Great Tang Broom Star

  Chapter 464 Go, stand outside the palace gate for an hour

  Musicians are in place, maiko and music performers are in place.

  The palace people outside were silent.

  In the hall, Li Zhi and his women waited quietly.

   Surrounded by respectable female officials and servants, they knelt on the ground, full of expectations.

   There was a ding.

   Soon the music came slowly.

   Li Zhi nodded slightly, and Queen Wang said softly; "The composition is good."

   Li Zhi said nothing.

  A group of maikos stepped forward and danced gracefully.

  The dance is moving and the music is melodious.

   After dancing, Li Zhi nodded, "Not bad."

   Changsun Run who stood beside him smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I appreciate it."

   Then go back, and these maikos will be rewarded.

   Then a group of musicians stepped forward.

  The singing starts.

   Wei Wushuang listened, feeling tactful and affectionate.

   Poetry is good, arrangement is good, and singing is even better.

   She took a look and found that those people were listening attentively.

   This is a rare moment of enjoyment in the palace, and even the emperor will be more tolerant.

   One piece of music, and then another, interspersed with dances.

  After listening to three songs in a row, Li Zhi nodded slightly, feeling good.

  Chang Sun Run relied on his background, so he stood by the side at this moment, explaining for the emperor.

   "This is a poem by Shangguan Shaojian."

  Li Zhi nodded.

   This is his confidant!

  He relaxed and immersed himself in the singing.

  Why do they all belong to someone else?

  Wu Mei felt wrong.

  What about brother?

  She glanced at Changsun Run, wondering if he left brother's behind?

   But the next poem is just mediocre.

  Wu Mei narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly asked, "Who has today's poems?"

  Eldest Sun Run didn't squint, and didn't even look at her.

  Changsun Wuji said that Wu Mei was a slut, a lowly maid, so Changsun Run naturally followed suit, and it was good if he didn't give a contemptuous look.

   You want to say that he is too courageous, but Li Zhi has to bow his head when facing his eldest grandson Wuji. What is a woman of his?

   Li Zhi noticed it, and smiled at Wu Mei as a comfort.

  Wu Mei narrowed her eyes, thinking of Changsun Wuji's attitude towards her.

  From Changsun Run, she knew that she was just a passerby in Changsun Wuji's eyes. The key was that she didn't have the status and ability to challenge Changsun Wuji at this moment.

  Not to mention her, even Li Zhi couldn't challenge his uncle at this moment.

  Gloom flashed in his eyes.

   Li Zhi was also quite unswerving in his heart.

  It’s all for uncle to give me face, but do you, a dude who relies on the shadow of the royal family, dare to show me face?

  So, does this emperor belong to the Li family or the Changsun Wuji family?

  With a smile in his eyes, "Where is the order from Tai Le Department?"

  I won't ask you any more!

  Yang Yi stepped forward, "Your Majesty."

  Elder Sun Run's eyes were full of perseverance.

From the time when the first emperor was around, the eldest grandson's family was the top dignitaries. There was a queen in the palace, and the prince was also his own nephew. Little transparent is quite disdainful.

   Over time, Changsun Run felt that the royal family was like that, no different from his relatives.

   "Are there any poems by Uncle Wu Yang?"

  Li Zhi does not have to listen to Jia Pingan's poems, but he needs to use this action to appease his concubine, and to warn his eldest grandson secretly.

  I am the emperor!

  Yang Yi glanced at Changsun Run first.

  Wu Mei saw his action, and couldn't help but feel a little cold.

  Elder Sun Run didn't dare to give Yang Yi a warning look, otherwise Li Zhi would walk away.

  Yang Yi was a little embarrassed when he saw that his elder Sun Run had no instructions.

says have?

  That would offend Chang Sun Run.

   Offended the emperor, if the matter is not serious, Changsun Run can keep him. But if he offended Changsun Run, the emperor would definitely not be able to keep him.

  The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

  The singing and dancing continued, and Li Zhi also had a smile on his face, but Chang Sun Run found that...he was sitting on wax.

