February 15th.

In early spring, Yanglou Street was crowded. The Minglou Club, which was held by merchants in the capital, the Yanglou Club sponsored by the princes and nobles, and the Pipa Club led by the imperial court, were at its most lively time.

Li Shishi, known as the No. 1 courtesan of Kyoto, and all the top cards of each family were present, and many talented girls also came. The three families competed with each other. In just half a day, many excellent works were born, and all the poems were included. They composed music and sang them by each family's top cards. Some were even sent to the palace and entered the emperor's imperial study.

There were no fewer foreign tourists at this grand event. The tall Yuchi Hu was still wearing a robe that was not suitable for his scholars. He finally came out to be arrogant once and took more than a dozen servants and walked on the street with his waist on his back, attracting passers-by to avoid them. Mr. Liu, who had been hiding at home for several days but did not dare to go out, saw that the wind had passed, so he came out with a bird cage to walk out to the street to breathe.

Master Liu Si often wanders around Yanglou Street. He is considered a local snake in this area, and he doesn’t have to pay for eating tofu.

He took breakfast according to his past habits, but found that the original Douhua shop was demolishing the signboard and renovating it. He suddenly became a little angry: "Hey, hey, hey, I don't know if I come to say hello in advance. Are there any rules?"

At least Mr. Liu was a bit senior in the road. He was about to go into the shop to talk about life with the shopkeeper, but someone dragged him into the alley next to him. After seeing the person clearly, the bird cage in Mr. Liu's hand fell to the ground, and the tall and big man knelt down:

"The big official, I've been in my eighth lifetime and I've met you again."

After being repeatedly approached by Kyoto Taisui, Liu Laosi was trembling and scared to the point of peeing his pants.

Cao Hua was still dressed as a scholar and leaned against the wall casually: "I have built a small shop here, and I just happened to say hello to you."

Mr. Liu Si looked bitterly: "Master, I understand what you said. I will invite someone to help you, and I will make you magnificent and slim."

"No need." He waved his hand, worried that no one would run errands. Seeing that Liu Laosi was good at doing things, he said, "Look at your cleverness, you will follow me in the future. It's not right. You will follow Xue Laojiu together."

"Oh hey!"

Mr. Liu was frightened and frightened. A gangster from the bottom of the country, who was close to the Tai Sui of Kyoto, was no different from the top scholar in the imperial examination, and perhaps more noble. What is the top scholar? The name of Eunuch Xue was reported in Bianjing, and no one in the court would give face to the civil and military officials.

"I dare to climb high and send someone to say hello to the place where I want to work with the younger ones, which will definitely satisfy the adults."

Cao Hua hooked his finger: "It's not convenient for outsiders to know."

"oh?!"

Liu Laosi's eyes lit up, he regarded him as a confidant.

Thinking of Cao Hua's name of "Wife Cao", Master Liu Si turned his mind and asked tentatively: "Young Master is interested in that wife? Although this is difficult, with Dian Kui Si's support, no matter who she is, she will put sacks for you to send to the house..."

"Pooh!"

Cao Hua raised his hand and slid his forehead for a moment, suffocating Master Liu Sikong again.

Cao Hua didn't let him get up this time, and said coldly: "Two things, one is to find two smart guys to open this jewelry shop. Don't report my name, otherwise you will go to the clean room to report."

"I understand the rules, young master, please be calm." Master Liu smiled. Whoever has no property in Beijing has to leave it to them, so they are all errands.

Cao Hua nodded, looked around, and saw that there was no one around, and whispered: "Help me do something..."

Master Liu listened carefully and nodded repeatedly...

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Half an hour later.

Yonglu Street Diankuisi Office.

The dungeon behind the document library is known as the Hall of Hell. It is basically impossible to go out alive after entering this downward door, and even the Black Feather Guards don’t come here easily.

Time came back to the beginning. Cao Hua, wearing a brocade clothes, walked slowly through the cages with a food box, and asked Chen Qingqiu to write a poem. At the same time, Hei Yuwei took Liu Laosi to the torture room to wander around for a long memory.

Liu Laosi, who had been walking in the Gate of Hell, returned to Yanglou Street, his legs were still trembling, with a smell of urine.

Now I finally understand where Dian Kuisi is. He only has half his life to go back to burn incense when he enters. It is likely that he will be put into a sack and thrown into the mass grave port outside the city. Whether the body can be collected depends on the sky.

Liu Laosi was still trembling now, holding a roll of paper in his hand and was more careful than his ancestors. He used to want to be the "Ye Emperor" in Tokyo, but now his mind is full of desire to be a good person with Cao Gong.

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In the palace.

Thousands of palace lanterns were hung one by one, and palace maids and eunuchs were flowing endlessly.

In the harem garden, Emperor Zhao Jie sat on the couch, beside him was Concubine Wan who was loved by thousands of people.

