Is Chang'an City big? It's big, with a radius of more than twenty miles, surrounded by a city wall of three feet high on all sides, and there is a moat three feet wide outside the wall.

But Chang'an City is also very small. The interesting news that happens in Wanhua Building in Dongcheng City is like the ten-mile spring breeze, instantly covering the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

But in a few days it will be the New Year's Eve poetry meeting. At this time, all the talents or beautiful people in Chang'an City who claim to be well-read and want to be the first in the poetry meeting will pay full attention to all kinds of new and enthusiastic poetry works around them.

As the eldest son of the current clan leader of the Cui family in Qinghe, the news that Cui Yiye and Ren competed in Wanhualou for poetry and essays was spread instantly by the enthusiasts in the market and the young men present on the same day.

Of course, the content of the competition was also upgraded by some storytellers who like to join in and make a living by storytelling. Speaking of the final version, Cui Yiye and a hermit prince competed with a jealous poem for Du Sanniang, Wanhualou, but they lost the love version of the game.

On the second day of the competition, Cui Shang, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, had just returned from court, and looked at his nephew sitting alone in the study room in a daze, and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, a woman with snow-white body and extremely white skin came over accompanied by her maid.

"Uncle II, have you gone to court? Why don't you go to take a shower and change your clothes first?" The person came was Cui Ying'er, who made the king salivate that day.

Cui Shang turned around when he heard his niece's voice, and saw Cui Yinger's purple lips, and felt ache in his heart. He quickly took off his cloak and put it on Cui Yinger.

"Ying'er, the biting cold wind outside in this winter is not good for your condition. Now that the kang has been repaired, why don't you stay in the house to rest?" There are many blames in your words, but more of it is care.

Cui Ying'er's gaze passed over her second uncle Cui Shang, and looked at her brother who was dazed at the table in the study. A trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes and explained: "Second uncle, my brother has locked himself in the study since he came back yesterday and didn't even drink a sip of water. Ying'er was worried that if her brother continued like this, his body would be... "

Cui Shang knew that his eldest brother only had one daughter and loved them on weekdays. Now, as the head of the Cui clan, he naturally had to sit in Qinghe's hometown. However, since his eldest brother entrusted this daughter and a daughter to supervise him, he could not let them suffer any harm.

Originally, Cui Shang saw Cui Yiye lost his soul yesterday and hid in the study as soon as he came home. He thought that his nephew had suddenly had inspiration and was preparing for the New Year's Eve poetry meeting.

Unexpectedly, just after coming back from court, the housekeeper revealed the entire story that happened in Wanhualou yesterday, and it was the most outrageous version of love triangle. This was awesome. He hurried over to persuade Cui Yiye.

"Ying'er, don't worry, the second uncle is going to persuade him. How can a man and a real man focus on the matter of love between children? He is simply a fool."

At the end of this, Cui Shang was so angry that he increased his voice, especially the last word "媺" that directly attracted Cui Yiye's gaze in the study.

Cui Yiye, who was disheveled in front of the desk, slowly raised his head and looked at Cui Shang who was angry, and Cui Ying'er, his precious sister next to Cui Shang.

The originally dull eyes suddenly emitted an unprecedented light when they saw Cui Ying'er, and they began to mutter something in their mouths.

Cui Shang and Cui Yinger were startled and thought it was exciting. Both of them looked at Cui Yiye in the study with concern. They saw him muttering for a cup of tea, suddenly folded up his hair, walked out with excitement, and spoke to Cui Yinger:

"I didn't lose, I didn't lose. The poems of the Lord of the City were not written on the spot at all. He did not write them for Du Sanniang, but for his sister. It must be, it must be."

"Forehead."

"Um?"

Cui Shang and Cui Yinger looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes. Cui Yinger asked, "Brother, are you... okay? What poem was written for me?"

Cui Yiye is now in an unprecedented spirit. He doesn't look like someone who has something to do. He gently grabbed Cui Ying'er's hands and explained: "Sister, do you still remember the city lord of Wang Ye, Tingyu Pavilion in the mountains of Jingyang County?"

