Song Menghua: At the beginning, ask to marry Sheng Minglan

He really didn't know what to say.

Reason told him that it was impossible, no one could do it.

But the facts told him that the little Duke Qi in front of him... might not be good.

He has used a poem, a Zuo Zhuan, and a Shangshu to prove that he is not a rebellious person who just talks about it.

Unconsciously.

Even he didn't realize that, deep down in their hearts, they had developed complicated admiration for this young man.

Although he is a son of the rich and powerful.

……

On the second floor.

The Sheng family had already walked out of the private room and stood in front of the railing.

In fact, by this time, almost all the private rooms on the second and third floors were empty.

They all gathered around the railing, looking at the noble young man in the hall, but no one could speak.

Sheng Changfeng held the railing tightly.

He swallowed hard, and said to Sheng Changbai next to him in a low voice: "Second brother, do you think... Yuan Ruo can really do it?"

Sheng Changbai was expressionless and speechless.

This time it's not just because of his facial paralysis and seldom talking.

It was because he was terrified and unable to speak out.

Mo Lan stared at the radiant Young Master Qi, her eyes were hot and it was hard to hide.

Ru Lan is stupid and ignorant.

All he knew was pulling Ming Lan who was beside her like a kitten, and asking over and over again.

"what happened?"

"So many people... what happened?"

"Brother Yuan Ruo is very good?"

……

"It's more than awesome!"

"If he can really do it, it will definitely be the first time in the world!"

third floor.

The gentleman with a gentle temperament was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Jiefu, you have always had the ability to remember with a photograph, in your opinion... can he do it?"

Jiefu, Wang Anshi.

Fanlou was originally the first floor of Bianjing, and it was quite normal for court officials who were off duty to meet here occasionally.

The dark-faced Wang Anshi shook his head decisively.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"No matter how talented a person is, his mental strength is limited after all. I would never believe that the so-called mind has no dual purpose."

The old man was thoughtful.

"yes……"

"How can a person recite several books at the same time?"

"Isn't that insane?"

"But then again."

"From my point of view, this son is not a person who talks nonsense."

"He is capable and knowledgeable."

"And why are you so arrogant?"

Wang Anshi frowned.

"Unless he's playing tricks... bluffing?"

Speaking of which, he seemed to understand something.

He let out a long breath.

"Correct!"

"That's how it should be."

"He is adopting psychological tactics. He predicted that Zeng Zigu would not agree."

"Because Zeng Zigu also has face. He cannot be unaware that once he agrees to such a harsh condition, even if he wins in the end...it will be disgraceful."

The voice just fell.

Zeng Gong downstairs suddenly got up.

"it is good!"

"Since the young master has such ambitions, how dare Zeng and others not accompany him?"

this sentence.

Wang Anshi's face turned even darker.

……

But Zeng Gong cannot be entirely blamed for this.

He also can't help it.

If he doesn't accept it, then he can only choose to admit defeat... But how could he easily admit defeat?

Again.

This request was always made by Qi Heng himself. Even if he wins in the end without honor, once Qi Heng loses, wouldn't he lift a rock and smash himself in the foot?

So whether it is good face or disgrace, Zeng Gong and others can't care about it anymore.

They have only one idea.

"Never lose!"

Qi Heng was not surprised at all.

He knew that Zeng Zigu would not let him down.

He smiled, and suddenly pointed to Lou Lou Fan on the high platform.

"go."

"Bring me a chair!"

The rich master bowed again and again.

Naturally, there is no shortage of chairs in Fanlou. In fact, the chairs on the first floor were withdrawn just to take care of their literary struggle.

soon.

An official chair with a backrest was placed behind him respectfully.

Qi Heng was not polite, and immediately slashed.

This contest has progressed to such an extent that it has already set his whole body on fire.

this moment.

The Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and the great generation of Confucian scholars are not important anymore.

Gu Tingye's personal grievances, the chain of contempt between the rich and powerful's children and the officials' children.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Right now, he has only one thought.

"Win them."

"Crush them!".

Chapter 42

The literati of the Song Dynasty are elegant, everywhere, every year.

But in the winter of the first year of Jiayou, the scene in Fanlou was one of the scenes that many people in the literary circles of Shilin talked about for a long time.

This night, the young Lord Qi was famous in Bianjing.

……

In the end, three people from Zeng Gong's side stood up.

Not that there were only three of them left.

It's just that three against one is already the limit they can bear on their face, and if there is one more, they themselves can't see it.

The three.

One is Zhang Zai and Zhang Zihou.

Another old-looking young man with a dull expression, surrendered to teach.

"Luoyang Chenghao."

"The book of rites and the chapter on sandalwood bow, please teach me, my little father-in-law."

The two brothers Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi are also the second Cheng in Cheng Zhu Neo-Confucianism.

Needless to say.

The last one is the youngest.

He looked a few years older than Qi Heng, and he was also the most excited and eager to try on Zeng Gong's side.