Xue Jiuquan was humble and quietly held a stack of paper, which was a poem sent from the city.

Zhao Jie was good at writing and writing poetry and lyrics, and many idle jobs in the court climbed up on this path. However, it was difficult for him to stand out from his peers to stand out from the imperial examination.

"It's all dross, nowadays scholars, alas!"

Zhao Jie, who was in his forties, looked very young, but his eyebrows were quite majestic. Looking at the oil poem on his hand, Zhao Jie slowly shook his head: "A turtle is two feet long, and the shell is larger than a mountain. One day, he turned over and his four legs faced the sky shell facing down. Who wrote this? He was sent to Lingnan."

Concubine Wan covered her mouth and giggled: "It is the beloved son of Duke Zheng. It is not easy to have such literary talent."

"Yuchi Hu?"

Zhao Jie was quite surprised, touched his chin and looked again, and nodded slowly: "The tiger father has no dog son, and the poem shows his boldness and voluntary meaning. I just misunderstood it."

Yuchi Ying, the eldest son of Duke Zheng, is now leading troops to guard Waqiao Pass. If he knew that his younger brother was sent to Lingnan, he would probably have a mutiny from the border army.

Perhaps he felt that the words changed too quickly, Zhao Jie opened the topic: "Jiu Nuer and Cao Hua are also good at writing and ink. Can there be any masterpieces in the Yanglou Street Poetry Festival this time?"

Xue Jiuquan bowed quickly: "Cao Hua is not good at this. He has been busy with official duties recently, but he can't get out of his way to Yanglou Street."

Zhao Jie nodded slowly: "Some days I haven't seen Cao Hua, so I'll let him accompany me out of the palace in a few days. After Princess Yong'an entered the capital, she arranged for them to meet in advance and asked him to show her more attentiveness. My niece... is not easy to serve."

"promise!"

Xue Jiuquan looked overjoyed.

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The pipa in Yanglou Street is round.

Su Mu, the Minister of Rites, sat in the first place, and several great scholars sat on the left and right. The scholars below came forward to greet each other one by one.

On the round platform in the middle of the pipa, there was a woman sitting in front of the piano platform looking at her figure. The scholars and scholars gathered in front of her constantly flattered her, and the woman just nodded with a smile.

Occasionally, there are also good sentences from other poems for everyone to appreciate. The paper is circulated above, and several great scholars looked at each one, nodding and shaking their heads.

Su Mu had a very high attainment in poetry. After reading it for a long time, the "Big Turtle Fu" by Yuchi Hu left the deepest impression on him.

There is no way, people who have seen this seven-character quatrain will never forget it in their entire lives.

I have written too many things and no masterpieces. Su Mu feels a little regretful: "Bang Yan, in terms of poetry, only you have achieved the highest achievements. Can you have masterpieces in the near future?"

Next to Su Mu was a scholar in his thirties. He was handsome and elegant, but his eyes were always on the woman playing the piano on the round table.

Hearing Su Mu's words, Zhou Bangyan turned his head and said in a humble tone: "Su Gong praised me, Mr. Yuchi's poem "Wong Chun and Beauty", is beyond the reach of the world. I am savoring it recently, but I have no intention of making lyrics."

Su Mu nodded and understood. Recently, there were two lines of poems in the capital that were rumored to the sky street, and the grass was soaked, but there was no such thing as the grass. Everyone knew that it was bought by Yuchi Hu from there. I wanted to continue the last two lines, but unfortunately, no matter how they continued, they were all the same. Su Mu was also in a dilemma for a long time. If Yuchi Hu was not the son of the Duke, he might have come to ask.

While chatting, a servant walked over with a wooden plate.

Su Mu sat upright and picked it up again and watched carefully.

A stack of ten pieces is mostly words, but it is not easy to appreciate carefully.

On the platform below.

After playing a song, the singer got up and left, and changed to others to perform. The eyes of the Yuchi Daren, who was in the crowd, lit up and ran to the high platform. Looking at the woman walking up, he said generously: "Miss Su, you have time to come here too. I recently wrote a new song "Wang Chun and Beauty"..."

The whine is constantly.

Su Xiangning nodded implicitly, but she was not easy to respond.

Shen Yu hurried over and said enthusiastically with a smile: "Young Master Yuchi, I am very impressed with your two poems. I specially carved them on a hairpin to send them to you. If you are a happy girl, please make sure she will add them to you with your own eyes."

"oh!"

Yuchi Hu's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed Shen Yu to observe the jewelry.

Su Xiangning breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the piano stage, and played the song she had played countless times.

"Miss Su, I didn't expect you to come too..."

"Sister Xiao Su, I haven't seen you for a few days, and Qin Yi has become more and more familiar. I don't know when my sister will catch up..."
Chapter completed!