"I can't tell! I can't tell from his handwriting which young man is famous all over the world!"

Xu Jidao read ten pieces of papyrus over and over again, but still could not find any clues. He could only know from the writing that this person was not very old. He wrote in one go and with great strength, and he continued ten poems without any pause. It must not be him.

An old man of this age.

Thinking that there was a rising star who had gone ahead of him in writing poetry but was not known by him, the king of poetry, his obsession with finding poetry immortals made Xu Jidao look almost crazy.

When the ten poets who bought poems at the bridge of the island saw Xu Jidao's appearance and thought of the insidious interrogation they had just experienced, they all regretted that they had bought poems for beauty and went to the island, but they couldn't admit it in public, so they could only say hello to the seller in their hearts.

The idiot Ning Wuhuang who did not say who the ghostwriter was was mentioned in the poem.

"Who is it? Who is Shixian?"

Xu Jidao was very emotional, but he was still careful when looking through the papyrus, for fear that the rubbed papyrus would break when he looked through it, destroying Shixian's original work.

Regardless of whether well-written or handed down poetry copybooks are easy to come by, just like his collection of poems, one copy is worth a thousand taels.

However, this kind of authentic work that is free and easy and deliberately conceals its true identity may only have one copy. This is a unique treasure!

"Miss Ji, you are the most talented woman in Jinling. You know countless students. The person who wrote the poem is in Jinling City. Do you know who he is?"

Xu Jidao finally returned to reality from his own world.

Ji Jin shook his head truthfully.

Just when Xu Jidao sighed in disappointment, Ji Jin said again: "I don't know, but Miss Shen's bodyguard should know who Shixian is."

Mei Xiang, who was writing a manuscript next to her and preparing to report that Ning was fine, saw two people who were crazy about poetry suddenly mentioned her. Facing the eyes of Ji Jin and Xu Jidao that were hotter than the sun, she was so frightened that her heart pounded.

, the brain is spinning crazily.

who?

Poetry?

Who is he?

Mei Xiang, who couldn't remember such a person at all, was sweating on her forehead and it was raining in her heart.

I am not the only one escorting the young lady. Miss Ji, don’t just look at me. Why don’t you ask others if they know who you are talking about?

Ji Jin frowned slightly when he saw that Mei Xiang was silent.

Could it be that Shixian is a member of the Shen family, has the same temperament as Youchu, and ghostwrites poems just for fun?

Xu Jidao also thought of the Shen family's style of doing things in a high profile and being a low-key person, and he couldn't help but feel a drum in his heart.

If it were the Shen family, it would be difficult for him to ask for advice from time to time.

Despite his reputation as the King of Poetry, he is highly praised by students all over the world, and even the royal family members treat him with courtesy, but in front of these famous families that have existed for thousands of years, he is just an honored guest, and he can be turned away if he wants.

Outside the door, who knows that the Shen family doesn't value false fame in the world at all.

The two were silent for a moment.

In the end, Ji Jin couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Meixiang, did Youchu tell you not to talk about this?"

Mei Xiang was really about to cry.

She regretted that she was not literate at first, and now she could not even understand the meaning of Miss Ji's words.

What's going on?

What to say?

"Miss Ji, I'm just a servant. I don't know anything. If you have any questions, you'd better ask my lady!"

Mei Xiang grabbed the straw paper in her hand and ran towards the island.

The looks in Miss Ji's and King Xu Shi's eyes were so scary. She had better hurry up and reveal Ning Wuhuang's true identity and continue to keep an eye on the talented man who wrote poetry.

Ji Jin and Xu Jidao ran away feeling guilty when they saw Mei Xiang. They looked at each other and understood.

The identity of Shixian is indeed extraordinary and cannot be spoken in public.

But how could they let go of this opportunity to learn Shixian's true identity?

The two of them walked straight through the students and hurriedly chased after them.

The people who were left hanging at the bridge looked at each other and hesitated.

In fact, they also wanted to know who the Poet Immortal was who wrote the poem, but this would be tantamount to exposing the fact that they were ghostwriters on the island, and it would be a slap in the face, which was too uncomfortable.

"Brother Yuan, can we join in the fun?"

"What the hell!"

"Aren't you curious?"

curious?

Of course curious!

Didn’t you see that King Xu Shi was almost going crazy with curiosity?

