The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 168
It turned out that my younger brother was actually a disciple of Xianmen!

No wonder there are such outstanding talents and artistic attainments!

While Yin Qiaoer was happy for her younger brother to have this adventure, she also felt sorry for her younger brother. She learned art in the mountains and learned it in a few years.

Su Fan must have suffered a lot——

As they walked, they listened to Tang Sufan's nonsense.

One person played seriously, and the other listened carefully.

Even Yin Qiaoer listened carefully to the extreme, for fear of missing a word.

The two walked to the front of the glass greenhouse in a short time. When Yin Qiaoer saw the shiny glazed pieces at such a close distance, she still couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

How much is this worth...

And through the glass, you can see a lot of lush greenery, and the two sides are covered with grass thatch. At this time, it must be opened during the day, and it can only be covered at night to keep warm.

And there are already many seedlings of vegetables bursting with vitality, which are particularly conspicuous in this cold weather.

Although this low greenhouse is not high, it still occupies a large area.

Yin Qiaoer glanced at it, but she could recognize water celery, Chinese cabbage, shepherd's purse, radish, cabbage, water spinach, peas... If the innermost row is connected with two small wooden sticks, it should be courgettes—— —

All kinds of vegetables, it seems that they haven't been planted for too long.

And the amount of species is not much, but the advantage is that there are many categories.

When she really saw these, Yin Qiaoer couldn't help being shocked, and her beautiful eyes flowed.

It turns out that Su Fan is really a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Who else can master this kind of ability that goes against the might of heaven and earth?
"It turns out...it can really be planted!"

Yin Qiaoer stared at the greenery in the shed with her beautiful eyes, and couldn't help murmuring.

It's really a bit dazed to be able to see this under the freezing weather——

"Ham, a little skill, it's not surprising."

Tang Sufan pretended to be quite self-effacing and waved his hand.

Harm, isn't it just a small greenhouse.

low profile.

Yin Qiaoer took a good look at this kid, then smiled slightly, Su Fan was still the same as when he was a child.

When I get something good, I like to pretend to be low-key.

When she was a child, every time she saw through it, she just didn't point it out.

But Yin Qiaoer looked at those 'glazed glass', thought for a while, and frowned worriedly.

"Su Fan, since you call me elder sister, can elder sister remind you, these 'glasses', don't let anyone who cares see them, don't make others jealous, you know?"

Seeing Yin Qiaoer's serious expression, Tang Sufan also nodded.

Indeed, he knows the price of this colored glaze best in his heart, so he chooses to put it in the backyard, and others will not be able to see it if they want to come in to see it.

Damn, it's really troublesome, isn't it just a few pieces of glass...

At the same time, Yin Qiaoer's long-term worry has been relieved a lot. Her younger brother is actually a disciple of Xianmen...

It's no wonder that he was able to write such poems about wandering immortals in Qinghe Garden back then.

If you don't go to Xianmen, how can you do it?
The musical instruments over there were also set up, and the two wandering around were also called back.

Tang Sufan also carried out his guitar.

"Su Fan, your musical instrument is so strange?"

Tang Sufan smiled: "Sister Qiaoer, my musical instrument is called a guitar, and it's a Tang limited edition~"

"Guitar?"

Yin Qiaoer frowned, what a strange name.

Tang Sufan clapped his hands and greeted the girls in the yard.

"Ladies and sisters, take a look and come over here, the rehearsal has started~"

Ladies and gentlemen?

For a moment, all the girls were laughed again and again...

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At this time, in a gazebo somewhere in Chang'an City East City.

Sitting there were several young students wearing jade haircuts and gray Confucian shirts.

He was pretending to point and point at the girls who were walking towards him in the distance, talking loudly, and laughing inexplicably from time to time.

It's just that the eyes are quite serious.

Song Yingcai and Cui Xu who made things difficult for Tang Sufan in Chunxin Pavilion that day were among them.

On the other side came a blue Confucian robe, probably a scholar with a bit of elegance.

Song Yingcai stretched out his hand and greeted after seeing it: "Brother Wang, here!"

The person called 'Brother Wang' bowed his hands in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, brothers, there are some things in the Silang Court, and the delay is late. I hope you will take care of me, and Wang will punish himself with three cups later."

Someone complimented him: "Haha, brother Wang is different from us now, he is also a successful official, so it's normal to be busy."

"Haha, no matter where it is, it's just for the family to help each other. Brothers and sisters will surely achieve great success in the near future!"

"Hey, you are talented in thesis. Brother Wang is more than enough qualified to be the Assistant Secretary of the Silang Academy. Don't be self-effacing."

"Yeah yeah!"

He started a conversation with a smile and sat down.

Now, everyone is here.

"Brother Song, calling us here today might not be as simple as drinking wine, right?"

Wang Tao just sat down, looked at Song Yingcai, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Yingcai pretended to smile.

"Haha, as expected, nothing can be hidden from Brother Wang's eyes. I wonder if everyone knows about Tang Sufan?"

"Tang Sufan?"

The few people who didn't know why looked at each other, most of them had never heard of this name.

"Who is this Tang Sufan? Is he worthy of Brother Song's attention?"

Song Yingcai pretended to be mysterious and said slowly: "If you don't know about Tang Sufan, then you all know about the 'Little Poem Immortal' who has been in the limelight recently in Chang'an City?"

When it comes to Xiao Shixian, all the literati and talented scholars here will know it immediately.

"I've heard it, I heard that this little poet fairy is so talented, Qinghe Garden Poetry can drink wine and compose quatrains, and it is said to be a good name, and then there is Chunxin Pavilion to help Yi Guogong's son Qin Huaiying's quatrains, I am lucky to have a beautiful woman—"

"That's right, recently his words and sentences have been openly appraised by the gentlemen of our Hongwen Museum, but they are not bad—"

"That's right, it's the same in our Imperial Academy. Many old gentlemen are lamenting his words, but they are regarded as quatrains! Admiration!"

"Indeed, I heard that this little poet fairy is actually as old as we want to be, it has to be admirable—"

At this time, one of Watson discovered the blind spot.

"Could it be that brother Song knows that little poet fairy?"

Song Yingcai's brows sank subconsciously, and then he said: "To tell you the truth, that Tang Sufan is Xiaoshixian, and I have a little grudge with that Tang Sufan—"

Someone was surprised: "Oh? Brother Song, is there another matter?"

Song Yingcai waved his hand pretending to be generous.

"Sigh, the past is so insignificant. I, Song, can handle the quarrel. Brother Tang's poetic talent, I, Song, really can't compare to it!"

On this occasion, the surroundings naturally responded with three or two generous words from Brother Song.

What should be joked about is still everyone's joked about.

While pretending to be magnanimous, Song Yingcai's face suddenly changed, with an expression of indisputable anger.

"Tang Sufan's literary talent is higher than mine. Song has been thinking about it for a long time, and even wants to get in touch with him. At worst, Song apologizes. I hope Brother Tang can get along with him—"

"But... recently, after knowing something about Song, he gave up on this idea. This Tang Sufan is simply a disgrace to a literati!"

At the end, Song Yingcai's face was filled with righteous indignation, and he couldn't help but patted the table!
Song Yingcai grasped the ups and downs of the story rhythm very well.

If it is really not possible in the future, being a storyteller is also very promising.

"Oh? What is it that makes Brother Song so angry?"

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