   Facing the emperor's inquiries, his subordinates dared not speak because of him.

  He glanced at Wu Mei.

  Wu Mei looked calm, as if the humiliation he ignored earlier didn't exist at all.

   Bitch!

  Aye said that that **** Wu Mei is a scourge, a scourge that seduces the king!

  He glanced at Li Zhi again.

   Li Zhi smiled and looked back at him, quite kindly.

   That's all!

  Elder Sun Run glanced at Yang Yi.

  Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Majesty, how many poems are there by Uncle Wu Yang?"

  Li Zhi said with a smile: "In this way, they can sing."

"yes."

  Yang Yi stepped back and found himself covered in sweat.

  Elder Sun Run is so courageous...Wu Mei glanced at Li Zhi, who nodded slightly.

  Yang Yi ordered to go on, and the spirits of the musicians and musicians suddenly lifted.

  Li Zhi laughed and said, "What poem is this? It actually made them so happy."

  Wu Mei temporarily put aside the previous matter, and said with a smile: "The concubine said that she wanted to be lingering. The poems written by Ping An and heroic are very good. I don't know how this time will be."

  Wei Wushuang thought to himself, didn't that little thief compose a song called "Red Bean Born in the South?" When he was praised as the best at the time, why did Zhaoyi say that he could not compose lingering poems?

Jiang Han saw the previous confrontation, and said in a low voice: "Zhaoyi was humiliated by Changsun Run earlier, the better Uncle Wu Yang's poems are, the more embarrassing Changsun Run will be. He is so bold that he really treats His Majesty as a fool." Zuo is his own cousin, which shows Changsun Wuji's attitude when talking about His Majesty at home. This is asking for trouble."

  Wei Wushuang nodded, "Incompetent, jealous, domineering and disdainful, he dared to ignore the question in front of His Majesty. Uncle Wu Yang once said that there is rain in the sky, and troubles with madness. I think the eldest grandson's madness has no limit."

  Jiang Han nodded.

  They didn't know Changsun Wuji's madness, the emperor brought his concubines to the door to beg, and immediately granted Changsun Wuji's sons high-ranking officials and rich salary, but Changsun Wuji talked about him...

   Music starts.

  The musician sang slowly: "The stars last night, the wind last night, the west side of the painting building and the east side of Guitang."

  The corners of Wu Mei's mouth curled up slightly.

  Brother really did a great job!

  This beginning is wonderful and memorable.

   Wei Wushuang's appreciation ability is a bit weaker, so he looked nervously at the emperor and empress and others.

  The emperor smiled, but couldn't see anything.

  The empress was sullen, but Concubine Xiao Shu was unexpectedly involved.

  Wu Zhaoyi looked at Wei Xi.

   That means it's good.

  The musician's voice raised a bit, and Yang Yi beside him shook his head intoxicated.

   Did this poem make him so intoxicated?

   Wei Wushuang was curious.

   "The body has no colorful phoenix and wings, but the heart has a tacit understanding."

  I am two places away from you, I wish I could fly to you with the wings of a colorful phoenix. My heart and yours are like the rhinoceros horn, we are closely connected, there is no separation, and we are integrated into one.

ah!

   Wei Wushuang's face turned red instantly.

  Jiang Han couldn't help sighing slightly, "Good poetry!"

  There was more melancholy in her eyes, wondering if she remembered the years outside the palace.

  The poetry is simple and straightforward, but the lovesickness is burning.

  The palace servants and servants wished they could clap their hands and applaud. They could only feel the heat accumulating in their chests, and they almost wanted to burst out.

   Brother actually wrote such a famous sentence!

  Wu Mei's eyes were brilliant, and she glanced at Changsun Run.

   So it turns out that you suppressed brother's poem because of envy, jealousy and hatred?

  Little man!

   Bitch!

  Wu Mei's gaze was like a knife, slashing across Changsun Run's body.

  Chang Sun Run turned his face away, feeling extremely aggrieved.

