When Zhao Rong followed Mi Ning and others to the open venue with tables and chairs, the scene was already crowded. Countless scholars and literati and the people present stretched their necks and looked inward. Someone could vaguely hear someone shouting loudly in the audience: "Which one wrote this poem by? Please stand up, please stand up and let us meet? Which one did this poem by the young master, which one?"

Because it was the children of Mi Youren, the organizer of the Cultural Association, the Mi brothers and sisters and Huang Ji quickly made way for the crowd and walked directly into the core area of ​​the venue. Zhao Rong, who was one step late, was blocked outside by the crowd who quickly backfilled. In helplessness, Zhao Rong could only stretch his neck like others and looked in, wanting to see what wonderful words the master made, which caused such a big sensation?

The eyes of the new body have not been poisoned by computers and mobile phones. Zhao Rong saw from afar that after the Mi brothers and sisters, Huang Ji and others entered the venue, they immediately rushed to a middle-aged literati. They took a piece of paper from the middle-aged literati and watched it. Then Mi Ning's brother and Huang Ji applauded together. Mi Ning also covered his little mouth excitedly, obviously marveling at the wonderful and wonderful words on the paper. Zhao Rong couldn't help but feel more curious, and couldn't help asking a fat man dressed in a rich man next to him: "What kind of poems are this official, what is it written?"

"I don't know, it was too far away just now, and I didn't hear it." The fat man answered very frankly and said, "But it must be a wonderful word, otherwise, Mr. Mi Yuanhuimi from Runzhou would not call in person and invite the young master who made that word to come out to meet."

At this time, the middle-aged literati who had just handed the paper to the Mi brothers and sisters spoke again, and whispered loudly: "Young master who wrote this poem, please be sure to come out to meet you. In Mi Youren, I really hope to meet you. There are also the famous Mr. Yanshan and Mr. Fenning, who are also famous. I also hope to meet you."

"That bastard is so good at attracting his appetite, and he wrote good words but didn't show up. Isn't this intentional snatching my limelight?"

"There is him!"

When Zhao Rong was wondering, a shout suddenly came from the distance. A scholar suddenly jumped out of the crowd and pointed to the direction where Zhao Rong was and shouted: "Finished! There! Hurry up and catch him!"

"Yes, it's him!"

Many scholars and people were shouting together, and they rushed towards the direction where Zhao Rong was like crazy. At first, Zhao Rong thought they were coming at the people beside him, but when Zhao Rong subconsciously looked around, he was surprised to find that except for Zhao Xiaoyi, the people around him had already dodged left and right, but the people were still rushing towards him, shouting and screaming, "Catch him! It's him!"

"Mr. Lang, it's not right. Why do they seem to be coming for us?" Zhao Xiaoyi also saw that it was not right.

Zhao Rong nodded subconsciously and asked Zhao Xiaoyi: "Xiaoyi, did you peek at Widow Yang taking a shower again yesterday? So they are here to catch you today?"

"No, I haven't peeked for several days." Zhao Xiaoyi shouted for justice and quickly said, "Mr. Lang, the situation is wrong. Should we run away?"

Looking at the people's twitching claws, Zhao Rong, who had teased his maid last night, was a little panicked. He nodded and ran away. It was fine if he didn't run away. Zhao Rong had just raised his legs and ran away, and the group of people suddenly shouted louder and more crazy, "Catch him! Grab the person in white, don't let him run away!"

"Why did it come for me?"

Zhao Rong, wearing a white Confucian shirt, felt even more panicked and ran even harder. However, it was extremely unfortunate that the scholars around him rushed up and surrounded Zhao Rong and Zhao Xiaoyi in the blink of an eye. Zhao Rong could not rush over several conflicts, so he could only scream in despair: "What are you trying to catch me? What am I doing?"

The screaming was useless. When the group of people finally chased Zhao Rong, they grabbed Zhao Rong without saying a word, then dragged him in and walked in. Zhao Rong struggled desperately and shouted, but the people didn't listen at all, and just shouted, "Hurry, hurry up, drag him over, don't let him run away again."

When things have come to this point, there are thousands of students from Shilin and military and civilians on the banks of the Yangtze River. Of course, they all ran to the scene to check the situation. Of course, almost everyone's eyes were all focused on Zhao Rong. They just asked what happened, and then it was still very natural. Naturally, some people talk nonsense and insisted that Zhao Rong was sneaking into the girl's breasts in the crowd, so they were pulled up to be sent to the office.

"Let me go, what are you going to do? Why should you arrest me?"

While struggling desperately, Zhao Rong was unconsciously dragged to the center of the crowd, and to Mi Youren, the father of the Mi brothers and sisters who had been shouting in the venue before. Then a scholar gasped and said excitedly: "Mr. Yuanhui, it's him, and that poem was written by him."

"Everyone, please let go of this young master." Mi Youren also spoke, saying, "Please let him go and let him stand up and speak."

Countless people grabbed Zhao Rong's hands and finally let go one by one. Zhao Rong, who was still in shock, was able to stand up straight and asked with great surprise, "Are you crazy? For no reason, what did you do to catch me? What did I do wrong?"

"Young Master, they are so excited." Mi Youren bowed to Zhao Rong and apologized, and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that the young master was so young and could write such a brilliant poem. Mi admired him, admired him."

"What wonderful poems?" Zhao Rong asked in confusion.

"What?" Mi Youren was a little surprised and said in surprise: "Young Master, wasn't that Man Jianghong made by you?"

"Man Jianghong?" Zhao Rong finally heard something wrong and asked even more strangely: "That song Man Jianghong?"

"I am determined to eat the meat of the Huns in a hungry state, and laugh at the song "I drink the blood of the Huns with thirst." Mi Youren replied.

"What?" Zhao Rong suddenly realized and asked in surprise: "You caught me here because I made that song Manjianghong?"

Mi Youren nodded, and Zhao Rong was also very amused and cried. He patted his chest and said, "I'm scared to death. I thought it was something? It turned out to be because of this."

"Young Master, so, do you admit that this poem Man Jianghong was written by you?" Mi Youren hurriedly asked, "Since you have made such wonderful words, why didn't you ask the copywriting paper just now, and why did you leave in a hurry?"

"I want to go and fuck your daughter."

Zhao Rong was telling the truth in his stomach, but he replied: "I had an urgent matter just now, so I didn't have time to ask someone to write it on the paper."

"So that's it." Mi Yourenxin thought it was true and smiled: "Young master is so free and easy, such a wonderful word, he is willing to let go and leave, and refuses to leave his name. This desire to not seek fame and fortune really makes Huang admire him."

"Then you marry your daughter to me."

Zhao Rong muttered again in his stomach and said modestly: "Mr. Mi has won the award. That song is just a superficial work of the younger generation, so he dare not leave his name rashly."

"A superficial work?" Mi Youren smiled and said, "Young Master, do you know what is the famous Mr. Yanshan who read your song "Manjiang Honghou"?"

After saying that, Mi Youren pointed to his side and said loudly: "Mr. Yanshan said in person that once this word comes out, it will be difficult to write Man Jianghong from now on!"

Hearing this, Zhao Rong, of course, subconsciously looked in the direction pointed by Mi Youren, but saw that the old man with white hair with a green robe and long beard had met him three days ago at the dock outside Runzhou City. He stood in front of him with a smile on his face, bowed to him and said with a smile: "This young man, we have met again. I am really blind. I didn't expect that you, the young man who took the initiative to give the boat to me three days ago, could have such talent."
Chapter completed!