Chapter Fifty-Two Three Steps

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  Wei Zhuo sighed, threw away the melon seeds in his hand, patted his hands, and said to Xiangxiang Fu Yang: "You two wait for me here."

  The two of them immediately nodded repeatedly, their faces extremely excited, looking forward to the young master's astonishing and unparalleled performance that would shock the world.

  Wei Zhao shook his head inwardly and turned to walk northward. The person on the stage was truly talented, he estimated that this time it would be more bad luck than good.

  Chu Qiu followed behind Wei Zhao with that fat man who had a resentful face, neither too far nor too close, occasionally turning east and west, as if admiring the scenery.

  Wei Zhao ignored the two of them, he understood what was going on with his toes. He didn't have time to think about what trick the emperor had played on him, he was thinking about how to get out of this situation after going on stage. Because of Lian Zhuo, when Zhou Shao Yang challenged him, he 'wasn't there', now that he is here, according to the rules, those two will have to go on stage again.

  Wei Zhao now has some regrets, life is not as good as heaven's plan.

  As Wei Xiao ascended the high platform from the north side, for a moment everyone's gaze was cast upon him.

  The first time there was no response at all, the second time came a sentence 'Wei Xiao went to the toilet'. What a bold life it takes to say such a personalized phrase!

  "This is Wei Zhao, I also see what's so special about him..." A scholar looked puzzled and gazed up at the high platform.

  "Hey, this is a real person who doesn't show his true face, how can he be so easily seen through by you..." A scholar's face revealed 'I know the inside story' way.

  "Can't you see that? From Lian Bu to Zhou Shao Yang and then Chu Han, they're taking turns challenging him one after another. Can it be any simpler?" a scholar said with a tone of reprimand.

  "It's hard to say, who knows what evil deeds Wei Xiao has done...". A scholar shook his head and said.

  The commotion below was met with an eerie silence on stage.

  Chu Han sat there, his expression agitated, his fists clenched tightly.

  Wu Fangyuan's sharp eyes scanned Wei Qiao, as if searching for something unusual about him.

  Zhao Yuankui let out a cold snort, his face cold as he didn't even glance at Wei Zao, turned his head and walked forward a few steps, saying in a low voice to Lian Bu and Zhou Shao Yang below: "You all come up too."

  Lian Wei Zhou Shao Yang heard this, and despite trying his best to suppress it, a look of joy still appeared on his face. He quickly walked towards the north.

  Wei Zhao stood there, listening and observing with rapt attention, but his mind was racing with countless thoughts. At the time when he entered the tea house, Wei Zhao had caught a glimpse of the emperor's shadow, and since then, his itinerary had almost been 'arranged'. The appearance of Qin Yun was not accidental, Chen Zhuo's successive visits were not coincidental either, plus the invitation from Yin Kong Master, Chu Han, Qin Yun, and Chen Zhuo all came to visit Yi Yun one after another. Yi Yun looked at those famous invitations with a shocked expression. With so many special treatments, if it had been ten days or half a month, Wei Zhao might have thought it was just a coincidence, but within one day, he couldn't help but think more about it.

  Qin Yun's appearance completely confirmed his inner speculation, and also made him wonder in his heart. Although he didn't know the emperor's specific age, there was no news that the emperor's body was not good, what was he in a hurry for? What did he want to get from him again?

  No one paid attention to Wei Zhao, and Zhou Shao Yang quickly got on the high platform and stood beside Chu Han.

  Zhao Yuankui's expression remained unchanged as he glanced at Wei Qiao, let out a cold snort, and sat down. He nodded slightly to Wu Fangyuan.

  Wu Fangyuan stepped forward, looked at Wei Zao who remained calm and composed, and said loudly: "Now, I challenge Wei Zao to a contest. Chess, piano, calligraphy, painting, poetry, or song - choose one!"

  As soon as Zhao Yuankui's voice fell, the people below the stage began to discuss it one after another.

  "Sure enough, I don't know how much talent Wei Xiao has, but he won't be overthrown in one move, will he?"

  "This won't do, it seems the two Hanlin scholars also wouldn't let go of the opportunity to test the three..."

  "It's extremely extreme, even if Wei Xiao really didn't know anything, he would probably still try to hold on for a while..."

  He stood up with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and a gloomy gaze, listening to the surrounding discussions. Just now, Wei Xiao's sudden disappearance not only made him lose the opportunity to vent his anger, but also made him the laughing stock in front of everyone. This was simply a great humiliation for him!

  He ground his teeth, looking at Wei Zhao's eyes flashing with resentment, and despite trying to appear calm and composed, he couldn't help but sneer: "I'll ask Young Master Wei to compose a poem first, any kind will do!"

  Lian Wei still thought in his heart that Wei Zhao was just a spoiled second-generation rich kid who knew some strange skills and had a glib tongue, and didn't think he could write poetry at all. Even if he could, it would be something he did secretly, and he wouldn't even dare to show it to anyone!

  He finished speaking, his heart filled with resentment and anger, his eyes coldly staring at Wei Zhao, his teeth grinding audibly, while maintaining a calm and collected expression on his face.

  Zhao Yuankui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a cold hum in his nose, apparently not approving of Wei Zhao's poetry either. Wu Fangyuan was somewhat curious, glanced at the other two, and cast his gaze on Wei Zhao.

  Behind the curtain, many people also showed interest.

  The emperor stroked the "Taizu's Anecdotes" in his hand, his eyes calm and bright, as if he was thinking about something.

  Yin Ruo and Master Yin Kong had already set up the chessboard, at this time she raised her head and looked towards the high platform. That 'Ning young lady' still held a book in both hands, her pretty face was like jade, her eyelashes lightly blinked, intently looking at the book on her knees, as if everything outside was unrelated to her, unable to disturb her in the slightest.

  Wei Zhao looked at Lian Yue's cold smile and slightly furrowed his brow.

  As soon as Lian Wei saw Wei Qiao, he raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards, revealing a triumphant and mocking expression.

  Wei Xiao's mind was racing with ideas, he remembered many poems from before, but at this moment they were all a bit fuzzy and incomplete. More importantly, it had to fit the scene!

  In the distance, Zhou Shaoyang's eyes flashed with disdain, and he also closed his eyes, imitating Zhao Yuankui.

  Wei Zhuo remained silent, and the discussion below the stage became even more intense.

  "Can't? Won't this Wei Xiao really be unable to make poetry?"

  "I don't know, haven't heard of this person in Jinling?"

  "It's absolutely impossible, Chu Han and Zhou Shao Yang are both prominent figures, how could they possibly provoke a nobody at the same time..."

  With a smile all over his face, he looked at Wei Zhao and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Can't Young Master Wei do it..."

  He cast a glance at him, walked three steps forward with his head down, and suddenly turned back to look at Lian Yue, saying: "Dark clouds press the city, the city is about to collapse, the armor shines towards the sun, the golden scales open. The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn colors, the border town's rouge condenses into a purple night. Half of the red flag hangs over the Yi River, the frost is heavy and the drum sounds do not rise. I report to you the intention on the Golden Rooster Pavilion, to die for you with the jade dragon."

  Wei Zhao's words were like a magic spell, and after reciting a poem, he stood there with a calm expression.

  Zhao Yuankui's body suddenly straightened up, his eyes snapped open and stared fiercely at Wei Qiao.

  Zhou Shaoyang's face, which had been coldly smiling with his eyes closed, suddenly changed. His eyes snapped open, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was both laughing and crying at the same time, looking extremely strange.

  Lian Wei was stunned, his face stiff, eyes wide open, mouth twitching, finger pointing at Wei Zhao, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat moved, yet not a word came out!