Xue Bai took the wine glass, but refused to drink it, and said slowly: "There is no queen in the dynasty, and the person with the highest rank in the harem is the imperial concubine. If you depose the prince and only wait for the imperial concubine to give birth to a prince, isn't it the great wealth of the uncle of the country?"

Yang Zhao's eyes sparkled.

Xue Bai's words were something he had not dared to think about since he entered Chang'an, and it made people's minds go crazy.

"good!"

He couldn't help but say hello, raised his glass and said with a smile: "You and I feel like old friends when we see you!"

Xue Bai clinked a glass with him, took a sip, and his eyes became calmer.

After hearing about Wei Jian's case, he had a premonition that the prince might not be reliable, so he asked Du Jin about Yang Guozhong to see if he could use his power. However, he was new to the country and didn't understand the situation, so he decided to trust her as a person close to the prince. Of course, he himself

I haven't adapted to the rules of the Tang Dynasty's power field yet.

Next, he acted according to his own judgment, which turned out to be very simple.

Since Prince Li Heng wanted to bury him alive, he stepped on Li Heng and crawled out of the pit.

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The sound of the pipa is like the gurgling water.

It wasn't until the two men who were chatting happily in the seat stood up to leave that Wang Lianlian stopped twirling his fingers together, looked at the moonlight outside the window and sighed softly.

She sat alone for a while, and the fake mother came over and asked dissatisfiedly: "Why do you want to help that young man?"

"He gave me a poem, and I introduced him to someone, and it was just a matter of a little effort."

"But the poem is not easy to be sung, so what's the use?" The fake mother shook her head and said in disgust: "You are clueless, and I don't know who cut it from a long poem."

Wang Lianlian was silent for a long time, then sighed to himself: "But it's written into my heart."

"Eh? Have you told too many lies and really thought you were the daughter of the Wang family in Taiyuan? Without thinking about the practical things, you started talking about your heart and lungs. Let me tell you, it is better to save more money as soon as possible."

"Don't you make less money?" Wang Lianlian smiled proudly, pointed to the three empty carts originally carrying property in the yard, and chanted: "The young people in Wuling are fighting over their heads, and there are countless red tapestry songs.

.The silver grate on the diamond head shattered into pieces, and the blood-colored skirt was stained by wine."

When it came to money, the fake mother turned from anger to joy, clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Come to think of it, Yang Shenjun brought the red silk, and I really only heard you play one song? I have to go and order some more."

Shao'er packed up her things and came out. She saw the fake mother twisting her fat waist and turning around the corridor. She said with a smile: "Madam, I got a red gauze tonight, a good poem, and a spit pot. Are you so happy?"

"What's so happy about? I've aged another day."

Wang Lianlian shook his head mockingly and continued to recite poems.

"This year brings laughter to the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze pass easily. My brother left to join the army and my aunt died, and the evening passes and the morning comes."

"Huh?"

Shao'er was surprised and asked: "Why are there the last four sentences? Shao'er thought there were only the first four sentences."

"I asked him to continue reading." Wang Lianlian whispered: "This poem pities me. The world praises me and belittles me, but it pities me."

"Then, is Xue Xiaolangzi a great talent or a great liar?"

"Whether he's a genius or a liar, he can stir up troubles with those big shots, so he's definitely not an ordinary person. If he doesn't die this time, he will definitely accomplish great things... If he doesn't die this time, I just want to listen to his whole poem."

Wang Lianlian once said that he should no longer pay attention to these mundane things, lower his head, and play the pipa strings by himself.

On a snowy night, in the quiet courtyard, the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard again.

There are three or two sounds when the string is plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.

The geisha sitting alone played this song for herself. She opened and closed her lips slightly. It was silent at first, and then gradually the song began to appear. Unfortunately, there were only fragments.
Chapter completed!