A moment ago, the brothel was filled with sadness.

The next moment, the pot exploded.

"Great, great! Mr. Zhao will come again in the future!"

"So, I can still wait for that poem?"

"Sure enough, Princess Anyang was just an accident. If Mr. Zhao really turned into a mortal because of her, then we really misjudged the person before!"

"Mother Yang, Mother Yang! Since Mr. Zhao is coming, why don't we hold a poetry appreciation conference? He just had his first night with Miss Li Shi seven days ago, and he shouldn't be tired of it yet. Compared with other brothels, we have unique advantages.

What a big advantage!”

"That's right! Miss Li Shi is now a famous courtesan in Kyoto. Mr. Zhao knows the taste of marrow, so he will definitely come to our Tianxiang Pavilion."

One girl after another encouraged her, and Mother Yang was also a little moved.

But she quickly gave up the idea, pointed at these girls and cursed angrily: "What are you talking nonsense about? The emperor just married off his favorite princess, and you want to drag his uncle into a brothel. What do you think?

Even if I die, I still want to live!"

As soon as these words came out, all the girls looked at each other.

Listening to what she said, it seemed to be the truth!

On the first day of their marriage, was it too much to drag his new uncle into a brothel in front of the emperor?

For a moment, they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

well!

The first day when Mr. Zhao was lost again.

Miss him.

…

It’s not just Kyoto that’s busy.

The palace was also very lively.

Outside the imperial study, Jiang Zheng was studying poetry with a group of literary officials.

Behind him hung two pairs of beautiful running scripts, which were written by Zhao Hao in the morning.

"What do you guys think of these two poems?"

Jiang Zheng had a smile on his face, and even a hint of amusement.

Zhao Hao's performance today was beyond his expectation. He was overjoyed to receive these two classic poems, and immediately ordered Eunuch Cao to release the title of "Dahuang Wenquxing".

It’s impossible not to make good use of such a treasure.

Huang Qi has just had its first cultural exchange. No matter what other countries think, they will definitely pay attention to the literary world of Huang Qi subconsciously.

With such a good opportunity, why not make Zhao Hao, a brat like him, a target to attract the attention of all countries?

Of course, this kind of attention must be mostly malicious, and it will definitely cause Zhao Hao a lot of obstacles.

But tripping is also a form of communication!

It's like you said you wanted to stay away from me forever, and then you came over and beat me and scolded me. So what's going on?

If you hit me and scold me, it means you can no longer ignore me!

Anyway, the literary world of Huang Country has become such a mess. No matter which country except Qi Country, if it takes a direct look at Huang Country, it will be completely defeated.

Just right!

The most handsome man in the barren country, the war god of brothels, was a talented man who could write poems that made countless literati sigh with admiration.

With such a status, are you angry when you look at him?

Do you want to hit him?

Come and fight!

I allow you to fight!

Anyway, you can’t kill him in the deserted Kyoto!

Jiang Zheng laughed so hard that his face almost burst into tears. I don’t even know how to lose in this confrontation!

As for Zhao Hao...

He didn't expect Zhao Hao to be able to defeat the literati of other countries. As long as they could show off a few moves, it would be a great victory for the Huang country.

As for whether Zhao Hao will be criticized or insulted after his defeat.

What does this do to me?

Anyway, you won't lose a piece of meat, let alone your life.

Jiang Zheng became more and more proud as he thought about it. He looked at the literati who were whispering and said with feigned anger: "My dear friends, why don't you speak? Is it possible that the poems written by this dandy are so unpalatable that just commenting on them makes your mouth dirty?"

Hearing that the emperor was angry, Qin Ke, the Minister of Rites, immediately said: "Go back to the emperor! This man has excellent literary talent!"

As soon as Qin Ke opened his mouth, other literati also agreed.

"Yes! Such a poem is worthy of the word "great talent."

"If there is such a person in the literary world of the deserted country, the five countries of the Central Plains will definitely catch up with him."

