The prince is very cruel

"It's him!" someone exclaimed.

"He Zhijie!"

When Guan Ning heard such a voice, his eyes lit up immediately and he looked carefully. As expected, he was different from others. Other scholars wore feather fans and scarves, white clothes and white sleeves, but this man looked like a beggar.

His curses were somewhat crude and unconventional, no wonder Pei Nan said he had a weird temper.

He wanted to go over immediately, but seeing the current situation, he chose to wait and see for a while.

"Humph!"

"Senior He, this is a place of saints and sages. How can you yell and shout like that?" Qin Ke's face was gloomy.

He Zhijie didn't buy it at all, pointing at his nose and cursing: "Stop pretending to be a gentleman with me, don't I know you? When I was studying with Wensheng, you were still breastfeeding!"

"Explain to me right now why people over 35 aren't allowed to participate!"

"I think you just don't want the Four Treasures of the Study of the Sage to be leaked. You want to keep them for yourself so that you can show off your status in the Shangyin Pavilion!"

"Don't think I don't know. A considerable number of people here are from Shangyin Pavilion. If the Four Treasures of the Study pass around, they will eventually end up in your hands."

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene was in an uproar again!

Many people looked at each other strangely, as if they were enjoying a good show.

After such a blatant revelation, the people from Shangyin Pavilion looked obviously unhappy. They were here to ruin things.

Qin Ke said coldly: "He Zhijie, I respect you as my elder and I won't argue with you."

"But if you dare to talk nonsense again and slander the academic style of Shangyin Pavilion, be careful or I will beat you out with a stick. No one can say that Shangyin Pavilion is wrong!"

He waved his sleeves, majestic and cold.

Compared to Qin Ke, He Zhijie looked more like a beggar from the mud, but he was not the least bit timid. He raised his head and said angrily: "Am I wrong?"

"He, Lu Ziming!"

"He, Xiao Qing!"

"He, Zhao Shi!"

"And him, he, he... which one of them wasn't arranged by you? What? You want to reserve a seat?"

"I have no interest in getting promoted or getting rich, but I must take Master Wensheng's four treasures of the study!"

The faces of those who were called out looked a little ugly, and the strange looks from all around made them uncomfortable.

The people in Shangyin Pavilion gathered, their faces gloomy. If He Zhijie continued to say this, what would happen? His reputation, which had lasted for many years, would be ruined.

So Qin Ke made a quick decision: "Someone come!"

"Immediately expel this old lunatic from the pavilion and never allow him to enter again!"

"Yes!"

In an instant, a large number of servants from Shangyin Pavilion rushed down to deal with He Zhijie, causing chaos and shutdown for a while.

He Zhijie was just a scholar. Facing so many people, he had no way out. He was directly lifted into the air and was about to be thrown out. He shouted and cursed with all his might, cursing so much that smoke came out of the ancestral tomb of Shangyinge, but still no one came out to stop him.

At this time, Guan Ning could no longer sit still and knew it was time for him to take the stage.

"Stop!" He shouted, his voice echoing throughout the venue.

"Who is it again? Who dares to stand out?" Everyone looked at him in unison.

Guan Ning stood with his hands behind his back and shouted, "So many people are against an old man. Is this the character of a scholar? If this gets out, I'm afraid the reputation of Shangyin Pavilion will be ruined."

"Guan Ning!"

"It's him again!" Many people exclaimed, their eyes filled with shock.

Even on the high platform, Grand Secretary Pei Xingwen, who had come to "supervise" the poetry meeting, squinted his eyes and thought, "This kid from the Guan family is restless. Why is he helping He Zhijie?"

Qin Ke's cold and arrogant eyes didn't take Guan Ning seriously at all. He scolded, "Where did you come from, little brat, to dare to point fingers at me, Shangyin Pavilion!"

"I've repeatedly tried to get this lunatic in, but he's been so aggressive and foul-mouthed that it's seriously disrupting the poetry gathering. I had no choice but to ask him to leave!"

"Besides, is there anything wrong with giving opportunities to young people?"

"Don't you think so?" He glanced at the thousands of people in the audience.

How could those scholars dare to offend Shangyin Pavilion? They all nodded and said, "Yes!"

"That's right!"

"It was Mr. He who was rude first this time."

"Rules are rules after all."

Guan Ning looked down upon hearing this. These people must be speaking for Shangyin Pavilion. After all, only when old-school people like He Zhijie left would they have a greater chance of competing for promotion and wealth. They seemed to be scholars, but in fact they were all selfish.