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Chapter 177

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"Everyone, the reason why Wang Chong is doing this is because he hopes to recruit more Imperial Army instructors to help me. If they were to know that I don't pay any engagement fees, wouldn't it mean that no one would come to me in the future? Why don't we do this instead? If you find it hard to accept, I'll just change it to half of the original amount. "

Wang Chong suddenly said with a smile.

"This … Alright then!"

The eight Imperial Army instructors glanced at one another. Thinking that Wang Chong's words made sense, they reluctantly nodded their heads.

Upon seeing this sight, Wang Chong finally smiled.

What came next was the details of the matter.

It was already certain that Wang Chong's training camp would be built on top of the spirit vein. With his teacher, The Evil Emperor, presiding over it, and these powerful Imperial Army instructors, it was an impregnable fortress.

Ordinary powers wouldn't be able to lay their eyes on Wang Chong's spirit vein.

As for the construction of the training camp …

Wang Chong had already started investing money into it a long time ago. Even though it wasn't guaranteed to happen so quickly, Wang Chong believed that it would take shape within three months.

"Great! To think that gongzi would have a spirit vein! It's no wonder why gongzi wanted to recruit so many Imperial Army instructors. Gongzi, don't worry, we'll set off in the next few days and do as gongzi says. "

The eight muscular and burly instructors of the Imperial Army were overjoyed. Even though the Wang Clan was famous, they didn't have a deep foundation.

In the first place, they were impressed by Wang Chong's character, so they volunteered to help him. Just that, they didn't expect Wang Chong to be so well-prepared.

Spirit veins weren't something that just any power could possess.

The Imperial Army instructors were swift and decisive, and their promises were worth their weight in gold. After agreeing to Wang Chong's request, a Wang Clan guard led the way to the spirit vein in the middle of the mountain range according to the map Wang Chong had given him.



"Hehe, Wang gongzi, it has been a long time!"

Not long after the eight Imperial Army instructors left, another wave of students arrived. A middle-aged man wearing a white robe that dragged on the ground, with an outstanding demeanor and a simple hairstyle, slowly walked in from the outside.

Wang Chong's memorial to the throne had stirred up the court and the world.

Now that he had been released after three months, it was unknown how many people's attention he had attracted. It was destined that Wang Chong would not be able to relax easily.

"You are?"

Wang Chong frowned and looked in surprise at the strange man who had just walked in.

Wang Chong believed that the guards at the entrance wouldn't allow a random person to barge in. However, Wang Chong did not look familiar.

"Hahaha, Wang gongzi, we just met a few months ago. At that time, Young Master even gave me a thousand taels of gold. Could it be that Young Master has forgotten? "

The newcomer laughed out loud.

"A thousand gold taels?"

Wang Chong was even more confused. Although he was now truly wealthy, a thousand taels of gold was not a small amount. If he had given it to someone before, it would have been impossible for it not to have happened.

"How is this possible? What is the background of this person? "

Wang Chong narrowed his eyes as a thought flashed through his mind. Wang Chong knew that he had not reached the level of forgetfulness. If it was someone whom he had met before, he would surely be able to remember them.

However, this person before him, Wang Chong had no impression of him at all!

"Hehe, Young Master sure is forgetful. Do you still remember the person you helped near the Bluebottle Pavilion? "

The smile on the newcomer's face finally retracted as he spoke.

Boom!

As though a bolt of lightning flashing across his mind, Wang Chong widened his eyes in disbelief.

"It's you! … "

Wang Chong finally knew who the person before him was. However, after knowing the identity of the person before him, Wang Chong felt even more disbelief.

Yang Zhao!

That person was Yang Zhao, the one whom he met outside the Bluebottle Pavilion, the disheveled and unkempt man who looked like a hoodlum!

The future Imperial Uncle of the Tang dynasty!

The reason why Wang Chong had such a deep impression of him was because he would have an even more shocking name in the future:

Yang Guozhong!

Yang Zhao was his original name, while 'Guo Zhong' was the name he would use in the future when his career was at its peak.

However, other than Wang Chong, no one else knew of this. This included Yang Zhao himself.

"It's him! How can a person's disposition change so drastically?! "

Wang Chong was truly shocked.

This was the first time he had seen a person's disposition change to such an extent.

He had seen Yang Zhao's destitute state before, and he was a complete hooligan. However, the current Yang Zhao was completely different from that of a hooligan. Instead, he looked just like a distinguished scholar.

At this moment, Yang Zhao's every single action and demeanor was something that even the officials of the royal court would feel inferior to. He was even more like a physician than a physician.

"No wonder he could rise to fame in the royal court in the future and stir up a storm. Just based on his temperament and appearance, he is definitely not inferior to those important figures in the imperial court. "

Wang Chong knew Yang Zhao's background.

But at this time, Wang Chong could not help but be deeply impressed. Even he himself could not achieve this kind of appearance.

"Hahaha, Young Master should not know who I am. My surname is Yang, and my name is Zhao. Consort Tai Zhen is my closest cousin! "

Yang Zhao bowed and announced his name with a proud look on his face.

Just this smug look on his face had completely destroyed the image of a distinguished scholar that he had painstakingly built up. In essence, Yang Zhao was still a commoner.

"So you are Consort Tai Zhen's cousin!"

Wang Chong pretended to be surprised, but he was secretly laughing in his heart.

From the first time he met Yang Zhao, he had already known about the latter's background. But he could not say it directly in front of Yang Zhao.