But when Yuan Bao thought that he bought this poem from Ning Wushuang, the boy asked him what he wanted to say, so he still suppressed his curiosity.

Others don't know who Shixian is, but that silly boy Ning Wuyang must know.

"Why are you so anxious? When we leave the small island in the middle of the lake, I will have plenty of ways to find out who the Shixian is."

Yuan Bao pretended to smile and reminded them.

"I told you in advance that no one should think that they were caught buying poems on the island and wanted to leave. We can't waste the ten taels of silver. We must eat well, drink well, and have enough fun before leaving."

He used his ability to buy the island where the poet immortal's masterpiece was written.

It was a privilege to be able to land on the small island in the middle of the lake that was not open to the public. It was enough for him to brag about for several years. He couldn't leave without seeing clearly what the island looked like.

"Master Yuan is right, this is the luck given to us by the Shixian."

"Let's go, let those beautiful maids continue to play music and dance!"

…

In the hospital.

Ning Wuyan looked at the doctor who said nothing and twirled his goatee from time to time, his whole heart sinking.

I'm not afraid of the doctor's smiling face, but I'm afraid of the doctor's low eyebrows.

I'm afraid he has some serious illness!

"Mr. Xu, what's wrong with my dear grandson? You've been feeling your pulse for half a quarter of an hour and you still haven't found it?"

The impatient Ning Feng was spinning around like an ant on a hot pot, making Ning Wuhuang feel even more nervous.

finally.

The doctor withdrew his hand, stared at Ning Wuyang and said quietly: "Why did you say you were in pain just now?"

"My whole body hurts, especially my brain." Ning Feng quickly answered before Ning Wuyao could speak.

This doctor had received favors from Ning Feng, so naturally he would not be careless.

The doctor saw Ning Feng's worried look, and after checking his pulse carefully for a while, he said "hmm" in a low voice, wrote a big character on the straw paper, folded it and stuffed it into Ning Feng's hand.

"After returning home, take the medicine once according to the above prescription and you will be cured immediately."

After hearing this, Ning Feng was about to take it apart when the doctor waved his hand.

"Go home and take the medicine. It's time for us to have lunch here."

"Okay, please."

Ning Feng stuffed the straw paper into his arms like a treasure.

Ning Wuyan stood up from the consultation bench, and when he met the doctor's eyes, he was secretly relieved when he saw that the doctor finally showed a smiling expression.

It seems that his illness is not serious.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to get better just by taking a pill.

I just don’t know what is written on this prescription that it works so well.

There is a miracle doctor among the people.

The grandfather and grandson returned to Ping An Medical Center along the same route.

When Ning Wuhuang walked to the door without a door, he saw a pair of master and servant standing at the door from a distance.

Although the tall master was wearing a long blue gown worn by students, his prominent arm muscles and his slightly dark face due to his love of martial arts made him look like he had stolen someone else's clothes.

It was none other than Third Brother Ning Wuzhi.

"Third brother."

When Ning Wuyang saw Ning Wuzhen, he knew that his chicken legs were missing.

Ning Wuyi walked over quickly, put his long arm on his shoulder and slapped him hard twice.

"Fifth brother, I haven't been to the hospital for two days. Why is there no door?"

Ning Wuyu glanced at Ning Feng, who had a dark face next to him, and suddenly retracted his hand with understanding, and quickly saluted Ning Feng.

"Grandpa, have you eaten?"

"It's okay. Didn't you go to the small island in the middle of the lake? Didn't you come back after failing the test?"

Ning Feng clenched the Tiger Head Guan Dao in his hand.

Seeing that the grandfather and grandson who were cheating on each other were about to be beaten if they disagreed, Ning Wuhuang was about to change the subject, but heard the boy behind Ning Wuzhen say unconvincedly: "It's rare for a young master to write a good poem, and he's not that Liu family

The young lady deliberately made things difficult for the Third Young Master by comparing his poems with other people's poems, which made Miss Ji pick a bone in her eggs."

"Lidong! If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

Although Ning Wuyi knew that Liu Qingfang did it on purpose, there was something he had to admit.

He also writes about bamboo, but his poem is indeed not as good as the poem "Bamboo and Stone".

Ning Wuyang didn't care about the Talents Conference, but when he saw Ning Wuzhen's expression of disappointment, thinking that his third brother treated him well, he asked with concern: "Third brother, this Wen Wu is the best in Wu Wu
Chapter completed!