In the golden autumn season, the air is crisp and clear.
The sunshine is warm and tranquil, the breeze is gentle and gentle, the blue sky and white clouds are flowing, and the fields are golden.
The picture scroll is poetic and picturesque.
It makes people feel relaxed and happy.
When Zhao Hao and Su Si arrived, many people had already gathered in Juxian Building.
The annual Golden Autumn Cultural Festival seems to have made people more enthusiastic because of the battle between Daqian and Human.
Most of the people were talking about the battle between the two countries in Mubeicheng.
There are also many people talking about the upcoming civil war between Zhao Hao and Lu Huairen.
When the two of them came to the door, they met several young people who were confused.
They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes and walking like a fool, as if they were the boss and they were the second boss.
Seeing Zhao Hao, several people's eyes suddenly lit up, and they hurriedly came to greet him.
"Hahahaha, Brother Hao, you are really here!"
"Brother Hao, brother Hao, it's been so long since we last seen each other. We miss you so much!"
"Brother Hao, tell me, what's it like inside the prison?"
"Brother Hao, I heard that you are going to fight with that guy Lu Huairen. Is this true?"
"Brother Hao, don't blame me. The reason why I haven't gone to see you in the past few days is because I was grounded by the old guys at home."
"Yes, yes, brother Hao, we are so anxious, we wish we could fly to your house, but we can't!"
"..."
Several people gathered around Zhao Hao and started talking wildly, making his head buzz and his stomach churning with nausea.
He quickly waved his hand to stop a few people from continuing.
"Okay, okay, what kind of virtue do you think I don't know? Aren't you just afraid of offending Princess Yongning?"
These five people were his close friends before he was reborn.
They are all the sons of the noble families in the court.
They come from the Wang family, the Qin family, the Luo family, the Sun family, and the Zheng family.
They have no say at all at home, and they are all uneducated bastards.
Because Zhao Hao is the bastard and the best at fighting, Zhao Hao takes the lead.
After being exposed by Zhao Hao, several people's faces showed embarrassment.
Wang Mengyu, who was standing at the front, chuckled and said: "Brother Hao, since you understand what's going on, why do you have to tell me? The brothers are all banned, so I really want to see you but there's nothing I can do!" "
Zheng Zhiqian from the Zheng family on the side nodded quickly: "Yes, Brother Hao, brothers, there is really nothing we can do, don't be angry!"
Zhao Hao glanced at them angrily, waved his hand and said, "Okay, I don't have time to talk to you guys."
With that said, he led Su Si towards the Juxian Tower.
Wang Mengyu and Zheng Zhiqian looked at each other, and then hurriedly chased after them.
Wang Mengyu said: "Brother Hao, there are rumors that you are going to have a literary fight with that guy Lu Huairen today. Isn't it true?"
These people are a type of resentment that makes anyone shake their head in disgust when they mention it.
But Lu Huairen was different, he was from another small group.
He is a young talent who will give a thumbs up to anyone who mentions him.
The reputation of the two groups is in the sky and the earth, so the relationship will naturally not be good. They dislike each other and cannot urinate in the same pot at all.
Originally, they would definitely not come to this Golden Autumn Literary Festival every year, because this place does not belong to them.
But when they heard that Zhao Hao was going to start a literary fight with Lu Huairen, they also came over.
Zhao Hao snorted: "It's not true. Then what are I doing here? When did you see me attend any kind of anti-zao cultural gathering?"
Wang Mengyu said quickly: "Brother Hao, you couldn't have been imprisoned in the sky prison and were stunned. How could you possibly win in a literary fight with Lu Huairen?"
Zheng Zhiqian on the side also said: "Yes, Brother Hao, and this Golden Autumn Cultural Festival is organized by the Imperial College, and even His Majesty pays attention to it every year. If you lose to Lu Huairen here, you will be humiliated!"
Zhao Hao glared at the two of them angrily: "What's going on with you two idiots? I'm destined to lose today, right?"
Wang Mengyu said helplessly: "Brother Hao, it's not that the brothers are expecting you to lose, it's that you have no chance of winning at all. Although the brothers usually don't like that kid Lu Huairen, he is so serious, but I have to say that that kid is There is indeed something about dropping the book bag."
He just didn't have the nerve to say, how can you win with an ignorant guy like you?
Zhao Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense with a few people, and suddenly said angrily: "Gungun, I am too lazy to pay attention to you!"
After saying that, he stepped up to the third floor.
There were obviously fewer people on the third floor than on the first and second floors, but Zhao Hao looked around and saw that there were at least twenty or thirty people.
Seeing them coming up, everyone's eyes immediately turned towards them.
"Hahahaha, isn't this Mr. Zhao? I heard that Brother Zhao is going to have a literary fight with Brother Huairen today. It's really exciting!"
A very tall and handsome young man in purple robe got up and walked over after seeing Zhao Hao.
This man's name was Pang Jian, and he was the youngest son of Pang Yuan, the chief minister of the dynasty. He had a very good relationship with Lu Huairen.
"Expectations are expectations, but I don't know who gave me the courage to dare to fight with Brother Huairen. You are simply overestimating your capabilities!"
A young man wearing a green robe and a slightly thin figure also walked over with a haughty look on his face.
Zhao Hao looked at the other party, it was Han Chong, the legitimate son of Lord Tingwei Guo'an.
Han Chong, Pang Jian, and Lu Huairen formed an iron triangle. The three of them were inseparable. They were all talented and well-known, and were very popular and sought after by some literati.
Seeing the two people coming up, Zhao Hao immediately grinned: "What kind of bird are you? You dare to scream in front of my young master? How about I have a physical fight with you before the civil fight?"
When Han Chong heard this, the arrogance and arrogance on his face immediately turned gloomy and angry.
"Zhao Manzi, you..."
Zhao Hao sarcastically said: "What, you don't dare? If you don't dare, get out of here!"
The smile on Pang Jian's face also faded, he looked at Zhao Hao and said solemnly: "Brother Zhao, this is the Juxian Building after all, and today is the Golden Autumn Literary Society after all. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for Brother Zhao to talk nonsense here, right?"
Zhao Hao passed directly between the two people and walked towards an empty position.
As he walked, he said, "Are you teaching me how to do things? What do I say and do? Whether I say something nonsense or not, it has something to do with you. Get out of the way. A good dog doesn't block the way."
Sitting down near the fence, the little maid immediately poured tea for him and Su Si.
Everyone's eyes were still on him, but Zhao Hao acted as if he hadn't seen him and just picked up the teacup and drank.
More and more people were gathering on the third floor, but after the scene just now, most people looked at Zhao Hao with hostility.
Zhao Hao was not surprised either.
Most of these people are from the leftist faction. He wants to fight with Lu Huairen, so naturally these people don't have a good look on him.
After drinking two cups of tea, the main figures of the cultural gathering had not arrived yet, not even Lu Huairen, which made Zhao Hao a little irritable.
Seeing that he couldn't sit or stand, and his whole body was itching, Su Si couldn't help but chuckle.
