Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

The king of Linzi widely distributed the posts of heroes, ah no, widely distributed the posts of talents, and sent them to the south of the Yangtze River.The news that Mr. Jinghong was about to reopen the Poetry Competition was spread by word of mouth.

Wu Lang heard that Liu Jinghong vomited blood after hearing the news.

Wu Lang pretended to be surprised, and asked, "I vomited a few liters, can I call the doctor?"

Mingyue was taken aback by the question, she didn't know how to answer, why did the master's tone seem not right.Aren't ordinary people supposed to ask why? Why did they come to the master and have such a strange reaction?

"Send some donkey-hide gelatin to Mr. Jinghong to replenish blood."

"Let the servants take the time to clean out those dilapidated courtyard houses. Repairs that need to be repaired, paint that needs to be painted, and those noble guests must not be neglected."

"……Yes."

Wu Lang flipped through the pages of the account book in his hand, and quickly browsed through the applications for withdrawing large sums of money. If you draw a circle with a red pen, you agree, and if you cross it, you reject it.

He was in a good mood now, and he made a few more circles.

Liu Jinghong didn't take silver as silver, thinking that all the money came from the flood.How could Wu Lang not be angry.But he has to maintain the image of a villain in the mall and a good man at home, so on the surface he has to be tolerant and humble in everything.Whatever Liu Jinghong did was right, nothing should be blamed.

But do you think the young master can't cure you?

Liu Jinghong is so proud, the former number one talented scholar in Yongning, the current emperor's guest in the East Palace, is now Linzi King's bedside and guest.He is no longer the young man who was yearned for by tens of thousands of talented people when he held a poetry competition in Yongning.In Linzi King's Poetry Competition, he was also known as Young Master Jinghong, but his identity had already changed in thousands of ways.

What he didn't want to face was this unspeakable identity.

Once the so-called Poetry Competition held by the King of Linzi was tantamount to pulling the fig leaf, tearing off his clothes and letting him be naked to accept the contempt of the world's literati.

With his spirit, it's no wonder he doesn't vomit blood.

Is Liu Jinghong pitiful? He is quite pitiful.But why did Wu Lang feel sorry for him.Doesn't the king of Linzi know the deep effect of this so-called Poetry Competition? No, he does.But King Linzi is more active than anyone else, he is happy to tell the world that Liu Jinghong is his man.As for what Liu Jinghong thought in his heart, that was secondary.

Liu Jinghong made him unhappy, and he made Liu Jinghong unhappy, it's as simple as that.

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Linzi Prince's Mansion, and even Nanlin haven't been this lively for a long time.

Ever since those talent posts were posted, Pian Pian Er Lang, who is strange and good-looking, drove past the gate of Nanlin City every day.

The common people were curious to see these good sons at first, but after seeing many of them, they were no longer surprised.

The Linzi Palace welcomes guests one after another, and the maids and attendants are as busy as spinning tops, never touching the ground.

The guests have arrived, Liu Jinghong has to host the poetry competition even if he doesn't want to, otherwise these people will really lose their reputation and make people laugh at them if they go back.I don't know how I will be condemned.

Needless to say, the grand occasion of the Poetry Contest, Wu Lang spent so much money on it, the effect is definitely not inferior to the concert of modern top singers.

Little Pangdun was very interested in this poetry competition, but Wu Lang ordered him to stay in the Tuotian Courtyard.

Some free and unrestrained literati are especially fond of Wushisan. This thing is almost equivalent to ancient drugs. After being praised by those three-inch scholars, how can a kid who has not had much knowledge resist the temptation? .

Little Fatty asked: "Mr. Langhuan, what is Wushi San?"

Wu Lang said: "It's the things whose intestines will rot if you eat them. If your intestines are rotten, you can't eat almond tofu and crystal elbows."

The little fat pier is like facing a big enemy: "Then I will never touch it in the future!"

Wu Lang patted his head: "Good boy."

After leaving the Tuotian Courtyard, the fat steward who was waiting outside came up to him and asked how he should prepare the menu for the evening banquet.Wu Lang directly sent him to Qingyayuan, and he should go to Mr. Heng Lian for such a pretentious matter.How does he know how to curry favor with those picky wits.

