Chapter 115

A group of officials also squeezed over, like a mountain gorilla from the Vironga Mountains in the Philippines, while greeting Wang Yang, while asking how old Wang Yang is and who is the teacher. Wang Yang is really tired of dealing with these quarrels of middle-aged and elderly men.

Fortunately, soon the collusion between Mr. Gao and Liu Yiyi was cleared, and they announced their rewards for the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Association. Wang Yang was given a thousand guan of money, ten pieces of silk, ten ingots of Hui ink, hundreds of kilograms of rice paper, one square of She inkstone, and ten pieces of Xuan pen.

The four standard treasures of the study were equipped, and the rest were rewarded, but the other second-ranked Li Zhiyi did his best because he failed to say something and won the title. He left sadly, and the rest of them all thanked them one by one.

Li Qingzhao, the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty, was naturally encouraged by Minister Gao. Then these members of the referee group of the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Association left first under the guard of the imperial guards.

As soon as the officials dispersed, Wang Yang's eyes swept away, and rushed to Zhao Mingcheng and Wang Miangu in three steps. He grabbed one with one hand and dragged the two men who were about to escape. "Boy, if you lose, you want to slip away and refuse to admit your account?"

"Why don't you let go quickly? In public, do you want to commit an offense?" Seeing that his companion was captured, Zhao Mingcheng and others couldn't help but be anxious and shouted repeatedly. Some even asked for help from the Song Dynasty general who had previously confronted Zhao Mingcheng face to face.

"Young Master, why do you stop these two Li Yuan?" The Song Dynasty Imperial Army general glanced at Zhao Mingcheng and Wang Miangu who were grabbed by Wang Yang and could not escape. Although he despised Zhao Mingcheng's character, he now had to shoulder his responsibilities.

"General, Wang didn't stop him. He just wanted to ask these two guys when they would fulfill their previous bet." Wang Yang directly used his hands and pulled Wang Miangu and Zhao Mingcheng to the ground, and then he bowed to the imperial guards, and said very gracefully.

"What's your bet?" The general of the Song Dynasty imperial guards seemed to be quite gossipy. He looked at the two unlucky people who were dizzy and asked curiously.

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The young literary men around him who were watching the fun also hugged him with a gossip. Hearing the Wang smiled and told the agreement between them that the losers at this Mid-Autumn Festival literary gathering must wear only a lid of marching in a gong and drum in the Bian River.

Everyone was confused at first, and Xuan Ji couldn't help laughing loudly. Some friends who were not interested in watching the fun had already issued an initiative, thinking that it was better to choose a day than to hit the day, so they asked Zhao Mingcheng and others to strip their clothes and beat drums here and circle around Qionglinyuan.

Zhao Mingcheng and Wang Miangu finally got up, and all the seven or eight literary young people who were betting with Wang Yang were in a dark face. Wang Miangu's eyes turned and immediately shouted loudly to refute the matter.

It seems that the guys of this guy have made up their minds. He would rather be beaten by Wang Yang than be so embarrassed to throw him into Qionglinyuan in Tokyo Bianliang. If that were the case, they would never have the opportunity to stand out in their lives, and would only become a laughing stock and a shame in the cultural circle of the Song Dynasty. If that were the case, how could they have a future career in the future?

"Zhao Mingcheng, Wang Miangu, and you guys, don't you guys have any responsibility at all?" At this time, Chen Jie, who was also happy to watch the fun, finally couldn't help but stand up.

After all, she was a middleman in this bet. Seeing Chen Jie, the female middleman standing up, Zhao Mingcheng and others couldn't help but feel a little guilty. One or two dared not face Chen Jie directly, but if they were asked to admit here that they had really made such a bet in front of so many people in the Bianliang cultural circle, then they would really lose all their shame.

"The hero will not suffer the loss in front of him. He will leave quickly. It will not be too late to perform again in the future. If you continue like this, the one who suffers the loss will be our brothers." Wang Miangu's eyes turned around and came to Zhao Mingcheng's ear and muttered.

"It's late at night today. Zhao said goodbye. The surname Wang. Zhao promised to lose two thousand guan to you. At that time, he will give it to you." Zhao Mingcheng, with a pale face, nodded with conviction and bowed to Wang Yang to show his condolence. However, he only admitted that he had lost the money, and then rushed down the hillside with lightning speed.

The big literary young man, one or two, ran away in panic, like the hen that made the weasel run into the chicken coop.

"Hey hey! You guys, how can you guys be so shameless?" Chen Jie looked at these losers rushing away in surprise, never expecting that they would be so unconventional and shameless.

Wang Yang stood with his hands behind his back and had no intention of chasing him. This made Wan Bin, who had always wanted to watch the fun, feel a little anxious. "Why don't brother stop these despicable and shameless guys?"

"That's right, master, you see, they all ran away..." Li Shishi couldn't help but sway Wang Yang's clothes in a hurry and said.

"It's okay, I've taken action just once, and if I take action again, I'll be inferior. A gentleman like Wang can't be brave and fierce in public." Wang Yang smiled very politely, waved his sleeves, and said very gracefully.

These words immediately made many literary old, middle-aged and young people present look at the leader of the Mid-Autumn Festival literary club with admiration, and they felt that Wang Wushan was indeed extraordinary.

Those faces full of admiration and appreciation made Wang Daren feel more and more proud. Anyway, those guys were already embarrassed and were about to throw them to grandma's house, not to mention that they had already made the bets between those guys and themselves public on such occasions.

So what if those guys are beaten to death and are unwilling to fulfill their performance? They don’t care about it, and use perfect body language and expression to interpret the excellent traditional virtues of the Chinese nation: gentle, kind, humble, respectful, and let.

It just happened to gain the reputation of a kind and kind gentleman, but as for Zhao Mingcheng and Wang Miangu, those ants will only be criticized as a despicable villain who is untrustworthy. It is so terrifying.

Li Qingzhao stared at the young literary men who were leaving in a hurry, and her heart was filled with coldness. She never expected that these guys would encourage themselves to fight, and she always felt that they were with them, and they were all a group of young people who were ambitious about the pursuit of literature and art.

But just as they were fighting side by side with them, they stabbed themselves from behind. That was fine, but now they have embarrassingly no courage to admit that they have the content of their bet.

They rolled and crawled away in a panic, and there was no more than just four or five. They looked so brave and courageous to seek trouble with Wang Yang. They were capricious and timid, which really made Li Qingzhao extremely discouraged.

Li Qingzhao took a deep breath, walked to Wang Yang, and gave a gift, and spoke in the voice of an oriole. "Please stay, please stay. Qingzhao lost, because Qingzhao overestimated her abilities..."

Wang Yang didn't expect that Li Qingzhao, a cute soft girl, would jump out at this time. Seeing those pairs of originally admiring and admiring eyes, they were instantly hostile, especially the expressions of the young literary youth who chose people, Wang Yang felt so terrified.

It seems that Li Qingzhao's cute soft girl has really been stabbing a lot, um...or rather, this is a literary occupant who likes soft and cute stupid girl and regards Li Qingzhao as their literary goddess.
Chapter completed!