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Chapter 372 I'm a Man! (Please subscribe!)

After everyone applauded in turn, the Yue Kingdom saintess took another look at Zhang Twelve and said, "May I ask Uncle Zhang, what is the title of this poem?"

Zhang Twelve was also not to be outdone, and looked back at the Holy Maiden of Yue Kingdom one, two, three, four, five, six, seven—and then replied: "Then I have to ask the Holy Maiden, is this painting famous?"

Seeing the saintess shaking her head, Zhang Twelve pretended to be thinking, and said after a long time: "If that's the case, why don't we call it Jiang Xue!"

Mr. Liu Zongyuan, forgive me for plagiarizing even the title of your poem—who made me aspire to be the number one plagiarist in the Tang Dynasty?
"Jiang Xue? Jiang Xue!"

Not only the Saintess of Yue, even other people feel that this name is a perfect match, whether it is used in paintings or poems, or in other words, the poem written by Zhang Twelve and this painting seem to be a match made in heaven generally!
The excited eyes of the Saintess of Yue State reached its peak after hearing these two words, and the eyes she looked at Zhang Twelve were even more brilliant, making Zhang Twelve feel embarrassed: Hey, the man is excellent Really troublesome...

At this moment, Emperor Tang said, "Saint, what do you think of Zhang Xianbo's poem? Can it be inscribed on this painting? But if you can't even inscribe Zhang Xianbo's poem on it, today you are afraid I can't find another poem, haha..."

"Ha ha……"

Others also laughed along with Emperor Tang's ridicule: What are you kidding, this poem is not good, so who is good?Who dares to do it?

Do you want it, don't we want to let Uncle Zhang write down this song "Jiang Xue" and leave it to us!
——At this time, a large group of academicians stared at Zhang Twelve, ready to move. They hoped that the Yue Kingdom Saintess would not agree, and then they rushed forward to let Zhang Twelve keep the calligraphy, so that they could look up...

The saint of Yue Kingdom smiled and said to Tang Emperor: "Your Majesty Tang is joking, the little girl still has self-knowledge. Mr. Zhang Xianbo has never seen such a good poem in his life. How dare he despise it? He has no right to despise it!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and brushed back the strand of black hair that had blown in front of her eyes, and said to Zhang Twelve with a smile, "Little girl, I implore County Uncle Zhang to keep his calligraphy, so as to make a good story happen!"

Seeing Emperor Tang's wink, the guard next to him hurriedly pushed over the long table on which the pen and ink were placed, and the saintess of the Yue Kingdom took advantage of the situation to spread the painting on it.

After finishing writing, he gestured to Emperor Tang and the Holy Maiden of the Yue Kingdom. There was no complacency or pride on his face, as if he had done something insignificant, and he retreated directly...

When I went back, I was still thinking: How about it, is this comparison of brother pretending to be fresh?

No, at least the Holy Maiden of the Yue Kingdom was shocked by Zhang Twelve's coquettish manipulation—what kind of person is this?Is it too arrogant?

But look at his poems, especially—wow, this word!
It seems that there is indeed a capital of pride...

The saint of Yue country looked at the poem written in the same font as engraved on paper, and the more she read it, the more she liked it. The poem even covered the edge of the painting. She never cared, but it was a pity that the painting ——No, this word seems to have been given to Emperor Tang...

Heartbroken, but powerless...

"Thank you for the gift from the three princesses of the Yue Kingdom, the saintess will go back and thank the three princesses on my behalf!"

Emperor Tang also came before the painting, and seeing Zhang Twelve's handwriting was as amazing as when he saw it for the first time, thinking that Princess Yilan also wanted a pair of Zhang Twelve's handwriting last time, which was just right, so he said : "Yilan, haven't you always wanted Zhang Xianbo's characters? This time there is a chance, the painting of the three princesses of Yue Kingdom, Zhang Xianbo's characters, you should be satisfied, right?"

Princess Yilan got up and said to Emperor Tang: "Thank you, Father, my subjects are very happy!"

Hearing this, those grand scholars who wanted to ask Zhang Twelve for calligraphy were stunned: Even the princess had waited so long for Zhang Twelve's words, and they got it through this opportunity... They still want to wait a while Go to Zhang Twelve to ask for it. From this point of view, the hope is slim...

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After the ceremony was over, Emperor Tang toasted everyone to welcome the envoys of the four countries, and at the same time wished everyone a new year, so this dinner was officially kicked off...

