Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 298 My name is Zhao Wujiang too!

Wang's rejoicing incident happened on the sixth day after Grain Rain.

Yiping ruled Dao Tu, prayed for blessings, and made nets.

In just a few days, Bingzhou has welcomed countless visitors, and now it has become a mixed bag.

The Wang family and the Qin family joined forces and issued a reward in Bingzhou.

Anyone who provides clues to Zhao Wujiang's hiding will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold. Therefore, if the clues are caught by Zhao Wujiang, they will be rewarded with the opportunity to join the two tribes, and they will be on the rise ever since.

In the streets and alleys of Bingzhou City, countless reward notices for Zhao Wujiang were posted, with pictures of Zhao Wujiang's appearance, his behavioral characteristics, and even the appearance and characteristics of his colleagues written on them.

Everything is detailed, everything is clearly marked, and the desire to find Zhao Wujiang is bound to be strong.

Except for one thing, Zhao Wujiang's identity was not written.

Wang and Qin would not write Zhao Wujiang's identity, because Zhao Wujiang is the Minister of the Ministry of Ministers, and his official position is the second rank. He is an important official of the Tang Dynasty. Brazenly offering a reward for the arrest of officials of this level is tantamount to setting himself on fire.

The clouds gathered in the sky and the wind dispersed, and time passed.

The people Wang and Qin searched for thought that it would be very difficult to find Zhao Wujiang, but they didn't expect that in a city called Dongyang near Chang'an in the north of Bingzhou, the reward was posted in less than a cup of tea. Someone provided clues to Zhao Wujiang's hiding place.

The Wang and Qin clans who were close to Dongyang City were all ready to go and hurried away.

noon.

Bingzhou, Dongyang City, the sun is shining brightly.

Outside the wine shop in the south of the city, dozens of hunters from the Wang and Qin clans have surrounded this small wine shop. In the eye-catching wine shop.

The curtain of the restaurant was lifted, and a head poked out from inside. It was a little old man with disheveled hair, and his thin cheeks were reddened by the smell of alcohol.

His eyes were full of excitement, and he grinned and said:

"My lords, Zhao Wujiang is inside."

The two groups of people did not make a sound, but the leader beckoned, signaling to send someone in to investigate.

A few clan youths with trembling faces reluctantly stepped into the wine shop, and the rest of the clan behind them looked nervous.

After they stepped into the restaurant, they immediately saw the handsome young man standing proudly in the center of the hall.

Dressed in black, with long hair hanging loose, he is holding a wine bottle, shaking his head, reciting poetry recklessly, surrounded by a group of young talents who are either wearing Confucian shirts or holding folding fans, all with extraordinary demeanor.

"Er Tsao's body and name are all destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be destroyed forever!"

The young man in the center of the hall recited a sentence aloud, and pointed to the clan members who came to investigate, and the young talents around him applauded.

"Good poems, good poems, as expected of Brother Zhao!"

"Why can we write such poems?"

"If you want me to say, it's those four words of great Confucianism for scholars that really highlight Brother Zhao's talent in the world!"

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In the middle of the hall, the young man in black was full of alcohol, his eyes were covered by black hair, his face could not be seen clearly, but it added to his free and easy handsomeness, he waved his hand, shook his head and said with a smile:
"Brothers, please remember the four words, do great things, and don't be polluted by some rogue-eyed people."

The young talents onlookers laughed and laughed, and they agreed with it very much. Their eyes were sharp, and they kept scanning the clan members who came to inquire.

Sensing the gaze, the young man of the clan felt uncomfortable, smiled awkwardly, and exited the wine shop.

Outside the bar.

"Uncle Clan, it's Zhao Wujiang, that's right."

They inform the leading clan elders.

"You really see clearly?"

"This figure looks like him! I just sang a few poems, like him!

And scolded us for being more like him!"

The inquiring clan members thought about it and added continuously.

"Take him down." The leader said in a deep voice.

People from the Wu Yang Yang clan rushed towards the wine shop one after another.

"My lords, wait."

The drunkard old man who tipped off the news was blocked by the curtain.

The members of the clan looked unfriendly.

"The Promised Hundred Taels of Gold"

The drunkard old man rubbed his hands together and smiled.

"Give him, give him, give him."

