"Okay, okay, since it's okay, then go take a shower and change your clothes. Look at what you are now, you don't have the temperament of the eldest son of the Cui clan in Qinghe." Cui Shang was not worried about Wang Ye's affairs. Seeing that Cui Yiye was fine, he spoke.

"It's the second uncle. My nephew was so rude before. I hope the second uncle forgives me. It will be New Year's Eve in two days. It's rare to stay in Chang'an for the New Year this year. I hope to learn more with my second uncle at that time." Cui Yiye is the eldest son of Cui's family after all. After walking out of the devil, he instantly found his role and spoke.

Now that he has reached the championship, it is time to get to know more high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital to lay some foundation for his career. Staying in Chang'an City this year during the Chinese New Year is to allow Cui Shang, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, to help him know more people who can help him.

"Well, it's not bad. Yiye has grown up. The future patriarch of my Cui clan must have this kind of demeanor. Although I have lost picking up girls, don't be discouraged. There is no grass everywhere in the world. Second uncle supports you." Cui Shang patted Cui Yiye's shoulder and left with a smile.

"Uh. Why did you lose by picking up girls?" Cui Yiye turned around and asked his sister in a confused look.

Cui Ying'er woke up from a dream, and she was still recalling the bad face and that beautiful poem in her mind. When she heard her brother's question, she was stunned and suddenly remembered something. She smiled mysteriously and said, "Brother wants to know? Just go to the street by yourself."

After saying that, he ignored Cui Yiye, and pulled the maid next to him with a rosy face and left, leaving Cui Yiye in the wind.

Cui Ying'er, who returned to the room, called the maid out and sat on the newly built kang, feeling the warmth in the room. Her pale hands gradually turned bloody, but she looked around and confirmed that she was the only one in the room, carefully pulled out a silk handkerchief from her cuffs.

A poem was written on the silk sable: "The rain passed by the mountain city and the flowers were gone, and the banyan leaves were all over the garden and the orioles were flying." It was the masterpiece that King of the Sun blurted out when he heard her name.

Cui Ying'er looked at the poem on the handkerchief and recalled the poem "Clothes, Clothes, Flowers, and Faces" that Cui Yiye just now, and couldn't help but feel a little confused: "This bad guy not only can invent this kang that benefits the people, but also a huge soap and perfume. Now he is so amazing and brilliant in poetry. I really don't know what he can't..."

As he said that, he picked up the brush on the table and wanted to copy the poem.

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The flowers bloom on both sides, and Cui Ying'er, who is a little self-indulgent.

In Yu Shinan's mansion, Zhu Suiliang was once again ruthlessly hit, and the root cause of his attack was another love poem, which happened to be written by the same person.

As the number one talented man in the Imperial College, how could Zhu Suiliang not know what happened in Wanhualou yesterday? But wanting to know is different from being known. Especially the poet who wrote the poem met through his favorite junior sister, and he also vaguely beat himself in calligraphy.

However, today there was a person in the Yu family who could not afford to offend Zhu Suiliang, so it was not easy to act verbally, so it was impossible to swallow the bitterness and tears.

Inside the new tea room in Yu Mansion, this tea room was renovated by Yu Lingyan based on Wang Ye's Tingyu Pavilion tea room. Apart from the more elegant decoration, there is basically no change.

In the tea room at this time, Zhu Suiliang was sitting with Yu Lingyan on the lower head, while the person sitting in the upper head was Yu Shinan and Princess Jiujiang who had not seen for many days.

In front of the four people was a piece of rice paper with ink traces that had not yet dried. It was the poem that made the city full of wind and rain. However, the font on the rice paper was not Wang Ye's thin gold style, but the regular script written by Yu Shinan himself. I saw that the calligraphy style was peaceful and natural, the brushwork was gentle and subtle, and the beauty and beauty were already the style of Wang Youjun.

Princess Jiujiang looked at the rice paper on the table with her eyes lit up and said to Yu Shinan: "Thank you for the words from Grand Secretary Yu. Jiujiang is very grateful. I will definitely frame and collect this masterpiece."

Yu Shinan was also very satisfied with his performance and replied with a smile: "Haha, princess, you are so polite. It's better to copy such a good poem, Yu has gained some benefits!"

That's right, Yu Shinan loves literature. He not only needs to copy and collect good articles when he encounters them. Even if he encounters such eternal quatrains, he will definitely travel thousands of miles to get the original copy. Now, Princess Jiujiang has come to the door in person and brings such a good poem. She is not too happy yet.

