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Chapter 15 The Arrival of the King of Han

"This is my seat. He broke in without permission and it's all his own fault." Sun Yu couldn't help but feel funny and wanted to blackmail him.

"Oh, since Brother Sun wants to rely on his martial arts to become rampant, how about a competition with the guards below? You pick one at random." My guards are all elites in the palace, so just teach him a lesson in the name of a competition. I really want to

No matter what you do to him, it's hard to do anything with him. His father was a man who sacrificed his life for the country and was a model scholar. If someone really caught him, his reputation would be ruined.

"Don't go to all this trouble. Let's go together. You two are included in it." The two guards looked pretty good, but Sun Yu didn't take it seriously yet. As for these two Zhan Wushu, are they any different?

"Master, let me do it." Sun Sandao asked for a fight.

"If you can't, protect them." Sun Yu waved his hand and asked him to protect Qing'er and Xiaohuan.

...After a while, Prince Jiang felt that his legs were shaking a little. He was too cruel. Isn't Duke Nimaru a scholar? He was also a stutterer. How could this son be so tough? After only three or five breaths, his two guards could

He fell to the ground. As for Xiang Zishan, he was wailing on the ground. His face was so swollen from being slapped by the scabbard. Poor Xiang Zishan didn't have the guts to participate in the battle, but was beaten by Sun Yu. After all, he had no eyes for fists and feet.

Well.

"What's going on? Why are you waiting to take action here?" Mr. Sun, the Minister of Rites, rushed in angrily and scolded him. As a scholar, if you don't give yourself face, why don't you think about the imperial examination.

"I've met Mr. Sun," Prince Jiang said, cupping his fists and bowing in a perfunctory manner.

"So it's Prince Jiang. Who are you? You're making trouble here!" Mr. Sun felt that this was not easy to handle and had to change his approach. He immediately turned to Sun Yu and shouted.

"My father was the late Lu Guogong Ba Sheng. In the early years, I went to the house and met several times." Sun Yu did remember this person. He was still a chief executive back then and visited the house several times.

"Ah, it turns out that we are old friends. When I heard that you left Jiangning for medical treatment, I never thought that you would be cured. My uncle is so ashamed that he didn't know about this. Otherwise, he would have gone to the house to visit you." Sun Shilang would have shrunk if he had known this.

If you can't get out, you can't control this. They are all masters who don't need to take the imperial examination. This one is possessed by his father's halo, so he can't be defeated.

"I asked my uncle to make the decision. This person rushed in and insulted my father. My nephew couldn't help it for a moment and struck harder." Sun Yu pointed towards Zishan like a pig's head.

"What? The Duke of Lu is a loyal man and a model of literati in the Tang Dynasty. If you dare to insult him, are you seeking death?" When Sun Shilang saw that it was not Prince Jiang's son, but a pig's head lying on the ground, he was immediately emboldened. He was beaten.

In this way, you should be able to squeeze it. I am the Minister of Rites.

"Master Sun, it's me. My father is Young Master Yin Xiangcheng of Jiangning Mansion.

..." Xiang Zishan was anxious and quickly revealed his identity. His father still had some respect in Jiangning Mansion.

"The prince has committed the same crime as the common people, let alone you?" Sun Shilang was also a little entangled. His father, Xiang Shaoyin, still had a relationship with him, but in full view of the public, for the sake of his own reputation, he had no choice but to have him stabbed.

Those two people couldn't hold it on their own.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Sun, as far as I know, it's just for a woman, but it doesn't insult the late Duke of Lu." Prince Jiang regained his composure and quickly stopped him.

"What did the young master say?" Sun Shilang had no choice but to turn around and ask Sun Yu. This Prince Jiang was not only a member of the royal family, but also had quite a lot of influence in Jiangning over the years, so it was hard to ignore him.

"After my father passed away, I was the only male left in the house. Unfortunately, I also suffered from Lean Soul Syndrome. The Duke's house was in danger of being cut off. Therefore, my nephew came back this time and took a concubine in order to continue the incense. It was about to happen.

He wants to bring in a child for the Duke of our country, and he actually wants three thousand taels to buy him. He wants to cut off the popularity of the Duke of our country, so how can he not insult my father? I would be polite if I don't kill him." Sun Yu said solemnly.

