Wen Xuan's departure made everyone present feel a little relieved.
The majestic imperial master, the dean of the Hanlin Academy, such a big shot, they were lucky to have cultivated for many years.
Even though Wenxuan looked like he was laughing and joking, the aura he exuded inadvertently made everyone feel solemn.
This is just to send off the propaganda, but at the auction, Wang Zhenshan, the double-walled empire, has not left yet.
Just sitting there is enough to make many young men below feel terrified.
With the support of two big figures, Wang Zhenshan and Wenxuan, powerful men like Ho Hong remained silent and did not dare to maliciously lower prices as before.
As the first poem was shot, the curtain of the second poem fell on the stage.
On the battle flag, the second poem is written, "I am smiling to the sky with my sword across my face, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact."
As soon as this poem came out, many people's eyes lit up.
That was such a great spirit of disregarding life and death.
Even Ho Hong, who wanted to disrupt the situation, was shocked by the power of this poem.
Liu Meng's voice sounded softly, "In order not to affect everyone's bidding, starting from this poem, the starting bid is 10,000, with no upper limit."
"The bidding begins."
As soon as Liu Meng's voice fell, Wang Zhenshan's hearty voice sounded.
"Haha, that's how courageous you are. If you dare to have the confidence to hold a poetry auction, you must have a suitable price."
"It's so petty to do what you did just now. I value this poem very much. I offer fifty thousand. If anyone wants to increase the price, I will accompany you."
Wang Zhenshan's words directly raised this auction to a higher level again.
Everyone in the audience, even though they wanted to bid, thought about it and finally decided not to bid with this old general Wang.
Seeing that Wang Zhenshan was determined to win, no matter who the other party was or how high the price was, he would follow suit.
Everyone can see that Wang Zhenshan attaches great importance to the second poem. Instead of doing this, why waste time and offend Wang Zhenshan again.
The voice of fifty thousand taels fell, and as expected, no one in the room made a sound to follow him.
After three inquiries, the poem was sold to Wang Zhenshan for 50,000 yuan.
Wang Zhenshan's face showed a happy smile.
This poem is almost a perfect match for him. An old general like him who has been fighting on the border all year round has long disregarded life and death.
He only wants to serve the country. He is a rough man and does not understand any literary sentiments.
But today's poem moved him. He glanced at Su Qi'an, who was standing in the back corner, speechless.
There was a hint of admiration in his eyes, as he generally looked down upon literati and rough men like Wang Zhenshan who had a military background.
But today, this Su Qi'an spoke out what was in his heart. He was worthy of being a scholar who had been on the battlefield.
"This Su Qi'an really understands how my border soldiers feel." Wang Zhenshan sighed inwardly.
At this time, the third poem was also unveiled.
The third poem reads, "As long as the flying generals of Dragon City are here, I will not teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains."
"Good guy, this Uncle Dongshan is really smart."
Wang Zhenshan's inner evaluation of Su Qi'an has once again reached a new level. Read the book
These songs completely express the inner thoughts of their frontier soldiers.
As long as there are soldiers present, they will definitely be affected by these poems.
Even the expressions of everyone present changed.
From the beginning, I just hugged and watched the fun, and then I was infected by the content of the poem.
Even though most of them have never been on the battlefield, because Kyoto is close to the north.
From time to time, the invasion of the Northern Rongren would be reported to Kyoto immediately.
The strongest army of the Rong people was the cavalry, and the war horses they rode were called Hu horses by Daliang.
Sometimes, when the war in the north is tense and there are loopholes in the front line, the Rongren cavalry will occasionally drive in.
They even approached the outskirts of Kyoto for a time, although they were eventually repelled by the Kyoto guards.
However, the people of Kyoto are deeply aware of the fear brought by Eijin's cavalry.
The poem brought by Su Qi'an gives people a strong sense of upliftment.
This is a kind of spiritual encouragement, which is far stronger than the victory brought by the body.
In an instant, the bidding sounds in the lobby started one after another.
The people participating in the auction are no longer military men like Wang Zhenshan, but more powerful princes.
This poem has aroused their inner emotions.
In less than a blink of an eye, the price of the follow-up auction has reached 40,000, and judging from the posture of the follow-up auction, the price has no intention of stopping and continues to rise.
In the end, only Wang Zhenshan and a Mr. Wu surnamed were following.
Just when everyone thought that Lord Wu would choose to quit out of respect for Wang Zhenshan, suddenly, the voice of a maid sounded again in the private room on the second floor.
"My master offered 60,000 yuan to bid for this poem."
Everyone looked up, and in the private room on the second floor, the curtain opened again.
Walking towards him was a butler, and everyone looked puzzled at how famous the auction owner was, yet he was not present.
You know, even the emperor's master Wenxuan and the northwest commander Wang Zhenshan came, but the owner of the private room did not show up. Could it be said that this person's identity is greater than the previous two?
