The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 117 Mulan

"What a good one to join the army for his father! Filial piety and loyalty!"

At the end of a story full of ups and downs, Li Xiaogong couldn't help shouting sincerely, with admiration all over his face!

Li Qingtang was in awe, his eyes were filled with divine light!

Qing Sheng with a low voice sighed to himself: "I was born to be Hua Mulan!"

What Tang Sufan didn't know was that from this moment on, Hua Mulan became Li Qingtang's lifelong idol.

And Cheng Chumo's idiots, you look at me, I look at you...

I thought to myself, is there really such an arrogant woman?

Cheng Chumo couldn't help muttering: "Good guy, who can live with this kind of woman after marrying her back home?"

Several people's faces darkened, this Cheng Erhanzi is really an atmosphere terminator...

Under Li Qingtang's murderous gaze, Cheng Chumo quickly shut up.

Tang Sufan shrugged with a light smile, and slowly watched the reactions of the people around him, although there were many discussions about whether Hua Mulan existed in the historical circle.

But it does not affect the story of Hua Mulan becoming a household name, and the spirit that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people~
If it is said that Hua Mulan is an example of a folk woman, then Princess Pingyang Zhao, who passed away only a few years ago in the Tang Dynasty, should be an example of a royal woman.

However, although Li Xiuning is a military genius and Li Tang Jiangshan's assistant.

However, according to the history books, firstly, Li Shimin interfered in recording Li Jiancheng's legacy, and secondly, after the capture of Chang'an, the name of Princess Pingyang Zhao was no longer there, so I don't know if it was a taboo by Li Tang.

What's more, firstly, this is the Spring Building, and the occasion is not right, secondly, Li Xiaogong himself didn't mention it here, and it's impossible for Tang Sufan to mention it.

What's more, everyone knows Princess Pingyang Zhao. If you don't know it, you don't know it.

It's best not to break some taboos in folklore.

After talking about Hua Mulan, Tang Sufan wanted to talk about Mu Guiying again, but after thinking about it, he didn't plan to go any further.

At first glance, it seems that the atmosphere has become lively, and this poem must have begun.

Secondly, talk about equality between men and women in this place, forget it. In this day and age, it is better to talk less about such things.

It's fine to talk about it once in a while for fun, if you meet some pedantic scholars or old masters, he can't take advantage of it...

And the other side of the hall.

A young man in a green shirt and a Confucian robe is having a drink and chatting with a few friends.

This person was Song Yingcai who had regarded Tang Sufan as a thorn in his side at the previous Qinghe Garden Poetry Conference.

From time to time, all the people looked at the actors on the stage showing a kind of 'elegant' smile, chatting while drinking.

"Master Song, isn't that Tang Sufan from last time!"

At this time, someone hurriedly greeted Song Yingcai who was drinking.

Song Yingcai put down his wine glass, squinted his eyes and looked over.

Then he frowned, slapped the table, and said harshly, "It's really a narrow road to Yuanjia!"

"What's the matter?"

At this time, a tall young man with a square face asked.

"That's the businessman who made his debut at the poetry meeting last time. He was very arrogant! I wanted to ask him for a name these days, but I couldn't find it! I didn't expect to meet him here today!"

After hearing this, the broad-faced man said with a serious face.

"Oh? So that's it! In the past few days, his reputation as 'Little Poetry Immortal' has been very popular. The inscriptions on both sides of the entrance of our Hongwen Museum are all because of his words!"

Song Yingcai raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at the "elite soldiers" around him, and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, my cousin and your eight great talents in the Hongwen Hall are here today! You must show him some color!"

Song Yingcai's cousin proudly said: "Don't worry, what qualifications does a mere businessman have to point fingers? Not only will he lose face in the poetry competition today, but after the poetry competition, he will be taught a lesson!"

But the few people around were a little guilty and echoed a few times.

After all, they had also read the poems published at the poetry meeting that day, and that level seemed to be beyond their reach.

But this Song Yingcai is a rich man today, if he can answer these fools, let's answer it~
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In a wing room decorated with curtains on the third floor of Chunxin Pavilion.

There was a woman sitting by the window alone, looking at the slowly darkening scenery in the distance of Chang'an City, she was a little lost.

