The Most Powerful Young Man

Xiao Yao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that when King Li came back, he would give face.

At the moment he laughed, and did not nod his head to agree, let alone refuse, just a little panic: "I'm afraid I won't be talented."

"Mr. Genius, I've already appreciated it. If I can come to another song by the taste of drinking while drinking, I will be even more delighted." Wang Li no longer used "this king" to face Xiao Yao, but a single one." The word "I" is completely obliged to discipleship. This is very rare.

Although Xiao Yao's poems had been exported before, and Wang Li was amazed, but for Wang Li, there are too many talents in this world, and only those who can use them for themselves are the real great talents.

Now Xiao Yao is willing to stay in Prince Li's Mansion, and even willing to be a book boy for Wu Wutong, he feels that he should respect each other even more.

Half an hour later, King Li took Xiao Yao and sat on the dining table.

At the dinner table, besides Wang Li and Xiao Yao, there were Wu Wutong and another man in white.

The man has long hair and a tie, looking young, about thirty years old, holding a folding fan in his hand, and looking gentle.

"This is my first adviser to King Li, Sima Tuhuang." King Li gave a brief introduction.

Xiao Yao nodded at the other party in salute, the same was true for the other party, but there was a high look in his eyes, which was difficult to hide.

Xiao Yao didn't care, he just laughed.

Wu Wutong squinted at Xiao Yao, and said, "Silly cow, before you..."

"Call the teacher." Wang Li said.

Wu Wutong glanced at Wang Li, then turned to look at Xiao Yao again, and said, "Silly cow, why didn't you tell me that you can compose poems?"

Wang Li was helpless.

Wu Wutong's refusal to buy it was completely in his expectation.

If Wu Wutong had listened to his advice, he would feel a little weird instead.

He could only cast Xiao Yao an apologetic look, Xiao Yao was not surprised, anyway, he was used to it. If he was a little bit angry at the beginning, he felt more relieved when someone called a silly dog.

Compared to a silly dog, I am still very happy...

At this moment, the butler at the door suddenly rushed in, forgetting the trick.

"My lord, see you from Wang Wenge, the bachelor's residence!"

"Huh? Wang Wenge?" Wang Li was a little surprised. After squinting his eyes, he nodded and said, "Let him come in."

"Yes."

Hearing the name Wang Wenge, the expression on Xiao Yao's face instantly became a little weird.

The expression on his face was also caught in the eyes of King Li.

He calmly asked, "Mr. Xiao knows Wang Wenge?"

Xiao Yao told the truth: "I have the honor to have seen it once."

"Oh?" Wang Li was a little surprised, said, "Is there anything else?"

Xiao Yao nodded.

"Aren't you two seeing each other as they saw it?" Wu Wutong said with a smile, "It's not right, you are all literati, and you all say that literati treat each other lightly, so it's good not to fight between you."

Xiao Yao thought for a while, nodded, and said, "It's not too much to say so. I had a quarrel with him when I met him."

"..." Wu Wutong stared at Xiao Yao with wide eyes, and said in surprise, "No way? Is my mouth so poisonous?"

Xiao Yao is happy.

The expression on Wang Li's face looked a little weird, and he didn't know if what Xiao Yao said was true or false.

Five minutes later, Wang Wenge had followed the butler and walked into the hall.

"Wang Wenge has seen the prince." After all, Wang Wenge is already a bachelor, and his father is still the teacher of the prince, so even if he is a pilgrimage, he doesn't need to bow down, he just bowed.

"Wang Xueshi, please sit down." Wang Li stood up and invited Wang Wenge to take a seat.

Wang Wenge laughed. Just about to sit down, he was surprised when he saw Xiao Yao, and said in amazement, "Is it you?"

Xiao Yao looked at him and laughed.

"No wonder you didn't go to the Bachelor's House to find me. It turned out that it was from King Li!" Wang Wenge sighed and said with a wry smile, "It seems that I am not lucky enough."

"Huh? What does Wang Xueshi say?" Wang Li was a little curious.

"On the way to Yangcheng, I had a relationship with Xiao Yao, and there was a debate. It was that debate that made me suddenly realize that my vision is short. It is also what Xiao Yao said that made me If you give initiation and wake up, you can be said to be a teacher of a sentence, but it's a pity that you were too busy at that time and couldn't discuss it. Now it can be regarded as a chance."

Wang Wenge's words changed the expressions of Li Wangwu Wutong and the fellow named Sima Tuhuang.

Who is Wang Wenge?

This is a scholar of the dynasty, the official worships the third grade, and his father is the minister of the Shengshang cabinet.

Now, can you give Xiao Yao such a high evaluation?

"That said, if this guy hadn't been a bit capable and made a poem, he can't sit here and eat with us now." Wu Wutong said with a smile.

"Oh? There is such a thing?" Wang Wenge asked with a smile, "What poem?"

"I've memorized it all." Wu Wutong's memory is really good, even if Xiao Yao only read it once, the girl has already done it backwards.

When repeating, because it is a girl's house, it lacks a little spirit.

When he said the first sentence, Wang Wenge's brows were slightly turned, he slowly closed his eyes, and listened.

When the last sentence fell, Wang Wenge stood up suddenly, slapped his slap on the table, ecstatic.

"Good poem! Good poem! Good poem! Haha! Good poem! Even if it's just this poem, my Wang Wenge's visit to Li Wang's Mansion today is a worthwhile trip!" Wang Wenge said this, he beat his chest and his feet. "Hateful!"

