The words of the Marquis of Jin have obviously achieved results, and the scholars are silent again.

On the high platform, many officials watched all this with interest and whispered from time to time.

"Interesting, really interesting. This seems to be another conflict between Zhao and Xun?"

"It doesn't count, it's just a woman after all."

"You can't say that. This is actually forcing the scholars and officials to express their opinions, right?"

"A joke, the literati and doctor have more than one daughter, who said that marrying a daughter is just a statement?"

"But the current situation is clearly a matter of letting the scholars and officials choose among Zhao and Xun."

"To be honest, if I come to choose Xun's family, it is not a joke to marry a daughter, and marrying a scholar would be too decent. Zhifu will inherit the position of a doctor in the future, and the two cannot be compared."

"But there is Zhao family behind Wei Xiang. The young leader of Zhao family came forward to propose marriage. Who dares not give this face?"

"Now Junhou is also talking to Xun. Which one should you choose, the young master's face or the Junhou's face?"

“…I chose to die.”

The face of the Shihui changed, which was probably exactly what everyone thought.

Wei Xiang glanced at Zhao Dun, feeling a little strange.

Why doesn’t Zhao Dun speak yet?

If the Jin State Zhengqing came out and said something at this time, then the matter would actually be clear.

No matter what kind of Junhou or Xun family is worth mentioning in front of Zhao Dun.

Zhao Dun actually glanced at Wei Xiang again.

This time the smile on Zhao Dun's face became more and more obvious.

Wei Xiang decided to find a way to solve this problem first.

Wei Xiang said, "Zhi Yu, since you and I both want to do it, it is better to use the previous convention to hold a competition. The winner is the son-in-law, how about it?"

When Wei Xiang said this, he was actually a little weird. I, a time traveler, actually had to rely on force to solve the problem?

Zhiyu was obviously surprised and said, "No."

Wei Xiang's martial spirit was already quite famous in the political arena of Jin State. Zhifu witnessed with his own eyes how Wei Xiang defeated Xu Tong with one sword, and there would be no fantasies in this regard.

Wei Xiang looked at Zhiyu with some disappointment: "You are too timid, how can you fight for the Great Jin Dynasty in the future?"

Zhiyou sneered: "I'm waiting to hunt white deer for you, what are your contributions?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to start verbal disputes again, the Shuihui finally spoke: "Don't argue with each other, both of them."

The Scholars bowed to Zhao Shuo, Lin Fu, Zhishou and the other two, and said to Zhiyou and Wei Xiang in front of them: "I hesitated for a moment, but I didn't expect that this matter would reach such a point. It's all my fault. I'll compensate you here."

Of course, everyone would say a few polite words.

The Scholars saluted respectfully to the Duke of Jin: "The teachings of the Lord made me suddenly understand, and I thanked you here."

The Marquis of Jin smiled gently and nodded.

Lin's father and Zhishou looked at each other, and smiled on their faces at the same time.

Zhiyou raised his chest and looked at Wei Xiang like a proud rooster.

Zhao Shuo was a little anxious and turned his gaze to Zhao Dun for help.

Zhao Dun still kept a smile and did not speak.

Wei Xiang's face was calm, but his heart was also filled with waves.

Passive, too passive.

Wei Xiang realized his shortcomings, which was because of his status. Many times, Wei Xiang was completely unable to control the dominance of things.

Next time, I have to find a way to correct this.

As for now, we can only wait for the decision of the Scholar Association.

The scholar raised his head and said, "So I have actually thought about it. Wei Daozi, the leader of the Wei family, once made a marriage contract with me. Today is the time for the marriage contract to be fulfilled. A wise gentleman, I am sorry."

There was a quiet moment on the platform first, then a low voice was in an uproar.

"I heard it right, did the scholar-officials actually choose the son of Wei?"

"It's understandable that Xun's family was just suppressed by Zhao's family..."

"But Zhao Meng's body..."

"There is Zhao Meng after Zhao Chengzi, isn't there any Junzi Shuo after Zhao Meng?"

"Junzishuo is Junzishuo, and the son of Wei is the son of Wei, so we cannot confuse it."

"I can only say that the scholars and officials are optimistic about Zhao, otherwise there is no way to explain it."

Everyone said, their eyes still staring at the three parties involved, Shihui, Wei Xiang and Zhifu.

Zhiyou looked disbelief, and he seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer and took three steps in a row.

Wei Xiang hesitated for a moment, took his foot back two inches a little, and did not trip up Zhiyou, who was not blind in the back of his head, and he was tripped by himself.

A big hand slapped Zhihu on the shoulder, making Zhihu unable to say anything else: "Brother Zhong, take Huan down."

Wei Xiang also came to his senses and saluted respectfully to the Shihui: "Thank you, doctor."

Shihui looked at the left Zhi’s father and son, sighed softly, and said to Wei Xiang: “I love this daughter quite much. I hope you don’t let me regret it because of today’s decision in the future.”

A man happened to go to the high platform and heard this, and then said: "Doctor, please rest assured, Wei will definitely not let the doctor regret this decision."

Wei Xiang looked over subconsciously and found that the sect leader cousin Wei Jiang was standing there, holding a big tiger head in his hand, blood ticking down, showing a bright smile.

The bravery of the Wei clan is engraved in the blood.

"I've found out, I've found out!" A female official jumped and came to Princess Zhuang Ji.

Listening to gossip is the instinct of every woman. The more than a dozen daughters of nobles who gathered in the news were already itchy and urged them: "Tell me, what happened there?"

The female official said: "It was Zhi's gentleman Zhihu and Zhao's young concubine Wei Xiang who asked the scholars and officials for marriage!"

With a cry of tenderness, all the women's eyes fell on Ji Qi's face.

Ji Qi's mouth was slightly open, and his pretty face turned into a big red cloth, but he still asked subconsciously: "Which father agreed to?"

The anxious girls talked: "It must be a gentleman of the Zhi family!" "Wei is far inferior to Zhi family." "Wei Xiang is just the son of the small clan, not the legitimate son of the big clan, so how can he be worthy of Man!"

Princess Zhuang Ji coughed, calming the excited girls for a while: "Which did the literati agree to?"

The female official said: "I promised Wei's son!"

A group of sparrows were silent in an instant, but louder sounds broke out immediately.

"Men, your father is so cruel. How could he marry you to a scholar?"

"Man, when you go back, you must talk to your father and see if you can change it."

"Yes, if my woman married a scholar, she would probably never have a chance to make a comeback in the future."

"Wei's daughter Jia doesn't even have the qualification to appear here. In the future, Man, you are afraid that she will follow her footsteps."

Amid the sound of surprise, disbelief, sympathy and sarcastic words, Ji Qi lowered his head in surprise and looked at his toes, not knowing what kind of feeling it was in his heart.

Really...to marry that person?

I've only met once.

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Chapter completed!