My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

There are six examinations in the Zhuxi Literary Society.

The admission to Lanting is based on the comprehensive results of the six tests, so each test is crucial.

Song Zigui got an A-level at the start, which gave him a huge advantage.

He has the right to laugh at the crowd.

He is also qualified to look down on Bai Shaoqiu!

I can't beat that reckless man Bai Shaoqiu in a fight, but a literary competition is not about who has the harder fist, it's about who has more knowledge!

He looked at Bai Shaoqiu with undisguised contempt in his eyes—

A waste after all!

Even if you are the son-in-law of the royal family, the only place where you can act wild is in Xiling City!

Next year, I will go to Kyoto and become famous at the Xiangshan Literary Society... I will be summoned by the Emperor, and who knows, the Emperor might be so pleased that he will grant me the title of a fellow Jinshi and award me an official position.

This young master is an official in Kyoto, and you, Bai Shaoqiu, can only show off your power in Xiling City!

When this young master reaches the first rank...

Song Zigui's eyes gradually became cold, which made Bai Shaoqiu feel a little weird.

I thought, isn’t it just an A-level?

This is only the first try, are you so proud?

So he walked towards the desk beside him.

Those young men who were looking at Song Zigui with admiration in their eyes now turned their attention to Bai Shaoqiu!

Someone whispered:

"Look, he's going to answer the question!"

"Didn't they say he didn't even finish elementary school? How could he come up with this couplet?"

"Now that I'm here, I have to act nice."

"Not necessarily. Didn't they say that he defeated Young Master Song in a couplet competition at Shangling Academy not long ago?"

"Brother, that was luck. It's impossible for him to be so lucky this time."

"Hey, look, he didn't put pen to paper!"

Bai Shaoqiu took out a charcoal pencil from his sleeve pocket, but was stopped by the teacher!

"Please answer this question with a brush!"

"……I won't."

"If you can't even use a brush, then please go back and practice first!"

"Isn't it just answering questions? What does it have to do with what kind of pen you use?"

The master showed displeasure:

"Rules are rules!"

Bai Shaoqiu was amused: "Why does the Zhuxi Literary Society have such a rule?"

The Master was furious:

"I said this is the rule and it is the rule!"

"The rule of the Zhuxi Literary Society is that you must answer with a brush!"

"A man who can't even write a single word... If you say he's a scholar, that he can write good couplets and poems... You're insulting my intelligence!"

The voice of these words was a little loud, and they reached the ears of those students.

This guy ignited the enthusiasm of those students again:

"He can't even use a brush!"

"See? His true colors are revealed. I've always said he's still that loser, but you didn't believe me. Do you believe me now?"

"No wonder he didn't write the second line when he defeated Senior Brother Song in the academy."

A student asked in surprise:

"Then how did he win?"

"He recited it orally!"

"Hahahaha, Senior Brother Song lost unfairly!"

"Misfortunes often bring good fortune. Bai Shaoqiu really thinks he's capable. This time, he and Senior Brother Song are betting ten thousand taels of silver!"

"Then he's doomed to fail. He's not even qualified to answer the questions. It would be better for him to give the ten thousand taels of silver to Senior Brother Song as soon as possible."

"Hahahaha, someone who can't even use a brush actually came to participate in a literary gathering... He's insulting the intelligence of scholars like me!"

"..."

Song Zigui was still standing at the bridgehead.

He stood with his hands behind his back.

Smiling eyes.

There is disdain in his eyes!

Dongfang Meng, who was next to Bai Shaoqiu, was unhappy at this time.

He raised his arm to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then slapped the desk with his palm as big as a palm fan.

There was a sound of "Snap..."

The desk suddenly broke into pieces and scattered on the ground.

The teacher didn't even take a step back!

His brows knitted together, and his face gradually flushed with excitement:

"Who's next?"

"I'm Dongfang Meng!"

"...The fourth young master of the palace?"