"As far as poetry is concerned, he is already a leader among the younger generation in the wilderness."

Among these people, some are veteran civil servants and some are young talents, and they are not ranked according to seniority based on official positions.

Although they are all compliments, their meanings are slightly different.

Jiang Zheng snorted: "Are you only a leader among the younger generation? Are these two poems by Liu Shilang and Zhao Hao capable of being written by anyone in your generation?"

This Minister Liu is the Minister of Household Affairs. When the emperor asked this question, his old face turned red with shame and he hesitated: "No, no... Mainly these two poems are about love and love. We are both very old."

Already..."

Jiang Zheng couldn't help but sneer: "Is it so difficult to admit that my uncle is excellent?"

Then his eyes scanned everyone again and looked at the old man at the head: "Prime Minister! What do you think of these two poems?"

The prime minister's name was Xun Yue. Hearing Jiang Zheng's roll call, he smiled slightly, stepped forward and said, "I am ashamed to hear these poems. If I can compose such poems at such an age, why would our desolate country suffer so much?"

Having been looked down upon for decades and regarded as barbarians by the five countries of the Central Plains?"

Jiang Zheng smiled and said: "Liu Shilang, look at how open-minded the Prime Minister is."

Liu Shilang quickly lowered his head and was speechless for a long time, his old face flushed with embarrassment.

Xun Yue stood there, looking very embarrassed.

Jiang Zheng then said: "Prime Minister, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

Xun Yue then bowed slightly and said: "I do admire this poem, but it is all about the love between men and women. The article is to convey the Tao, and as a minister, you should share the worries of the king and serve the country.

Although Zhao Hao has great literary talents, he has not put his mind on the right path and has no help in governing the country. I am deeply saddened that such a genius has gone astray!"

Jiang Zheng looked neither happy nor sad, and turned to look at Qin Ke: "Qin Shangshu, what do you think?"

Qin Ke hurriedly said: "What the Prime Minister said makes sense. If literature cannot govern the country and govern the world, it will have no meaning. Zhao Hao's talent is really used in the wrong place."

Jiang Zheng looked at others: "What do you think?"

Liu Shilang was the first to stand up: "As the grandson of the Duke of Zhenguo, Zhao Hao should have his family and country at heart, but he didn't expect to waste his talent on such extravagant poems. This really makes the ministers indignant."

Everyone looked at each other and agreed.

"Yeah! What a waste!"

"I was born in Zhenguofu, but I don't have any feelings about my family and country. It's really puzzling!"

"The Duke of Zhenguo was brought up lazy and it is a pity to raise such a grandson!"

"Zhao Hao is such a waste of talent and does not deserve the title of 'Dahuang Wenquxing'!"

Everyone's words changed from praise just now to criticism now in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Zheng was furious: "Talent is talent, what do you mean by not following the right path? You slanderous literati have said so many things about Zhao Hao, but there is one person who makes the Great Wilderness literary world so proud like today? Hiding behind and criticizing A young man, each one is more active than the other! Why did I raise a bunch of trash like you!"

The more he talked, the angrier he became. He immediately slapped the case and left.

Everyone looked at each other in shock. They didn't expect that the emperor would be so angry.

No one saw that the moment Jiang Zheng turned around and left, a smile appeared on his lips.

Wen Chen, there is finally a tendency to become a team.

Although this rope is still a little fragile now, given time, it may not be able to restrain his old buddy.

As for whether Zhao Hao took the wrong path...

What I want is for him to go astray!

If you don’t write about romance, what can you write about?

Write about Anguo policy?

He is the only grandson of my old man!

I...don't want to kill him yet.

After leaving the study room, Jiang Zheng sat in a sedan chair and hummed a little tune before returning to Qianqing Palace.

As soon as he entered the palace gate, Eunuch Cao walked over with small steps.

"Your Majesty! After returning to Zhenguo Mansion, Zhao Hao made a lot of little moves."

"Um?"
Chapter completed!