"These are called Spring Festival couplets. They are similar in nature to the peach charms that everyone hangs. They are posted on the door frame during the Chinese New Year. Why don't you think it looks very festive to post these?"

As Wang Zi'an spoke, he cheerfully asked everyone to sit down, and then turned around and asked the old butler Gu Zhong to inform the kitchen to serve food.

"Festival?"

All the big guys couldn't help but look at each other and were stunned for a long time before they nodded in confusion. They originally thought it was some secret ritual taught by the disciples of the Xian family, but they didn't expect the truth to be this!

"Don't mention it, put this on, it's booming, it's really festive -"

Li Yuan twirled his beard and thought for a moment, then couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

"The meaning of these Spring Festival couplets is indeed very auspicious, and it makes people feel comfortable just looking at it - Zian, your handwriting is good, you can write a few for me later, I will have someone post them to my bedroom later..."

The Spring Festival couplets written by my little brother are very interesting, and Li Yuan is happy to join in the fun.

Anyway, it’s just a Spring Festival couplet, and it has a good meaning. It looks festive, so why not follow it?

What's more, Wang Zi'an might not be really a descendant of the Immortal family. What if there are other benefits that he doesn't know about?

He has also figured out the taste recently. Follow Wang Zi'an and you won't suffer any loss!

"Me too, me too..."

When Li Shimin saw that his father had spoken, he quickly followed suit.

The Supreme Emperor and the Emperor were so supportive, so naturally the others were not to be left behind. What's more, who in Chang'an didn't know that the Marquis of Chang'an, Wang Zi'an, was both outstanding in poetry and unparalleled in calligraphy and painting.

When it comes to calligraphy, it can be said to be unprecedented and unparalleled, overwhelming the right army.

If you could just write back a word, wouldn't it be a huge profit?

As a result, Wang Zi'an was instantly surrounded by a group of old men.

Wang Zi’an:……

"Writing Spring Festival couplets is just for auspiciousness and excitement. The red letters and black letters only have a meaning. None of you can write, so you are just making fun of it——"

With a look of helplessness, Wang Zi'an pushed these old men onto his seat one by one, and spread his hands with a wry smile.

"Besides, it's unrealistic for so many people to ask me to write - otherwise, I still have a lot of red paper. I'll arrange for the accountant at home to write one for everyone later?"

Everyone couldn't help but rolled their eyes.

Do we want Spring Festival couplets?

What we want is your words!

But when Wang Zi'an said this, everyone felt slightly embarrassed.

Wang Zi'an is not a calligrapher on the street, he is a being beyond the master of calligraphy. It is indeed a bit inappropriate to let people sit at home and write Spring Festival couplets for themselves.

"You are all scholars, who can't write? What are you doing here to join in the fun? Especially you, Bachelor Ouyang and Secretary Yu, you are both famous calligraphers in the Tang Dynasty, masters of a fortune.

, why are you causing trouble with everyone - Zian, don't worry about them, no one needs to write to them - cough, just write to the Supreme Emperor and me..."

Cheng Yaojin ignored everyone's crazy eye rolls and glanced around with a proud look.

"Do you have any objections? It's useless to have any objections. This is my son-in-law..."

Everyone:…

Li Shimin suddenly wanted to kick him. This old man Cheng, not only wanted to steal his son-in-law from him, but also showed off in front of him every day. It couldn't be too much.

Not only did Li Shimin want to kick him, many old men also wanted to, and they laughed and scolded him one by one. In the end, they were so generous and didn't care, and everyone was dumbfounded.

But after Cheng Yaojin did this, the atmosphere in the greenhouse became joyful.

While a group of people were chatting and laughing, they saw a young man in Tsing Yi hurried over to report.

"To report to the Marquis, Duke Wei Chi Jingde of the State of Wu came to visit. He said that the magic weapon specially made for the Marquis has been completed and was specially sent here -"

When Wang Zi'an heard this, he was immediately overjoyed. He subconsciously glanced at Qin Shubao sitting beside him and raised his voice.

"Please come quickly——"

Not only because someone created a magic weapon for him, but also because it was the door god that he liked to post on his door in his previous life. The most coincidental thing is that he just posted it on his door today, and he came to the door with his back foot - this kind of coincidence made

He had an inexplicable and absurd feeling in his heart.

