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Chapter 240 Invite Mr. Xiao to be a judge

Xing Yujie was so frightened that he hurriedly reached out his hand to cover her mouth, but Huoxue was dragged aside by Qian Huan to avoid her, and Xing Yujie said: "Master Huo, don't say that casually. Master Tang Ru has always been respected by literati. Knowing that you defame him, just one spit from each scholar can drown you."

Huoxue murmured: "So domineering, who is he? Since he is so respected by scholars, isn't he an official in the court?" She didn't remember anyone in the court who looked like a master.

Qian Huan's stern expression also cracked, and Xing Yujie laughed and said: "So you really don't know... This Tang Confucian master is a person who has passed away. His poems and paintings are very good, especially calligraphy, but due to various reasons, There are very few works handed down from generation to generation. A pair of his calligraphy starts at 1 taels of silver, and there is no market for the price."

Huoxue asked in surprise, "So valuable?"

Xing Yujie held back his chest: "You only see money?"

Huoxue took it for granted, "I don't know calligraphy."

Xing Yujie swallowed the depression in his chest, and said, "It's the truth, and I'm arguing with you... What are you doing?"

Huoxue wondered: "Why did Mr. Xiao give away such valuable calligraphy and paintings without blinking?" If she ignored the frightened and ostentatious expression on his face, she really thought he admired scholars.

Xing Yujie said with some contempt: "Here, this is the second of the four evils in the capital—Xiao Shumo. Although the name is Shumo, he is an idiot."

Speaking of this, I looked at Huoxue, afraid that she would misunderstand, and explained: "Hey, I didn't call someone who doesn't know how to read and write an idiot, but it's because he obviously doesn't know how to read and write, but he still likes to get into the crowd of scholars, and he likes to listen to others. Flatter him."

Huo Xue rolled her eyes, it's not that she doesn't know how to read and write, but she is also a serious college graduate and a top student who skipped a grade.

Doesn't Xiao Shumo just like to pretend to be 13 in front of scholars? Huoxue asked: "Then why is he a wicked young man? He pretends to pretend, at least he can afford the money." Much better than the talkative person .

Xing Yujie said: "Once someone points out that his poems and sentences are incomprehensible, or that his writing is crooked, or that he is not good, he will become angry and let his subordinates beat him up. The literati who have been violently tortured by him Not a lot. You are so talkative, don’t tell the truth when you meet him, hold back what you have to say.”

Huoxue didn't take it seriously, and asked instead: "Is beating someone illegal?"

Xing Yujie looked at her like an idiot: "It's said that she is one of the four evil young masters. The four young masters are good friends. This Xiao Shumo's family has been in business for generations. If you have money, you have power. What's more, there is the son of the Minister of the Ministry of War. in."

Huoxue propped her chin and muttered: "Unexpectedly... I thought that the current emperor was an upright official in power, but it turned out to be so dark."

Qian Huan said indifferently: "No matter how upright a Mingjun is, there will inevitably be people who are corrupt and pervert the law under the government."

Huoxue nodded, and suddenly the downstairs became lively, because the prizes were too attractive, and there were more and more participants, someone suggested: "There are so many people, we must find a judge, otherwise this person says this poem is good, and that person That song is good, how will the winner be decided?"

"Yes. Why don't you invite Mr. Xiao to be the judge?"

As soon as this person suggested, everyone felt a little embarrassed, but someone with a quick brain immediately responded, and said, "Yes, Mr. Xiao must be a judge. It's just that there can't be only one judge for such an important poetry competition."

(End of this chapter)