The lavender gauze skirt covered her delicate body, her figure was uneven, and a small mole on her lips embellished the unique difference of this pretty face.

The woman's eyes are like water, and there is a different kind of sadness hidden in the slight trembling of her eyebrows, which makes people feel pity~
At this time, Yin Qiaoer walked in.

Looking at the absent-minded woman, he gently stroked the woman's fragrant shoulder...

The woman's delicate body trembled...

Only after finding out that it was Yin Qiao'er did she come to her senses.

The second daughter was speechless for a while.

After the second daughter was silent for a while, the woman said slowly: "Qiaoer, tell me, is this the fate of women like us?"

Yin Qiaoer was silent for a while, then slowly replied: "Perhaps... It is impossible for a woman like us to really find a man she likes for the rest of her life."

"yes……"

The woman sighed, then she didn't seem to want to be hurt anymore, she forced her expression, gently took Yin Qiao'er's hand, and asked.

"That day you said that your younger brother was found, do you recognize each other now?"

Yin Qiao'er smiled softly and said softly: "I found it, but it's a pity that I don't have the chance to recognize each other in this life..."

The woman frowned and asked, "Does King Yan know? As far as I know, King Yan still suspects that the secret was in your adoptive father's and adoptive mother's home."

A bit of determination appeared on Yin Qiaoer's beautiful face: "That's what I'm worried about, but let's leave it at that for now, King Yan probably won't know..."

"I hope so, you must take care of yourself in the future~"

"Sister Meiyu, have you really decided to leave?"

Su Meiyu chuckled, a little relieved and a little lonely.

"Yes, my sister is already old and has no value, so she should go..."

Yin Qiao'er was silent, she knew that sister Meiyu's fate was probably nothing more than this.

And it's even better...

And she knew the details of Chunxin Pavilion, and she was able to get out of here safely, even if it was only as a tool.

That's already a safe way to live.

"Then how is Huayun recently, is she ever still troubling you?"

"It's okay, anyway, my sister is going to leave. From now on, she will be the number one flower actress, and she has been quieter recently."

A bit of shame appeared on Yin Qiao'er's face, and she said softly, "I'm sorry, Sister Meiyu, that Huayun belongs to King Yan, so it's not good for me to interfere..."

Su Meiyu smiled gently, then frowned and said softly: "Don't worry, sister knows, and you must be careful about King Yan in the future, you should be able to see the current situation in the world clearly, if you can get out in time That's the best!"

Yin Qiaoer's beautiful eyes also looked out, looking tactful and desolate.

"Sister Meiyu, you know that Prince Qin's mansion harmed my parents back then, and now it's impossible for me to really get out... Ruo..."

"If anything happens to me in the future, please ask Sister Meiyu to take care of my younger brother one or two..."

Seeing Yin Qiaoer's expression, Su Meiyu didn't try to comfort her, but turned around and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

She knows that the fate of these people is often beyond their control...

"Your brother, where is he from?"

"My younger brother's name is Tang Sufan, and he lives in Jinghe Village. If I implicate him in the future, I hope my sister can protect him~"

Su Meiyu pondered slightly: "Tang Sufan..."

Then what came to mind.

"Isn't that the little poet fairy from the last poetry meeting?"

Yin Qiaoer smiled, and the smile turned pale.

"Sister Meiyu knows?"

The only one who can make her feel really happy is her younger brother Tang Sufan...

"Although you didn't say it last time, the sisters in the Chunxin Pavilion sighed, and Mother Chun also mentioned that she asked this little poet to write two poems for our pavilion, but no one has been found yet. That's all..."

"That's right. Brother Fan's literary talent is indeed excellent. I was also taken aback last time..."

Maybe she didn't want her sister to accompany her to feel sad, so Su Meiyu laughed teasingly: "I heard from the sisters that this Tang Sufan is handsome? He is indeed Qiao'er's younger brother~"

Yin Qiao'er gave a gentle smile, and replied in a 'polite' way: "Where, Brother Fan can only be said to be handsome and beautiful, and he can't be called a handsome man."

Su Meiyu: . . . . . .

Qiaoer, you have changed...

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