The System Exploded And I Became The System

But it’s not hard to guess.

These days, they have seen the situation of the Ning family.

Now that the Ning family is in a precarious situation, it's not surprising that Ning Buxiu would turn around and 'kneel and lick' him like this.

"Hey, our eldest son of the Zhou family is here?" Suddenly, Wang Shang's sarcastic voice emerged.

The villain's standard remarks to the protagonist from the people around him made Ning Buxiu look sideways.

In the light of the lanterns outside Wanhua Tower, Ning Buxiu saw this familiar yet unfamiliar protagonist for the first time.

Wearing a simple cotton coat and a mink scarf around his neck, he has a slightly stern face under his normal attire.

If it were in a book, Ning Buxiu would feel that the character he created was familiar and friendly, but when he saw him in person here and his eyes met his cold eyes, Ning Buxiu could only feel the coldness!

He seemed to have seen this guy grow to such terrifying strength, then he blasted himself into the mud, leaving only a puddle of rotten flesh!

With his current position, after the protagonist becomes stronger, his ending is destined!

"There are quite a few dogs in Wufang City. I met three when I came here." Faced with Wang Shang's sarcasm, Zhou Wuji responded without any timidity.

"You!" Wang Shang's eyes widened and he was about to step forward.

However, he was stopped by Qiong Juanshu next to him: "Brother Wang, don't be impulsive. I heard that the eldest son of the Zhou family is obsessed with martial arts training recently. Why should such a brainless and reckless man be as knowledgeable as him?"

"I don't understand why Zhou Wuji, a martial artist, dares to come to the Wanhualou poetry gathering. Can he come up with a poem?!"

While Qiong Shujuan was persuading Wang Shang, there was no trace of her ridicule towards Zhou Wuji in her words.

Even the raised voice drew the attention of those around him.

Ning Buxiu's expression was strange when he heard it. If he remembered correctly, what Qiong Juanshu said should be his lines.

Many people's eyes were on Ning Buxiu and Zhou Wuji, and they vaguely guessed the identities of these four people.

But at this moment, a woman's soft words broke the brief silence of the confrontation.

"I have already seen the poems written by Mr. Zhou."

"In my opinion, Mr. Zhou's poems are worthy of immortality and will be sung throughout the ages! He is also the most talented poet I have ever seen since I was a child!"

The woman's voice, which was clearly on Zhou Wuji's side, made the eyes of those around her change.

"Young official, I have met Her Royal Highness the Seventh Princess!" In the crowd, the county government officials who were watching the show with a cold eye bowed in a hurry after seeing the woman who appeared.

"Princess?" Looking at the respectful expressions of the county government and other local officials not far away, Qiong Juanshu looked at the woman in front of him again, and realized that the other party was a big shot, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

But the woman didn't even look at the three people on Ning Buxiu's side: "We don't allow any slanderous words for any scholar."

After saying that, the woman turned to look at Zhou Wuji beside her: "Mr. Zhou, tell me how to deal with this person."

The woman's posture and questioning words made the people around her feel frightened.

I didn't expect Her Royal Highness to protect a man so blatantly.

Looking at Zhou Wuji who was standing there without saying a word again, everyone felt a new feeling that they should not be provoked.

"I don't like people to ridicule or scold me, otherwise I will be very vindictive." Zhou Wuji moved his wrist and slowly walked towards Qiong Juanshu: "But I don't like to be vengeful, because I usually avenge myself on the spot. !”

After the words fell...

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

A few crisp slaps rang in the ears of everyone outside Wanhua Tower.

And Qiong Juanshu, who was slapped, could only feel waves of burning pain!

The looks from the people around him severely trampled his dignity, which he valued so much, to the ground!

"Zhou Wuji!" Qiong Juanshu almost lost control. With red eyes, he was about to rush forward and fight with the person in front of him who slapped him in the face in public.

Wang Shang next to him hurriedly held him back.

"Brother Qiong! The current situation is that Her Highness the Seventh Princess is obviously vouching for Zhou Wuji. If you go up and beat Zhou Wuji, not to mention you personally, your Qiong family, Brother Ning and I will all suffer!"

Wang Shang lowered his voice and growled in Qiong Juanshu's ear urgently.

