After entering the inn, Li Hu killed the shopkeeper to entertain the two people from the royal palace with good wine and meat.

However, the two of them implied that they still needed to go back to report, so they took a leave and asked Li Chongjiu to stay for the time being.

When the brothers of the escort agency saw that Li Chongjiu was so good at his hands and eyes that even the Qi Palace could make friends, they were all happy, and they shouted at the young escort head.

Li Chongjiu smiled and sat down and drank with his brothers.

Li Hu couldn't let go of his heart. He was notorious for the King of Qi. Even he had only been in the east for a few days. However, after Li Chongjiu explained, the two of them immediately felt relieved.

Li Chongjiu asked them to live in Guidefang first. As for the matter of the Shangdang County General Escort Agency, we will discuss it later. If the Shangdang County government insists on disbanding Li Chongjiu and others.

Let them come together at least Lin Si, at least here, Li Chongjiu has a way to give them a place to rest.

Li Hu, Su Su, and Wang Mahan were all reluctant to hear this. Who would have given up the roots that were finally settled in Shangdang County?

In fact, Li Chongjiu didn't want it either. This was just a last resort.

It was already clear, and it was approaching summer, and the Eastern Capital had a little warmth.

The little storm in Guidefang was like a small stone thrown into the pool, and there was no beauty in the eyes of the people of Dongdu at the foot of the emperor.

The Qing Canal outside the city is still full of clouds and sails, and the ships are involuntarily traveling. The spring breeze blows, and thousands of green willows on the banks of the Luoshui River are hanging low. At this moment, the young man from Wuling is riding his horse in the eastern suburbs, playing with willows, grabbing the small tail of the last spring.

On the street, pedestrians, cars and horses, green-clothed sedan chairs, and peddlers and pawns shuttled by.

In restaurants, the people still live an ordinary life. When chatting, they were at most wars with Liaodong. Yu Wen Kai, the Minister of Works, who had just passed away, and a poem about the Pipa Walk, also quietly spread.

The capital was moved overnight, and the paper in Luoyang was so expensive. People in the imperial capital still wandered in the glorious and prosperous era of the Great Sui Dynasty. The small country of Goguryeo in Liaodong could be destroyed by wielding it. Therefore, the poem "Pipa" is so fresh that the people love it the most.

After much clamor, I came out, and I still hugged the pipa and covered my face.

Wuling was young and scrambled to the head, and I couldn't figure out the song of red silk.

Such poems are very catchy, not only students in the Imperial College, but also old women on the street can recite one or two sentences.

The brothel near Taipei City has ordered people to compose music and teach the leading actresses in their buildings to start singing lyrics. Occasionally, passing through the streets and alleys, and in the noise of the city, you can occasionally hear "The big strings are as loud as rain, and the small strings are as whispers. The noisy and mixed plays, and the big beads fall on the jade plate." Such a silence of smoke came out.

The people of Luoyang were chanting and singing the pipa sing, and couldn't help but ask who the author was.

Yang Wanli, well, I have never heard of this person. After the famous flowers appear under the moon, they will disappear like smoke and dust after leaving a poem. I only know that they are students who are taking the exam today. However, there is no such person on the list of students.

At one moment, someone rumored that this person was a hermit, so what?

Of course, the above are all speculations by the people who do not know the truth. Many people who are well aware of the inside story and have a good eye know that it was written by King Yang Qing of Qi.

However, these people are more unaware of the inside story because they know the inside story. Who is the King of Qi Yang Hung? If he could write a poem like Pipa Xing, then these people would dare to promise that they could write their names upside down.

So everyone has a judgment that someone must have helped him catch the sword behind the scenes, but only Yang Ming knows who this sword catcher is.

No, there is another person, and in fact, Yunniang, who is famous for her under the moon, knows a little.

Yunniang picked up the steps and walked up a stairs and gently pushed open Qu Yanran's door.

Yunniang looked into the crack in the door and couldn't help but sigh. The food last night was still on the table, and this famous Guqiu leaned against the railing, holding the pipa in both hands, and sitting by the window with a pair of beautiful feet staring blankly at the sky.

