Before leaving Chang'an, Mrs. Cui planned to go to Yan's house in Changshoufang, so she called her two sons over. Search xs520.

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 Do you know what Sanniang is busy with recently?"

 “The child doesn’t know.“

"This silly kid has sorted out the literary works of Jinshi over the years to help her brother become a Jinshi. But you uncles and aunts don't want to think about it. What if Xue Bai becomes the son-in-law of another family after winning the Jinshi? Think of the shameless people in the spring list.

I am shamelessly robbing them of the fruits of their hard work, but I am far away in Hebei. I am so angry."

“Auntie, don’t say that!”

 “Is there any accurate way for you, the chronic son of a family, to tell you to judge someone else’s character?”

Yan Quanming was shocked when he heard this, but Yan Jiming said firmly: "I understand Xue Lang. He is actually a self-respecting person and can be a good match."

"I'm afraid Twelve Lang regards him as a close friend." Yan Quanming said: "Xue Lang is surrounded by makeup...

"Shut up and look forward and backward. What can you do?" Ms. Cui interrupted her eldest son's ramblings with a wave of her handkerchief, "I don't have much time. I have to make a decision for my mother!"

"yes."

The Yan family brothers both saluted. Cui made up her mind and led the two handsome sons out of the hall, quite like the head of the family.

When they arrived at Yanzhai in Changshoufang, Mrs. Cui immediately pulled Wei Yun over for a long chat. At the end, she said, "You and I have a good eye for choosing a husband. How can we be bad at picking a son-in-law? We are so fancy."

Be decisive."

"On the contrary, I am afraid that if it is too good, it will be a loss." Wei Yun whispered, "The child has become famous, and saints and right ministers are paying attention. How can the Yan family dare to fight for it?"

"What's wrong with the Yan family? A Confucian family with a reputation for generations, far longer than the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes. Daughters from your family and I are willing to marry in. How can a daughter from the Yan family be inferior to a princess? Just in terms of education.

It’s the difference between cloud and mud.”

"Having said that, talking about marriage before the bet is completed is too disrespectful to the saint." Wei Yun whispered: "Sister-in-law also knows that Xue Bai is rehearsing the opera now.

Although Mrs. Cui looked down on the royal daughter, she would not dare to disobey the saint. The saint enthusiastically made a bet and promised to marry him if he won. It was not appropriate for her to ruin the bet first.

Only a silly maid like Qing Lan is willing to sacrifice her life to protect her husband, but a famous family has to worry about the influence in all aspects.

 “It’s really annoying.“

Seeing that Mrs. Cui could not decide on the marriage of her adopted daughter before leaving, she could only give repeated instructions.

This bet must be won. When he gets a high official position and then marries Sanniang, it will be complete. Your son, Thirteen, probably won't pay attention to this matter. You will keep an eye on it personally. If you miss Sanniang's life, , even though she is thousands of miles away, I still have to come and pick her up. From now on, she will just be my daughter, and you can’t even think about raising her anymore."

“But although Xue Bai is good, he may not be without updates.

"Stupid." Mrs. Cui lectured: "If you only look at talent, appearance and character, there are other candidates. But why do you think I pay attention to him? Fortunately, you are still a mother. After all, you have never raised a daughter."

  101e

 Two days later, the main residence of the Yan family in Dunhuafang.

Xue Bai and Du Wulang hid in the house with the Yan family brothers last night and drank a little wine. They became hungover and the Yan family brothers were about to leave Chang'an.

"How about staying here, Twelve Masters?" Xue Bai asked again, "With your talent, if you take part in the imperial examination, you will be admitted to high school in two years, and your official career will be smoother."

 “But I have a door.”

“A man should be able to support himself, why should he rely on the protection of his fathers. Quan??Ben????520.????”

“My grandpa is camping in Hebei Province and needs my help.” Yan Jiming checked his luggage and remained unmoved.

Du Wulang came over and took a look. He was very surprised and asked, "How come you have so many colored papers?"

 “A gift from some young lady.”

“Yan Twelve Lang can also lie.” Du Wulang didn’t believe it, “How could a reserved little lady write such a thing.”

Yan Jiming glanced at Xue Bai, scratched his head, and packed his luggage.

 “Let’s go.”

 Several young people joined the team and walked east from Dunhuafang to Chang'an City. Along the way, Xue Bai and Yan Liming walked side by side, talking quietly and explaining things.

"Xue Lang, you don't need to worry about me. It's you who are in the whirlpool of the court. Everything will not go well every time. If Chun is in high school, he should try to escape, work hard in the local area, raise his hopes, and grow strong. Return to Chang'an."

  Twelve Lang, this is the word of ten gold."

“Words from a thousand pieces of gold?” Yan Jiming also met Yang Zhao twice and couldn’t help but said: “The atmosphere in Beijing is really too exaggerated.”

