From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Looking at the girl's petite back, Zhou Yuan was a little confused for a moment.

He didn't expect Xue Ningyue to be so reckless that she actually rushed into the cauliflower field and called out all the scholars and girls.

Sensing the movement here, Zhao Jianjia came over and asked in confusion: "What's the matter? Do you have any new ideas?"

Zhou Yuan said: "What new ideas?"

Zhao Jianjia blinked and said: "Didn't you think of a new game, so you called them out?"

Zhou Yuan shook his head and smiled: "I don't have any new ideas, I just want to see the strength of Yunzhou Poetry Society and want to listen to their poems."

Zhao Jianjia smiled bitterly: "Don't be impatient, the afternoon is so long, you have to let them kill time first, and write poems and lyrics at the end."

Zhou Yuan didn't say anything, just sighed, and strode towards the table and chairs.

He found a chair and sat down casually, picked up a navel orange and ate it.

Zhao Jianjia saw that his face was not right, followed him, and whispered: "Zhou Yuan, do you have anything to say? I think you seem to be in a bad mood."

She was tall, facing the wind, her black hair fluttering, and her posture was absolutely beautiful.

Zhou Yuan had no intention of appreciating her at this moment, but just said slowly: "You and I are just contracted husband and wife, and we met by chance because of the appointment of our elders. Why do you care about my emotions?"

Zhao Jianjia's face changed slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she whispered: "You are in a bad mood, otherwise you would not say such words, and you usually don't speak so aggressively."

Zhou Yuan waved his hand and said: "Go and do your own things. If you are in a good mood, you can also write poems."

"Brother Zhou!"

There were shouts from a distance, and twenty or thirty girls came one after another.

Luo Ruanzhi walked in the front, waving her hand and said: "Do you think this flower is beautiful!"

She pinned the golden rapeseed flower on the end of her hair and showed a sweet smile.

It can be seen that she is very happy today.

Zhou Yuan said: "Does Ruan Zhi think she is beautiful?"

Luo Ruan Zhi was slightly stunned, then covered her mouth and laughed: "Brother Zhou, how can you ask this? Women are not suitable to evaluate themselves."

Zhou Yuan said: "I think you are very beautiful, with delicate features and graceful figure. You can use a poem to describe it."

The women around couldn't help laughing. Such a straightforward compliment was so bold and embarrassing.

Luo Ruan Zhi also blushed, lowered her head, and whispered: "Brother Zhou, which poem is it?"

"You haven't heard of this poem. I just wrote it, only four incomplete sentences."

Zhou Yuan had no expression on his face and said in a deep voice: "The lotus comes out of the clear water, naturally without decoration. One look can make the city fall, and another look can make the country fall."

After a brief silence around, there was an uproar and a warm exclamation broke out.

The beauty of the country, what a compliment!

Zhao Jianjia was stunned, and felt a little sad for a while.

Is Ruan Zhi so beautiful... She deserves your praise, but you are not her husband.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianjia was shocked again. What happened to her? Why did she have such jealous thoughts?

Amid the cheers of the crowd and the envy of other women, Luo Ruanzhi's face was full of obsession, shy and happy, and her voice was trembling.

"Zhou... Brother Zhou, Ruan Zhi, I don't deserve such... praise."

She lowered her head, her ears were red, and her little hands pinched the corners of her skirt, not knowing where to put them.

Zhou Yuan said lightly: "It's a pity that you are not naturally embellished. You have picked flowers in your hair."

Everyone looked at each other when they heard this, as if they heard something wrong.

And Luo Ruanzhi also raised her head suddenly, and subconsciously touched the cauliflower on her head.

She woke up at this time, Zhou Yuan was answering the question she had just asked - is this flower beautiful?

The other party's answer was obviously negative.

Luo Ruanzhi was a little confused, and there was an indescribable loneliness.

Zhou Yuan looked at the people around him and said with a smile: "You must have gained a lot from enjoying the spring scenery. Why don't you write a poem or two?"

Chen Zhan hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Brother Ziyi is very talented. Today he is fishing here and enjoying the scenery. It would be best if he could write an opening poem."

Everyone also hurriedly agreed. After all, it was too difficult for them to write a poem immediately. It was just right to let Zhou Yuan do it, and they could still have time to think about it.

Zhou Yuan was not polite and said lightly: "Okay, then I will throw out some ideas."

He stood up, tapped the table lightly, and said: "I did fish here. I came here at dawn."

"I saw the beautiful sunrise and the refreshing spring scenery."

"I had a big meal I had never eaten before, and also saw an interesting game of scholars."

He looked at the cauliflower field in front of him and said: "Therefore, I felt something in my heart and wrote"Chen Zhan said with a smile: "Read it quickly, let's see it!" Zhou Yuan said: "Do you have a pen and ink?" How could such a gathering be without pen and ink? Soon the book boy prepared everything. Zhou Yuan picked up the brush and thought of many past events. He wrote down a twenty-character quatrain in anger. His emotions reached the peak. He looked up and said: "You seem to have forgotten one thing!" "I said before that poetry is a minor path. Don't you want to know why?" As soon as this was said, everyone was confused. Why did the previous thing come up again? Yes! Before, Zhou Yuan just wrote a poem "Ode to Willow" to divert everyone's attention. He clearly didn't explain that poetry is a minor path. Zhou Yuan didn't wait for them to answer, but said directly: "In fact, the reason is very simple. In my opinion, poetry is a minor path! "

Zhao Jianjia was really anxious. She finally got over this matter, but why did she feel like she was trapped again!

She hurriedly said: "Don't talk about Zhou Yuan. If poetry is a minor path, then what is the major path?"

"Haha! What is the major path?"

Zhou Yuan suddenly laughed, and then said in a serious tone: "To stabilize the mountains and rivers, support the country, and create a prosperous era, so that the people of the world can learn when they are young, rely on the elderly, eat when they are hungry, and wear when they are cold."

"Liberate all mankind! This is the major path!"

After speaking, he threw the brush on the ground and said coldly: "What a crappy poetry meeting, I won't accompany you anymore! "

He turned and left with big strides, ignoring the silence and gaze behind him.

Zhou Yuan admitted that what he said was not suitable for this era at all. A smart time traveler should integrate into this era instead of adhering to the thoughts of the previous life.

But he just wanted to vent for some reason.

He didn't care whether others could understand him, and he didn't care whether others would think he was a madman.

He vented and felt good, that was enough.

He would only feel uncomfortable if he stayed here.

And that was the fact. The scholars in the poetry meeting looked at Zhou Yuan's back, and most of them thought he was a madman.

Only a few people frowned and lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

Zhao Jianjia's face was a little pale. She didn't know what she should do, and she didn't even know why Zhou Yuan was angry for no reason.

She just didn't know what to do, just didn't know what to do.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

"Let's... leave him alone. Brother Ziyi may just be thinking of something unhappy and want to see his poems. "

Chen Zhan forced a smile. In fact, he was somewhat touched by Zhou Yuan's words, but it was very vague and he didn't quite understand.

He just wanted to ease the atmosphere and picked up the paper with big characters.

He was about to read it, but after taking a look, he was stunned again.

Liu Zhe said impatiently: "What are you dawdling about! If you want to read it, read it. If you don't want to read it, just tear it up!"

Chen Zhan took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice: "When the sun is high in the sky, sweat drips on the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is hard-earned."

After saying this, he felt relieved and carefully put the white paper away.

Chen Zhan was shocked. He seemed to understand why Zhou Yuan was angry.

And everyone present, savoring these simple and easy-to-understand words, fell into silence.