The clan leader was impatient, and someone behind him threw a bulging cloth bag, making the sound of gold and iron colliding in the air.

The drunkard old man took it, tilted his weight, his thin cheeks became more rosy, and moved away.

People from dozens of clans poured into the wine shop one after another. The handsome young man in the center of the hall was still reciting poems, and the young talents around him kept applauding.

"Take him down!" The leader yelled angrily, Zhao Wujiang was right about this arrogant look.

There are a group of scholars in the restaurant, in his eyes, none of them have the strength to restrain a chicken. As the elder of the clan, he will naturally not be polite.

Although Zhao Wujiang was tyrannical, he was seriously injured by his ancestors. He survived from death, but it was absolutely impossible for him to recover. As the leader of this trip, he was also a great master. He would not be afraid of Zhao Wujiang who was at the end of his power.

"Dare you?"

The young man with black hair in the center of the hall covered his eyes and roared angrily:
"This is Dongyang City!"

"I've taken you down, the city lord, there will be someone to explain!" The leading old man sneered, stopped talking nonsense, and the mighty cultivation base scattered, like a strong wind sweeping the entire wine shop.

The strong men of the clan stopped the young talents who were watching, and the leading old man stepped out to the center of the hall, grabbed the young man in black by the neck, lifted him slowly, and said angrily:
"Children of the Zhao family, you ruined my Wang clan's land and trampled on my Wang clan's face. You should suffer torture and die!"

The young man's throat was tightly choked, his feet kicked wildly, and the maniac laughter was still in his mouth. The young talents who were blocked around him yelled angrily, trying to break through the block.

"I haven't seen you in a few days, Zhao Wujiang, your cultivation base is so weak, it is as expected by the ancestors, it is difficult to heal yourself!" The leading old man smiled viciously, and stretched out his hand to brush away the long hair that covered the eyes of the young man in black:

"With your posture, you can only save face for yourself, but you can't save your life!"

The long hair was pulled away, and a handsome face appeared in the old eyes of the Wang clan. His eyes opened angrily for a moment, his appearance was handsome, yes, his body shape, yes, but it was not Zhao Wujiang.

The "you" clan elder was furious, and he used his hands suddenly.

Blood gushed from the mouth of the young man in black, he laughed hard, and squeezed out a few words:

"Grandpa, I'm Zhao Wujiang, what's wrong? Your face is a bit ugly hahahaha."

A member of the Wang clan lifted the curtain, broke into the wine shop, and exclaimed:

"Uncle Clan, there are armored soldiers coming outside with fine gold crossbows, and there are several strong men accompanying them!"

The clan leader's complexion suddenly changed, his hands trembled, and he let go of the black-clothed youth in front of him.

The young man in black fell to the ground, coughed violently, and then laughed wildly:

"My father is the city lord of Dongyang City. All my friends have seen it just now. You are in Dongyang City, trying to murder the son of the city lord!

Here he is Dongyang, Dongyang in Bingzhou, Dongyang in Hedong Road, Dongyang in Datang! "

"It's you who pretended to be Zhao Wujiang first. No one in Bingzhou knows that Zhao Wujiang is enmity with us these few days? Even if the city lord comes, we have a reason!"

The old Wang clan was angry, and the breath kept leaking out, trying to oppress the group of scholars in front of them with their energy.

The young man in black wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer:
"Dongyang City, no one knows, I am also Zhao Wujiang! How can it be considered impersonation?"

The sound of armor clashing was getting closer.

"The lord of Dongyang City is clearly surnamed Yuan!" The old man's eyelids twitched, and when the soldiers approached, they would be trapped in Dongyang City and could no longer go out to search. Then the clan around Dongyang City was short of manpower, even if they met the real Zhao Wujiang, Can't stop it either.

"Does that conflict with my name Zhao Wujiang?" The black-clothed youth laughed loudly:
"Master Ben, this morning, I just changed my name!"

"Yes, we can all testify!"

The young talents also laughed out loud.

"Not only Yuan Shao is called Zhao Wujiang, but I am also called Zhao Wujiang!"

"Hey, what a coincidence, Brother Chen, your name is also Zhao Wujiang?"

"Yes, it was just changed."

"I'll change it too, hey, from now on, I, Zhang, will also be the top poet of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Ha ha."

(End of this chapter)