"Come here, kick him out." Sun Shilang ordered decisively. This is a waste. Is this a woman from the Duke's mansion that you can think about?

"Master Sun, please listen to my explanation..."

"Let your father get ready. I will definitely give him a copy in court." Sun Shilang waved his sleeves and asked people to drive him out. As for the two palace guards, they had already been taken away. Prince Jiang

Seeing that it was irreversible, he left to avoid embarrassment. As for making a big fuss in Wenxiang Pavilion, he didn't have the guts. This Wenxiang Pavilion was the property of King Li Congshan of Han Dynasty. The person most trusted by the current king was even his father, King Jiang.

I don't dare to get angry here. If you offend him, you are really cheating.

"Since my nephew can sit on the second floor, he must be very accomplished in poetry. I wonder if he has prepared a masterpiece?" Now that the matter has been dealt with, the two of them are probably offended, but as a high-ranking official, reputation is the most important thing.

"Not long after I finished writing, I asked my uncle to correct me. Xiaohuan, go get it." Sun Yu also wanted to be famous, so this was a good time.

"Wonderful nephew, what a great talent, what a great talent..." Sun Shilang read it carefully twice, and couldn't help but be filled with emotion. Even with his own knowledge, he was determined not to be able to write such a gorgeous poem. I'm afraid the poetry attainments of the boy in front of him were beyond compare.

He can compete with the current leader of the country. This word will definitely be spread throughout the world, and he will benefit from it. This time, he will not be in vain.

"Come here, recite it loudly and let everyone listen. This is the first name tonight." Although there are still many officials who have not submitted their works, Sun Shilang feels that those who are eager to devour such handed down works will never be able to do it in their lifetime.

Can't write it.

"The Sapphire Case

The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night. Even more, stars fall like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long.

Moths are like golden threads in the snow and willows. Smiling words are filled with dark fragrance. People are looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."

When the host finished reading, everyone in the audience fell silent, savoring it carefully, or looking miserable. Once this poem came out, it was impossible for anyone else to steal the limelight tonight.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" A richly dressed young man walked over surrounded by guards. Just by his clothes, he knew that this person was extremely valuable.

"Master Sun, I don't know who wrote such a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation. Please introduce me to him." Although this man was very noble, his words were quite polite and virtuous, which made Sun Yu feel good.

"I have met King Han. He is the son of the late Duke of Lu. This poem was just written by him." King Han is the most important person in the royal family that the current ruler of the country relies on. If he can win the favor of King Han, he may not be sure.

It can go further.

"The common people have met King Han." Sun Yu stepped forward and saluted. This is a real big fish. The purpose of tonight is to make a name for himself. If he can get the favor of King Han, that would be great.

"Oh, I never thought that the person who wrote such masterpieces would be younger than me. You are the legitimate son of the Duke of Lu, why are you still a white man?" King Han was quite puzzled. Although the Duke of Lu was pursuing him,

Granted, but as the only legitimate son of the Duke's Palace, he should have a title no matter what. You can't promise that the master of the Duke's Palace is still a white man. Isn't this a joke?

"Reporting to the King of Han, the common people have never been weak. A few years ago, they went out for medical treatment with their masters, and they just returned to Jiangning... Sun Yu immediately explained his situation one by one.

"Brother Sun is a loyal martyr and has such talent, why not take part in the imperial examination?" In King Han's view, this imperial examination background was the right path for civil service. After all, Guan Yin was a bit uninterested.

"His Royal Highness the King of Han, since my father was killed, the common people have determined to imitate the Ban Dingyuan of the Han Dynasty, join the army, and promote the power of the Tang Dynasty." Since the King of Han intends to promote himself, he must make his intentions clear quickly, in case it really happens.

If you appoint a civil servant, it will be troublesome.

"The sword on the battlefield is merciless, are you not afraid of death?" King Han became more and more interested in the person in front of him. It would be a waste of natural resources for such a talented person to join the army. With the current king's love for poetry, it would be easy for this person to rise to prominence in less than ten years.

, there must be a place in the court. If it were a peaceful time, Sun Yu might really choose this, but in the Southern Tang Dynasty, his luck would not last for a few years.
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