Since seeing King Yang Ming of Qi that night, Qu Yanran has been so unconscious, not thinking about tea or food.

After the song of the pipa, the person who wrote the poem was illusory and had no trace, but Qu Yanran was real, and she was even more famous because of this. Many princes and princes, and the famous children came to the moon and sat down for a night, just to see Qu Yanran.

Unfortunately, Qu Yanran kept staying in the door, which made these noble men want to seek a song with a thousand gold coins but failed.

However, Qu Yanran's reputation is very famous, and no one dares to force him. The famous flower under the moon is so passive and lazy, and they can't help but be so reluctant to ask Qu Yanran.

Because Qu Yanran had already redeemed herself a year ago, she is still living in famous flowers under the moon, and she is just because she has nowhere to go. So every day, Yunniang and the others seemed to see a lot of gold piled outside the door, but let him slip away. Who made Qu Yanran not see the guests? Every day, she just hugged the pipa and was in a daze.

Yunniang brewed a cup of ginseng soup with her hand and pushed the door in. Qu Yanran seemed to be slightly surprised, and then she came back to her senses from her long contemplation. She turned her head and saw that it was Yunniang, so she let go of her worries.

Yunniang knew the pain Qu Yanran had suffered when she was a child, so she understood that in the infinite scenery, this Qu everyone was a child who was easily frightened and scared in her eyes.

"Ginseng soup!"

Qu Yanran nodded, took a few sips without hesitation, and then put down the cup again.

Qu Yanran couldn't help but ask, "Did you see many famous flowers under the moon these days?"

Yunniang smiled and said, "No, I'm almost lined up to the east gate."

"Oh." Qu Yanran nodded slightly and said, "Then I'll prepare and I'll be on stage tonight."

Seeing Qu Yanran's haggard appearance, Yunniang couldn't help but hold her head in her arms and said, "My good daughter, how can you play the piano like this now? Let them wait."

“This will not affect the business.”

Yunniang smiled and said, "As a man, the more he can't get it, the more he wants it. Let them wait a little longer, and the longer you wait, the more famous you will be."

Qu Yanran smiled and said nothing.

Yunniang took the pipa from her arms and said, "But you can wait, but you must go to your heart knot."

"What knot do I have?" Qu Yanran asked in a blink of an eye.

"So you shouldn't see a real talented man who is a pipa Xing." Yunniang said in a deep voice.

Qu Yanran was stunned, then realized that Yunniang was teasing her, and immediately said, "Yunniang, what are you saying? We haven't seen Mr. Yang who is a pipa Xing before."

Yunniang and Qu Yanran remembered the beautiful and stupid look of the other party when they saw King Yang Ming that day, they couldn't help but smile.

"That day you said that the string sound was suddenly and loud when you changed the palace. There must be a hero listening. If Mr. Yang was that person, my hero would be almost the same as a bear."

The long string of chuckles that had not been heard for a long time rang out in the courtyard.

Yunniang immediately took a cow horn comb and combed Qu Yanran's long hair like a cloud. Qu Yanran's hair was very good, which made her unable to help but think of the seven-foot-long hair of Concubine Zhang Lihua in Nanchen back then. It was just like that.

"Let's meet again." Yunniang said slowly.

Qu Yanran lowered her head after hearing this.

Yunniang said, "There are so lucky men in the world, but even though they know this, there are still infatuated women who fly into the fire."

Yunniang said as if she had thought of her past events, then sighed and said, "It is better to meet each other than not. At least she doesn't regret it after seeing her. She can also know who the other party is like. Besides, there are many people in the world who have no character. Perhaps after meeting her, she feels worse than that after meeting her."

Qu Yanran nodded after hearing this and said, "Yunniang, are you really sure who the person who is the Pipa Xing?"

Yunniang smiled, combing her long hair, and said, "This poem is in line with the times and the situation. It should not have been copied long ago. Most of them were improvised. There was only the King of Qi in the room that day, and there was another person. If it were not written by King of Qi, it would have been him."

Hearing this, Qu Yanran bit her red lips lightly.

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