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The sounds of firecrackers broke the silence of the early morning, tearing apart the white of the fish in the east.

Zhao Jing narrowed her eyes. "The poetry contest is about to begin!"

When Zhao Yuannan came in from outside, he saw Wei Shuge covering Zhao Jing's face with a silver mask. Only his eyes were visible, and they were still as bright as ever.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuannan put down the basin and smiled, "This is great. You can travel without anyone recognizing you. The last time he made a ruckus at Shang Shu Manor, it was inevitable that he would be noticed. If his identity was found out, then it would be bad. Young master, this servant has seen the people coming from outside. It seems like they are old mister Wang Si and the group of people that you invited before! "

"Just teach them to wait. If I leave too early, they might think that I've lost control of my temper and made them look down on me!"

"Yes sir!" Zhao Yuannan nodded.

After washing up and having a good breakfast, Li Yiheng had already led Wang Si in.

When Wang Si saw Zhao Jing, he was no longer as restrained as he was last time. Instead, he became a lot more amiable. Those who didn't know him would think he was truly a master and disciple pair. His Master's face was dignified, but it carried an obvious look of love. His disciple was modest and polite.

However, Wang Si was used to displaying his might on the surface. Now, he seemed to have restrained himself when he saw Zhao Jing. With regards to Zhao Jing's identity, after Wang Si had returned from the banquet that day, he had secretly asked Shi Zhonggu for confirmation. But who was Shi Zhonggu? He was a master at playing dumb, so he naturally wouldn't say it out loud.

Shi Zhonggu had only given Wang Si four words: Caution and prudence!

From this, Wang Si knew that Zhao Jing's identity was not simple. Shi Zhonggu was a person who was not afraid of the heavens or the earth. He was just an old fox. If even he said it like this, then Wang Si would have a rough idea of what was going on. Now that they had met up with Zhao Jing again, it was natural for Wang Si to restrain himself a bit. On the surface, he had to pretend that he didn't know anything and memorized the words that Shi Zhonggu had given him!

Be careful when you speak of your actions, you can live a long time!

Zhao Jing was wearing a mask. "Teacher, can we begin?"

"The auspicious hour has arrived. We should begin!" Wang Si cupped his fist and said, "I have already ordered my men to prepare. When the time comes, Young Master just need to go and take charge. As for the process of the poetry contest, Young Master, you can rest assured!"

"With old mister here, I am at ease!" Zhao Jing walked out.

Yesterday, a stage had been set up in the great hall, with couplets floating in the air. For scholars, this was the easiest way to warm up, and the second most important thing was to get to the main topic.

Zhao Jing was wearing a mask as he sat in the spectator's grandstand. Everyone was extremely respectful towards him and they all slightly nodded their heads as they retreated to the side. No one dared to approach him. Zhao Jing wasn't inferior to him in any way. She would sit as she pleased. Even with her status, she was still able to sit at the main platform. Her eyes, which were hidden under the mask, swept past the crowd below without any warmth as she stared at the couplet that was hanging in midair.

Wei Shuge brought her muslin along with her as she followed Zhao Jing. Zhao Yuannan and Li Yiheng were hiding in the distance to prevent any unforeseen events from occurring. Wei Shuge glanced at the empty seat not too far away and leaned over to Zhao Jing. She said in a low voice, "Young Master, Young Master Wen hasn't arrived yet!"

Just as he finished speaking, a low cough sounded from outside the door. Zhao Jing raised his head and saw a familiar figure.

Coincidentally, Wen Rusheng's gaze was also looking in their direction. Their gazes met, and a trace of a smile appeared in the depths of Zhao Jing's eyes. He gave a slight nod to Wen Rusheng. Upon seeing this, Wen Rusheng hurriedly bowed with his hands folded in front of his chest. Then, supporting himself with his weak body, he slowly walked to the empty seat and sat down.

Many people were surprised by Wen Rusheng's arrival. As for the strange man sitting on the main platform, one could imagine how much criticism he had towards it. This poetry meet was originally hosted by Wen Jianxuan, then for some reason, it suddenly changed hands. It was fine that he changed his identity, but who would have thought that it would actually fall onto Fang Hua Zhai's body?

Last time, when Wen Rusheng went to the government office for a visit due to the smashing of Fang Hua Zhai, people could recognize him as Wen Rusheng's face and knew that he was Fang Hua Zhai's boss. So now that Wen Rusheng had appeared, it was only natural that it would arouse criticism. Everyone was guessing what kind of method Wen Rusheng had used to invite this young master wearing a silver mask to help him snatch the poetry contest from Wen Jianxuan?

Wen Rusheng smiled without saying a word. After sitting down, she looked at Zhao Jing with a smile. He knew that it was Liu Ziqing, but he didn't say anything in front of so many people. Originally, he was such a quiet man.

Strangely, Zhao Jing felt that there was someone watching him from somewhere. However, when he looked around carefully, he couldn't find anything suspicious.

Wei Shuge was puzzled. "Young Master, what's the matter?"

Zhao Jing shook his head. Could it be that he was too tense, causing him to hallucinate? It was probably due to him having too many doubts, and he had already gotten used to it! If there really was someone hiding in the dark, then perhaps only the East was still in the dark! It was true that Dongfang Xi had said that he would keep a close eye on the poetry contest. So, it would be reasonable if there were hidden guards within.

When his thoughts reached this point, Zhao Jing straightened his attitude and stopped thinking about it. However, when her gaze swept across the bustling crowd below, the light in her eyes immediately cooled down. Why … Zhao Jing glanced at Wei Shuge and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't I see Wen Yufeng?"

