The scribes immediately crowded over, and said with a bitter face: "Compared with his handwriting, I seem to be just learning to write."
"This word is already unique, and there is a faint feeling of establishing a school."
"Young city master seems to be a warrior, how could he write such a good handwriting?" Someone murmured at this moment, seemingly unbelievable.
"Get ready to go." Xiao Wuhen gave an order immediately.
"Wait, Master Zhao from the Academy of Arts just died of illness!" At this time, several literati said with grief on their faces.
Teacher Zhao, Teacher Chen, and Shen Qingyi are the three core players selected in the end. last hope.
Teacher Zhao is also the second-in-command of the Ancient Cang Academy of Literature. He is already old, and he was going to fight with illness for the sake of his family and country.
This is undoubtedly a bad omen for those who are about to fight.
"Where's Teacher Chen?" Xiao Wuhen nodded heavily and asked.
"The old man is here!" Teacher Chen appeared with the voice, and everyone was surprised when they saw it!
It doesn't take much time. Teacher Chen seems to be a few years older, but there is an inexplicable aura in him.
"There is still an hour before the Wendou starts, we have summoned all the students, let's go to Teacher Zhao's house to mourn!" Xiao Wuhen said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Naturally, everyone would not object.
Soon a team of hundreds of people set off from the Academy of Arts, heading towards Teacher Zhao's house.
Teacher Zhao's family was also quite surprised. When they learned that it was Xiao Wuhen who personally proposed to pay his respects, Mr. Zhao's two sons looked at him with strange eyes.
Xiao Wuhen saw that they looked familiar, because these two people seemed to have sprayed himself.
But now the dead are the most important, and Xiao Wuhen is not a stingy person, so he immediately led the scribes and students to bow respectfully and pay their respects.
"When you go away worrying, everyone feels like they have lost their parents" Xiao Wuhen said a lot of clich¨¦s, and every sentence was a very high evaluation, which made people look at him in disbelief.
After all, many people ridiculed Xiao Wuhen for becoming the person in charge of Wendou as a warrior, but right now, every word he said in front of the spirit showed extremely high literary accomplishment.
If the writing is put together, it can be regarded as a perfect sacrificial oration. If this spreads, it can make Mr. Zhao's reputation even better.
"Nantian Shaocheng Lord Gao Yi, our brothers will remember it in our hearts!" At this time, two royal officials in sackcloth and filial piety waited for Xiao Wuhen to get up, pulled him aside and said gratefully.
"My lords, you are welcome!" Xiao Wuhen said solemnly. At this time, the scribes were infected by this sad feeling, and surprisingly found that they no longer had any fear of Wendou's failure.
On the contrary, he gave birth to the aura that although there are tens of thousands of people, he will go for it, and he can't wait to go to Gu Cang Square to fight with the people of Anning.
"We should go!" Xiao Wuhen said calmly after gathering the scribes at the door.
"Let's go!"
"Yeah, I don't think they have anything to fear."
"So what about Meng Wenshi, this is the Ancient Cang Kingdom, we will not lose!" The scholars all shouted at this time. These sounds gathered together to form a torrent of loud noise.
At this time, the relatives in Mr. Zhao's mansion were not sullen, because these young literati students can be so bloody at this time, even Mr. Zhao will be relieved under the nine springs.
"Okay, let's go!" Xiao Wuhen shouted in a deep voice. At this time, each of them had a white belt tied on their arm, full of a kind of melancholy.
At this moment, no scribe would be hostile to Xiao Wuhen anymore, they only had one thought in their hearts, that is to fight a good fight with Anninguo, even if they lose, they will not be afraid.
In Gu Cang Square, it is already heavily guarded by soldiers at this time, and there are also strong Wu Wang gathered together, just in case.
Xiao Wuhen appeared with the most elite scribes of Ancient Cang Kingdom. Although there were not many of them, they gave off an indescribable aura.
"Is that the person we participated in the Wendou?"
"It seems quite imposing."
"Although I bought An Ning Guosheng, if we really win, it seems that losing money is nothing." At this time, many people of Ancient Cang Kingdom who were watching the excitement were discussing non-stop.
The ancient Cang Square has a large area, and the most central position is the ancient Cang Kingdom Arena.
And the shadow stone of that day is also there, so today's cultural struggle between the two countries is here.
???Wuhen arrived first with the scribes from the Ancient Cang Kingdom, and sat quietly by the side without saying a word! After waiting for half a cup of tea, a large and luxurious carriage suddenly appeared and galloped towards Ancient Cang Square.
There were four knights clearing the way in front of the carriage. Judging by the armor on their bodies, they all belonged to the strong King Wu.
"They are here." Many people's eyes were attracted away, and their expressions appeared very complicated.
Soon the carriage stopped at the entrance of Gu Cang Square, and the Seventh Prince, Meng Xu and others got off the carriage one after another.
"The oldest one should be Meng Wenshi."
"He is our enemy now, can you not use such a tone?" At this time, the two young scribes seemed to be arguing, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the noise of the crowd.
Controversies like this abound around Gu Cang Square at this time.
And even though Meng Xu and Baiyi Mingshi were in the enemy's country, their expressions were still extremely calm and extremely confident.
Finally, they came to the opposite side of Xiao Wuhen and others, and a few eyes looked over naturally.
"I've seen Master Meng Wen!" Xiao Wuhen stood up at this moment and saluted Meng Xu. The other scribes also stood up and saluted.
Although each other soon became Wendou's enemies, but for people like Meng Xu, it is natural that etiquette cannot be dismissed.
"Return the gift!" Meng Xu had a calm smile on his face, stretched out his hands in a bow, and then sat down.
Both parties of Wendou had already arrived at the scene at this time, and at this time the entrance of Ancient Cang Square was also released! Many common people, wealthy businessmen, literati and warriors flocked in, but under the coercion of many elite soldiers, they did not dare to make noise, and obediently looked for a seat to sit down.
After another moment, the gate of the palace opened, and the queen was going out at this time, which represented the arrival of the supreme power of the Ancient Cang Kingdom.
Even if the Queen arrives at the entrance of Ancient Cang Square, she still needs to get off.
"Your Majesty is here!" At this time, with Chen Jin's shout, everyone stood up and bowed to the queen.
Except for Meng Xu, even the seventh prince needs to kneel on one knee.
"Pingshen!" Her Majesty the Queen said lightly, her voice was clear and clear.
Then Her Majesty the Queen didn't say anything more, but she had a pretty smile on her pretty face, and the tension in her heart couldn't be expressed. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com