  But... the emperor hasn't made a statement yet, so it's okay.

   "Send the hook spring wine warm in the next seat, and shoot the wax-covered lamp red."

   "I listened to the drums and responded to the officials, and went to the north to turn around."

  After leaving you, nothing can cheer me up. I am in and out of Baiqi, and my mind is not on business, dancing around.

  North Gate: During the reign of the first emperor, there were two hundred riders at the North Gate, and the North Gate became another name for Baiqi for a while.

  Li Zhi picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

   This is a hearty glass of wine.

  Empress Wang glanced at Changsun Run, thinking that if Jia Pingan was to be suppressed, then Yang Yi would not be able to ask Jia Pingan for poems earlier. Now that the poems and songs are in hand, it can be seen that Changsun Run realized that Jia Ping'an's poems were brilliant after he arranged them, so he suppressed them.

   Stupid!

   Queen Wang shook her head.

  Elder Sun Run happened to see her shaking her head, and couldn't help being a little ashamed.

  But the little thief’s poems are so good, why no one applauds them?

   Wei Wushuang felt it was unfair.

   Today is the time when the emperor and the palace people are having fun together. Even if you shout a good poem, the emperor will only nod with a smile.

   She looked around and realized she was wrong.

  The people here are all female officials or prestigious servants. These people are old fritters. They have long seen the problems between Changsun Run, the emperor, and Wu Mei, so they closed their eyes and enjoyed it without making a sound.

  The grievances between big people, the small body is farther away, and it becomes a lie.

   Wei Wushuang was upset, "What a poem!"

   "Colorful!"

   Some people couldn't hold back any longer and applauded loudly.

   "Colorful!"

   There were more people outside, and they all cheered.

  Someone said outside: "Why didn't you sing such a good poem before?"

  Eldest Sun Run stared blankly at the void.

  Li Zhi knew that he felt aggrieved at the moment, so he asked, "Whose poem is the following?"

   "Your Majesty, it still belongs to Uncle Wuyang."

Um?

   There is more than one song?

  Li Zhi couldn't help but look at Changsun Run, feeling a little sympathetic.

   Someone outside was muttering, "It is said that Uncle Wuyang offended the man in Taichang Temple, so his poems were suppressed."

  The music starts again.

"once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking."

  Boom!

  The atmosphere immediately exploded!

  If the previous poem is the pinnacle of expressing lovesickness, then these two sentences can be regarded as a passionate confession.

  After seeing you, other women can no longer enter my eyes.

   Li Zhi couldn't help looking at Wu Mei, and Wu Mei turned her head to look at him, and a kind of warmth crossed the distance in an instant, resonating in the hearts of the two.

   "This Uncle Wuyang!" Jiang Han rubbed his eyes.

   This is the poem that the little thief will write. Is he expressing his love to me?

   Wei Wushuang's complexion turned red unexpectedly, and his face was hot.

  She remembered the things that Jia Pingan used to tease her, such as coaxing her, saying that there was something on her shoulder, or something on her temple...

  At this moment, those teasings turned into friendship, and they were frozen in her mind, becoming the best memory in this life.

  Jiang Han whispered: "You and Su Ho are very lucky."

  This kind of man who is willing to spend his time writing poems for them will treat them no badly.

   Wei Wushuang hummed.

   "Taking Hua Cong lazy to look back, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be king."

   I passed by the flowers but I was too lazy to take a look, half because of my practice, half because of you...

   Li Zhi and Wu Mei didn't hide anymore, they just looked at each other like this.

  Wu Mei is suffering in the Ganye Temple, isn’t this a portrayal of this poem?

   Jia Pingan used Taoism instead of Buddhism, which is to cover up for his elder sister.

  But the love is ready to emerge, and Wu Mei can't help but tears in her eyes.

   Li Zhi sighed.

  Yang Yi's face was flushed, the excitement of leading an excellent work made him walk a little lightly, "Your Majesty, the following is gone."

  Li Zhi was in love with his concubine, and said casually after hearing the words: "So, let's break up."

