The bad emperor of Tang Dynasty

"Master, why did your name, Guo Nuan, appear on it?" Ah Fu continued to repeat foolishly.This seemingly ordinary sentence was suddenly thrown into the calm lake like a big stone, stirring up turbulent waves, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on Guo Nuan.

"Haha, what, this guy is Guo Nuan, it's really ridiculous."

The Confucian student who claimed to be Guo Nuan who enrolled in the same year suddenly burst into laughter, pointed at Guo Nuan with a finger, and mocked everyone: "Everyone, come and have a look, he said he is the famous Guo Nuan, Guo Consort Ah, it’s really shameless, it’s ridiculous.”

A group of scholars were attracted by them, with disdainful expressions on their faces, they also laughed in agreement.

"Don't think that you are more handsome than me, so you can brazenly pretend to be a talented Guo. You are not even worthy to carry his shoes." Nuan flashed away.

Having said that, ever since Guo Nuan entered the Princess Mansion, there was a lack of maids around her, so he, the son-in-law, had to do most of the rough work by himself. To be honest, Guo Nuan did it for herself every day when it came to lifting shoes.

"These scholars in the Tang Dynasty are all angry youths, and they do violent behaviors at every turn." Guo Nuan was completely speechless, muttering in a low voice, and in line with the principle that more things are worse than less things, she quickly pulled the dazed Ah Fu out of the crowd.

"Drink, it seems that this counterfeit is still sensible, I am embarrassed and ran away."

Immediately after that, the sarcastic Confucian scholar sneered again, and everyone booed accordingly, and the scene was noisy for a while.

Fortunately, Guo Nuan has a good self-cultivation skill. If he was still stunned in high school, Guo Nuan might stick his dick in that guy's nostril. ． ．Use that guy's **.

"The young master doesn't care about these false names at all. There are too many adults who are too lazy to argue with you." Guo Nuan murmured in his heart, and gave the Confucian scholar a faint look, his shoulders trembled in anger.

"Let's go, Ah Fu, the young master didn't write that poem, maybe it's just the same name."

"Didn't Master Qiu say that he is Guo Nuan's son-in-law from the Princess Mansion? How could it not be you?" Ah Fu chased after Guo Nuan, not believing his denial at all.

"It's not the poem written by the young master, it's true, there's nothing you can do if you don't believe it."

Guo Nuan rested her arms behind her head, and walked forward in square steps on the street with a leisurely expression on her face.However, Guo Nuan did tell the truth. He did not write this half line of the poem, but he copied it from a Song Dynasty poet.

Does Guo Nuan still have to solemnly say to Ah Fu: "Hey, Ah Fu, listen, young master, I have traveled from a distant 1000 years ago. For poems after the Tang Dynasty, I can memorize So few songs are not enough."

Guessing that Ah Fu would definitely not believe what he said, Guo Nuan simply remained silent without further explanation.In fact, sometimes, people are like this. The more they explain that they don’t have it and keep silent, the more others believe that they have it. This is due to human nature, and it’s the same in any era.

"Guo Nuan, wait for the old man, please wait!" Just as Guo Nuan's master and servant were about to pedal back, a call came from behind.

"Master, look, the landlord Qiu Shaofu hastily rushed over!" Ah Fu reacted quickly, turned his head and saw an old man Qiu Shaofu in a dark purple uniform in the distance, trotting over panting, and waving at him from time to time .

"Uh, he's looking for us?" Guo Nuan looked at the 70-year-old man with quick hands and feet. He moved quite quickly, and ran to him in a flash.

"Guo Concubine, I... finally caught up with you. The old man has something to talk to you about."

After Qiu Shaofu's intense exercise, his face was flushed at the moment, he put his hands on Guo Nuan's shoulders and panted like a cow, and his goatee was blown up and down by the air blowing out of his mouth, which looked very interesting.

Guo Nuan handed a handkerchief to Qiu Shaofu, and then asked doubtfully, "I don't know what advice you can give me when you come to stop Xiaosheng."

Ah Fu next to him was able to see this well-known literary figure at a close distance, as if seeing an idol, his eyes were flooded, and while Guo Nuan was chatting with him, he jumped up and down beside him, really wanting to say something, It's a pity that this respected old man obviously focused all his attention on his master, and didn't pay attention to the poor little bookboy at all.

Qiu Shaofu coughed twice, then looked left and right at the busy street, and said with a smile: "Guo Concubine, if it's convenient, I'll bother you for a while, it's not suitable to talk on the noisy street, can we go to Cailou now?" Get together?"

Now that the old man has put down his old face to invite Guo Nuan, Guo Nuan can't play tricks to refuse. After thinking for a moment, he nodded slowly.

"Uh, why are they back again! They are even accompanied by Prince Qiu Shaofu, Mr. Qiu!"

Soon the three of them turned back to the downstairs of the Cailou. The crowd just now hadn't dispersed yet. At this moment, the scholars in the circle were dumbfounded, all staring at the eyes as big as cowbells. Everyone looked at the expressionless Guo Nuan in front of him. Walked by slowly.

"Master Shao Fu, the kid next to you... who is he, and I need you to accompany him personally?"

The Confucian scholar who claimed to have a relationship with Guo Nuan hadn't left yet. He seemed to realize something at this moment, and stammered with doubts on Qiu Shaofu who passed by him.

"Eh? Hehe, no way, who said that he knew Concubine Guo just now, this one in front of him is it." Qiu Shaofu stroked his gray beard and laughed, and squeezed at the Confucian scholar like a naughty boy. Eye.

Immediately, a wailing burst out from the crowd: "Oh my God, just now I... I actually offended Concubine Guo!"

The scholars looked at Guo Nuan, who had already entered the Cailou, and suddenly became overwhelmed.

"What is this? Half an hour ago, I spit on Mr. Guo! Oh, it's a good thing I didn't spit, otherwise the great poet I admire so much would hate Xiaosheng." In a corner of the crowd, a certain I was beating my chest again and again, looking up to the sky and sighing.

Just when everyone was regretting their lack of vision, Guo Nuan and Ah Fu had already been led into a simple and elegant flower hall by Qiu Shaofu.

Qiu Shaofu chuckled, like a kind old man next door, seeing Ah Fu timidly entering the hall, he immediately said: "Please sit down, there is no need to be formal."

The interior is very spacious and bright. On the walls are paintings of landscapes and pastoral paintings of celebrities in the Tang Dynasty, and there is even a giant splash-ink painting on the screen.

As for the furniture made of high-quality red sandalwood, pear wood and other high-quality wood, it can be seen that the owner's taste is very elegant and leisurely.

After slowly drinking a cup of tea brought by the maid, Guo Nuan spoke first: "Master Shaofu, Xiaosheng has something unclear and asked a question abruptly. I hope Shaofu Qiu can answer frankly."

It seems that Qiu Shaofu knew that Guo Nuan would have doubts, he nodded with a smile and said, "I know but don't say anything, just ask if you have any questions."

"Why did you already have a copy of the poem I wrote on the wall in the apricot garden of the Princess Mansion the day before yesterday?" Guo Nuan asked calmly, staring at Qiu Shaofu's Eyes want to find out the answer.

"Haha, well. It has to be attributed to your wife, Princess Shengping."