The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

why not?

He frowned slightly, thought hard for a while, and asked doubtfully, "Who is Fang Yiru?"

Everyone: "..."

Good guy, he's short of pooping at the gate of your Zhenguo Mansion, you don't even know who he is.

Someone reminded in a low voice: "Fang Yiru is that Jin scholar!"

He looked puzzled: "Ann?"

The man explained: "He is the gentleman invited by the Zhen Guo Mansion a few days ago."

"Ann? My family also needs a husband?"

"Did you forget? It's the one who was slapped by you and General Shenwu, and his teeth were knocked out!"

"I remembered!"

Zhao Hao slapped his forehead and couldn't help complaining: "Didn't it be over if you said that earlier? Don't worry, I'll hang him up and beat him tomorrow!"

Only then did everyone smile knowingly, thinking that Zhao Hao is the number one dude in the deserted country, and that disgusting people really have a hand.

He hadn't gone out in Zhen Guo Mansion for the past few days, and everyone was really worried that he would really wither.

Seeing that Zhao Hao was still so arrogant, everyone was finally relieved.

Zhao Hao waved his hands at everyone: "After the Mid-Autumn Festival, our teahouse will officially open. Not only can we listen to the complete "The Son-in-law" every day, but also "The Story of the West Chamber" for everyone to enjoy. I hope everyone will join us!"

After speaking, he waved his hand and left with a smile, leaving only the whispering crowd.

"My son-in-law is finally leaving home, I've been waiting impatiently, I'm almost tired of watching the first half!"

"The other side of Xinyue Tea House is so crowded these days, many people haven't even seen one, how did you do it?"

"Me! I hung for two days on a tree by the bank."

"Ah this..."

"Hey! When they officially open, it will cost money to listen to the show again!"

"Why? You still want to be a prostitute for nothing, with such a big face?"

"Let's not talk about it, the Mid-Autumn Festival is not far away, I have to go to the other side of the river to get a seat first!"

"That's right, I guess this is the only chance to watch "The Female Consort" for free!"

"Hehe, the other side? Even the dogs don't go!"

"Could it be that you want to spend a lot of money to buy an elegant seat?"

"No money! But I think the best place to go now is the White Horse Guild Hall!"

"That's right! How arrogant are those grandchildren of the Four Kingdoms these days? Go and slap them in the face!"

"go!"

……

White Horse Hall.

Fang Yiru was almost exhausted these days, and stayed at the gate of Zhen Guo Mansion from morning to night every day. Although the only thing he could do was clamor and fight poetry with Zhao Hao, but after all, he was old, and his back was sore every day when he came back.

So, he decided to take a vacation for himself today and come to the White Horse Hall to process the order.

After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and it's time to hit the performance.

After a busy morning, he had just sat down to take a sip of tea when he heard a commotion outside.

He stopped a young man casually, and said with displeasure: "Who is making noise outside?"

These days, there are more than 40 poems by his side, and these days he speaks and behaves with a hint of arrogance.

The young man looked at him in awe: "They are all from the deserted country, and they said that they want you to go out to compete in poetry, sir!"

"Dou Shi?"

Fang Yiru frowned, and then said with a contemptuous smile: "What? Those people from the barren country think they can do it again? I didn't go to block the gate of the Zhen Guo Mansion today, but did they block the old man's door instead?"

But he soon realized that something was wrong. People in the deserted country are relatively simple-minded, and they are always unreasonable, but when they are unreasonable, they usually hold back and don't speak.

But now...

He quickly asked, "Has Zhao Hao written a poem yet?"

"I did it!"

The young man nodded, then shook his head again: "But I didn't do it completely!"

Fang Yiru was a little impatient: "Do you want to do it or not!"

The young man was a little unhappy being scolded, so he simply took out the flyer from his arms: "Look for yourself!"

After all, just leave directly.

"This young man, do you know how to respect elders?"

Fang Yiru cursed from afar, then looked at the flyer, and when he saw the last sentence, his pupils shrank.

"Nung, moon and new moon!"

"Ah this..."

He suddenly felt a little flustered, he is a literati, how could he fail to appreciate the artistic conception of this sentence?

On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, whether it is the businessmen of the five countries in the Central Plains who are stationed in the desert to do business, or the empty-nest veterans whose children guard the frontiers of the desert country, the lethality is so great that there is no limit.

Besides, even if you only read this sentence, it is no less classic than "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk"!

Isn't Zhao Hao exhausted?Why can such a classic word be made?

He originally thought that "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk" had already won, but now it seems...

If there is another sentence no less than the last sentence in Zhao Hao's queer word, then I'm afraid I will really lose.

If he loses, wouldn't he be...

Thinking of the five thousand gold and the order worth [-] gold, Fang Yiru felt like falling into an ice cellar for a moment!