Wang Hua had no scruples either. Anyway, he decided to leave Luoyang, so he didn't care!

He thanked again and strode to Ji Xu's head to sit down. But he was still holding the jade pendant that Wu Zetian gave him. In front of Wu Zetian, it was difficult for him to hold it in his hand and play with it carefully. But his eyes were pointed and he could see the appearance of this jade pendant at a glance. This was a double-ring pendant of the glass dragon. That is, a glass dragon was hollowed out inside. The outer edge of the glass dragon was an inner jade ring, and between the inner jade ring and the outer jade ring, there were several peony flowers carved hollowly. This was not an easy workmanship.

Moreover, Wang Hua also saw that this was a piece of topaz made of finely chasing and slowly grinding and carving. But the color of this piece of jade is like a newly peeled ripe chestnut. This is the best among topaz, and some people call it sweet topaz. Of course, what Wu Zetian himself uses is still an ordinary thing?

Wang Hua did not want to give it to his sister Dafeng. Even if Dafeng gets married in the future, this is also a precious dowry. After all, it was used by Wu Zetian. Even in a sense, Dafeng's status in his husband's family can be improved.

Ji Xu asked in a low voice: "The government was looking for you at the beginning, why didn't it appear?"

Now I finally know that Wang Hua is in Gong County, but Gong County is only one step away from Yanshi County. Moreover, it was not found in Yanshi County in the end, so Gong County also sent a yamen runner to conduct a cross-examination. Wang Hua could not have known such a big noise.

He was also wondering something. With the character of this young man, it was absolutely impossible to flatter the Zhang brothers to seek wealth and glory. So why did he appear in Zhang Yizhi's mansion again?

Wang Hua did not answer and asked back, "Mr. Ji, please ask me. What will happen if the boy came forward on his own initiative?"

At that time, the government was looking for Wang Hua, but there were only two possibilities. One was to make an appointment, but Wang Hua had been in Luoyang for so many days, and he had never used the Wu Zetian edict to apply. At most, Wu Zetian met him, but this made his reputation soar, and it was a shortcut to enter the scientific examination. But sooner or later, gold would shine, but Wu Zetian would not meet him. Now his fame has spread throughout Luoyang?

The second is the assassination case in Duanzhaizixiang. However, this assassination case eventually changed its nature and became an excuse for Wu Zetian to suppress the aristocratic family. Although the case quickly disappeared and people once again admired the foundation of several major aristocratic families, Ji Xu knew that the two heads of the family secretly agreed to some conditions in Wu Zetian, and this matter was resolved.

But what's the use of this young man? Although he was a victim, his final position in this case became optional after the head of the Zheng Wang family arrived in Luoyang.

In other words, whether he or not is the same result.

Ji Xu couldn't help but look at Wang Hua in surprise again. What a boy! Good thought!

At this time, Zhang Yizhi slapped him, immediately walked into many maids, served the dishes, and the banquet officially began.

There were not many dishes, but every small plate was served with rare and exquisite ingredients. In addition to being handsome, Zhang Yizhi's brothers were also gourmets. Zhang Yizhi often called his servants to put the goose ducks in a large iron prison, raise charcoal fire, and then put the prepared five-flavor sauce in a copper basin. The goose ducks were in the prison, but because of the high temperature, they had to drink this seasoning. In the end, the goose ducks were roasted to death, but because they drank a lot of five-flavor sauce, the meat was extremely fragrant. They roasted live donkeys, which was the same as before. Once they wanted to eat horse sausages, they cut the horse's stomachs alive and pulled out the horse's intestines. The horse twitched on the ground for a long time before they died.

Of course, there were many noble guests today, and Zhang Yizhi could not do such indecent things in front of everyone. But there was one dish, which was roasted donkey meat, and there were other delicacies from the mountains and seas, and some of them had never seen Wang Hua for two lifetimes.

And because of the chef's careful cooking, the dishes not only emit an attractive fragrance, but also the colors are bright and dazzling under the huge candles in the living room.

In order to help the fun, Zhang Yizhi also invited music prostitutes to sing and dance for them. Most of these music prostitutes were young and beautiful girls. However, Wang Hua also found a music prostitute sitting in the corner with a pipa, which seemed to be a little older. Although this food is not as beautiful as the scenery, it is also a youthful meal. Once you get older, your future will be worrying.

Wang Hua looked at her again, and sure enough, she saw her brows frowning, and probably saw that her companions were praised by everyone. She could only sit in this dark corner, a little depressed.

However, there will always be people in the world laughing and people crying, which is also a kind of helplessness. Wang Hua sighed slightly and continued to drink and eat.

But there were many people who continued to watch him while drinking. What surprised them was that after receiving such great favor, this young man sat in a group of dignitaries in shabby clothes (because of changing seats, everyone around Wang Hua is not small now), and his expression was very distressed. Once again, they were amazed.

Even some romantic princesses saw Wang Hua's style and thought of the words he said just now: Ambition is not as high as he is, but not as ambition is, and living a hundred years old. He also thought of the words he gave to Princess Anle: Heaven is bitter and affectionate, and the righteous way of humanity is vicissitudes. Even knowing that he might be from a poor family, he still became a fanatic in his heart. Even Princess Taiping and Shangguan Wan'er toast Wang Huayao a glass of water and wine across the wine table.

But Xiao Guer looked at Wang Hua and thoughtful.

Not many people here know the reason why Wang Hua came to Zhang's mansion. But Li Gu heard him tell the real reason with his own ears. Like Wang Hua, she was also wondering why since her grandmother appreciated him so much, why didn't she meet him in the palace and let him attend this banquet in Zhang's mansion?

She looked again, and the Zhang brothers circled with the kings and princes of Wu, as well as her own princes of Li, and talked about the wind and suddenly realized something.

There is always a time when the song ends, and there is always a time when the banquet ends. The banquet has not ended, but after the guests have enough wine and food, the maid takes the wine off. There is still an activity that has not ended. Today, Wu Zetian was very happy, so he asked everyone to write a poem for the response.

In fact, some people slander in their hearts, and writing poems that are probably fake. This is what Lao Wu wants to see what poems Wang Hua wrote again, and also to see the words he wrote with his own eyes.

After a while, some ministers would write poems well, and Wu Zetian ordered Shangguan Wan'er to recite them.

After hearing this, Wang Hua shook his head in his heart. These poems that should be made are nothing but flattering. In four words, they are empty and empty.

However, among all the poems, it is difficult to see good works.

Other poems are not limited to time, content, or scenes. For example, Wang Anshi wrote at Guazhou Ferry, "The spring breeze is green again, the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?" It was only when he was in Jinling that he completed his conception. He changed it from again to green again, but he revised it dozens of times, but no one said that he was wrong with the scene or the question.

However, poetry should be produced differently. It must be written in a short time, with the scene, the content, and not even a time for modification. Therefore, it is rare.

He was listening to Shangguan Wan'er in a nice voice and reading these meaningless poems. Others were also watching him. Wang Hua did not write many poems, but every poem was almost a good one. Even the three poems he wrote, the "cits" he said, are also endlessly reminiscent, and are praised by literati and chanted by music prostitutes.

But when he was sitting wherever he was holding a pen, he seemed to close his eyes and rest, and even a word did not fall on the paper.

Wu Zetian finally couldn't help asking: "Wang Xiaolang, why don't you write poetry?"
Chapter completed!