 “It’s a prosperous age after all.”

 “Stop talking about this, come over here, I have something private to tell you...

 Behind them were the Yan family members riding in a horse-drawn carriage.

Yan Yan also came to see her off today. She opened the curtain and looked around. She saw Xue Bai leaning over on horseback and listening to Yan Jiming whispering. She felt that this action was a bit dangerous. The man was really ignorant.

 The next moment, Xue Bai turned around and glanced at her.

"Um?"

Yan Yan immediately glared at him and signaled him to ride well.

The little man's glance was clearly not impressive, but Xue Bai was so stared at that he turned back and rode on his horse silently. Yan Yan was proud and waved her fist.

Wei Yun saw this scene in her eyes and recalled in her mind that Cui's words were finally sent to Baqiao.

At the roadside wine shop, there were orchids selling wine and singers singing songs by Li Bai.

 "Send you to the Baling Pavilion. The Ba Ling Pavilion has a vast water flow. There are ancient trees without flowers above, and there are sad spring grasses below...

Du Wulang got off his horse, broke off a few willow branches, and gave them to the Yan brothers together with Xue Bai.

Yan Jiming was quite cheerful and laughed loudly and said: "If you are reluctant to part with it, Xue Lang can give me a poem.

 Since there are not many poems, it is better to have a good gathering next time."

"Look." Du Wulang said: "He only writes poems for advancement."

Yan Jiming said: "But I don't know when we will see each other again."

Xue Bai, however, was very determined and did not even feel sad about saying goodbye. He said, "We will definitely see you again."

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 The winter wind blows the willow trees in Baling, they have seen too many farewells,

 The horses and carriages returning to the north left. After the commotion, the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers returned to calm. The snow covered the footprints on the ground bit by bit, and someone drove the horses slowly from the east.

This man is in his forties, tall and sturdy, dressed in simple clothes, with a serious face, but a look of sadness between his brows.

Walking alone through the official road and entering Chang'an City from Chunming Gate, he saw a prosperous scene in front of him. He was short of money and did not turn around to look at the orchids. The smell of wine and food entered his nose, so he took out an orchid from his luggage.

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Walking all the way to Chongyefang, he asked for directions and groped his way to a small courtyard. He knocked on the door, but the person who opened the door was an unknown person.

“May I ask, does Mr. Dong Tinglan live here?”

"He is not here. We just built this house a month ago. I don't know who to look for."

That...

The courtyard door has been closed again, and the middle-aged man, who is dusty with work, was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes and sighed slightly at the streets of Chang'an,

He took out the copper coins in his sleeves and counted them, then led his horse towards Chongrenfang.

When he passed by a restaurant at the intersection, there was a faint sound of music. His ears twitched, and he quickly tied his horse and looked into the restaurant. He saw an old man in his fifties playing music. He couldn't help but smile, because this old man

It was his good friend Dong Tinglan.

 At the end of the song, Dong Tinglan walked off the stage amidst the cheers and walked straight towards the middle-aged man.

“Hahaha, I’m thirty-five years old. I haven’t seen you for many years. I was planning to go to the middle of the Song Dynasty, but you came to Chang’an!”

 “Mr. Dong’s musical skills have become even better.“

In the restaurant, a young man in colorful clothes heard the conversation between the two and stepped forward to salute and asked: "Gao Sanshiwu, who is good with Mr. Dong? May I ask, is it Gao Shiwulang who wrote "Yan Ge Xing"?"

In person?"

“Exactly, Bohai Gao Shi, I have met my brother.”

 “Li Jiayou, the Li family of Zhaojun, is on the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month in his family. He likes poetry and music the most, hahaha.”

Li Jiayou was twenty-six or seven years old. He had an enthusiastic personality and looked like a playboy. He asked Dong Tinglan to play Hu again and sing a song with Gao Shi.

But he said that he liked "Yan Ge Xing", but he did not sing it. Instead, he wanted to sing his own beautiful poems.

“A fifteen-year-old girl is not as good as a servant girl. A brief glimpse of her eyebrows can cost her more than a thousand pieces of gold.”

Gao Shi was so embarrassed that he reluctantly and Dong Tinglan had a drink with Li Jiayou. It was night, but he stayed in the guest house of the Li family. It turned out that Dong Tinglan had recently been a guest of the Li family.

"I made you laugh." After returning to the house, Dong Tinglan packed up the musical instruments, "Li Shiyilang is a little informal, don't mind. I am too poor and I don't have enough entertainment."

Gao Shi was only happy to meet him again and said: "When I met Mr. Dong today, I suddenly felt something special and sent him a poem as a gift."

 “Okay, I’m all ears.”

Gao Shi thought about it for a moment and started chanting.
To be continued...