"I'll go to Zhang Shitang, Mingyue, you go back to Langhuan Pavilion first. If the people from Lord Henglian come to invite me to the big banquet, they will say that I'm not feeling well and can't go."

"Yes, master."

Wu Lang parted ways with Mingyue at the fork in the road.

He didn't like to take a sedan chair in the palace, so he researched a lot of paths that didn't require detours.

Not long after leaving today, I suddenly heard a clear voice from behind.

"Brother, please stay!"

Wu Lang turned his head, and saw a tall slender young man walking towards him quickly. The young man was wearing a jujube-colored double-breasted gown, and the hem of the clothes was embroidered with flying cranes soaring into the air, as if he was about to fly out of the hem as he walked.Looking up, I saw this young man with a jade-like crown, long eyebrows drawn into his temples, and bright eyes as bright as the moon. Everyone who saw it was amazed, a handsome young man, a good man in troubled times.

At this time, the young man in jujube clothes was panting slightly, with thin sweat on his face, looking at Wu Lang as if seeing a savior.

"Cui Yuan in Lower Boling, I don't really get lost here, how dare I ask brother Tai Dou Shihui how to go?"

"It turned out to be Mr. Cui. It's a pleasure to meet you. It's not very far from here to the Dou Shihui. Mr. Cui only needs to turn left at the fork in front of you and go straight. When you encounter the fork, turn left again and go straight. All the way to the end is the Poetry Competition."

"So that's it. Thank you, Xiongtai. I don't know the name of Xiongtai. If you also come to this poetry competition, it would be wonderful to go along the way."

"Brother Cui is polite, your name is not worth mentioning. How dare you participate in the poetry competition if you have the talent. If Mr. Cui is in a hurry, you should leave as soon as possible. Today's poetry competition will start soon."

After Wu Lang finished speaking, he turned around to leave, but Cui Yuan hurriedly called out from behind: "Brother, I wonder if we can meet again in the future?"

Wu Lang turned his head and smiled at him: "Mr. Cui, if you believe in fate, just follow the fate and leave."

Thinking about it in his mind, the Cui family in Boling, if this Cui family is the Cui family he knows, then Cui Yuan's identity should not be much different after all.

The son of a famous family has nothing to do with him.

Hurrying to Zhang Shitang, Wu Lang quickly put this encounter behind him.Dou Lian led him into the back pavilion, where there was already a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, a coarse cloth bunt, and a strong and burly figure waiting inside.Dou Lian quickly withdrew and let the two of them talk alone.

"What's your name?" Wu Lang asked.

"Returning to the adults, the younger one's name is Zhao San."

"Do you know what I asked you to do?"

"The little ones only know the craft of digging and shoveling tunnels. I think the grown-ups are looking for the little ones to make a few tunnels."

"You know it in your heart." Wu Lang randomly pulled out a partial floor plan of the palace from his sleeve, handed it to Zhao San, pointed to the location of the Huanshu Courtyard, and asked, "If I want you to dig a tunnel directly leading to this courtyard from the outside, How much silver and time do you need."

Zhao San took the paper and studied it carefully, and after a long time he hesitated and said: "If there is only one villain, and the precise location is required, I am afraid it will take more than a year, and it will take eight or nine months at the earliest. As for the silver... ..." Zhao San subconsciously licked his lips, wanting to observe his words before making a decision, but when he met Wu Lang's cold black eyes, his heart trembled with fright, and he didn't dare to play tricks again, so he answered honestly : "No more than a hundred taels, my lord."

"One year is too slow, money is not an issue."

"The villain also has a few familiar colleagues..."

Wu Lang interrupted him: "If outsiders know about this, one hundred taels of silver is enough to add a good coffin for you."

Zhao San was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his body shook like chaff: "Little man, remember!"

"So, you can talk about it in a few days now."

"Half a year...just half a year! My lord, there is absolutely no moisture this time."

Wu Lang silently glanced at Zhao San, took out a large silver coin from his pocket and handed it over: "This is 200 taels, is it enough?"

Zhao San's eyes lit up, and he nodded his head like garlic: "That's enough, that's enough, thank you, my lord!"

"Okay, back off."

"Yes."

Staring at the figure of Zhao San happily leaving with the money, Wu Lang felt an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.

Stretching out his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows, Wu Lang comforted himself, maybe he was overthinking.

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