"Exactly! Let my brother-in-law answer the question quickly, or I'll beat you to death with a stick!"

The master stroked his short beard and narrowed his eyes: "Can the palace ignore the laws and rules?"

"come!"

He stretched his neck and pointed at his head: "Come and knock me to death!"

"I want to see whether the Fourth Young Master's stick is harder or my neck is harder!"

Dongfang Meng, a tough guy, didn't think about the consequences at all. He took off the saddlebag hanging on the iron rod, took a step forward, and raised the rod.

Bai Shaoqiu quickly grabbed his arm...

With this blow, the old man has committed suicide to show his determination, and the palace will probably be in trouble.

The Emperor likes writing!

The emperor especially values ​​literati!

Someone will definitely report this to Kyoto.

Even if the emperor is wary of the strength of the palace and does not take this matter into account for the time being, the palace still needs to show its loyalty to the emperor.

It is certain that this brother-in-law will be escorted to the capital to apologize before the emperor.

What if the emperor ordered the execution of his brother-in-law to give an explanation to all the literati in the world...this is not impossible.

Although this brother-in-law has a strange way of thinking, he is also cute and always protects himself.

Of course he can't die!

"It's fierce,"

Dongfang Meng's thunderous voice rang out again:

"Brother-in-law, wait for me to beat this old bastard to death!"

"Put away the stick... If you beat him to death, who will judge for your brother-in-law?"

Dongfang Meng thought this made sense.

My brother-in-law came here to win the championship. Now that the judge has been beaten to death, how can he cross Zhuxi?

He retracted the stick.

Bai Shaoqiu wanted to pull him behind him, but he couldn't move him.

The old man straightened up at this time, and a victorious smile appeared on his old face.

He won the bet.

But he couldn't provoke Dongfang Meng again!

That's a fool, he'll really beat him to death with a stick!

His target is not Dongfang Meng or the palace, his target is... Bai Shaoqiu!

So he looked at Bai Shaoqiu with contempt in his eyes.

He raised his head slightly and said disdainfully:

"So you are the son-in-law of the royal palace!"

"Why don't you just stay in the Princess's Mansion? Why are you joining in the fun here?"

"The prince and princess are both inside. Are you planning to give them a surprise?"

"Have you ever considered appearing before them as one of the top five in the Sixth Trial?"

"Others may not know your weight, but I do!"

The old master leaned forward slightly, his eyes stern, still staring at Bai Shaoqiu, "Master Chen, who enlightened you and was angered to death by you, is my elder brother!"

"Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, but I still couldn't recognize you at first sight."

"What? Ten years later, you still can't even write?"

"My brother's death was truly meaningless. If he knew you were still so miserable... he would probably jump out of his coffin and drag you back to elementary school!"

"Since you are the prince's son-in-law..."

He waved his hand and said impatiently, "Go back!"

"Don't waste the time of the other students!"

Of course Bai Shaoqiu didn't leave.

He even laughed:

"You old man, you're getting ahead of yourself!"

As soon as these words came out, the old man became furious:

"You ignorant little thing, do you think that I would be afraid of your status as the prince's son-in-law?"

Bai Shaoqiu took a step forward, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice suddenly became a little cold:

"If it weren't for the fact that you're Master Chen's younger brother, do you believe I could punch you to death with just one punch?"

When Mr. Chen heard this, his temper flared up and his blood rushed to his brain!

He also took a step forward, his old eyes fixed on Bai Shaoqiu:

"Come on, try to move me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense.

A strange emotion arose in the hearts of those students:

They hope Bai Shaoqiu will take action!

They want to see how the palace will end!

If I beat the gentleman up at the poetry reading and actually killed him... that would be fun.

In full view of everyone, Bai Shaoqiu took out a palm-sized gold medal from his arms!

He held the gold medal in his left hand and said to Master Chen:

"This young master will punish you on behalf of the emperor!"