The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

In short, in this white whoring contest, those who arrived early were basically eliminated by falling into the river.

Except for the ones that hang from the trees...

Zhao Hao rubbed his head, and said to the people swimming in the river: "Thank you for your support. From now on, our Qingyue class will have drama every night, so there is no need to rush."

For this statement, most people smiled and expressed their understanding.

After all, after so many days of whoring for nothing, Zhao Hao's image in the eyes of the people in the capital has been washed out a lot.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the time to enter the arena was approaching, so Zhao Hao came directly to the main entrance.

The people in the yamen are checking the identities of the spectators. After all, those who can afford to reserve seats are unlikely to be unknown people in Beijing, but it is easy to confirm their identities. Even if something goes wrong, it is impossible for these people to go wrong.

Thinking of these, the hidden worries in Zhao Hao's heart eased a lot.

After all, this Mid-Autumn Festival is the day when I make money, and I am really afraid that those uninvited guests will make trouble.

The audience who entered the venue, regardless of whether they were familiar with him or not, greeted Zhao Hao when they saw him.

"Master Zhao!"

"Young Master Zhao is truly a great talent, we came here specially to pay tribute to the birth of the famous book through the ages!"

"I'm a rough person, I don't know poetry, so I came here to watch "The Consort"!"

"I'm different from them. I'm here to wait for the oiran election, but it's not embarrassing to prostitute for nothing!"

Zhao Hao also returned the gifts one by one. These are all leeks that he has cut off a crop, and he must be treated kindly.

After a while, the retail investors were almost all there, filling the back seats to the brim.

Zhao Hao waited at the gate with a smile on his face. After all, the masters are always the last to appear.

Sure enough, a few familiar faces appeared the next moment.

He immediately grinned and greeted him affectionately: "Hey! Isn't this Mr. Fang from the Jin Kingdom? Long time no see!"

The person who came was none other than a well-known literati in the four kingdoms stationed in the desert.

Seeing Zhao Hao approaching, Fang Yiru took a step back subconsciously, and said with a slightly leaky mouth: "Young Master Zhao, you don't have to pretend to be intimate, I'm not familiar! Really unfamiliar!"

Although they had been fighting to the death both openly and secretly, this was really the second time the two met.

The last time we met, he was slapped twice, and he had already cast a shadow on Zhao.

Zhao Haocai didn't care if he retreated or not, he grabbed his hand immediately: "You are too polite, I think the seat you reserved is [-] gold, and the money is all in my pocket, I'm not familiar yet ! Six hundred gold, you have to teach Zhen Guogong's only grandson twice to earn it!"

Fang Yiru: "..."

The other people in the four countries also thought it was a little funny, but they were worried that laughing would hurt Fang Yiru's feelings.

this guy...

Talking is really hurt, one sentence tears two wounds.

I don't know what's wrong with Fang Yiru. He even borrowed the money to buy the seat.

He also specifically mentioned the three hundred gold that he had to leave after being slapped at the gate of Zhen Guo Mansion last time.

Of course, they saw the second layer, not the third.

They didn't know that Zhao Hao was mainly grateful to Fang Yiru for spending a lot of money to buy poetry books. Although he didn't know how much it was for the time being, it must be quite a lot.

Otherwise... a mere six hundred gold is worthy of me thanking you?

Zhao Hao cupped his hands at the crowd: "Everyone, eat and drink well, and make friends through literature!"

After all, he made a gesture of invitation to them.

Everyone looked at each other, and then they took their seats together, and persuaded Fang Yiru, who looked at his livid face.

"Mr. Fang, don't take Zhao Hao's words to heart!"

"Yes! Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second. Even if he writes this Que Mid-Autumn Ci very well, so what?"

"That's right! Even if you really create a famous poem through the ages, how much impact will it have?"

"At that time, we will write a letter to our mother country together, and set all Zhao Hao's poetry and drama books as banned books. No matter how talented he is, he will be able to make waves in an acre of land in the barren country. Are these people in the barren country barbarians? Barbarians!"

"In this way, when you go back, you will still have a talented man with a hundred poems in your hand, and the affairs of the barren country will not affect you in any way."

Everyone kept comforting, but Fang Yiru couldn't listen to a word.

I know that news can be blocked, and I know that Zhao Hao's stuff can be set as a banned book.

But so what?

The key issue now is that someone wants to kill me!

There is only one sentence in his mind now:

The other sentences of this que must collapse!

The other sentences of this que must collapse!

The other sentences of this que must collapse!

Zhao Hao didn't care about the situation with the literati of the Four Kingdoms at all, because he didn't care whether he could win or not from the beginning to the end.

As a marketing account, what he needs is popularity and traffic, and both the common people and the powerful are willing to pay for themselves.

As for the literati of the Four Kingdoms, they are nothing more than dregs of medicine. Who cares about the feelings of dregs of medicine?

At this time, another group of seven or eight people rushed in.

"Zhao Hao! You miss me so much!"

"Meng Longtang, Zhou Jiufeng, why are you welcoming guests?"

"Nephew, let my sister-in-law see you!"

A young man who looked like a general came over.

All of them are tall and straight, with a murderous look between their eyebrows and eyes. No matter what their cultivation level is, just looking at their temperament, they are completely different from the dudes in the capital.

Down to 15-year-old Feng Wanjun who grew up in the army, up to 31-year-old Meng Shengnan, the sister-in-law of the Meng family!

Fog grass!