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Chapter 72

"Why are they hugging each other?"

Cheng Jijiu, a man in a Confucian uniform, stood where he was, with a dazed expression on his face, but soon realized something, and his expression became strange again.

aside.

The middle-aged eunuch saw that Cheng Jijiu's expression became more and more complicated, thinking that something serious had happened, his heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his voice and said, "Master Jijiu, do you want to meet the Holy Majesty?"

If there is a lot involved behind the spirit beast's madness, some things have to be said in the palace, lest the walls have ears.

"Spirit beasts are beasts after all, and it's human nature to be unable to control their emotions occasionally. Your Majesty has a lot to do every day, so don't bother your Majesty with these trivial matters." Cheng Jijiu came back to his senses, looked at the middle-aged eunuch, and spoke softly.

The middle-aged eunuch breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Since Master Jijiu said so, then our family will report back to His Majesty, is the spirit beast going crazy because of a bad mood?"

Cheng Jijiu said: "That's not the case. I recalled the scene just now and found that the spirit beast suddenly went mad after seeing something. As for what it was looking at, I can't answer it. Maybe it's the Gu worm on Princess Chang'an, maybe It's something else."

The middle-aged eunuch was startled: "His Highness Chang An also came to Yuanwu Lake today?"

In his impression, Princess Chang'an has never left the palace gate since she was seriously injured by the demon clan and returned to the capital. It is a rare event that she came to Yuanwu Lake today.

"I came here, but I didn't come to Huanzhou, but went to the east bank."

The middle-aged eunuch thought for a while, nodded slightly and said: "Our family understands, our family will report to the Holy Master what Master Jijiu said, and leave."

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Cheng Jijiu and Xu Ruxian, the censor of Zuodu who was not far away, and left quickly.

After he left.

Xu Ruxian, the censor of Zuodu in scarlet robes, turned his head, looked at the eunuchs who were drifting away with disgust, and cursed: "These bastards! Part of the reason why my birthday is declining is that they only know "

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Jijiu: "Brother Ruxian, we agreed before that we will only play chess today, regardless of political affairs."

When Xu Ruxian heard this, he didn't say any more, just shook his head and sighed.

The two played chess for a while.

Cheng Jijiu suddenly asked: "Brother Ruxian, have you heard of Zhenbei Prince Ren Pingsheng?"

Xu Ruxian raised his eyes and glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said leisurely: "I have heard a little bit that it is said that the character is good, but the cultivation talent is too poor. Now he is 20 years old, but he has not even broken through the ninth rank. Thinking about how his father was in those days." It's not surprising that he is full of spirits. Hey, father and son of a tiger."

Good character and good disposition. Hearing his old friend's evaluation of him, Cheng Jijiu couldn't help but see the image of him hugging Yun and Princess, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, I heard my friend say:
"By the way, his poems are very good. The poem written in the palace a few days ago is difficult, lamenting the difficulty of the world. It is majestic and ambitious. It is excellent and will definitely be passed down for thousands of years in the future."

Spread for thousands of years?

The evaluation is so high?
Cheng Jijiu was taken aback, curious in his heart, and asked, "Brother Ruxian, can you read it and listen to it?"

Xu Ruxian looked at him, a little surprised and said: "That poem has almost spread all over the country in just a few days, and the holy temple sacrifices wine, and the model scholar of the world has never heard of it?"

Cheng Jijiu said: "I sent a group of students to Shushan a few days ago, and I just came back this morning."

"No wonder."

Xu Ruxian was stunned, and then said: "The golden cup of sake is worth ten thousand, and the jade plate is ashamed to be worth ten thousand."

After reading a poem, Cheng Jijiu looked as usual.

Opening two sentences can only be said to be quite satisfactory, and it is far from the praise that has been passed down for thousands of years. It seems that the good sentences are still to come.

"Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks can't eat. The road is difficult, the road is difficult, and there are many divergent roads. Where is it now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break. Hang the clouds and sail directly to help the sea." Xu Ruxian read it all in one breath.

Not even five seconds.

Cheng Jijiu couldn't help but praised: "It's really a good poem! It has been passed down for thousands of years, and the words are true. This is the first sentence."

Next.

It took Cheng Jijiu a whole stick of incense to analyze the difficult journey word by word, and there was light in his eyes when he said it.

After finishing speaking, he let out a breath and sighed: "Ren has such a poetic talent in his life. If he studies, he will be able to achieve something. It's a pity."

Speaking of which, stop abruptly.

Xu Ruxian glanced at him, and said leisurely: "His father has been brooding over that matter for 20 years, and he reckons that even if he sees his son doing nothing all his life, he won't let him change to Confucianism or Taoism."

Hearing the words, Cheng Jijiu couldn't help recalling what happened 20 years ago, sighed in his heart, and didn't say any more, just said: "Play chess."

In a blink of an eye.

As the sun sets, the night begins.

In the inner city, on the most prosperous Sajin Street in the capital.

Shop signboards and flags are flying high, horses and horses are coming, pedestrians are constantly flowing, red lanterns are hung all over every corner, and there are lively scenes everywhere.

It is rare that there is no curfew in the inner city. Many people have nothing to do and do not want to go back to their homes. Instead, they invite two or three friends to stroll in the streets.

This is the case with Ren Pingsheng and Liu Yunmeng.

now.

The two walked side by side, walking aimlessly on the bustling street, chatting from time to time.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a warm shout coming from the front.

The lively sister-in-law was instantly attracted, her eyes lit up, she grabbed Ren Pingsheng's arm, and rushed there enthusiastically: "Go! Go and see!"

Soon.

When the two came to the front, they realized that the one surrounded by the crowd turned out to be Tingfeng Pavilion.

"A government-run brothel, why are there so many people around? Could it be that Tingfeng Pavilion will also hold some Dragon Boat Festival promotions, group buying for three people, one person free?"

Ren Pingsheng looked at the crowd of onlookers inside and outside, and complained in his heart.

aside.

Liu Yunmeng saw the Tingfeng Pavilion in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the fact that he thought it was a teahouse and dragged Ren Pingsheng in to play chess. His pretty face was slightly red, and she pretended to be indifferent and asked: "Ren Pingsheng, do you know what is happening here? Why are there so many people around?"

"I'm going to ask you."

Ren Pingsheng replied in a low voice, and was about to ask passers-by for information, when someone next to him explained to his companion: "Tingfeng Pavilion is holding a literary meeting today, and we have invited Miss Qingying, and everyone gathered here just to see Miss Qingying. style."

Tingfeng Pavilion is the first among the many brothels in the capital.

Such a brothel has a good environment and high consumption, and non-ordinary people can enter it, so it can be said that there is no white man.

It is not surprising that it is common to hold literary conferences to meet the spiritual needs of regular customers.

But who is this Qingying girl?

Why do so many people want to see her?

"Could it be a certain oiran?"

Ren Pingsheng was wondering, when he suddenly heard excited shouts from beside him.

"Look, look! Someone is coming!"

(End of this chapter)