Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 32 Is that poem written by Cui Anshan?
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Doctor Yu Shi felt that he had heard wrong.

The Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites and the Minister of the Ministry of Officials trembled with their hands holding the wine glasses, their faces full of disbelief.

Wang Yifang's eyes widened, his breathing was rapid, and he was full of surprise:
"You, you, you yellow-mouthed child, your mouth is full of absurdity, you say it is you"

Doctor Yushi suddenly stood up, pointing at Zhao Wujiang with trembling fingers.

"It's not me, is it you?"

Zhao Wujiang stretched out his hand and slapped away Doctor Yushi's hand pointing at his nose, and interrupted him in a cold voice.

Doctor Yushi blushed and slumped down on the armchair.

Zhao Wujiang looked around at the crowd with different expressions, and laughed.

"Actually, it's not my fault."

He opened his mouth lightly, his eyes full of brilliance.

Everyone looked at his drunken expression, and they were not stupid enough to interrupt him.

Zhao Wujiang raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, exhaling alcohol: "I traveled to the fairy world in my dream, and brought what I saw in the fairy world to this world!"

Upon hearing this, Doctor Yushi laughed miserably and became even more depressed.

Minister of the Ministry of Rites laughed at himself, and sighed, he raised his wine glass to respect Zhao Wujiang because of the tendency of scholars.

Zhao Wujiang nodded with a smile, since the Minister of Rites intended to show his favor, then naturally he would not intentionally be hostile again.

"It's my officer who was rude, and I offended you just now. Mr. Zhao's talent is admirable!"

The official minister's face was full of sincerity, but he gritted his teeth fiercely in his heart, and his heart of resentment and jealousy was about to overflow from his heart.

Wang Yifang grabbed Zhao Wujiang's shoulder, smiled and blamed:

"Master Zhao, we had a good talk yesterday, why didn't you tell Brother Wei about this?"

"Hey, what's there to say?"

"Master Zhao, if I had your talent, I would let the whole world know how talented I, Wang Yifang, is!"

Looking at Wang Yifang's expression at the moment, Zhao Wujiang felt that this person was quite funny.

The two clinked glasses and smiled at each other.

The other three examiners toasted one after another, talking about their admiration.

During the banquet, there were staggered toasts, some people were happy and some were lonely.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, everyone left with fists in their hands.

Outside the gate of Zhu's mansion, the servant of the Ministry of officials.

Wang Yifang was full of alcohol and pulled Zhao Wujiang tightly, he insisted on pulling Zhao Wujiang to worship.

You said that after you sworn obeisance to me, you can be regarded as the son-in-law of Duke Wei's nephew, and no one will dare to manipulate you in the future.

Zhao Wujiang looked at Wang Yifang who was getting drunk, shook his head and smiled wryly, he could see that Wang Yifang was sincere.

The two sworn brothers with different surnames under the strange eyes of the old servant of the Wang family.

While reading the oath, Wang Yifang yelled, "I don't want to be born in the same year and the same month, but I want to die in the same year and the same month." Zhao Wujiang was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth.

Wang Yifang is about 40 years old, and he is only in his twenties. If he died in the same year, the same month and the same day, how bad am I?

The old servant of the Wang family helped Wang Yifang into the carriage, saluted Zhao Wujiang, and then drove away.

Looking at the Zhu Mansion where the guests were gone, Zhao Wujiang tightened his clothes, walked alone under the moonlight, and walked towards the palace.

……

Not long after he left, a carriage came and stopped in front of the Zhu Mansion.

Walking out of the carriage was a son, dressed in brocade clothes and holding a folding fan.

If Cui Anshan, who competed with Zhao Wujiang and wrote poems, was here, he would be able to recognize that this young man is the young man surnamed Zhu who praised him so much at the banquet in Cui's mansion.

Zhu Chengxiao walked through the courtyard all the way, servants greeted him one after another on the way, and finally, he stopped at the study of Zhu Youci, the servant of the Ministry of officials.

"Uncle Ci, my filial son is asking to see you."

"come in."

Hearing this voice, Zhu Chengxiao frowned. Uncle Xiao seemed to have something on his mind.

He opened the door and entered, and saw Zhu Youci, the servant of officials sitting on a wooden chair, holding a piece of paper with poems written on it, shaking his head and sighing.

Zhu Chengxiao took a closer look and found Qingping Tune copied on the paper.

"Xiao'er, tell me, how could there be such a talented person?" the official minister said, his tone full of sighs.

"Uncle Ci is right, this person is indeed extremely talented, but Xiao'er is lucky to know the poet."

"Huh? You said you met him? When?"

"Just a few days ago, my nephew attended his banquet."

"Government banquet?"

Zhu Chengxiao looked a little complacent: "Brother Cui was entertaining everyone at the time. He was imposing and low-key. If I hadn't been careful, I wouldn't have discovered that he was the one who made this peaceful tune."

"Brother Cui? Cui Anshan?" The official minister's eyes widened. Wasn't this poem written by Zhao Wujiang?

"Brother Cui Anshan is a talented scholar of the Qinghe Cui family. This talent is full of talent. He composed the poem Qingping Diao in the Harem Poetry Association."

Zhu Chengxiao had a look of admiration on his face.

"Xiaoer, are you serious?"

The servant of the official department was short of breath, it turned out that Zhao Wujiang was lying!
When Zhu Chengxiao heard it, he had an unquestionable expression on his face, and said: "Of course it is serious, so many talented scholars and students were present at the banquet that day, can my nephew still lie to you?

If Uncle Ci doesn't believe it, you can ask them on the day of the imperial examination. "

Seeing his nephew's determined expression, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials was overjoyed.

You little secretary Lang, you really are full of absurd people, if not Xiaoer, I would have been deceived by you. He was planning in his mind, and a plan was quietly growing in his heart.

"On the day of the imperial examination, I will definitely make you unable to get down in front of everyone, and you will be infamous forever!"

……

The next day.

Zhaoyi Palace.

Wu Meiniang has finished dressing up and is looking forward to Zhao Wujiang's arrival.

On the table in the bedroom, there are all kinds of exquisite pastries.

Beside the pastry, Qing'er was staring with big eyes, his eyes shining brightly.

She was so hungry that she wanted to pick up a piece of pastry and put it in her mouth, but she stretched out her hand, saw Wu Meiniang's stern eyes, snorted, and then retracted.

"Zhao Wujiang asks to see you!"

A majestic and magnetic voice sounded outside the door.

(End of this chapter)