Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 79 Chapter 91 When will the poison be cured?
Chu Yuanheng looked at Fang Shilan quietly for a while, and said with an unclear expression:
"The deputy inspector censor of Yushitai has always been vacant, and he is just right."

Fang Shilan is famous for being upright, bold and outspoken, and also has outstanding talents and learning, but because he is too sharp and doesn't know how to turn around and flatter, he was kicked out of the list of talents.

"I'm afraid it's inappropriate for a low-level scholar with no family background to disobey the imperial examinations and become an official to serve as the fifth-rank deputy supervisory censor."

Chu Yuanheng turned his eyes, and looked at Chu Yu with a calculating smile, "Didn't Grandpa Huang say that our country Qi is a huge country, and we want to break the concept of family status and employ only talents. Since Fang Shilan is talented, Grandpa Huang I will cherish my talent.”

"You want to win him over?"

In the State of Qi, the princes are allowed to openly recruit the world's sages to become diners in the mansion. The second prince Chu Chonglin has nearly two thousand diners in his mansion, and even his mansion has [-] diners, but his diners are all elegant literati, no more than Chu Chonglin. A political strategist in the Chonglin Mansion.

Although he made friends with poetry on the surface today, he was actually helping Chu Yuanheng find candidates for his staff, intentionally or not.

Chu Yuanheng's small face suddenly became dark, and he shook his head.

"No, he just needs to be himself in that position."

Chu Yu lowered his eyes and smiled. Although he cared about his nephew, he didn't want to get involved in the power struggle, so he didn't continue to ask Chu Yuanheng how he planned to get Fang Shilan into power.

Paused, suddenly thought of something, and said:

"At the end of next month, Concubine Bai's birthday, if you don't show up, I'm afraid your grandpa will be suspicious."

Chu Yuanheng's complexion sank again, the one who should come will still come, the second emperor guessed that he was looking forward to him, it is best not to appear at Bai Guifei's birthday banquet forever.

He pulled his lips and smiled coldly, that smile seemed to have been quenched by ice, with a coolness that pierced people's hearts.

"If I don't show up, the uncles will not be boring."

Chu Yu frowned slightly. He really didn't want to see Chu Yuanheng so sophisticated, but if he didn't, he might not be able to live to this day.

"When will the poison on your body be cured?"

Chu Yuanheng's expression froze, his eyes once again looked through the curtain at the familiar figure in the distance, and his lips moved.

"soon."

It's really interesting to watch the ancients fight for a self-righteous truth.

But if you read too much, it will be boring. In general, there is only one word: pedantic.

Yan Qingcheng was about to leave when he suddenly heard a refreshing aroma of wine filling the air.

Yan Qingcheng followed the incense and looked at the middle of the soldiers on the left.

There was a man wearing a snow-white long gown, with black hair like satin, only a strand of white satin was casually rolled up and hung down behind him.

Eyebrows are picturesque, far away like snow in mountains, lotus in water, white satin swaying with clothes, curly black hair fluttering, like a fairy descending from the earth.

Mo Fengyi was holding a pen with one hand behind his back, writing poems on the rice paper smoothly.

Most of the poems were beautifully written, and won constant applause.

Yan Qingcheng was so itchy to be seduced by the applause, that she also squeezed into the crowd of scholars.

Mo Fengyi is writing a poem about wine. There is an indescribable sense of decadence in the poem, but there is also a sense of self-salvation in the decadence. Although the road ahead is long, as long as there is no fear, everything will be possible. Anything can be achieved counterattack artistic conception.

Yan Qingcheng saw a very simple-looking jade pot in the soft brocade box in the center of the case. The jade pot was obviously filled with fine wine, and the pure aroma of wine filled the air from far away.

Although Yan Qingcheng didn't know much about wine, but just smelling the smell of wine, he felt that intoxicating people must be good wine.

It seems that everyone is inscribing poems with wine, and whoever writes the best poems will get this pot of fine wine.

It's just that the good wine that Mo Fengyi likes is by no means an ordinary good wine. Otherwise, the Mo family in the imperial capital has strong financial resources, and they don't have what kind of wine they want.

After traveling for many days, she hadn't tasted the taste of good ancient wine, and a sly look flashed in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)