In the golden autumn season, the weather is clear and cool.
The sun is warm and peaceful, the breeze is gentle and soft, the sky is blue and white clouds are floating, and the fields are golden.
The painting is as poetic as a painting.
It's refreshing.
When Zhao Hao and Su Si arrived, quite a few people had already gathered in the Juxian Building.
The annual Golden Autumn Literary Festival seems to have aroused more enthusiasm because of the battle between Dagan and Huangman.
Most people were talking about the battle between the two countries in Mubei City.
Many people were also discussing the literary battle that was about to break out between Zhao Hao and Lu Huairen.
When the two men arrived at the door, they met a few ruffian youths.
Several of them were all dressed in gorgeous clothes and walked with turtle steps, as if God was the boss and they were the second in command.
When they saw Zhao Hao, their eyes suddenly lit up and they hurried over to greet him.
"Hahahaha, Brother Hao, you really came!"
"Brother Hao, it's been a while since we last met. We missed you so much!"
"Brother Hao, tell me quickly, what is it like in the prison?"
"Brother Hao, I heard that you were going to have a literary duel with that guy Lu Huairen. Is this true?"
"Brother Hao, please don't blame us brothers. The reason why we didn't go to your house to see you these days is because we were confined by the old guys at home."
"Yes, yes, brother Hao, we are so anxious that we want to fly to your house, but we can't do it!"
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Several people gathered around Zhao Hao and started talking crazily, making his head buzz and his stomach churn with nausea.
He quickly waved his hands to stop several people from continuing speaking.
"Alright, alright, don't you think I don't know what kind of people you are? Aren't you just afraid of offending Princess Yongning?"
These five people were his friends before his rebirth.
They are all illegitimate sons of the nobles in the court.
They are from the Wang family, Qin family, Luo family, Sun family, and Zheng family respectively.
They have no say at home and are all uneducated bastards.
Because Zhao Hao is the biggest bastard and the best at fighting, he is the leader.
After being exposed by Zhao Hao, several people showed embarrassment on their faces.
Wang Mengyu, who was standing at the front, chuckled and said, "Brother Hao, since you already know what's going on, why do you still have to tell me? We are all under house arrest, so even if we really want to go see you, there's nothing we can do!"
Zheng Zhiqian from the Zheng family nodded quickly: "Yes, Brother Hao, the brothers really have no choice, don't be angry!"
Zhao Hao glanced at them unhappily, waved his hand and said, "That's enough. I don't have time to bother with you guys."
As he said that, he took Su Si and walked towards the Juxian Building.
Wang Mengyu and Zheng Zhiqian looked at each other, then hurriedly chased after them.
Wang Mengyu said, "Brother Hao, everyone is saying that you are going to have a literary duel with that guy Lu Huairen today. Is that true?"
These people are the kind of people who will make anyone shake their head in disgust when they are mentioned.
But Lu Huairen is different, he is from another small group.
He is a young talent who will be praised by everyone who mentions him.
The reputations of the two groups are so different that their relationship is naturally not going to be good. They dislike each other and cannot see eye to eye.
Originally, they would never come to the Golden Autumn Literary Festival every year because this place did not belong to them.
But when they heard that Zhao Hao was going to have a literary battle with Lu Huairen, they also came over.
Zhao Hao snorted, "If it's not true, then what am I doing here? When have you ever seen me attend a literary gathering?"
Wang Mengyu said quickly: "Brother Hao, you are not locked up in the prison, are you? How can you win in a literary duel with Lu Huairen?"
Zheng Zhiqian on the side also said: "Yes, Brother Hao, and this Golden Autumn Literary Conference is organized by the Imperial College. Even His Majesty pays close attention to it every year. If you lose to Lu Huairen here, you will lose face!"
Zhao Hao glared at the two of them in anger and said, "What's wrong with you two? I'm bound to lose today, right?"
Wang Mengyu said helplessly: "Brother Hao, it's not that the brothers hope you lose, but you have no chance of winning. Although the brothers usually don't like Lu Huairen and think he's a hypocrite, we have to say that he is really good at showing off his knowledge."
He just didn't have the courage to say it. How can a guy like you, who is uneducated and unskilled, win?
Zhao Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, and immediately said angrily: "Get lost, I don't want to bother with you!"
After saying that, he walked up to the third floor.
There were obviously fewer people on the third floor than on the first and second floors, but when Zhao Hao looked around, there seemed to be at least twenty or thirty people.
Seeing them coming up, everyone's eyes immediately turned to them.
"Hahahaha, isn't this Young Master Zhao? I heard that Brother Zhao is going to have a literary duel with Brother Huairen today. This is really exciting!"
A tall and handsome young man in a purple robe stood up and walked over after seeing Zhao Hao.
This man was named Pang Zhen. He was the youngest son of the current Chief Secretary Pang Yuan, and had a very good relationship with Lu Huairen.
"I'm looking forward to it, but I don't know who gave me the courage to challenge Brother Huairen in a literary duel. I'm really overestimating myself!"
A young man wearing a green robe and looking a little thin also walked over with an arrogant look on his face.
Zhao Hao looked at the other person, who was Han Chong, the legitimate son of Chief Justice Han Guoan.
Han Chong, Pang Zhen and Lu Huairen are the iron triangle. The three of them are close friends and all of them are talented and famous. They are very popular and admired by many literati and scholars.
Seeing the two people coming up, Zhao Hao grinned and said, "Who do you think you are? How dare you yell in front of me? How about I fight you with fists before we fight with words?"
When Han Chong heard this, the arrogance and pride on his face immediately turned into gloomy and angry.
"Zhao Manzi, you..."
Zhao Hao sneered, "Why, you don't dare? If you don't dare, get out of here!"
The smile on Pang Zhen's face also faded. He looked at Zhao Hao and said in a deep voice, "Brother Zhao, this is Juxian Building after all, and today is the Golden Autumn Literary Conference. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for Brother Zhao to speak nonsense here, right?"
Zhao Hao walked straight through the two people and headed towards an empty space.
As he walked, he said, "Are you telling me what to do? I do whatever I say. Whether I keep my word or not is none of your business. Get out of the way. A good dog doesn't block the road."
Sitting down near the fence, the maid immediately poured tea for him and Su Si.
Everyone's eyes were still on him, but Zhao Hao acted as if they saw nothing and just picked up the teacup and started drinking.
More and more people were gathering on the third floor, but after what happened just now, most people looked at Zhao Hao with hostility.
Zhao Hao was not surprised either.
Most of these people were from the left prime minister's party. Since he wanted to fight with Lu Huairen in words, these people naturally didn't have a good attitude towards him.
After drinking two cups of tea, the main figures of the literary gathering had not arrived yet, even Lu Huairen had not shown up, which made Zhao Hao a little annoyed.
Seeing that he couldn't sit or stand and felt itchy all over, Su Si couldn't help but chuckle.
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