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

Wen Sheng's eyes quickly scanned all the people around him.

But at this moment, he actually panicked.

Because he couldn't see who wrote that poem.

The entire banquet venue was no longer full of righteousness.

The remaining righteousness in the air also completely disappeared.

"Who wrote the poem just now that triggered the vision of great righteousness?"

Hearing Wen Sheng's voice, he was about to get up and look for the person who caused Haoran's righteousness. The eldest prince cursed inwardly.

Damn it! !

This awe-inspiring righteousness was so terrifying that it attracted General Zhao Zongze and Mr. Wen Sheng.

As Guodong of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the appearance here means that the person who wrote the poems that inspired Haoran's righteousness received the greatest attention.

It is very likely that he would not have the chance to take that talent under his command, but the appearance of Mr. Wen Sheng gave the eldest prince another chance.

…

Wen Sheng's eyes were calm, and even seemed to have a questioning tone.

As the only Confucian half-sage in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was already the greatest importance for him to come here in person to interrogate that young talent who exuded the image of awe-inspiring righteousness.

But at this moment, the banquet was completely silent.

Sitting behind Zhao Qingpei, some of the clan members had already passed out. They did not have Cen Wu's terrifying strength.

Facing Wen Sheng's inquiry, none of the clan members who were still awake during the banquet answered.

"Teacher Wen Sheng."

The eldest prince stepped forward and bowed to Wen Shengzuo.

"The person who wrote this poem is indeed you!"

Wen Sheng focused his eyes on the eldest prince.

As the eldest prince of Zhou Dynasty, Cen Ji is the most likely person to inherit the throne.

However, for the Literary Sage, he remembered that the eldest prince Cen Ji had specially studied with him. However, Cen Ji was not proficient in literary and ink painting and had no talent, so he switched to martial arts.

I didn't expect that the eldest prince would have such talent and be able to write such poems.

Wen Sheng couldn't help but glance at the eldest prince. As the first heir to the royal family.

The eldest prince can show such talent, and with his assistance, he will definitely be able to carry forward the Confucian lineage again.

"Good! Good! Very good."

The more Wen Sheng looked at the eldest prince in front of him, the more satisfied he became.

"Since you are the one who composed this poem, let me go."

It seemed that Wen Sheng had misunderstood, so the eldest prince said quickly.

"Teacher Wen Sheng is not me."

Wen Sheng's face turned dark. It's not you. Why are you standing up?

The good mood before collapsed in an instant.

…

Zhao Zongze was looking for traces of his son in the banquet venue.

After a casual glance, he saw Zhao Qingpei sitting in front of the table in the west corner of the banquet, feeding Sheng Yingting grapes.

Zhao Zongze's face also fell.

What is he doing? Feeding his fiancée grapes on this occasion?

Um?

Zhao Zongze quickly noticed something different, and everyone around Zhao Qingpei fell into a coma.

At the same time, Zhao Zongze saw Cen Wu kneeling in front of Zhao Qingpei with sharp eyes.

The third prince kneels in front of his youngest son?

Zhao Zongze glanced at Gu Wei next to him.

Gu Wei nodded understandingly and walked towards Zhao Qingpei.

…

"Do you know who caused Haoran Zhengqi's vision?"

"Wen Sheng, I don't know, teacher."

I don’t know and it’s not you. Why are you standing up?

Are you kidding me?

There weren't so many people there now, and Wen Sheng almost cursed.

Wen Sheng took a deep breath to suppress his urge to curse, and slowly said to the eldest prince Cen Ji.

"If you're fine, don't talk."

The eldest prince said quickly: "I remember that Cen Wu went to that person. As long as we find Cen Wu, we can identify the person who wrote this poem."

The appearance of Wen Sheng and Zhao Zongze ruined the eldest prince's plan.

He and General Zhao Zongze have no way to deal with each other, so they can only choose to side with Literary Saint.

"Um?"

Wen Sheng's face looked better, and he had finally provided himself with some useful information.

The second princess stepped forward not to be outdone.

He also had the same thoughts as the eldest prince.

"Mr. Wen Sheng, my little girl Cen Xiyang, this is my banquet, please allow me to lead you."

The Literary Saint raised his hand. He just wanted to quickly meet the person who could write poems that caused visions in the world.

"Whoever it is, please lead the way."

The second princess Cen Xiyang began to walk towards the west.

Cen Xiyang remembered very clearly that his Third Emperor's brother was walking towards the west.

And there is also the person in the west that he hates the most—Zhao Qingpei.

…………

Cen Wu, who was kneeling in front of Zhao Qingpei, put his hands on the ground, breathing heavily, and drops of red blood dripped from the corners of his mouth onto the floor.

"Third Prince, why are you kneeling here?"

At this time, next to Zhao Qingpei, Gu Wei had already walked over and was "concerned" about the third prince Cen Wu who was kneeling in front of Zhao Qingpei.

Zhao Qingpei stopped what he was doing.

"Sir, why are you here?"

"It's Master..."

Gu Wei turned to look at Zhao Qingpei, but before he finished speaking, he glanced at the rice paper on Zhao Qingpei's table that was filled with poems.

"This poem?"

Gu Wei's question had not yet been answered by Zhao Qingpei.

A sharp roar came.

"Zhao Qingpei, what did you do to Cen Wu!"

The eldest prince and second princess, who were walking with Wen Sheng, saw their younger brother Cen Wu kneeling in front of Zhao Qingpei and questioning him.

Zhao Qingpei frowned slightly.

Wen Sheng was in front, and the second princess and the third prince stood on the left and right.

Wen Sheng noticed that Cen Wu, who was kneeling on the ground, was also a little unhappy.

"As the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, how can you kneel down so easily?"

When Cen Wu heard this, he was already on the verge of supporting himself. Qi and blood surged in his chest, and a mouthful of thick blood mixed with flesh foam spurted out on the ground, and he fell to the ground helplessly.

"Who are you, old man?"

Zhao Qingpei's abrupt words interrupted the words of the literary saint in front of him.

Old man?

I haven't heard such disrespectful remarks in years.

"presumptuous!"

"presumptuous!"

At this moment, the eldest prince and the second princess stood on the same front and roared at Zhao Qingpei.

Something is wrong.

Gu Wei tried his best to suppress the smile on his lips and slowly backed away.

When Gu Wei saw a poem written by Zhao Qingpei, he had already guessed that it was his young master who caused the aura of righteousness in the world.

As a political strategist, Gu Wei adhered to the principle of watching the excitement without taking it too seriously, and silently stepped back three or four steps, leaving them enough room to perform.

Zhao Zongze also rushed over, but was grabbed by Gu Wei before he could step forward.

Gu Wei said softly to Zhao Zongze.

"Master, let the young master handle it by himself."

He looked at his youngest son, Zhao Zongze, and then at Gu Wei.

"confident?"

"The young master will take action."

Take action?

What's the meaning?

Zhao Zongze was stunned by Gu Wei.

…………

At this time, the eldest prince and second princess, who had finished yelling at Zhao Qingpei, continued to yell angrily.

"This man is the current Literary Sage, you are so impudent! Even my father here would not dare to call Mr. Literary Sage this way!"

"You kid with a yellow mouth! You speak without restraint!! Apologize to Mr. Wen Sheng!!"

The eldest prince and the second princess performed as much as possible in front of Wen Sheng. The princes and princesses of Dazhou had the opportunity to attend a class under Wen Sheng before they were 7 years old. After that, it was difficult to come into contact with Wen Sheng again.

They must take advantage of this good opportunity to frantically increase their favorability in front of Literary Saint.