Wu Wutong blinked and looked at Wang Wenge, as if he was looking at a fool.

"What's so hateful?"

Wang Wenge took a deep breath, his lips trembling: "Hatefully why didn't Xiao Yao be taken away directly in the first place, so I lost my handsome talent!"

"Shuaicai? A literati, talk about what is handsome." Wu Wutong said with a sniff.

She was a little disapproved of Wang Wenge's remarks.

Such an evaluation is too high.

Wang Wenge sighed, and secretly said that the woman was ignorant. If it wasn't because this was the princess, he would be too lazy to explain: "If there is no world in mind, if there is no one million cavalry, how can a song get wine? Yes, it's just a lack of a glass of wine!"

After speaking, Wang Wenge stood up, holding a glass of wine in his hand: "Xiao Yao, I, Wang Wenge, today I will offer you a glass of wine from the Li Palace!"

After speaking, he drank it all.

Xiao Yao couldn't laugh or cry, wondering if this guy's brain is really abnormal, right?

After hesitating, he had a drink with Wang Wenge.

No way, third grade official, face is still to be given...

When Wang Wenge sat down again, he was excited and said, "Xiao Yao, I went to the Dalongshan Waterfall yesterday, and the scenery became a poem. Would you like to ask you to give me some advice, please?"

Xiao Yao had a headache.

Point a fart!

Do you really think Lao Tzu can write poetry?

He saw that Wang Wenge wanted to speak, so he waved his hand to stop it.

"Wait, Wang Xueshi has also been to Dalongshan Waterfall before? Coincidentally, I also read it there before and wrote a poem, why don't I say it first?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Huh? That's natural!" Wang Wenge nodded quickly.

King Wu Wutong Li and the Sima Tuhuang both looked at Xiao Yao with anticipation.

Holding a glass of wine, Xiao Yao stood up behind him, with one hand behind him and the other hand holding the wine glass. After walking a few steps in the room, he slowly vomited: "Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, watching the waterfall from a distance. Hang Maechuan. Flying straight down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days!"

Xiao Yao finished reading the four lines of poems, but did not get applause. He couldn't help but feel a little curious, wondering, could it be because these people couldn't understand the artistic conception?

When he turned around, he found that the four of them were stunned, especially Wang Li, whose chopsticks fell to the ground without noticing it.

Three minutes later, Wang Wenge slapped the table again.

After he stood up, he saw that everyone was watching him, but he didn't know what to say, so he simply poured three glasses of wine into his stomach.

Wang Li also stood up and raised his wine glass: "What a flying stream goes down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way down nine days! What a powerful and heroic like a mountain, Mr. Xiao, I also toast you a glass!"

After speaking, he raised his head and drank it all.

Wu Wutong couldn’t help but said, “Although I don’t like to write poems, and I don’t know how to compose poems, but such poems sound really good, as if there are those three thousand feet in front of me, and there really is a sky full of galaxies. Heroic!"

Xiao Yao squinted his eyes, looked at Wang Wenge, and said, "Didn't Wang Xueshi also have a poem just now? Why not read it out?"

Wang Wenge flushed with embarrassment and waved his hands vigorously: "No, no, I was quite satisfied, and wanted to show off in front of you. Forget it now. Compared with your suspected Galaxy Falling Nine Heavens, my Still called a poem? It's a jingle at best, not ashamed or ashamed!"

No matter how Wang Li tried to persuade him, Wang Wenge would not speak even after he died.

Xiao Yao laughed loudly.

This is the result he wanted before!

Otherwise, what if Wang Wenge made a poem and asked him to comment, he knows what a fart?

Don't open your eyes?

"The world's writers are shocked." Wang Wenge looked at Xiao Yao and said with a serious face, "Mr. Xiao's name is not an exaggeration. Wang Wenge would like to invite Mr. Xiao to be stationed in the Bachelor's House. I will recommend it to the sage. If he is a gentleman, It’s a pity to only be a teacher of one person."

"Then what should I do?" Xiao Yao asked with a smile.

"You should be the teacher of the world!" Wang Wenge's eyes were burning and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

Wang Li was a little dazed, but didn't speak.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "Wang Xueshi, these words will kill me."

"Putting to kill?" Wang Wenge laughed, "How many people who want to be praised and killed by me, I don't want to say a word, I, Wang Wenge, never kills, it is my husband's responsibility!"

Xiao Yao thought about it. No wonder Li Shixian dared to call the emperor and couldn't get on the ship. People are all masters of the world, so afraid of being a fart?

I just don't know if Li Shixian was treated like this in the Tang Dynasty.

"Hey, Wang Xueshi, you are too much, how can I say that this is also in my Prince Li's mansion, you can't dig the base of the wall so straightforward, right?" Wu Wutong said in a bad mood.

Wang Wenge was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help but laughed bitterly, and had to say: "I feel more regretful. I really should take Mr. Xiao away! What a pity, what a pity..."

Wu Wutong smiled cheerfully.

At the dinner table, Wang Wenge kept asking Xiao Yao for advice on poems and songs, and Wang Li and Wu Wutong were also joining in the fun.

It's just that Sima Tuhuang's tears are about to come down.

As Wang Li's first adviser, Wang Li originally asked him to sit with him, just to test whether Xiao Yao was a real talent, but he didn't expect that Wang Wenge would come.

With Wang Wenge, still need him to test?

Besides, isn't Xiao Yao's strength enough to show off? Even Wang Wenge has to call it a teacher, sir, how big is he and dare to lean on it?