Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 23 Willing to be a pawn of the general!
Zhang Ji pinched his thigh fiercely, and the severe pain from his leg made him know that the scene in front of him was not a dream.

This time, at a loss, it became him.

Originally relying on the prepared poems, Zhang Ji was going to humiliate Wang Xiao who had been at odds with him in the capital, and after resolving his personal grievances, he would complete his ambition.

Although he said that to realize his aspirations, he needed the consent of the Patriarch of the Wang Family, the Great General, King Tieshan of Zhenbei, but he believed that the famous Duke of Zhenbei would definitely not be like his youngest son. . . .

But from the very beginning, his plan was shattered by an unknown pawn who appeared out of nowhere.

Just as Zhang Ji was grimly thinking about what to do next, the voice of signing up suddenly came from outside.

"The general is here!"

Everyone on the field stood up and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Wang Tieshan walked over with Wang Yu and Wang Wei in a hurry.

"Fortunately, I didn't miss the most exciting part." Before Wang Tieshan arrived, the heroic voice came in.

He walked to the center of the field, looked at Chen Ping standing there, a strange look flashed in his eyes, then he walked up to Chen Ping, and took the paper on which the poem was written in his hand.

"Let me see, this year, what kind of famous articles will the great talents in the capital use to educate those little bastards in my Wang family who only know how to wield knives and guns."

He carefully looked at the poem in his hand.

The scene became very embarrassing for a while. . . .Zhang Ji hated not being able to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Suddenly, Wang Tieshan walked to the river, picked up a wine glass from the table, looked at it, was not very satisfied, threw it aside, then directly picked up the wine jar next to it, slapped the mud on it, and drank directly to his mouth .

Wang Wei next to him was about to cry. . . .

Niu Yin took a breath, and Wang Tieshan wiped his mouth.

"Good poetry! Good wine! With such a great talent, why worry about being immortal! Hahahaha!"

After laughing for a while, Wang Tieshan looked at Zhang Ji, who was stunned. This young man was obviously the leader of the scholars in the capital, and Zhang Ji's current image fell into Wang Tieshan's eyes. Tieshan subconsciously regarded him as the author of the poem in his hand.

He walked up to Zhang Ji and bowed respectfully.

This ceremony does not ask about status, only about talent. (Salute to the ancient sages who left us with so many beautiful poems!)
"Mr. Talent!"

Seeing Wang Tieshan walking in front of him and saluting, Zhang Ji was so frightened that he took several steps back, waving his hands frantically as he retreated.

Wang Luo, who was enduring his stomach ache with a smile, suddenly remembered a word.

social death.

"Why are you so humble, sir? I know the level of education of these brats in my family. They only know how to practice martial arts all day long. Letting them write poetry is much more difficult than letting them kill people."

Zhang Ji already had the heart to draw his sword and kill himself.

It wasn't until then that Chen Ping, who was on the side, stepped forward to relieve Zhang Ji.

"General, this poem was indeed not written by scholars in the capital."

Wang Tieshan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Who did that?"

"It was done by the children of my royal family."

Wang Tieshan glanced at the poem in his hand, and then glanced at Chen Ping in disbelief.

"Does my royal family also have a Wenqu star coming down to earth? Who is it?"

Chen Ping smiled lightly.

"This poem is exactly what Wang Luo did."

Wang Luo's thin figure became so tall in Wang Tieshan's eyes at this moment.

He walked quickly to Wang Luo's side and grabbed Wang Luo's hand.

"Little Wang Luo, is this poem really made by you?"

Wang Luo nodded, and couldn't help but apologize to Lu You in his heart.

"Da Da Lu, I'm sorry for plagiarizing your masterpiece, I hope your spirit in heaven can forgive me, I will definitely let more people know about your masterpiece in this world..."

Just when he was thinking wildly, Wang Tieshan's laughter came from his ear again.

"Okay, okay, I knew little Wang Luo would be promising. I've seen this kid as smart since I was a child."

There is an unconcealable complacency in the laughter.

At this time, the initial freezing rain has slowly turned into snowflakes. Fortunately, most people in the Northern Wilderness practice martial arts and live in the cold Northern Wilderness all year round, so they are used to it.

And Wang Tieshan suddenly looked at the snowflakes floating in the sky, then at Wang Luo in front of him, and suddenly took off the cloak on his body, and put it on Wang Luo's body.

"You don't know how to practice martial arts, your body is weak, and the weather is cold, so don't catch a cold."

Wang Tieshan, who was only wearing ordinary clothes inside, seemed unaware of the cold weather.

"Everyone, such a weather, such a masterpiece, should be revealed!"

The people nearby who reacted quickly raised their wine glasses.

And Wang Wei quietly mentioned the jar where Wang Tieshan drank just now, and greedily poured it into his mouth.

At the same time, Zhang Ji, who had already died, suddenly strode up to Wang Tieshan as if he had made up his mind.

Wang Tieshan looked at the scholar from the capital whom he had misidentified just now, wondering what he was going to do.

Zhang Ji came to Wang Tieshan, knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and said, "I have admired General Wang's name for a long time in the capital. If the general does not give up, I am willing to be the general's pawn and fight against the northern barbarians together!"

At the same time, students from other capitals also came behind Zhang Ji.

"Willing to be a pawn of the general! Fight against the northern barbarians together!"

Wang Luo was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

What if you didn't deal with Wang Xiao as agreed?Why did he suddenly become Wang Tieshan's little fan?

But the eyes of Wang Xiao beside him were complicated.

Although the relationship with Zhang Ji is bad, you can't stop people from worshiping your own Lao Tzu, can you?

Wang Tieshan froze for a moment, and quickly helped Zhang Ji up with both hands.

"I, Beihuang, need your help. I can't ask for more, so hurry up and ask for it! I will arrange suitable errands for you, and I will be Paoze from now on!"

Chen Ping looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction.

In fact, this is already a common practice. Every year, most of the students sent by the capital will stay in Beihuang in the end, but it is the first time that this year is so grand.

They worked in the Northern Wilderness Society as clerks and staff officers, helping the North Army to fill the vacancies of civilian personnel.

Overjoyed, Wang Tieshan raised his wine glass again.

He suddenly looked at Wang Luo who was at the side.

"Little Wang Luo, uncle has wine, do you still have poems in your stomach?"

Wang Luo was stunned for a moment, and immediately came to his senses.

"Uncle, don't worry!"

And the scholars in the capital who had been convinced by Wang Luo immediately came up to help Wang Luo spread paper and grind ink, and they were extremely attentive.

Wang Luo thought about it for a while, then walked quickly to the front of the table, took off his cloak, and started to write.

On the other hand, Zhang Ji and others waited for Wang Luo to write a sentence, and then read it aloud.

They read a sentence, and Wang Tieshan drank a glass of wine.

(End of this chapter)