After eating and drinking for a while, the Emperor Tang and the Empress left first. This was done on purpose. After all, if the Emperor Tang was here, everyone would definitely not be able to let go...

Sure enough, as soon as Emperor Tang left, all the officials were having fun, bragging and beating in groups, and some even chatted with envoys from various countries, which was very lively.

Mo Li is obviously not used to such occasions. Others are standing there pushing cups and exchanging exhibitions. It is not suitable for her to sit any longer. She also stands up with Zhang Twelve, especially when someone occasionally comes to chat with Zhang Twelve. At that time, she stood aside, looking a little restrained.

Zhang Twelve also discovered this, as if he had discovered a new continent. It turned out that the fearless General Mo Limo also had something to be afraid of!

"Senior Sister, you have been on so many battlefields and killed a lot of people. You are not nervous when you see those dead people. Why are you nervous when there are so many living people?"

"The dead are much simpler than the living!"

What Zhang Twelve said was speechless...

Just when he was about to tease Mo Li again, he saw King Xiang and Princess Yilan walking over. Zhang Twelve put away his smiling face and said together with Mo Li, "Your Highness, Princess! Your Highness, King Xiang!"

Princess Yilan nodded to the two, and then said to Zhang Twelve: "I also want to thank Uncle Zhang Xianbo for the calligraphy, I like it very much..."

To be honest, Zhang Twelve almost burst out laughing, and at the same time mourned silently for the three princesses of Yue Kingdom and the Holy Maiden: the painting prepared so hard is not as good as his own handwriting...

"Your Highness, if the three princesses of the Yue Kingdom heard what you said, they would be angry and cry, right? This was obviously carefully prepared for His Majesty, and the official is just icing on the cake..."

After Zhang Twelve finished speaking, King Xiang also laughed, and said: "Uncle Zhang's words are wrong! If your inscription is missing, or someone else's inscription is added-the painting will be worthless! It's you His poem gave this painting a new soul!"

Hearing this, Zhang Twelve sighed very much. He is also the son of Emperor Tang. Why is King Xiang so good at talking, but the prince is like a mentally retarded one?

King Xiang changed the subject again: "However, County Uncle Zhang should thank me a lot. If it wasn't for my proposal, how could His Majesty have asked you to write a poem?"

"Thank you, Your Highness King Xiang!"

shit!

Zhang Twelve thought angrily, thank you?

Thank you for making me offend the crown prince and Yang Zexin again?With the narrow-minded and vengeful characters of these two people, it is inevitable to find trouble for themselves!

But thinking about it again, it seems that he has been looking for trouble for others...

Thinking about it this way makes me so much happier...

Because King Xiang and Princess Yilan were here, many scholars who wanted to find Zhang Twelve didn't come up, they were all waiting for the two to leave so that they could say something to Zhang Twelve...

Princess Yilan obviously wanted to say something to Zhang Twelve, but because King Xiang and Mo Li were by her side, she hesitated to speak a few times, but looked at Zhang Twelve a few more times, looking a little helpless.

After a while, a guard came over and said that Emperor Tang ordered him to invite Princess Yilan and King Xiang, and they left...

Seeing that Mo Li was not in high spirits, Zhang Twelve said, "How about we go back too?"

Mo Li glanced at the great scholars who were looking at them eagerly and said, "Are you going back now? Why do I feel like these people are waiting for you?"

No, once King Xiang and Princess Yilan left, the eyes of these scholars looked at Zhang Twelve, and Zhang Twelve could feel it himself. It seemed that it was difficult to get out!

It's a bit scary!

Curling his lips, Zhang Twelve said with a bit of contempt: "Where are they waiting for me? They clearly want my words! Look at me!"

Whispered a few words with the guard next to him, and the guard came back with a pen and paper shortly after he left.

Zhang Twelve took the pen and paper and put it on the empty table next to the corner, grabbed the brush and drew two round dots—because Zhang Twelve had no talent for painting, Zhang Twelve couldn’t see the two black dots by himself Why come.

First, he whispered a few words to the guard, then folded the paper, handed it to the guard and said, "This is for you! Put the pen and ink back!"

The guard didn't know what Zhang Twelve was doing, but after hearing what he said, he walked inside with a pen and ink...

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When the Tang Emperor left, the crown prince lost his fear and let go. He walked directly to the saint girl of Yue Kingdom and talked with her with a smile.

Although he was very dissatisfied with the performance of the Saintess of Yue Kingdom, but in such a large audience, and the other party was a foreign envoy, even if the Crown Prince was upset, he could not show it.