"Hehe, I am indebted to Young Master for giving me a thousand taels of gold last time, but Yang Zhao did not have the chance to thank Young Master. Yang Zhao has already prepared a thousand taels of gold outside and placed it in the carriage. In a while, I will have someone send it up and return it to Young Master. "

Yang Zhao said with a straight face.

"It would be weird if I believed you."

Wang Chong laughed in his heart. Knowing who the person in front of him was and his style of conduct, it would be weird if Wang Chong believed that there was a thousand taels of gold in the carriage.

In his previous life, Yang Zhao was famous and everyone knew about him.

Although he was ignorant and incompetent, as long as it was related to money, he would immediately become extremely shrewd. This could be considered as showing his true colors. He had spent most of his life in the gambling house, and although he did not learn anything else, he was very shrewd in this aspect.

It was impossible for such a person to spit out what he had eaten.

"Lord Yang is too polite. Giving it away is giving it away. That is also a small token of my appreciation. There is no need for Lord Yang to stand on ceremony. "

Wang Chong said.

"Hehe, since that is the case, then I will not stand on ceremony with Young Master."

Yang Zhao was just being polite, and he knew when to stop. If Wang Chong really wanted to accept it, he really did not have a thousand taels of gold in the carriage.

"Oh right, actually this time, I am also here on a mission. This is a letter written by Her Highness, why don't Young Master take a look. "

"Oh?"

Wang Chong glanced at Yang Zhao and was greatly surprised. After all this time, it turned out that the person who wanted to see him was Consort Tai Zhen.

He took the letter from Yang Zhao's hands and glanced at it. The handwriting on the title page was written in silk, and it had the aura of a scholarly family.

"It really is Consort Tai Zhen's handwriting!"

Wang Chong was secretly surprised.

Consort Tai Zhen had a habit of hiring others to write for her. Although her handwriting was neat and elegant, it was not her own. In his previous life, there were very few authentic Consort Tai Zhen's handwriting.

Who would have thought that he would receive one?

Consort Tai Zhen's handwriting was thin, somewhat similar to the thin golden figure in Wang Chong's memory. However, there was a hint of feminine embroidery. Smelling it, there was also a faint fragrance of an orchid and musk, causing one's heart to flutter.

Wang Chong's heart skipped a beat. Knowing that he was in danger, he quickly calmed down and opened the letter, reading it carefully.

The contents of Consort Tai Zhen's letter were very ordinary.

First, she scolded Wang Chong, saying that Wang Chong was extremely daring, daring to impersonate The King of Song and write a poem for her. Then, she praised him again.

She said that his poem was extremely beautiful and full of spirituality. He praised his poem and asked.

The last sentence was:

"Since there is a poem of purity and peace, there is naturally a second. Young Master is very talented. I wonder if you can compose one as soon as possible so that I can reward you!"

"There is not only a second poem of purity and peace, there is a third!"

When Wang Chong saw this, he understood what Yang Zhao was here for. The "Poem of Purity and Peace" in his memory was indeed very powerful.

He was not the only one who suffered from the three months of imprisonment. There was also that person in the palace. Otherwise, she wouldn't have sent Yang Zhao to his house in a hurry to ask for a poem on the first day he was released from prison.

After all, that person was someone who loved poetry!

"Hehe, I don't know anything about poetry. I don't know how to appreciate it either. However, Her Highness did say that your poems are very good. If you have the time, I hope that you can come to Yuzhen Palace more often. "

Yang Zhao touched his nose and said embarrassedly.

What Yang Zhao liked was "money", but Consort Tai Zhen sent him to ask for a "poem". In this aspect, Yang Zhao really couldn't be said to have any accomplishments, let alone say anything.

If Wang Chong invited him to talk about poetry, it would be awkward. It was better to expose his shortcomings to avoid embarrassment.

"Hehe, Lord Yang is too humble. Since Her Highness wants to see it, I will do it immediately. "

Wang Chong didn't expose his shortcomings. There was a ready-made brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in the room. Wang Chong didn't stand on ceremony. After a moment of silence, he began to write the second poem of purity and peace in his memory.

Wang Chong didn't give this poem to Consort Tai Zhen. It wasn't because he was deliberately mystifying or trying to show off his talent. It was because this poem was very taboo.

In another time and space, the mention of "Zhao Feiyan" in the poem of purity and peace almost caused Li Bai's head to roll. It was also because of this reason that Wang Chong didn't write the follow-up.

However, three months was enough for Wang Chong to think of a countermeasure.

With this thought in mind, Wang Chong quickly wrote down the famous Song of Purity and Peace, Ci 2.

"A fragrant red dew."

"Clouds and rain on Mount Wu's broken intestines."

"May I ask who is similar in spring and autumn?"

"Poor Xi Zi, her makeup covered in tears."

… …

Four lines of twenty-eight words were written in the time of a few breaths. Yang Zhao couldn't help but stare at it. Although he was ignorant, he wasn't completely clueless.

Every talented person would need to prepare in advance. Although the number of words in a poem was small, it took a long time. An hour was considered short. There were many people who couldn't write a sentence in hours or even days.

But Wang Chong wrote in a hurry, not even taking a few breaths. This ability left Yang Zhao dumbfounded.

He finally knew how impressive Wang Chong's "poetic talent" was.

The youth in front of him couldn't be understood with common sense!

"How impressive!"

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