"Report to Lord Lin, Nan Wall is now posting test questions, and the paste was prepared and dried up early. Now the villain is about to go to the Ministry of Works to find another bucket." The little official was panicked and respectful.

Lin Ruhai's face was cold:

"Go and go quickly, don't delay the time!"

The Ministry of Rites will post the scope of the spring exam for the coming year on time at the beginning of today's Si hour to tell students all over the world that many young talents will come to the Ministry of Rites to view the questions or excerpts, and do not delay the time.

"Yes! Yes!" the little official trotted and left with a troop.

"Let Lord Zhao, you are a joke." Lin Ruhai sighed.

"Where..." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled:

"Sir Lin, why don't you go to the south wall of the Ministry of Rites to watch the chopping?

I'm a little curious..."

......

Kyoto, south of the Castle.

Sixteen young talents asked passers-by and walked towards Wuya Pavilion under the guidance of passers-by.

Zhao Wujiang's poems have been spread outside Kyoto, and they have spread farther and farther away. All the students and scholars of Daxia are amazed.

These sixteen young talents came to Wuya Pavilion to visit the poet Master Zhao in their hearts.

They talked and laughed, were polite to each other, and from time to time they recited a few poems circulated in Daxia, which attracted the cheers of others.

The poems surrounded the mountains and attracted passers-by to watch frequently, but they were no longer surprised. The poems of the Lord of Wuya Pavilion have long been spread throughout the streets and alleys, and everyone has heard of them.

"It's a pity that Lord Zhao is from Lanxin, but I have never seen him in Lanxin." One of the sixteen people was wearing a black robe like ink and had handsome eyebrows. He was from Lanxin City, Lanzhou, Daxia, and was called Zhu Youwen.

"I think Master Zhao was young and traveled around the world, and went through the ups and downs along the way, and saw thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, so that he could be free and easy in his poems today." Someone sighed that he was Wang Jue from the scholarly family and the Wang family of Wenshui.

Wang Jue is also dressed in black.

Of course, all sixteen of them were in black.

The reason is nothing else, just because they heard that the Lord Zhao, whom they admired, often dressed in black clothes like black, and was majestic.

Others around him agreed, and most of the words were speculations about Zhao Wujiang. They were guessing what this rumored handsome, uninformed and gentle talented man looked like.

As Wuya Pavilion got closer, many of them gradually silenced and remained quiet, as if they were heading to Wuya Pavilion, an underground gang in Kyoto, but the holy land in their hearts.

At the same time, they were becoming more and more nervous. How should they ask him when they saw Lord Zhao? How should they express their admiration? How should they not be humble or arrogant?

When they walked to the gate of Wuya Pavilion, the three big words "Flying Dragons and Phoenixes" on the plaque made them admire them again:

"My life is boundless, but knowledge is boundless.

He started his sect with the word Wuya, and he deserved to be the Lord Zhao."

They also saw girls in dresses beside the Wuya Pavilion gate, with different clothes and colors, all of whom were discussing shyly and carefully, and from time to time, people giggled shyly.

Zhu Youwen pricked up his ears and faintly heard the three people of "Geonggee Master Zhao", and then they suddenly realized that these girls should also admire Gaeonggee Master Zhao.

Wang Jue, the Wenshui Wang family, gently held his long sleeves, and he gently knocked on the door knocker of Wuya Pavilion, and heard the shy and exclaimed among the girls beside him:

"Oh, sisters, he knocked on the door knocker. What if Lord Zhao came out?"

Isn’t it just to meet when I admire the visit? Wang Jue looked puzzled, but he quickly realized that these girls were afraid of meeting and did not dare to meet each other, for fear of disturbing Lord Zhao.

The sound of footsteps in the door approached, Wang Jue, Zhu Youwen and others took a deep breath and sorted out their clothes.
Chapter completed!