Chapter 64: My Grandfather the Prime Minister

Seeing Zheng Tao announce the start of the feast, Hua Ge also waved his hand casually: "Open the feast!"

The students stood up one after another: "Thank you, Master!"

Then, the scene gradually became lively.

Especially on Mo Qingkuang's side, he defeated the strong with the weak and maintained the face of Tianxuan right in front of all the candidates for the martial arts examination.

In addition, he just worshipped Zheng Tao as his master, and for a while, the new students of the martial arts academy toasted and tried to get close to him.

What's more, even some students from the literary examination came over to curry favor with this rising star.

This made Mo Qingkuang feel very happy.

When he was in Tiannan City, he was flattered by many people when he was drinking and having fun outside.

But he knew that the people who flattered him at that time did not respect him, but feared him.

The status and quality of those people were far inferior to the most outstanding talents of the Tianxuan Empire in front of him.

Especially they still respected themselves and treated themselves as heroes.

Mo Qingkuang naturally accepted all the compliments and never refused them.

Just as he was feeling proud, a young man dressed as a scholar beside him said to Mo Qingkuang: "Mr. Mo, Mr. Wang invites you to come over and have a drink together."

Mo Qingkuang was a little confused when he heard this: "Who is Mr. Wang? That Mr. Wang?"

"The top scorer in the literary examination, the grandson of the current prime minister, Mr. Wang Yu!" The young man dressed as a scholar bowed to the north to show his respect for Prime Minister Wang Hua.

Then, he pointed Mo Qingkuang in the direction of the seats in the Academy of Literature.

A young man who also occupied the same position as Mo Qingkuang had red lips and white teeth, and looked quite good.

He was wearing a luxurious long gown and a delicate sachet hanging around his waist, which looked quite noble.

However, the seats in the Academy of Literature were originally full, but now only two or three people were left beside Mr. Wang Yu.

The others all gathered around Mo Qingkuang, and the sharp contrast between the two sides made Mr. Wang's face reveal his dissatisfaction.

It is true that Mo Qingkuang is the top scholar, and so is Wang Yu.

Even if Mo Qingkuang has just become Zheng Tao's apprentice and has a backer, can he still be more powerful than my grandfather Wang Hua, the prime minister of the dynasty?

A bunch of superficial boys who are not sure what is good for them!

Wang Yu was very jealous because his limelight was completely overshadowed, and he immediately sent someone to invite Mo Qingkuang to drink with him.

He had a good plan. If Mo Qingkuang did not come, he would be young and frivolous and did not know etiquette, and his reputation would naturally decline.

If Mo Qingkuang came to drink as he said, others would naturally understand that Mo Qingkuang came to toast Wang Yu first.

It makes people feel that his status as the top scholar in the literary examination is higher than that of Mo Qingkuang, the top scholar in the martial arts examination.

You see, the hero you are chasing after, shouldn't he come to me to toast honestly?

In this way, the limelight that was just overshadowed will be completely taken back.

Seeing Wang Yu's behavior, Mo Qingkuang didn't react for a while, but Tang Yu saw through it at a glance.

He leaned close to Mo Qingkuang's ear and whispered: "Wang Yu is the grandson of Wang Xiang, and he won the first place in this literary examination."

If other candidates rely on real talent and knowledge, Wang Yu's first place is based on his family background as the head of civil servants.

Outsiders don't know, but the children of the powerful and wealthy in Kyoto know that Wang Yu's winning article is called: "My Grandfather, the Prime Minister".

The whole article is written in vernacular, easy to understand, and compliments his grandfather Wang Hua, lists Wang Xiang's past political achievements, and praises how Wang Xiang worked diligently and devotedly to contribute to the discovery of the empire.

This article has no technical content, but it won the title of the first place, which also made the powerful and wealthy in the circle laugh and cry.

Wang Xiang is admired by the world, and having such a grandson is probably not a guarantee of his integrity in his later years.

The examiners of the written examination were all civil officials of the dynasty. The dean of the Academy of Literature, Hua Ge, did not like to be in charge of things. He did not even supervise the examination this time.

Wang Yu's article almost revealed his identity: "My grandfather is Wang Hua, you can do whatever you want!"

Therefore, the Tianxuan Empire, which had already entered the decadent stage, ranked this article as the first in the written examination this year. It was called "benevolence and filial piety are commendable."

Mo Qingkuang understood the whole story and his eyes lit up!

A confidant! Wang Yu's behavior, his ignorance, and taking advantage of the situation, are simply the best confidant for Mo Qingkuang.

He did not think that Wang Yu asking him to toast was humiliating him. In the eyes of Mo Qingkuang, who had a unique mind, such a top playboy in Kyoto was worth making friends with!

Mo Qingkuang picked up the wine glass, pushed through the crowd, and came to Wang Yu with a smile.

Seeing this, everyone sighed in their hearts: "It turns out that this martial arts champion is also a person who curries favor with the powerful."

In principle, it would not be too much for Wang Yu to come and toast Mo Qingkuang in person for his achievements.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wang Yu wanted to win back his face by beating Mo Qingkuang.

But Mo Qingkuang really went to Wang Yu to pay respects happily.

You are the disciple of the dean of the martial arts academy, a hero of Tianxuan, your status is not lower than his.

Looking at Mo Qingkuang coming with a wine glass and a smile, Wang Yu felt happy in his heart.

This kid is quite sensible. If there is a chance in the future, take care of him more.

He looked around, and those candidates with complicated expressions sneered in their hearts: "Go and curry favor with him, the person you are currying with is about to curry favor with me! A bunch of fools who don't know the real man!"

Wang Yu sat in his seat leisurely, with a smug smile on his face, and did not stand up to greet him, with a superior attitude.

He was just waiting for Mo Qingkuang to come over and toast him to show his loyalty.

But when Mo Qingkuang opened his mouth, he almost exploded!

Mo Qingkuang smiled and raised his glass with both hands sincerely: "Brother Wang! I am Mo Qingkuang. I heard that Brother Wang's high school masterpiece was a masterpiece of astonishing talent and brilliant writing! I couldn't sleep all day and admired him so much that I came to visit him specially!"

The whole audience was silent. Wang Yu was casually raising his glass when his action froze on the spot, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

What does it mean? Are you slapping me in the face in public? I don't know what level my article is? If I had enough literary talent, I wouldn't write such a thing!

However, the literary test papers were not announced, and many people didn't know what Wang Yu wrote. They just thought that he was a poet and a book passed down from generation to generation, and was very well trained by Prime Minister Wang.

After hearing Mo Qingkuang's words, some of the candidates who didn't know immediately changed their positions and began to compliment Wang Yu with Mo Qingkuang.

"Young Master Wang is brilliant in writing. I was lucky enough to see that high school masterpiece. It is indeed a masterpiece of astonishing talent and a classic of the time." This person is a typical nonsense.

"That's right. I asked my family for help and copied a copy. I mounted it on the wall of my study and read it day and night!"

The scholars who knew about it had flushed cheeks and felt sad for Wang Yu.

These people were not just following Mo Qingkuang's lead, but they were obviously dissatisfied with Mo Qingkuang's stabbing.

Especially Han Yan'er, who knew Mo Qingkuang's poisonous tongue, couldn't help but burst out laughing.