   "Your Majesty."

The scumbag and Wu Mei were flirting with each other, and the place happened right under the eyes of Queen Wang. She was envious, jealous and hated, and subconsciously didn't want the emperor to be happy with that bitch, "Those palace people are still waiting to hear it!" Thinking about how hard it was for them to follow this time, there were few such songs and dances in the palace in previous years, or..."

   Li Zhi thought so, then nodded, "So, let's sing a few more songs."

   "Red Bean Raw South Country..."

   Exploded!

  Chang Sun Run felt that his mentality was going to explode.

  Several songs were sung, and they were all Jia Pingan's poems.

   It's over, everyone is thinking about it.

  Zhou Shanxiang hurried over to help Wu Mei up, while Shao Peng stared at others, not allowing anyone to bump into the pregnant Wu Mei.

  Wu Mei got up, glanced at Changsun Run, and said lightly: "After all, it is safe and excellent."

  Your grandson Run said that he came from a farmer in Ping An, but do you have his talent?

  You are just a dandy who got into the officialdom by relying on family background, and you are also worthy of suppressing my younger brother?

  At this moment, Wu Mei's eyes were full of majesty.

   And the ladies and servants also agreed with this statement.

   "Uncle Wu Yang's poems are amazing."

   "Originally, he used up his lovesickness with a poem "Red Beans Born in the South". Who knew that today's two poems are even more touching."

   "..."

   Wei Wushuang and Jiang Han walked out, looking at the sunset, they suddenly wanted to see what the little thief was doing.

  Wu Mei returned to her place, first went to see Li Hong, and then walked out for a walk.

   "Zhaoyi, those two poems are really good."

  Zhou Shanxiang couldn’t say how good it was, but he just thought it was good.

   "Of course."

  Wu Mei smiled and said: "I just wanted him to show off, but I didn't expect him to use two poems to embarrass Changsun Run. Especially the second poem is tailor-made for me."

  She groaned slowly, "Once the sea was too difficult for water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king."

  What she thought of was the first acquaintance with Li Zhi.

   "Zhaoyi, if Changsun Run goes back and complains, Mr. Changsun might make things difficult for you."

   "Could bowing his head possibly make him change his mind?"

  Zhou Shanxiang shook his head, "They say the eldest grandson..."

   "He looks down on my origin, I am not from a powerful family, so my thoughts and thoughts are naturally different from theirs."

  Of course Wu Mei knew the reason why Changsun Wuji disliked her.

"actually…"

  Shaopeng said, "Zhaoyi, it's not impossible, for example, the marriage with Uncle Wuyang..."

   "Let Ping An marry the daughter of a powerful family?" Wu Mei smiled and said, "I thought about it. If Ping An married the daughter of a powerful family, then I would naturally get close to those people. But...".

  Her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "But I'm Wu Mei!"

   On the second day, Jia Pingan went to the palace to see the woman's reply.

   "Uncle Wuyang!"

  A servant suddenly called out.

   Jia Pingan smiled slightly.

   After entering the harem, a court lady stared at him boldly.

   "You don't know how happy those people were when your two poems came out yesterday."

  Wu Mei gave him a glance at the woman's reply, and then put it back.

   This thing is equivalent to a marriage certificate.

   Now Wei Wushuang is considered his woman, just waiting to marry.

  Brother has a wife!

   Jia Ping'an's steps when leaving the palace were extraordinarily light.

   "Wu Shuang?"

  Wei Wushuang stood in front of him.

   Jia Pingan walked over.

   "I just read the book."

  Jia Pingan couldn't help laughing and said, "When will you leave the palace?"

   Wei Wushuang shook his head.

   She is already my woman, why are you so reserved?

  If it wasn't for someone here, Jia Ping'an would definitely grab her little hand.

   "I have to wait to go back to Chang'an City."

   Wei Wushuang frowned, "Don't touch me before getting married, otherwise I..."

   Jia Pingan quickly grabbed her little hand, and then let go.