His words also restored some of Qiong Juanshu's lost sanity.

"Oh, why is it so lively even before the poetry meeting has started?" A soft and carefree voice emerged from Wanhua Tower.

When the county government officials and others outside the building saw this man, they saluted flatteringly and said, "I have met Mr. Yuwen!"

There are two heavyweights in tonight's poetry meeting.

One is the seventh princess, and the other is Mr. Yuwen!

"Oh, no more noise? It seems that I came late and missed the show." The man called Mr. Yuwen scratched his ears, and then his eyes fell on the seventh princess: "But although I didn't catch up with the show , but I clearly heard Her Highness the Princess praising a person as a literary master?"

As he spoke, the man's eyes wandered over the people in front of him.

A pair of eyes that have been looking down since childhood, giving people a strong pressure like a beast: "The person who carries the princess's praise, are you?"

Suddenly, Yu Wenmingxuan's inexplicable gaze fell on Zhou Wuji.

Faced with this kind of gaze, Zhou Wuji looked at him neither humble nor arrogant, and his expression did not change at all: "Yes, it's me."

"Hahaha, okay, you're really good-natured!" Yu Wenmingxuan smiled heartily, but then his tone suddenly turned sharp, with a hint of coldness: "But no young man can bear the name of a literary master. This friend, Why are you?!"

"Yu Wenmingxuan! Zhou Wuji is the only poet I have recruited. Be careful what you say!" The gentle woman couldn't stand the situation and looked at the young man at the door with warning.

"Oh?" Hearing this, the man at the door looked slightly stunned.

He looked at Zhou Wuji and then at the Seventh Princess: "Is he the only one? Fighting with more than a dozen of my subordinates?"

"Why not?" the seventh princess said coldly.

After hearing the poem in the evening and thinking about it after returning home, the seventh princess felt more and more that Zhou Wuji, the eldest son of the Zhou family, was a literary giant in the world!

He thinks that poetry is enough for him!

"Okay, okay, okay, hahaha... I'm really looking forward to the literary talent of Mr. Zhou now!" Yu Wenmingxuan laughed a few times and turned to look at the people outside Wanhua Building: "Come in then, now. It’s cold and the dishes are getting cold.”

"This must be the son of the governor, right? Why do you feel that your status and power are higher than Her Royal Highness the Princess? Just now, the county government office almost fell to its knees." Wang Shang glanced at the crowd that was pouring in, swallowed his saliva and said .

"Yu Wenmingxuan, the son of the governor, his uncle is King Bingjian of the North. In addition, King Bingjian has no children, this Young Master Yuwen can be said to be King Bingjian's biological son."

"My father is the governor, my uncle is the King of Side by Side, and he is even a playmate with the current prince. This Young Master Yuwen's status is no weaker than that of an ordinary prince!"

Qiong Juanshu, whose face was still burning with pain, now explained to Wang Shang.

In his words, there was a look of watching a good show and hatred.

Obviously, Zhou Wuji was targeted by Master Yuwen, and he was happy to see it.

"Mr. Zhou... don't put too much pressure on yourself." The seventh princess looked at the man next to her and said with some guilt: "I should recruit more poets and let you compete with a bunch of them alone. It’s really poorly thought out.”

"No problem." Zhou Wuji waved his hand without any concern: "They're just a bunch of rubbish."

Hearing the man's words, the woman turned around and saw the poets with big bellies in the distance. She couldn't help but be laughed at. She covered her mouth and smiled softly. She looked at the man in front of her with a faint look of admiration.

Archaeological cemetery.

In the tent.

The old man in charge of the general archaeological project couldn't help but exhale slowly as he put down the last stroke of pen and ink in his hand.

"I heard that there is a poetry meeting at Wanhua Tower tonight, please send these poems to me quickly!"

"The poems and lines left by the ancients should be thoroughly publicized and bloomed by the Wanhualou Poetry Club, so that the world can understand that there are still two great sages in our world, Li Bai and Du Fu!"

The old man said proudly, and handed the papers on the table to dry the ink to the assistant next to him.

For publicity, only the copy paper is enough.

As for the original work on the bamboo slip next to it, there must not be any carelessness in recording it in Jiangnan Academy.