Tsk, plus Qin Shubao who came to the door a long time ago, today, the doormen on both sides of my house are all alive, and they are alive!

This was the door god who had been posted on the door for many years in his previous life. At this point in time, they were all gathered in his home. This feeling made him feel novel and weird at the same time.

It's a pity that I don't have a mobile phone. Otherwise, if I took a photo with the two door gods and posted it to Moments, I wouldn't be able to become the most beautiful kid during the New Year?

In order to pay tribute to his previous life, the host Wang Zi'an stood up and greeted him for a while.

As soon as he heard that Yuchi Jingde had finished forging the weapon, Li Shimin couldn't help but feel curious, got up and walked out. He also wanted to see what kind of magic weapon this weapon that made Wang Zi'an spend so much effort was.

.

As soon as Li Shimin got up, it was difficult for the others to continue sitting, but it was not appropriate to get up rashly and follow Li Shimin out, so they could only laugh and find excuses for themselves.

"Wu Guogong personally forged a magical weapon. How can it be taken for granted? I have to go and broaden my horizons——"

"Yes, yes, yes, you must not miss this matter..."

"do not miss it--"

"Me too——"

"..."

Good guy, everything is up and down.

Li Yuan:......

Looking around, he and Zhang Jieyu were the only ones left. He snorted angrily, put the teacup on the table, flicked his sleeves, and stood up.

"Forget it, I will also go and see what kind of magical weapon it is that deserves everyone's attention-"

Li Yuan is going, who dares to stand in the way?

One by one, they quickly moved out of the way and got behind him.

Li Shimin did the same. He quickly stepped aside and reached out to hold Li Yuan's arm.

"Your Majesty, please slow down, I'll help you -"

Li Yuan glanced at Li Shimin who was carefully accompanying him, snorted softly, but did not continue to embarrass him and walked straight to Wang Zi'an.

"Let's go, I'll go with you to see how your majesty's blacksmith's blacksmithing skills are -"

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Everyone couldn't help but silently wiped the sweat in their hearts. They looked at their eyes, nose, and heart, not daring to take a breath.

Li Shimin also smiled bitterly in his heart, not daring to reveal any clues.

It was obvious that even though several years had passed since the incident, his father was still grudges and resented his confidant.

The front yard of the Marquis' Mansion in Chang'an.

Yuchi Jingde, who was carrying Fang Tian Hua Ji and five Miao knives on his back, was walking towards the living room under the guidance of the concierge. It wasn't that the concierges at Wang Zi'an's mansion were being negligent, the main reason was that Fang Tian Hua Ji was a little bit...

It's heavy, these porters and stewards are having a hard time resisting.

Therefore, Yuchi Jingde was too lazy to let them get their hands on it and just carried it himself.

This Fangtian painted halberd is made of extraordinary materials and he has put his own efforts into it. It definitely deserves the title of a magical weapon.

The purpose of his visit in person today is of course not just to deliver weapons. Otherwise, wouldn't it be better to ask the servants at home to ask his own son to deliver them?

He wanted to see how powerful this Fang Tian Hua Ji, which he struggled to use, could be in Wang Zi'an's hands.

Just as I was thinking in my mind, I heard chaotic footsteps in the distance.

He couldn't help but turned his head in surprise.

After just one glance, I took a deep breath.

Good guy, the Supreme Emperor is in the middle, His Majesty is supporting him on the left, and Prince An is on the right. Behind him are Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Li Xiaogong, Qin Shubao, and even the highly respected Prince's Young Master Li Gang, college student Ouyang Xun, and Imperial Academy Jijiu Kong Yingda.

Wait for some scholarly leaders.

If you pay more attention, you can still see Secretary Wei Zheng hiding in the crowd, Minister of Civil Affairs Tang Jian, Minister Pushe Fang Xuanling, Minister of Civil Affairs Chang Sun Wuji...

This lineup not only flattered him, but also frightened him.

Although he claims to have outstanding achievements and is unparalleled in the world, when did he become so famous?

The strangest thing is that the Supreme Emperor came out to welcome him...

Really, really——

He was just a little stupid.

Carrying a Miao Dao and a long Fangtian Painted Halberd, it is neither possible to advance nor to retreat.

In terms of everyone in the Tang Dynasty, who he least wanted to see now was none other than the Supreme Emperor Li Yuan.

no way.

I have a grudge against others for killing my son and being under house arrest.
To be continued...