Hearing this, Wei Shuge slowly straightened her body and looked around coldly. She saluted Zhao Jing and quietly left the crowd, walking to Li Yiheng's side. Li Yiheng and Zhao Yuannan were hiding in the inner hall, peeking out through the curtain.

Wei Shuge stood outside the curtain and looked around. Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on the stage, she quickly opened the curtain and entered the inner hall. "Young Master asked about Wen Yufeng, you guys go take a look. Why isn't that kid coming out to join the fun?"

Zhao Yuannan thought about it and said, "Could it be that you feel that your talents are insufficient and decided not to show up because you're a cowardly turtle?" Or was it because the young master didn't want to see him that he was angry? However, he came from Jiangbei and even if he doesn't have enough knowledge, he should be able to come out and take a look! " Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yuannan glanced at the two, "Then I'll go take a look. I don't know what the hell this guy is doing!"

"If anything happens, remember to report me a message!" "Young master, you can't leave no one by your side. I'll go back first. I'll leave this matter to the two of you. Don't let Young Master worry about it!"

"Don't worry!" Zhao Yuannan nodded and left the inner chamber ahead of Wei Shuge.

Waiting for Zhao Yuannan to leave, Wei Shuge's eyes darkened as she stared at Li Yiheng, "Sir Li, can you tell this to this servant? "This servant dares to ask, just how many dark guards of the Regent's Manor are there in this great hall?"

Li Yiheng's face froze. "Aunt is wrong. This lowly subordinate belongs to the emperor, although …" Sometimes he would be forced to do so, but his subservient heart would always be on the side of the emperor. For generations, the Li Family has been loyal to the Emperor, not to the Regent! " With that, Li Yiheng bowed respectfully towards Wei Shuge. "These words can easily spread to the emperor's ears. Even in front of the Regent, this lowly subordinate will say these words!"

"Alright!" Wei Shuge turned around and walked away. When she reached Zhao Jing's side, she said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Young Master. Your servant has already told the spider king to go take a look. There should be news soon." Our people have been keeping an eye on the movements in the Full Moon Valley, so it should be fine! "

Zhao Jing nodded without saying a word. However, he still felt an indescribable unease in his heart, as if something was about to happen.

The poetry meet had already begun. There was a bit of commotion outside the door, but it quickly disappeared without a trace. There were still some orders from the east, so this poetry meet would not start today.

Zhao Jing carefully observed everyone who answered the questions and listened attentively. Today's poetry contest was different from usual. It did not talk about the wind and moon but only about the common people. It did not talk about the prosperity, it only talked about desolation. It did not talk about the politics, only about the life and death of the people on the battlefield. These scholars who were shaking their heads and shaking their heads were all studying the regular articles on the books. There were also those who did not know the hardships of the world and did not understand the concept of life and death. They were too far away from Zhao Jing's hopes.

He was studying hard, and what he was reading was a book about sages. What he was reading, however, was not the work of a sage! It's just a silverfish, just a bookworm! What Zhao Jing wanted wasn't just the knowledgeable ones. What he wanted was the courageous and scheming ones. These people in front of her were clearly not the ones she was looking for. Other than shaking her head and wagging her head, these people didn't know anything else. In the future, even if she became the champion, she might not be able to help her. On the contrary … He might not be able to do anything well!

It was just child's play to talk about soldiers on paper!

Dongfang Wenming was separated by a window, and he felt that it was ridiculous to listen to the students outside talking so much. He couldn't help but sneer and say, "Laughable young man, you know too much but you don't know how to worry! With just these people alone, they still dare to talk about military tactics and tactics? "

Zhou Zhizhi let out a long breath, "This lowly servant thought that the young master would create some sort of big scene, but to think that it was actually so funny. What's the difference between this and playing with a monkey? To let a powerless scholar talk about the yellow sand rolling in the autumn, what was the difference between this and having a pig that was about to be killed and having them embroider? "With the current situation, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, my lord. These people are all insufferable bullies."

"Don't worry!" Dongfang Wenming sipped a mouthful of tea and watched the movement outside through a crack in the window. Amongst the bustling crowd, he could see the silver mask with a single glance. Even though there was a mask between them, he could clearly see that her eyes were slightly bright. The little girl was sitting there quietly. She looked so serious that it really made people happy.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

After he retracted his gaze, Dongfang Wenming asked again, "What's going on outside?"

Zhou Zhiqian bowed, "In reply to Master, all disturbances have to be restrained at the fastest speed, however, no one has been found. But you said that if he were to come, he would come to find Young Master immediately, so we must pay extra attention to Young Master's side.

"Very good!" Dongfang Wenming raised his cup with a darkened face. "We can't let him get any closer to the emperor!"

Zhou Zhizhi swallowed his saliva. His master was … Remembering it? Why else would he have stayed with the emperor for the whole night? It was a good thing that Full Moon Restaurant had a peaceful life ahead of them. In fact, there were already guards of the Residence of Regent waiting in seclusion. No matter who it was, no one would be able to approach the Emperor without making a sound. However, Zhou Zhisheng realized that something was wrong with his master's expression. Following the unidentified line of sight in the east, Zhou saw the interaction between the emperor and Wen Rusheng.

Wen Rusheng's pulse was smiling warmly, which was very eye-catching. However, with the current situation, it was impossible for Dongfang Buming to appear in front of Zhao Jing. He only gripped his cup tightly, and the back of his hand … The veins popped.

At this moment, Zhao Yuannan had already arrived at the Earth Room. The waiter said that Wen Yufeng had not come out since he went back to his room yesterday. Zhao Yuannan wanted to knock on the door, but he was surprised to find that the door was ajar.