The prince is very cruel

Seeing Chen Tu taking it and then giving it to Guan Ning, the hearts of those scholars were bleeding, but they could only say that they lost to Su Dongpo from another time and space. It was not unfair, not unfair!

When the poetry reading ended, the whole place was in an uproar, and countless literati and nobles came, wanting to make friends with Chen Tu and establish a good relationship with him.

"Brother Chen, I'll take this."

"Remember, no matter who asks, you must say that you wrote it. You can't say that I know it, okay?" Guan Ning said seriously.

"Brother Guan, why don't you want such a good reputation? This poem is yours!" Chen Tu hesitated.

"It's okay. I'm not interested in fame, but fame is useful to you."

"Pei Xingwen will probably take you to the palace. Don't let anything slip. I'm leaving." After Guan Ning said this, he disappeared from the spot. After the task was completed, he left, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

"Brother Guan, Brother Guan, next time I will treat you to the best prostitute in West Lake!" Chen Tu shouted, feeling extremely grateful to Guan Ning. He had decided to make this his friend.

He was about to turn around when he heard Guan Ning's voice from afar: "I want two!"

Chen Tu laughed dumbly: "No problem!"

At this time, Pei Xingwen had already arrived in front of Chen Tu: "Mr. Chen, His Majesty invites you to come with me into the palace."

Chen Tu was shocked, his heart pounding wildly. At this moment, he even felt like he was dreaming.

"..."

Outside Shangyin Pavilion, He Zhijie paced back and forth anxiously, his face flushed. He was looking forward to his master passing on the Four Treasures of the Study, and was also amazed by the two poems just now!

So much so that Guan Ning appeared.

"Boy, where are the four treasures of the study?" he rushed up.

Guan Ning smiled and said, "Here."

He took off a small bag from his waist and handed it over with both hands, very generously.

He Zhijie took it, and was so excited that he almost burst into tears, and held it tightly in his arms. An old man who was not interested in official positions and wealth regarded these four treasures of the study as treasures.

After a long while, he raised his head, his eyes complicated: "Those two poems that kid just read were written by you, right?"

"Did you hear it?" Guan Ning was surprised.

"Nonsense, there's such a loud noise inside, and I'm not blind." He has a straightforward temper and his eyes are staring at someone, wanting an answer.

Guan Ning touched his nose and insisted: "It was done by Chen Tu, it has nothing to do with me."

"Haha, young man, my eyes are blessed. You can't fool me."

"I know that Chen Tu. His sister, Ya Fei, once asked me to teach him, but I refused. I know this kid. He has no inklings at all, let alone the ability to write such a magnificent poem that even I am ashamed of myself."

"Either of these two poems can put all the poets of that era to shame. Compared to you, Shangyin Pavilion is simply a joke."

"And you gave such an honor to someone else. You are not simple." There was a hint of admiration in He Zhijie's eyes.

If there were outsiders in this alley at this moment, they would certainly be shocked. The famous He Zhijie, who didn't even give face to the emperor, now respected a young man so much.

Guan Ning spread his hands helplessly, neither admitting nor denying.

He Zhijie was not an unreasonable person, and everything was self-evident, but he looked at Guan Ning with great admiration.

A young genius, an absolute young genius, he feels ashamed of himself!

"By the way, thank you very much for these four treasures of the study." As he said this, he bowed deeply, which was completely different from Qin Ke, a cultured person with a "staff position".

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" he kept his promise.

"I need three years of your time." Guan Ning blurted out.

"What do you mean?" He Zhijie frowned under his gray hair.

"I want you to work for me for three years!"

"What to do?"

"Teaching and educating people." Guan Ning said again.

He Zhijie was surprised. He had not expected such a request. "My reputation is not very good. They all say I am an old lunatic. Why don't you go to Shangyin Pavilion and invite those great scholars of the time? Instead, you invite me, a crazy old man with half of his body buried in the ground. What are you thinking?"

Guan Ning grinned: "Those guys are hypocritical, and Mr. He, your temper is more to my taste."