Yu Lingyan, who was standing beside him, was looking at the three words on the rice paper in confusion. Since the Princess Jiujiang visited her door and her father wrote this poem in person, the bad guy with a lowly smile had been floating and lingering in Yu Lingyan's mind.

"Tingyu Pavilion? What is this place? Is there such a peerless beauty? Could it be a newly opened brothel in Chang'an?" At this time, Zhu Suiliang asked in an inappropriate manner.

The brothels and kilns in the Tang Dynasty are two different places. Don’t think that browsing brothels is the same as browsing kilns. These were two different concepts in that era. If you have to explain it clearly, I personally think that one is spiritual consumption and the other is physical consumption, hehe.

Princess Jiujiang was originally looking at the poem on rice paper with satisfaction, and waited for it to be put away after it was dry, and then said goodbye. Unexpectedly, Zhu Suiliang God was a slut and couldn't help saying, "Your home is a brothel! It's terrible to be uneducated, hum!"

When Yu Lingyan heard his senior brother's question, she wanted to explain, but she didn't expect that Princess Jiujiang was so impatient. However, when she saw her senior brother's embarrassing look, she felt funny and explained: "Senior brother doesn't know that this Tingyu Pavilion is the home of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the Princess of Jiujiang that day."

"What? Tingyu Pavilion is that guy's residence? Then this poem should be written about Princess Jiujiang. Well, that's right. Only the peerless posture of the princess is worthy of the description in the poem. Dengshan (Zhu Suiliang's name is Dengshan) is abrupt. Please forgive me." Zhu Suiliang got down the steps and quickly took a few more stairs to hold a handful of Princess Jiujiang.

Princess Jiujiang was not only displeased when she heard Zhu Suiliang's words, but was a little unhappy. She just said angrily: "It's not written for me, it's written for Du Sanniang, Wanhualou, Humph!"

When Yu Lingyan heard this, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes. She thought that it was indeed written for Princess Jiujiang, but she was already a little savory in her heart. Unexpectedly, it was written for the courtesan. She felt so sad that she spoke, "A stinky thief."

Princess Jiujiang nodded in agreement when she heard Yu Lingyan's voice: "That's, a stinky thief, a disciple, a hungry ghost in her lust."

The first time Yu Shinan and Zhu Suiliang heard such an indecent name from Yu Lingyan, they looked at her in a daze. Oh my God, I returned the gentle and elegant girl.

Yu Lingyan felt the eyes of the two, and thought that he was not good. Why did he suddenly feel so unbearable? Even the king wrote poems for the courtesan, and he was disobedient and hurriedly explained: "Lingyan just felt that the lord of the city should not be. Since he had already written poems for the princess, how could he still lower his identity and write poems for the brothel woman? Isn't this defamation of the princess' reputation?"

After all, Princess Jiujiang was simple. When she heard that this was the reason, she clearly wrote a poem for herself, which was enough. How could she write a poem better? She echoed: "That's right, it's so bold. You must let your father beat him up."

Yu Shinan and Zhu Suiliang looked at each other in confusion. After seeing Yu Lingyan's reply to the previous Fengshen handsome beauty, they finally felt relieved. Zhu Suiliang said, "I guess you should have misunderstood. I heard Li Bi say that this poem was stolen by Cheng Erniu from the Lord of the King. Besides, the Lord of the King of the King of the Tang Dynasty had never been far away after he returned to the Tang Dynasty, and he had never even come to Chang'an. Have you ever seen the courtesan Du Sanniang? Haha."

God is pitiful to see that Zhu Suiliang is not speaking for Wang Ye, but just wants to show off his own broad-mindedness and well-informed knowledge. If he knows that he has helped his rival for no reason because of his humble mouth, he will probably have to raise the price of tofu in Chang'an.

When Yu Lingyan and Princess Jiujiang heard this, they felt that it made sense. The idiot stayed in Tingyu Pavilion and never went out. He had never seen any beautiful women there, and he was even more unlikely to have seen Du Sanniang. From the beginning to the end, he probably had seen himself and... Thinking of the two women looking at each other, they both lowered their heads awkwardly and blushed.

"Are this poem written for Sister Ling Yan (Your Highness the Princess)? Or for me? I really hate it, and I don't write it clearly."

The two of them thought that they looked up at the rice paper on the table again, and their hearts were beating rapidly.
Chapter completed!