When Cui Ying'er heard Cui Yiye's question, she suddenly remembered the priest who drooled at her. Her cheeks suddenly became a little rosy and she replied: "Of course I remember that our current soaps are purchased from him."

"Yes, yes, it's him. I remember the day the housekeeper said that the king's city lord has never left the Jingyang territory since he came back from the Western Regions. Do you still remember?"

"Well, Ying'er remembers that his brother said that his life was much less fun."

"Yes, since he has never left Jingyang, he has never seen Du Sanniang before. Since he has never seen Du Sanniang, the poem yesterday must have been written for Du Sanniang. As for whom it was written? Haha." After saying that, he looked at Cui Ying'er in front of him and smiled without saying a word.

"Yiye, are you okay? Who are you talking about? How mysterious is it?" Cui Shang next to him asked in pain when he saw Cui Yiye's face looking at the truth of the world.

Cui Ying'er saw her brother smirking at her and was speechless for a moment. When she heard her second uncle Cui Shang ask, she quickly explained: "The second uncle doesn't know anything. The soap we started selling at home some time ago. The real person in the workshop was not General Qin, but a stranger who came back from the Western Regions. His real name was Wang. But for some reason, the saints today also personally gave him the name of the City Lord, which is a... strange man."

"Wang Ye? Lord of the King? Why do you feel like you have heard of this name? " Cui Shang murmured in his heart.

But when Cui Ying'er saw Cui Yiye pushing the hanging hair behind her eyes, she asked in confusion: "What do you mean by brother just now?"

Cui Yiye bowed to Cui Shang and said, "The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the thick dew. If it weren't for the hearing rain pavilion, I would have met under the moon on the Yao platform.

Sister, think about it carefully. The king's city lord has never left Jingyang after returning from the Western Regions. So who is this poem written for? I think it must be a peerless woman whom he can never forget.

However, the Lord of the King had basically never left the peerless woman from the mountain valley in Jingyang? Then the answer was about to come out. Apart from the soap exhibition that day, I can't think of any peerless beauty like that he had seen.

All, this poem must be written for my sister. If I hadn't seen it in the Tingyu Pavilion, I would have met under the moon on the Yaotai. Hahaha, the place we went to that day was Tingyu Pavilion!"

Cui Ying'er has been influenced by her childhood. She learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with her brother Cui Yiye, and her poetry, songs and essays. Although she is not as talented as Cui Yiye, she can also evaluate the quality of a poem. At this time, she couldn't help but become obsessed with hearing the poems that Cui Yiye reads:

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen it in the rain pavilion, I would have met the moon under the Yao platform. Was it really written for me?"

"Does my sister have to think too much? Who else is there except you? It's not written to his sister, right? Hahaha."

"But... but Sister Wang was there that day."

"Uh... Although Yanran is also outstanding in appearance, the Lord of the King of Kings salivates at his sister that day. This is not wrong!" Cui Yiye said evasively.

Cui Ying'er suddenly recalled the embarrassing scene at that time and was very entangled. It was the first time that a man drooled when he saw him. But after listening to this poem, he couldn't feel bored in his heart for some reason, but instead he felt that Wang was so stupid that he was cute.

The brother and sister woke up like a dream. Cui Yiye thought he was well-educated. If he was given time to prepare, he might not be able to write such a good poem. No, it would be better. So he felt that Wang was not good at fighting. After all, this poem was definitely not written for Du Sanniang, so he was not lonely anymore.

The other one was stunned. Cui Yinger was born in the Cui family in Qinghe, and she was the daughter of a famous family. What kind of romantic talent, who had never seen a noble and noble person? But she had never seen a shameless person like Wang Ye. Moreover, this shameless person had a vague knowledge and poetry, and even vaguely defeated his elder brother whom he admired since childhood. He felt mixed feelings for a while.
Chapter completed!