Just when everyone's eyes flashed and they were guessing the background of the owner of the private room, Wang Zhenshan's voice sounded.
"Who I thought it was, but I didn't expect it to be Lao Fan. Tsk tsk tsk. Lao Fan is really leisurely. The northern border defense is so tense. I didn't expect to send someone to care about an auction."
"Haha, Mr. Wang is joking. After all, this auction is held by Uncle Dongshan. My master said that Uncle Dongshan came from the northern battlefield after all, so he can be regarded as one of his own."
"Master can't come because he has something to do, but his heart must be there to support his family. This is his duty."
"Haha, Lao Fan still knows how to speak. Since Lao Fan cares so much, I will give in this time."
"Thank you, Mr. Wang." The butler nodded repeatedly.
Lord Wu below seemed to know the identity of this person. After a moment of silence, he withdrew from the competition.
In the end, the third poem was sold for 60,000 taels.
Everyone present is not a fool. There are more people and more sources of information.
Soon we will know the origin of the big man named Fan. This person is none other than the commander guarding the frontal battlefield in the north, Fan Wenzhong.
Everyone was sighing that a small auction could attract the entire empire.
Although Fan Wenzhong was not present, his butler's words just now made it clear.
Su Qi'an is his own member of the northern defense line. If anyone dares to cause trouble, Fan Wenzhong will be the first to get around him.
The expressions of the princes below had some changes, and their eyes accidentally looked at He Hong, who was silent.
It feels like a depression in my heart.
Fortunately, they escaped in time and did not continue to embarrass Su Qi'an.
This is called having no background. Halfway through the auction, so many big names have been attracted.
In the second half, who knows if more big names will appear.
If they continue to be in trouble, they may die without knowing how.
Ho Hong also felt a wry smile in his heart, thinking that he was considered a powerful person in Kyoto.
I was just entrusted by someone. I thought it was a small matter, but who knew it would attract so many big shots.
If possible, he could not wait to find a crack to get in right away.
Su Qi'an didn't care what Ho Hong and these nobles were thinking at all. He never set his sights on these powerful nobles.
In the original border battlefield, he was not afraid of princes like Zheng Liang and Zhao Ang, let alone these young masters in Kyoto who relied on the shadow of their ancestors.
What Su Qi'an is thinking now is that the more big names come to this auction, the better.
It would be best to attract royal nobles
, In this way, the auction he holds will definitely become famous throughout Kyoto.
At that time, the shock caused will definitely attract the attention of the court.
As long as he is noticed, Su Qi'an will have a chance to be recruited into the palace. Only in this way can Su Qi'an truly gain a foothold in Kyoto.
And this is the real purpose of Su Qian's auction.
It is not easy to accumulate military exploits, but he has found another way and his reputation as a great talent is definitely enough to make everyone pay attention to him.
The third poem finally fell into the hands of Fan Wenzhong, and the fourth poem followed.
"You will die for your country on the battlefield, why should you return your body wrapped in horse leather?"
The appearance of these two sentences made everyone breathe heavier.
If the first few songs show that he is fearless and does not care about life and death, then the fourth song fully reveals his determination to die in service to his country.
There is a similar echo to the first song.
As expected, the sounds of bidding came one after another, and even from the private room on the second floor, there were several bidding sounds.
The follow-up price this time exceeded 60,000 in an instant, and it seems that the trend is still rising.
The last follow-up auction price reached 80,000.
The person who shouted out the price of 80,000 yuan was none other than a distinguished guest in the private room on the second floor.
The curtain opened, and an old man over seventy years old appeared. This man was about the same age as Wenxuan.
He was also wearing a simple robe, but his body unconsciously exuded a strong sense of majesty.
His eyes glanced around, making people afraid to look at him.
The appearance of this old man suddenly changed the expressions of everyone present.
Even Wang Zhenshan showed a hint of shock at the appearance of this man.
When everyone reacted, they all bowed respectfully to the old man.
"We will pay homage to the Duke of Chu."
The Duke of Chu is one of the few first-class Dukes in Daliang. He is not only a senior citizen, but he is also able to assist His Majesty in handling the government affairs of Daliang.
Being called Zaifu, his power is real, one person is under one person and over ten thousand people.
Even His Majesty's children, when they see the Duke of Chu, they all have to address him as Zai Lao.
Su Qi'an remembered that Xie Cang's adoptive father seemed to be the powerful Duke of Chu.
The appearance of the Duke of Chu was unexpected by everyone.
The great Liang Zaifu, such an absolute big shot who has come to an end, never expected to appear here.
Many people rubbed their eyes, fearing that they had seen wrongly.
Duke Chu Guo smiled, nodded slightly, and signaled to stand up. His eyes turned and finally landed on the last two private rooms on the second floor. The next sentence he left immediately made everyone's minds go blank.
