Villain: Hold The Female Devil's Thigh Tightly While She's Still Young

Wen Sheng and his student Jia Qing, who had driven the carriage to the second princess's residence, met Gu Wei and Zhao Zongze who had also arrived at the second princess's residence.

The two carriages faced each other, and Jiaqing's eyes were fixed on Gu Wei.

Gu Wei, who was once called a genius by Master Wen Sheng, devoted himself to cultivating a Confucian and Taoist master, but ended up defecting to the Zongheng lineage.

Gu Wei is also the most respected elder brother of Jia Qing, but now their identities are in different schools.

To this day, Jiaqing still remembers what Gu Wei said when he left.

Confucianism is boring, only studying hundreds of schools of thought is interesting.

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"What a coincidence, Jiaqing! Why are you here!"

Gu Wei said haha ​​in an unceremonious manner.

Gu Wei's behavior made Jia Qing's eyes gradually turn disgusting, and her teeth chattered.

The door curtains in the two carriages were opened at the same time, Wen Sheng and Zhao Zongze.

They walked out of the carriage at the same time, the coincidence was completely unbelievable.

"It turns out to be General Zhao!"

"Literary Saint, you are polite."

Although Zhao Zongze was a rough man, he still bowed respectfully to Wen Sheng, a pinnacle figure in the Confucian lineage of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

When the two of them were about to greet each other.

Boom, boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

The melodious sound of the ancient bell interrupted their movements.

Especially the innocent smile on Gu Wei's face slowly solidified, and his face became more solemn than ever before.

Literary bells! !

This is a word that appears in the minds of Gu Wei, Jia Qing and Wen Sheng.

Three times! Literary bells!

The posture of a saint! !

You must know that when Wen Sheng became a half-step saint, he only rang the Wen Dao bell once!

Literary bells are equivalent to the highest recognition of Confucianism in the world.

The literary sage read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles. It took more than 60 years before he finally rang the bell of literature.

And it was only one sound.

But just one sound of the literary bell already means the sainthood of the literary saint!

Half a step like a saint!

Gu Wei's eyes became sharp and his smile was no longer shameless.

He's right.

This time I found a treasure.

As long as it lets him know who this young talent is who rings the bell of literature, he has enough. Method to bring him under the command of the young master.

Although at this time, Wen Sheng and other princes and princesses were eyeing him.

Gu Wei is confident that he can win! !

Three literary bells!

This means that there is the potential to truly step into the status of a saint!

There is an ancient saying that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

Not only literary saints, but also Zhao Zongze also realized that Da Zhou seemed to have produced an extraordinary scholar.

"General Zhao, are you also attracted by the awe-inspiring righteousness of the world? It's a pity that this is a scholar. I'm afraid General Zhao won't be able to do anything if he wants to accept this person."

There was a hint of pride in Wen Sheng's tone.

With the literary saint's current half-step saint status, it is more than enough to teach scholars all over the world.

Every year, there are countless literati who want to become his disciple.

Wen Sheng slowly got out of the carriage.

Zhao Zongze didn't mind either, because he came with Mr. Gu Wei today.

Gu Wei has nothing to argue with.

Wen Sheng is on the left and Zhao Zongze is on the right.

Jiaqing is on the left and Gu Wei is on the right.

They entered the second princess's mansion side by side without giving in.

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In the mansion, the rich and leisurely ringing of the bell stopped after ringing three times.

The awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth gradually faded away.

Zhao Qingpei's eyes turned red. The pen in my hand is about to burst.

Turned into powder and disappeared.

A faint golden statue of a small man appeared in his chest.

The statue of the little man is completely carved after himself. Colorful streams of light radiate around the statue.

The colorful stream of light continued to flow to Zhao Qingpei's limbs and bones along his seven meridians and eight meridians.

In an instant, Zhao Qingpei's body recovered as before, and his bloodshot eyes slowly recovered.

Except for the slightly bitter taste of blood in his mouth, Zhao Qingpei's condition reached its peak.

Cen Wu, who was standing in front of Zhao Qingpei, finally couldn't hold up anymore and hit his knees heavily on the ground, kneeling in front of Zhao Qingpei.

"Third Prince, there is no need. He just wrote a poem."

Zhao Qingpei said the most unbelievable words in the calmest voice.

Cen Wu gasped for air, his chest rising and falling.

Being able to keep Zhao Qingpei from finishing a poem is already Cen Wu's biggest limit.

Facing Zhao Qingpei's taunt, Cen Wu didn't have the slightest strength to answer.

At this time, noisy sounds broke out in the banquet.

Those guests who were controlled by the righteousness of heaven and earth were liberated after Zhao Qingpei wrote this poem.

In this life, they have never heard of someone being able to suppress others with such terrifying righteousness.

"Who is it?"

"You must be a young and talented person who exudes such awe-inspiring righteousness. I'm waiting for you to go and see it!"

"With the appearance of a saint, there is such a talent in the world among those attending the princess's banquet."

"Go and have a look, the direction to the west corner!"

"The other direction, why do I feel like there is a person living there."

"Do you know who it is?"

"General Zhao's son, Zhao Qingpei, didn't stand still in the corner. When he came to the banquet, he went straight to sit there. I remember it clearly!"

"Fuck you! Can Zhao Qingpei write something like this? Can he exude such awe-inspiring righteousness? If he could, I would eat the poems I wrote myself and dip them in ink bite by bite today!"

The restlessness of the crowd began to surge in the direction of Zhao Qingpei.

It was not only the guests who came to the princess's banquet who were restless, but also the eldest prince who had been waiting to be released from control and the second princess who had been waiting for a long time.

This is their home court!

"Silence, silence!"

The eldest prince raised his hand and slapped it on the armrest of his seat, and his strong internal energy exploded directly.

Sweeping under the terrifying internal force, the seat under the eldest prince's butt turned into powder and flew away.

This loud noise caused the entire banquet to reach an unprecedented silence.

"Everyone! Give me some face."

The second princess standing next to the eldest prince turned pale.

This was her mansion, and as the owner and the host of this banquet, she didn't even speak.

Instead, his brother took the spotlight and took control of the situation. His intention could not be more obvious.

She wanted to compete with herself for that top literati.

"Brother, there is no need to be angry. It's my fault that the banquet was not organized well. Let me handle it."

The second princess, Cen Xiyang, is also a good person, and she can regain her dominant position with just one sentence.

"You're welcome, little sister. Since I'm here to attend your banquet, as an elder brother, I should help you. Now this banquet has become very chaotic. I will ask my guards to protect you. Go down first and wait until I have settled all the guests here. Keep going.”

While the two were arguing, the door to the mansion was opened.

Wen Sheng and Zhao Zongze stepped in.

Followed by Jia Qing and Gu Wei.

Almost everyone knows about Zhao Zongze and Wen Sheng.

Even the eldest prince was shocked.

"Why did Teacher Wen Sheng come here?"

All the royal families have learned from the disciples of Wen Sheng whether they succeeded or failed.

Although he cannot be called a formal disciple, he still needs to be called Wen Sheng as a teacher.

At this moment, there was even silence in the banquet.