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Kyoto, south of the castle.

Sixteen people.

Zhu Youcai and Wang Jue and other sixteen young talents checked the scope of the test questions for the next spring exam outside the south wall of the Ministry of Rites yesterday, and played in Kyoto with some new friends. This afternoon, they were about to set off on their way home.

, go back to your hometown.

This time they entered Beijing, they were very glad that they had made friends, but they were also very sorry that they did not meet Master Zhao from Wuya Pavilion.

Yesterday afternoon and this morning, they went to Wuya Pavilion again, but the news they received was that the Pavilion Master was not here for the time being and did not know when he would return.

Zhu Youcai was a little discouraged. Since he learned that Master Zhao from Wuya Pavilion was from Lan Xin, he has always been proud of himself and Master Zhao from his hometown.

He also felt the respect he had never felt before.

However, this trip went to Wuya Pavilion three times in a row, but he didn't see the Lord Zhao's face, which made him feel depressed. Their group had already arrived at the city gate. If they wanted to see Lord Zhao, they had to wait for the spring exam next year.

More than a dozen people were talking, laughing and discussing, and were about to cross the city gate.

At this moment, an anxious but unconcealed voice sounded.

"Brother Zhu, stay quickly!"

Zhu Youwen looked back and saw that the person who came was wearing a jade white brocade robe. He was one of the friends they met in Kyoto. He called Chen Shan, and his family was in a restaurant business.

Chen Shan ran so angry that he was out of breath, but there was an indelible smile on his face.

Zhu Youwen and his group stopped and were puzzled. Could it be that they had pulled down something?

"Brother Zhu, good news." Chen Shan covered his lower abdomen and turned to the left. He ran too fast and was out of breath for a moment.

He slowly adjusted his breathing, nodded seriously, but he still couldn't stop breathing:

"Peace Master Zhao...Peace Master Zhao...Peace Master...He..."

"Have Master Zhao returned?" Zhu Youwen and his party were happy. If Master Zhao returned to Wuya Pavilion, they could visit Wuya Pavilion again, even if it was delayed for a while.

Chen Shan shook his head, his expression was extremely solemn:

"No, we have met Lord Zhao!"

"Have you seen it? Where?" Zhu Youwen couldn't believe it.

Wang Jue's pupils shook violently, and then he thought of something, and exclaimed:

"Outside the southern wall of the Ministry of Rites yesterday? That Lord Zhao?"

"Just, that's right!" Chen Shan nodded desperately:

"I learned from my father that the current secretary in the court... No, Secretary-General is Lord Zhao of Wuya Pavilion!

Moreover, he was at the banquet at the Qinzheng Building today... and wrote poems one after another, and his talent was among all officials!"

Zhu Youwen was struck by lightning. He couldn't believe that the Lord Zhao he saw outside the southern wall of the Ministry of Rites yesterday was actually his group of people who admired and admired and were honored by the Lord Zhao.

The person he admired was right in front of him, but he didn't know him.

At that time, he made a comparison in his heart, believing that Lord Zhao was not as good as Lord Zhao's master, and that the arbitrary arrogance in his talent was incomparable to other poets.

Zhu Youwen felt very uncomfortable. When he thought of this kind of miss, he felt infinite regret and regret in his heart, regretting that he did not take the initiative to talk to Zhao Wujiang.

He felt envy of Wang Jue. Wang Jue was facing the two adults in the beginning, and was neither humble nor arrogant to ask for poetry. Then Lord Zhao wrote three poems in succession to give to the students on the spot.

The more Zhu Youwen thought about it, the more regretful he felt, and his face was gloomy and gloomy.

Wang Jue and others were heartbroken at this moment. They were deeply moved, sighing, sighing at the wonder of fate, and also regretting the past.

After Wang Jue sighed, he shook his head and laughed. Although he had some speculations at the beginning, he was not firm enough.

However, he came forward and talked to the person he admired for a sentence or two, and he also learned poetry.
Chapter completed!