Appoint me as a spy, but the contact person is actually the empress

Chapter 182 If you make an offer, this son will never counter-offer!
Xu Shouyun couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard Qin Wang's young son ask such a question.

"Little prince, who did you listen to?"

"You just say it is not!"

Jiang Rentong's eyes flashed, and he stared at Xu Shouyun's eyes, as if he could see through the other person's mind at a glance.

Xu Shouyun paused for a moment, thinking in his heart.

Did Jing Qingyue from Jingyue Study reveal the real identity of Layman Yi'an to him, or was it Princess Liu?
Concubine Liu should be unlikely.

The two little girls Yanyun and Yanyue seem to have this possibility.

"Xiaoshizi, the little one is just a little eunuch with a handicap. He can't write ink, and he can't carry a gun. Do you think this is possible?"

Xu Shouyun decided not to be a fool, and had to keep going.

No matter who the Prince of Qin Xiao Shizi listened to, anyway, he firmly refused to admit it.

As an undercover agent, you must not be too ostentatious in disclosing your identity to the public.

The identity of Dongchang Changgong is already very eye-catching.

If there is another super rookie in the poetry and literary circles of the Great Wei Dynasty, wouldn't it be known all over the world.

"My son also thinks this is impossible."

Jiang Rentong stared at Xu Shouren's eyes with surprise for a long time before sighing:

"However, the master of Jingyue Study will not lie to this prince. Mr. Xu, you and I are about the same age. I didn't expect you to be so outstanding in poetry. This prince really underestimated the world."

No wonder Concubine Liu looked up to this kid.

In addition to being born with a good skin, this kid is actually full of extraordinary talent.

From this point of view, Jiang Ling can reuse this guy so much, not just because he thinks this guy is handsome, but because of a deeper reason.

"Hey, Xiao Shizi, a little trick is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

Xu Shouyun sneered and said:
"The main reason is that His Majesty feels that the literary world of our Great Wei has been weak for a long time, and the cultural invasion of the Dajing Dynasty is becoming more and more serious. His Majesty is worried about the decline of the world in our Great Wei, so he ordered the younger ones to think of more ways."

"Cultural invasion?"

Jiang Rentong was obviously unfamiliar with this new word, and asked seriously: "What is cultural invasion? Why do you say that the Dajing Dynasty is carrying out cultural invasion against our Great Wei?"

"Cultural invasion, as the name suggests, means that a country imports different cultural ideas to another country, and this culture has obvious ethnic and ethnic characteristics."

Xu Shouyun thought about it for a while. The next plan must have something to do with cultural invasion. The young son of the King of Qin can be said to be the core figure in the literary world in Kyoto. Although he is not a talented person, his identity and status can be used well.

Thinking of this, Xu Shouyun explained seriously.

"This is an act of conquest by one country or nation over another country or another nation through cultural transformation and ideological transformation."

"Nowadays in the Great Wei, Dajing porcelain, Dajing costumes, Dajing poems, Dajing scripts, Dajing language and other cultural products with Dajing characteristics are popular all over the country, and they are subtly changing the Great Wei. Class thoughts and concepts."

"If things go on like this, I'm afraid that within a hundred years, no one will know what the customs of the Great Wei are!"

Jiang Rentong frowned and said:
"Wei and Jing have communicated with each other for many years, and people-to-people exchanges have been very frequent. In terms of poetry, Da Jing's achievements in the literary world in recent years are indeed better than my Da Wei. But this can't be called a cultural invasion, right?"

"You are the young son of the King of Qin." Xu Shouyun said with a sigh: "Now even you think this is a very common and normal exchange, which is enough to show that the cultural output of the Dajing Dynasty to our Great Wei has reached the point of enriching things. To the point of silence."

"Moisturize things silently... moisten things silently."

Jiang Rentong looked at Xu Shouyun with wide eyes, and said happily: "Mr. Xu, you really have a great talent! You can express a mood with just one sentence. This sentence is so subtle, there should be a preface, right?"

Xu Shouyun looked at Jiang Rentong speechlessly, then nodded and replied:

"A good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. This is a poem I wrote when I watched the spring rain in early spring."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! It's really wonderful!"

With a spring breeze on his face, Jiang Rentong clapped his hands and praised: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Good poem! Good artistic conception! This is the best poem describing the spring scene I have ever heard!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Rentong stood up and put his arms around Xu Shouyun's shoulders as if seeing an old friend for many years, and said with a smile:
"Master, I have something to discuss with you."

Xu Shouyun got goosebumps all over his body when he was suddenly approached by the prince of the Qin Dynasty, but he couldn't take the other's hand away, so he could only bite the bullet and smile.

"What's the matter? Please tell me, little prince."

"Sell me this poem. Pay whatever you want!"

Jiang Rentong whispered in Xu Shouyun's ear:

"You know this matter, I know it, God knows it and the earth knows it."

Xu Shouyun immediately understood and said: "Little son, if I guessed correctly, you are going to present this poem as a treasure to Concubine Liu, right?"

"The one who knows me is the owner of the factory."

Jiang Rentong said happily: "Everyone is a man, I will not hide what I think from you. With your intelligence, you should have already seen my feelings for Concubine Liu."

"Little prince, please be careful with your words."

Xu Shouyun pretended to be surprised, turned his head and looked around, and saw that no outsiders were present, so he lowered his voice and said:

"The concubine is the former emperor's widow. The royal family has its own rules. Little prince, even if you have this kind of thought, you still have to take into account the prestige and reputation of Prince Qin's mansion!"

"Hehe, you don't have to worry about this matter. I have my own opinion."

Jiang Rentong smiled indifferently: "You just say, this favor, do you want to help or not!"

"Little son, you have created a big problem for me!"

Xu Shouyun said with a bitter face:
"Your Majesty established the East Factory to take care of all kinds of affairs within the royal family. If His Majesty finds out, I colluded with you in secret, and have bad intentions towards Concubine Liu, even if I have ten heads, I won't be able to keep it! "

"you're so dumb!"

Jiang Rentong said with a cheerful smile:
"I think you were smart all your life, but you were confused for a while. You just sold me a few poems. Does this son's liking for Concubine Liu have anything to do with you?"

"That's right!"

Xu Shouyun patted his thigh as if suddenly realizing it and said:

"It's no secret in the palace that Xiao Shizi often goes to and from Yanfu Palace. Xiao Shizi wants to please Concubine Liu, it's Xiao Shizi's private behavior, and the director of the factory has nothing to do with it. Know."

After finishing speaking, Xu Shouyun looked at Jiang Rentong with bright eyes and said with a smile:
"Friendship is priceless, and the classic poems that can be passed down through the ages are also priceless. Little prince, how much money do you plan to pay for my song Happy Rain on a Spring Night?"

"Happy rain on a spring night? A good poem must have a good title! Hahaha! I knew that Mr. Xu was the right person to find you."

Jiang Rentong laughed loudly, and said loudly:

"The factory owner is right. The classic poems that can be passed down through the ages are absolutely priceless! If you make an offer, this son will never bargain!"

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(End of this chapter)