn't even have the fame of scholars, why should you fight me, the Juren?"

Wu Jie smiled disdainfully: "The prefect may have prejudice against me, Wu Jie, but it is not difficult to just need Mr. Zong Zhi to express his feelings on his behalf, so it is not difficult to cleanse my stigma."

"It's easy for you to think about it. No one can make any clear decision about who wrote that poem or poem. I'm afraid that Mr. Zongzhi has no strong evidence to prove this. The demeanor of the famous scholar of the Shanchang, your little things are not worth mentioning in front of the prefect. Brother Jie, Brother Jie, is so naive. Yes, Mr. Zongzhi is the guest of honor for the prefect. But the prefect has already had prejudice against you, and even if you are allowed to enter the examination room, you may not be admitted. There are several famous scholars in the mountain camp, so it's impossible for him to let the prefect let you pass the prefect pass. In this way, neither of them will have face."

"Oh, that's it!" Wu Jie sighed: "I'll give you a word: I'm too smart to do all the calculations. I'll give you another word: The green mountains cannot cover it, after all, it's going east."

Wu Lunyi said: "What do you mean?"

Wu Jie: "It's just a poem and a word, a game work, and it's no big deal. Even if it's not what I did. Wu Jie raised his hand and came to him when he opened his mouth. Why don't he fear others' words and rumor?"

Wu Lun's face changed, and he looked around, and suddenly felt a sudden stern in his heart: The banquet is about to start, and the literati's collection will inevitably be sing together with poetry and wine. This guy is talented, and if he really writes a few good poems later, wouldn't the effort I spent in the past be wasted?

Also, today's banquet was originally used to make Mr. Lin famous. Everyone here also had a tacit understanding and was not specialized in beauty. I was afraid that this boy would not be tactful and wanted to take this opportunity to justify his reputation, but it was a big problem.

I have to endure that Wu Jie's poems are already the best in the world. Judging from the poems he wrote at the Tang Family Academy that day, even if he writes a few words casually, it will be enough to suppress everyone.

If not, I have to let him not have the chance to show off.

Aren’t you so good at poetry? I can’t use it even if I have the energy.

Having an idea in his mind, Wu Lun stood up with a yin smile and walked quickly into the bamboo forest.

Seeing Wu Lunxing's hurried look, Wu Jie knew that the boy must have come up with some bad idea, but he didn't take it seriously.

Through this period of hard work in the real society, he has memorized many Tang poetry, Song lyrics, and Eight Great Prose. Because the loss of time has happened repeatedly, under the pressure of survival, all his potential has exploded, which is better than the days when he was in the college entrance examination before.

Today's banquet was just about writing poems and lyrics, or about couplets, couplets, and even drinking orders. Wu Lun had the confidence to win the first prize.

In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is destined to have no market.

Wu Jie has strong confidence in this.

In a moment, Wu Lun came out with a young scholar.

All sentient beings stood up and saluted and listened to them. Only then did Wu Jie realize that the young scholar was Lin Tingchen, the cousin of Prefect Lin, and this banquet was specially set up for him.

Lin Ting and Chen had a few words to socialize with everyone, asking everyone to return to their original positions, and said that he would invite his brother, Prefect Lin and Mr. Yang Zongzhi to come out to meet everyone.

Everyone was excited again, and Wu Jie was alone in a remote corner, and no one paid attention to him. Night had already fallen, and in the light, Wu Jie's thin figure was straight and straight, leaving the world with a haggard person.

Only Wu Lun looked at him with a hint of pride.

Wu Jie was slightly stunned.

After a while, Chengdu magistrate Lin Bi and Yang Zongzhi also came out.

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