Wu Wuyou looked at Wu Zhongxian. She was amazed at the fake eunuch's talent, but also at his loyalty.
She originally thought that this guy had no so-called loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, but every word in this poem directly overturned her perception.
Poems can best express a person's state of mind. Such majestic and passionate poems are enough to show that Wu Zhongxian is not as frivolous as he appears.
It can even be said that frivolity is his disguise and dissipation is his method to confuse his enemies, but in his true heart, he is a person who has strong feelings for his family and country and is absolutely loyal and unyielding.
Wu Wuyou knew that the Empress was determined to unify the world, and that Da Zhou would definitely be annexed by Da Qin.
As for a loyal person like Wu Zhongxian, he was afraid that when the Zhou Dynasty was destroyed by the Qin Dynasty, that would be the day when he would die for his country.
She couldn't imagine that such a talented and talented person would die for a corrupt country. It was such a pity.
Wu Wuyou was thinking the same thing as Ying Zhao, she wanted to keep Wu Zhongxian in the Qin Empire.
Only the Qin Empire is worthy of such a heroic man.
Wu Wuyou was thinking about it, and suddenly she felt something in her heart. She raised her head and looked at the empress Ying Zhao.
One look, no need to say anything, years of tacit understanding had already made her understand what the empress was thinking.
Stay and leave this person in Da Qin.
Wu Wuyou nodded slightly and responded to the empress.
She said she would do her best to handle the matter.
Wu Zhongxian still doesn't know that he has been targeted, but it doesn't matter. What he is least afraid of is being targeted by beauties.
"How about it? Have you ever thought about your poem?"
Wu Zhongxian put his hands behind his back and looked at the Minister of Civil Affairs arrogantly.
The Minister of Civil Service, who had recovered his senses, cupped his hands and retreated without saying anything.
There is no way, Wu Zhongxian's poetry has far-reaching ideas, gorgeous rhetoric, and deep thoughts, which is difficult to surpass.
At this time, if he uttered his beautiful line, he would be humiliating himself and it would be impossible to compare with it.
This poem, this word, not only made the civil servants feel inferior, but also moved the generals' hearts.
Even if they don't understand the poetry well, they can still hear the idea behind it.
Especially when Zhuangzhi ate Hulu meat and laughed and drank the blood of aliens, their blood boiled and they wished they could go directly to the aliens to fight.
In an instant, they felt that this pretty boy Wu Jingxian was their like-minded comrade.
"Brother, I'm a rough guy and I won't learn the roundabout ways they talk like civil servants. I admire you very much, but I still want to compete."
A broad-shouldered, round-waisted military officer wearing a tiger patch stood up and saluted Wu Zhongxian with his sandbag-sized fists. www.八一zw.????m
Then he said: "Jianghu sects respect strength. If you don't have enough strength, you will die in the past. So I want to see your cultivation level. Is that okay?"
When everyone saw the general coming out, they fell silent.
Even the civil servants did not dare to say anything when they heard the humiliation in the general's words.
Who dares to mess with this guy!
This is the lieutenant of General Bai, the God of Killing. Wu Shaoxiong, a third-grade general, has a second-grade cultivation level.
The hard qigong he practiced seemed to be favored by the generals of the Qin Dynasty.
He is even more outstanding among them. His powerful Qigong is enough to withstand three or five warriors of the same level for an hour.
If this were placed on the battlefield, it would be a tank pushing all the way, invincible and frightening.
People give face, and they say it very clearly, and Wu Zhongxian, who is straightforward, will not fail to give face.
Wu Zhongxian stretched out his hand and said: "Of course you can, the general can just come over."
When everyone heard this, they shook their heads and sighed, this guy really doesn't know how to live or die.
This is a martial arts competition, not a competition of poetry and eloquence. How dare you be so confident in a competition that is often fatal.
When the ground is full of teeth, it will be too late to cry.
No, there may not even be a chance to cry.
These discussion words reached Wu Zhongxian's ears, and naturally Wu Shaoxiong could also hear them clearly.
Wu Shaoxiong glanced at the gossiping civil servants with unkind eyes. He really looked down on these idiots.
"Master Wu, my name is Wu Shaoxiong, and I can be considered a member of the same family as you."
Wu Shaoxiong said: "When we compete among our families, we should be more polite so as not to hurt the harmony."
"In this way, I stand here and you attack me, you can attack me with fifteen or twenty moves or however many moves you want. As long as you can push me out and make me move half a step before His Majesty stops me, I will lose, okay?
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Wu Shaoxiong didn't know Wu Zhongxian's depth. When he looked at him, he just looked like a weak pretty boy.
With such a handsome appearance, he couldn't do it even if he was asked to do so. After all, this was a court, not a battlefield.
What's more, Wu Shaoxiong didn't want to be used as a knife in the hands of those civil servants.
Therefore, Wu Shaoxiong thought of this method, which could test Wu Zhongxian's strength without losing face to each other.
This is a rough-and-tumble guy, he just doesn't stick to details.
Wu Zhongxian cupped his hands and said, "General Wu said this, but I am being disrespectful."
"Then General Wu, get ready, I'm about to take action."
Wu Shaoxiong is an open-minded person, and Wu Zhongxian will not play tricks with him, so he specially reminded him.
"Haha, come on!"
Wu Shaoxiong stood in a horse stance, put his hands into fists on his lower abdomen, his muscles all over his body were bulging, and his large official robe was full.
Looking at it like this, it looks like a giant humanoid, with a solid sense of strength all over his body.
Seeing that he was ready, Wu Zhongxian slowly walked towards him.
He was acting like this just to prepare Wu Shaoxiong. He had taken etiquette to the extreme, and he looked like a humble gentleman. Compared with the Confucian scholar who had just been talking to each other, he was completely different.
Walking up to him, Wu Zhongxian still slowly stretched out his hand and put it on Wu Shaoxiong's neck.
Everyone watching this scene couldn't help but taunt him: "Is this guy planning to use a honey trap?"
"This slow and leisurely look is worse than my mother. If this can shake Wu Shaoxiong, I will stand on my head and pee."
"That's right, this pretty boy is so arrogant. Wu Shaoxiong gave him face, but he..."
Before the man finished speaking, Wu Zhongxian suddenly stretched out his leg and twisted it at Wu Shaoxiong's feet.
Bang bang bang...
Wu Shaoxiong stumbled back. Fortunately, Wu Zhongxian held his neck, which prevented him from falling to the ground.
The mocking words of the crowd were stuck in his neck, and the mocking expressions were condensed on his face.
They looked at this scene in astonishment, somewhat unbelievable.
This...is over?
Real or fake? Are you acting like them?
Wu Shaoxiong also looked at Wu Zhongxian in disbelief: "Second-grade peak?"
He was stunned. The move just now was a combination of hardness and softness, using softness to overcome hardness. While the skill was full, it also had strong power. The burst of it in an instant directly exposed the flaw in his horse steps.
The simultaneous pressure of the hands on his neck, coupled with his own weight, made him unable to maintain balance at all, and he immediately failed.
