Xuanxue boss, she became rich in ancient times by selling houses

Chapter 307 Is a good player who pretends to be stupid

Yuan Jie also has a strong personality.

She took Luo Qingqing's hand and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Gu Xixi said at this moment.

Yuan Jie didn't even turn her head, she snorted coquettishly and said, "If you want to sell the lantern to us for money, it's too late!"

She pulled Luo Qingqing away quickly and disappeared into the crowd.

"This" Gu Xixi hesitated to speak.

Seeing her feeling so lost, Shen Zining couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter? But I feel destined to be with that girl and want to get stronger?"

Gu Xixi shook her head, "That's not true, I just want to remind her."

"Oh?" Hearing what she said, Shen Zining became more and more interested.

Who was present didn't know that the third prince was born after his successor, and a son is honored according to his mother, so he can naturally be called the direct son of Emperor Ming.

"Xiya, since the other party does not accept the kindness, it is destined to be in such a catastrophe, it is our duty to help others, and it is our duty not to help, so don't worry about it." Shen Zining comforted.

Heard a lot of royal secrets.

Among them were Zhuang Haoyang and Li Junze.

Several adults in Fucheng applauded.

Only the last four or five people are still in Zhao Zhubo's hands.

"Barely, but compared with the one I'm looking at, it's a lot worse."

Seeing the little sisters beside her clapping their hands, Luo Qingqing clenched her lips.

He moved his eyes down, moved to Li Junze, and froze.

In the restaurant, the poems written by the students have almost been recited.

"It seems that Prefect Yan really appreciates that student." The Fifth Prince waved his folding fan with a smile on his face, making it hard to hear the praise or criticism in his words.

Luo Qingqing blushed when Yuan Jie called her lover one by one.

Shen Zining looked at the leaving figures of Yuan Jie and Luo Qingqing, and frowned slightly in thought.

This scene was naturally seen clearly by the princes behind the curtain and Yuan Hao, the prince of the Yuan clan.

She has seen Gu Xixi's exquisite feng shui, good and bad skills.

"Why? Are you afraid that your little lover will be overwhelmed by this scholar?"

Especially Shen Zining, when she was in the capital, she saw a lot of dirty tricks, whether it was the back house or the calculation of family interests.

However, considering that the other party was a prince from the Yuan clan and an envoy visiting Daming, the Eighth Prince still wanted to give Yuan Hao some face.

However, they are by no means good people.

He put away the folding fan in his hand with a 'shua'.

Yuan Hao was about to say something, when he saw two sneaky figures sneaking up the stairs.

Yuan Hao picked up the teacup in front of him and watched the two princes bickering with great interest.

"What's so good about it?" Luo Qingqing's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"They are all old tunes. Although these poems are good, they are hard to catch people's eyes."

Luo Qingqing clenched her lips. If I remember correctly, then Li Junze has a wife.

Listening to the poems written by the person in front, Zhuang Haoyang became more and more confident that he would definitely get rid of the stubble in this year's wine fight.

The opponent exuded a strong evil spirit, and even his complexion was as dark as wheat, which was an indelible mark of years of fighting on the battlefield.

There was an uproar.

The words of the third prince were clearly referring to the difference between the students from the poor and noble families, but they were actually mocking the fifth prince who was a concubine, and it was difficult for him to climb into the golden hall.

When she said these words, Yuan Jie was staring at Li Junze who was the focus of everyone's eyes.

Xiya never speaks easily, it seems that something is about to happen.

She had seen a noble girl from a high-ranking family who was tricked into losing her virginity and had to marry a prodigal son. She washed her face with tears all day long and lived alone all her life.

"That's right, the poems made by the students are full of neat antithesis and melodious rhythm, but they always feel that something is missing."

After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Probably because of his article's taste for Yan Taishou."

It seems that they don't understand why Yuan Hao came to ask him at this time.

Not to mention coaxing Yuan Jie to be happy.

It is interesting to see how my sister peeked at the students' drinking party.

"Qingqing, show me quickly, which one is your good lover?"

Gu Xixi nodded in response, and stopped thinking about Yuan Jie and Luo Qingqing.

Just at this time, Zhao Zhubo read a poem written by Li Junze.

Although the mother concubine of the five princes is an imperial concubine, she is No. 1 under the empress.

Prefect Yan and several other adults in Fucheng sat on the top seats, discussing constantly, commenting on the poems made by the students.

She complained secretly in her heart that the Yuan Clan from Beimo was barbaric!

Yuan Jie looked Zhuang Haoyang up and down curiously.

"Even if a noble son from a poor family can get into high school in the future, how can he be admitted to the elegant hall?" The third prince said with a disdainful snort.

Looking at his sister, Yuan Hao couldn't help applauding, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

It was Luo Qingqing who suggested to peek at the drinking party.

"This year's poems are generally good, but it's a pity that they are not that special."

The Eighth Prince stopped drinking and looked at Yuan Hao with a strange expression on his face.

"This little girl may be at the age of Sichun."

As smart as Yuan Jie, she understood right away.

Yuan Hao was speechless after hearing this, could it be that the Eighth Prince lacks a string?
He actually discussed that poor student with him.

What about the princess of the Yuan clan?I don't know etiquette, justice and shame, not as good as their Central Plains women.

What he said was too much advocating the theory of birth.

But in the end it's still a concubine's room.

Yuan Hao looked at the eighth prince who had been quietly and uninvolved.

If it wasn't for Zhuang Haoyang, Luo Qingqing wouldn't beg her elder brother to help her introduce Yuan Hao and Yuan Jie brothers and sisters from the Yuan clan.

It was really a headache from Yuan Jie's quarrel, so Luo Qingqing had no choice but to show her with her eyes that the scholar who looked a little young and clean was a good friend with her.

"I don't know how the eighth prince thinks of that poor student?"

"However, if you want to become an official in the court and get to a high position, you have to do your best. You can't always rely on others and take shortcuts that are opportunistic."

"I don't understand those romantic poems, I'm afraid it's hard to judge whether this talent is good or bad."

If she had the kind heart to help the world, how could she be safe until now?

Yuan Hao was very curious, what did this Great Ming God of War, the eighth prince who came from the belly of the former empress and the younger brother of the prince, think about the high position in the Golden Temple?
Yuan Hao didn't mind muddying the water. During the quarrel between the other two princes, he looked directly at the eighth prince and asked:

"Yuan Jie is becoming bolder and bolder. It seems that when she returns to Beimo this time, it's time to mention her marriage to Emperor Father."

Along the way, he has seen a lot of good shows.

Prefect Yan nodded, but did not echo these people.

Luo Qingqing's eyes widened, this...is this what he likes?
"This book looks good, and the poems are not bad. I think it can be my son-in-law." Yuan Jie said proudly.

As Yuan Jie's boudoir friend, she should have reminded her.

But with Yuan Jie's self-confidence now, Luo Qingqing suddenly became selfish, and she didn't want to tell Yuan Jie.

Instead, he wanted to wait for Yuan Jie to know the truth in the future and watch her jokes.

"Oh, Qingqing, it seems that the man has read your lover's poem!"

(End of this chapter)