But the Saintess of the Yue Kingdom didn't have much thought to chat with the prince, and she was rather indifferent. She thought that her intentions were so obvious that the prince would be aware of it and leave immediately——

But I don't know if the prince is stupid or thick-skinned, he stuck it on like a dog's skin plaster and it won't come off, which made the saint of Yue Kingdom angry for a while, but his eyes were searching in the hall, looking for the county uncle Zhang just now.

"Saint, what are you looking at?"

The prince found that the woman was absent-minded when talking to him, and said a little angrily.

"Back to His Royal Highness, the little girl has a few questions that I would like to ask Uncle Zhang, but I didn't see anyone else..."

The Saintess of Yue Kingdom didn't feel taboo just because the prince was standing by her side, she directly said what she thought in her heart.

This time the prince was furious, and he scolded Zhang Twelve and King Xianglian, the saints of the Yue Kingdom, in his heart. Just as he was about to say something more, the guard who had called King Xiang came over and said: "Your Highness, His Majesty told you to go over..."

The crown prince frowned, feeling a little shocked. At this time, Emperor Tang summoned himself, and it might not be a good thing...

I was in no mood to say anything more to the Holy Maiden of the Yue Kingdom, and left in a panic...

After the prince left, the saint of Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the guard, "Where did Uncle Zhang go?"

"Back to the Holy Maiden, I just saw Uncle Zhang and General Mo leave..."

left?
Hearing this, the Saintess of Yue raised her head and looked outside. There was no one there, and she was a little disappointed...

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All the great scholars in the hall have been staring at Zhang Twelve, and naturally saw him writing and drawing on paper with pen and ink, but they couldn't see what he wrote, but for what he wrote , has long been eyeing.

As soon as Zhang Twelve left, those university scholars didn't stop him anymore, but rushed to stop the guard instead.

Seeing a group of officials suddenly gathered in front of him, the guard was taken aback and said in surprise: "Everyone... Sir, I don't know what's the matter with you?"

"Where is the calligraphy of Uncle Zhang?"

The leading bachelor said impatiently.

calligraphy?

The guards saw it with their own eyes, and the county magistrate had drawn it on the paper—it couldn't even be called a drawing, it was just two black dots randomly placed on it.

Can this thing be called Mo Bao?
Just as the guard was about to take it out, a group of university scholars rushed up like hungry wolves. The battle was not small, at least the guard was stunned...

"Hey, Grand Master Song, don't squeeze!"

"Old Qin, you still have the nerve to talk about me? Why are you holding me by the hand?"

"I told you all—don't rob! Isn't it just a word? Wouldn't it be insulting for us majestic scholars of the Tang Dynasty to argue like this in front of the public?"

It's okay if this person doesn't say anything, but as soon as he said this, he immediately attracted other people's attacks!
"Okay, Jia Zhengjing, I think you are prudish! You keep telling us not to snatch it——what the hell are you doing pulling others!"

The person who said this seemed extremely angry, even swearing.

"My surname is Li, you are so vulgar! You can even say that swear word, bah - who the hell pulled me out?"

"........."

The commotion here immediately attracted the attention of the people in the hall. Many people didn't know what happened, and they all came over with great interest and prepared to watch.

The envoys from the four countries didn't know what happened, they found that everyone was gathered together, and they were going to come over to see the excitement.

And in the middle of the crowd, the final winner was the so-called "fake prudish" academician. He was like a winning rooster, with his head held high and his chest held high, very proud of himself.

And the guard was lying on the ground outside the crowd, disheveled, with tears in his eyes, like a little lady after being insulted, with his arms crossed, feeling extremely wronged: This group of beasts... I am a man!
"Prudish, since you have obtained Uncle Zhang's calligraphy, why don't you open it and let us have a look!"

Seeing that Jia Zhengjing had already won, and the others had accepted this fact, they just hoped to take another look at what Zhang Twelve wrote, and whether it was another unexplored masterpiece?
Although this group of people didn't want to see Zhang Twelve—after all, he was from the military attache camp, but they really had nothing to say about this man's words and poems!
Jia Zhengjing enjoyed everyone's worship - although the worship was not for him, but for the piece of paper in his hand, but he was satisfied enough...

So, under the great anticipation of everyone, Jia Zhengjing slowly opened the rice paper that he had snatched with great effort, and then unfolded it in front of everyone!
After seeing the "Mo Bao" on the paper, everyone was dumbfounded!

　Let me tell you, I'm not skinny!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)