  I touched it!

  I'll touch it again!

  I touch...

  Boom!

  Jia Pingan received a punch in the chest, but it was powerless.

   Jia Pingan said seriously: "How do you like to decorate the bedroom at home? You can write it down later, and I will send someone back to Chang'an for the family to decorate."

  Does he respect me so much?

   Wei Wushuang felt warm in his heart, "I... just like that."

  I know about your straight steel nature, but I have to ask!

   "That's right." Wei Wushuang changed the subject, "Singing and dancing yesterday, Changsun Run suppressed your poem..."

  He will be angry, and then ridiculed, right?

   Depress my poem? Isn't this what it should be?

  Yang Yi is not bad. After being suppressed, he sent someone to inform him quietly and expressed his apology.

  Since they are all opponents, isn't it natural to use one's power to slap each other's face?

  Jia Pingan said calmly: "It's expected."

  He is not angry?

   Now that the marriage has been completed, Wei Wushuang also wanted to understand her husband's heart, so she asked, "Aren't you angry?"

"Why am I angry?" Jia Pingan said with a smile: "Life will always encounter many things in this world. If anger can solve the problem, then that's all. But besides making the other party elated, anger will only make your body Damaged. So, why am I angry?"

   He added: "Besides, he can suppress my poems, but can he suppress my talent?"

  My talent is like a big river, flowing endlessly. Changsun Run is just a clown.

  He really is magnificent!

  A handsome boy is not bad!

   This is what the family said back then.

   "Last night, Changsun Run secretly contradicted His Majesty. He was quite domineering and even humiliated Zhaoyi."

  Auntie didn’t say anything about it before, so she was worried that I would be furious, and then she went to trouble Changsun Run!

  Jia Pingan narrowed his eyes slightly, but his eyes suddenly became cold and harsh, "When the sky is yellow and rainy, there is trouble with madness. Wushuang, when people are proud, don't forget your form, for forgetting your form is bound to be a disaster. You just watch coldly and see what happens to those people!"

  Wei Wushuang nodded, "OK."

  Jia Ping'an suddenly laughed, "Why is this so like a husband and wife singing along?"

  This little thief!

   Wei Wushuang bit his red lip, really wanted to kick him!

   "By the way, sister said, this matter has been passed with His Majesty, and you don't need to cover it up."

   Wei Wushuang was slightly happy, "I see, you go back."

  Shouldn't it be me who said you and go back?

  Who is the husband?

   On the second day, Jia Pingan came to Taichang Temple and kindly asked the musicians and musicians what they thought of the two poems.

  The response was very enthusiastic, and everyone hoped that Master Jia could write more such famous novels and spread them all over the world.

  The moment Jia Pingan walked out of the gate of Taichang Temple, he saw Changsun Run standing with his back.

   "Are you sure you want to be an enemy of the eldest grandson's family?"

   Jia Pingan smiled, "Can you represent the grandson's family?"

  You little brat, do you really think you are an onion?

  Changsun Run took a deep breath, and then went to look for Changsun Wuji.

   "Aye, Najia is humiliating the child in peace."

  Changsun Wuji looked up, "Say!"

  Chang Sun Run told what happened this time, from the dispute he encountered at the beginning to the time he suppressed those two poems...

  Changsun Wuji put down the brush, rubbed his eyes, and asked calmly, "You let the pheasant slave lose face in public?"

  Chang Sun Run subconsciously said: "When he comes home later, I'll just apologize in private."

  A volume of books flew over and slapped Changsun Run on the face heavily.

   "Dare to dare!"

Changsun Wuji got up and came over, slapped him on the face, and cursed: "My father can treat him like this, that's because my father is the late emperor's servant, and even his elder. You... count His what?"

  Chang Sun Run fell to his knees with a plop, "Aye..."

  Changsun Wuji slapped him hard, causing Changsun Run's face to swell.

   "Go, stand outside the palace gate for an hour!"

  …

   Monday, ask for tickets.

  (end of this chapter)