Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 195 Wang Zhengben’s Poetry Gathering

In the Liang Palace, Lu Zhi received the news from Wang Zhengben from Guanzhong.

The Ma family and their entourage have already arrived in Chang'an City and have the possibility of exploring the secret realm of Xianyang.

In the Guanlong Group, the Wang family's power is second only to the Lu family.

The two families had long been related by marriage, and Lu Zhi's younger sister was Wang Zhengben's mother.

Among the many younger generations of the Wang family, Wang Zhengben also attracted the attention of Lu Zhi.

In addition to close blood relationship, Wang Zhengben's ability was an important factor in winning Lu Zhi's favor.

"Lü Qi, write back to the original. Peace is guaranteed within Guanzhong. Regarding Hanzhong, you can act as you see fit."

From Wang Zhengben's letter, Lu Zhi could tell that he was eager to take action against several people.

She believed that Wang Zhengben had the ability to handle everything cleanly, regardless of whether he succeeded in the secret realm or not.

But once you leave the secret realm, things are different.

The Laoshan bandit camp that had caused her many setbacks was not a bunch of rubbish from Nestle.

What Wang Zhengben faced was the domineering Ma Zhongtong.

As an aunt, Lu Zhi didn't want to see her nephew lose his life because of overestimating his abilities.

Five days until the Xianyang Secret Realm opens. Wang Zhengben, posing as the third son of the Wang family, arrives at Cuiwei Manor to pay a visit to Ma Zhongtong.

Although the Ma family and Guanlong have grievances against each other, they are both citizens of Liang State, so it is necessary for them to give each other face.

Wang Zhengben took this opportunity to complete the transaction of the elves' secret realm quota with Princess Qionghua.

As the representative of the Rouran Kingdom in Chang'an, Princess Qionghua naturally has control over the ten places of the elves in exchange for the benefits needed by the country and the people.

She cannot give everything for her Erlang like Sang Qihong, because she has the country and the tribe behind her.

She tried her best to reserve three places for Ma Zhongtong.

However, Ma Zhongtong, who is an expert at picking up girls, only took Ma Zhan's spot.

One is for Qionghua's sake, and the other is because Ma Zhongtong knows that if too many people enter the secret realm, it will be difficult to gain any other benefits except dragging each other down.

In this way, Qionghua had plenty of places and the conditions offered by Guanlong were also generous enough, so both parties were very satisfied.

When Ma Zhan saw Wang Zhengben again in Cuiwei Manor, he learned that this was the third son of the Wang family who was a master of calligraphy, swordsmanship and painting.

When he saw Master Wang San, Ma Zhan remembered the wife he had found for Ma Laojiu.

'They're a perfect match, a cousin and a gangster. I don't know how things are going between them...'

Wang Zheng himself was proficient in the three schools of thought: Confucianism, diplomacy, and alchemy, and could be said to be a favored child of Guanlong.

At the same time, he is a romantic and handsome man, and is deeply sought after by women in Guanzhong and Guanlong.

Ma Zhan basically tries to avoid this kind of protagonist who comes from a wealthy family, has a handsome face, and is handsome.

Ma Zhan knew that only by trying his best to scheme and fighting for his life could he be on par with these people.

It's too tiring to be friends or opponents with such people.

It takes a lot of effort to compete with them for their halo, and if you are not careful, you will become cannon fodder that once added to their halo.

Just like now, Ma Zhongtong didn't know what was wrong with him, but made Ma Zhan accept Wang Zhengben's invitation to participate in some poetry meeting.

Ma Zhan was also convinced.

——The talented men from Guanzhong at the poetry meeting were basically Wang Zhengben’s foils.

Those daughters of wealthy families lowered their status one by one and surrounded Wang Zhengben with beautiful women.

'Ma Laoer, what do you want me to do?

What else can you do besides sitting there?

Is copying poetry that simple? There are certain considerations, such as the time, the scene, and the type of poetry to be written.

I, an illiterate who has memorized a few poems, am asked to come to this poetry gathering and embarrass myself, while I am enjoying myself in Cuiwei Manor.

Ma Lao Er, you are such a beast.'

Poems with beautiful words and rhyming verses continued to emerge from the poetry gathering.

Tonight, it will be sung by courtesans and spread throughout Chang'an.

A true masterpiece will spread throughout Guanzhong, Liang State, and even the whole world.

Ma Zhan even suspected that this high-end literary gathering was specially prepared by Wang Zhengben.

A Hongmen Banquet in which Ma Zhan's identity as a scholar at the Jixia Academy is used to highlight the talent of the third son of the Wang family.

It was not until halfway through the poetry reading that Wang Zhengben humbly introduced Ma Zhan, who had been silent the entire time, to everyone.

The Taoist scholars at Jixia Academy, the disciples of Xinsheng, the third generation of the Ma family, etc., all praised Ma Zhan to an absolute height.

Ma Zhan was still suspicious, but there was no evidence.

Now, the evidence is here, and it shows that this is a game of flattery.

At the poetry gathering, everyone was looking forward to Ma Zhan's masterpiece, but some people's expectant eyes contained a hint of schadenfreude.

Teenagers can discuss philosophy at the Jixia Academy and leave their words on the ancient Great Wall.

When did those who discuss Taoism at Jixia Academy become so worthless?

People always have a strange idea, that is, "I can do it too."

All those present were noble sons and daughters who were very arrogant. Even though they had already known about the talents that Ma Zhan had left behind at the Jixia Academy, they were unwilling to believe that this was true.

"Jixia Academy passed the three levels, couldn't they have prepared in advance?"

"Mr. Ma, there must be someone behind the scenes who is giving him advice, right?"

"Is there a deal between Jixia Academy and the Ma family involved?"

. . . . . .

Ma Zhan heard several people whispering and felt a little panicked.

'How did you know I prepared it in advance?

Also, I do have masters behind me, but there are too many of them, and they don't belong to this world.'

Just when Ma Zhan was hesitating about which poem to copy, a middle-aged Confucian scholar walked up to him and bowed.

"Young Master, if you can't compose a poem, it only means you don't have quick wit. Don't force yourself."

When everyone heard this, they also started to make a fuss.

The middle-aged scholar took advantage of the noise to convey a message to Ma Zhan.

"Princess Yuehua said that if we lose anyone in Guanzhong, we should just go back to Laoshan and spend the rest of our lives chopping wood."

The scholar bowed with a smile, slowly returned to his seat, and joined the crowd of people making a fuss.

"Fuck, this guy is a spy from the Laoshan bandit camp. Ma Laojiu is really good, he has placed people next to Wang Zhengben."

Ma Zhan stood up, walked up to the middle-aged scholar, and said:

"How do you know that I don't have quick wits?"

The middle-aged scholar's eyelids twitched: "You can prove it to us, right, everyone?"

"Please feel free to enlighten me."

"Please, Master Ma, compose a poem for us to admire."

. . . . . .

Wang Zhengben watched all this with an expressionless face. His goal was achieved, and now he wanted to see what this kid would do.

Taking advantage of the noisy cheering, Ma Zhan once again confirmed the identity of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Ma Zhan whispered, "I can chop wood for the rest of my life."

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly and asked again: "Where is Miss Mengyao?"

Okay, that's enough. Yuehua did explain it to you. Only Yuehua knows how to control Ma Zhan.

Ma Zhan cleared his throat and circulated the Chixia Qi, revealing the iron-blooded spirit he had during the Battle of Tongguan without reservation.

Just by standing there, Ma Zhan exuded an invisible aura, which instantly made the poetry gathering quiet.

He glanced at Wang Zhengben and slowly walked to the center of the scene.