Da Wei Hanlin, who had also volunteered to stand up before, had a stiff face, and invariably bowed his hand to Xin Yi, "Miss Xin is very talented, and she will definitely be able to live up to expectations", and she brushed back to the seat.

So, Xin Yi, who was still on the cusp of the storm, was alone in the field, with a sneering Zheng Siying.

Play songs. Zheng Siying directly moved out of the coquettish ancestor.

Even if Xin Yi could make it, Tubo and Nanzhao couldn't understand it, and at that time, like that ancient rhyme, shouting that the Central Plains didn't take them in his eyes, and deliberately made things difficult, Xin Yi's sin would be great.

The two countries are in dispute, the family and the country are big, and the lives of a civilian are lighter than ants. If it is light, it will lose its life, and if it is heavy, it will punish the nine clans, and ten lives of Xin Yi are not enough to die.

Even if the Three Principles and Five Constants are maintained, one's own life is real. The Great Wei Hanlin figured out the stakes and became shrunken turtles, but Xin Yi was in the limelight, and there was no retracted turtle shell.

"The emperor's grace! The title of this poem is too old and does not suit today's changing weather! I also ask the emperor to change the title!" Xin Yi immediately made a decision and asked Li He for help.

This is too obvious a dead end, and she won't be on the way.

"The emperor thinks twice!" Zheng Siying also knelt down and said to Li He as if puzzled, "Miss Fang Cai Xin and the Wang family have discussed it, and the envoy has a lot of praise. Now that this is a change of topic, that excuse, does Miss Fei Xin think that giving poems to southern Xinjiang is insulting your reputation?"

However, Li He's eyes flashed, and he smiled meaningfully: "Miss Si Ying is right. Since the two envoys have a lot of false praise for Xin Yi's talent, it is not difficult to write an old poem. Xin Yi, don't lose my name as a coquettish Wei. ”

"The Emperor Shengming!" the civil and military officials echoed like thunder, especially those Hanlin, who shouted extremely loudly, for fear that this errand of walking on the cliff would fall on their heads.

Xin Yi's heart was cold.

As soon as Li Hesheng's mouth opened, there was no turning back on the matter. Even if she doesn't understand Li He's reason for facing Zheng Siying, but this is full of civil and military kickball, and she is not official or noble, so she can only carry the black pot.

Li He looked at Xin Yi's gloomy face, a smile crossed his eyes, and he said loudly: "However, if you give a poem as a national gift, if you get Tubo and Nanzhao into your eyes, Xin Yi will be able to make a contribution to the country and should be rewarded." What do you think?"

The eyes of the ministers fell on Wang Jian, and Wang Jian turned to Zheng Siying, as if he didn't plan to stand up, Zheng Siying didn't care too much, as if he thought that Xin Yi chose his own dead end, and looked at Xin Yi's gaze like a dead man.

Compose poems well, Tubo and Nanzhao can't understand it, it's death.

It's not good to compose poetry, and if you insult the coquettish face of Da Wei, you still die.

"Your Majesty. If this national gift goes well, Miss Xin deserves a heavy reward. Zheng Siying responded casually, and the smug smile that almost foresaw the ending had bloomed at the corner of her lips in advance.

Li He laughed loudly, in a very good mood, and after a few glasses of wine with the envoy, he nodded and said, "This matter is settled." Ten days is limited, and poems are given as gifts. After the deed is done, I will be rewarded. ”

"The people obeyed. ”

Xin Yi bowed down and thanked him. The knee touched the velvet blanket, and the dull pain made her eyes glaze out.

Deadend.

And it's a dead end where she barely sees a way out.

The smoke and shade of the sheng flute are restarted, the laughter is like a cloud, it seems that the prosperous era is like a brocade, but no one sees the flowers, the calculation is ugly, and the scheming is lice.

The palace banquet of Huaqing Palace, the diplomatic relations between the three kingdoms are eternal, and it is naturally a good story. In particular, the name "Xinyi" spread like a hurricane throughout Kyushu.

The talent is extraordinary, and the women do not lose to the heroes. The emperor's royal mouth praise pushed the word "Xinyi" to the peak of the limelight of the Great Wei Dynasty.

And Xin Yi will write a poem to send to southern Xinjiang within ten days with the title of "Playing a Song", as a national gift, to spread the coquettish elegance of the Central Plains, and for a while, it has become the hottest topic after tea and dinner. Everyone is speculating about how Xin Yi will compose poems in the face of the ancestor of poetry, and what the emperor's reward will be.

In short, in the summer of Chang'an this year, if anyone doesn't discuss a few words of "Xinyi", they will not be able to keep up with the "fashion".

However, when these words came out of Dou An's mouth, he only got a burst of sneering: "You kid still want to be related to Miss Xin?

"Stinky girl, if you don't believe yourself, ask Xin Yi to go, ask her, if I am her cousin!" Dou An howled cross-necked, not showing weakness at all.

At this time, the sun is at dusk, the sunset hangs on the mountain, the Chang'an city is wrapped in a piece of golden red curtain, the cicadas that have been noisy for a day have not stopped, and the heat rises from the bluestone road in the city.

And Pingkangfang, the treasure land of Chang'an, is already the beginning of the lanterns, especially in the Huajian Building, where a string of girls rubbed their little faces red, standing at the door of the champa swaggering.

Dou An was pestled at the door of the Flower Building, and the old bustard and a group of small servants stopped him, and the two sides fought for red faces, attracting a large group of onlookers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, although my Huajian Building is not clean, it also has its own rules! This boy and brother only brought five taels of silver, and he wants to play with the girl! He doesn't pee, and he looks after his own virtue!" The old bustard scolded with his waist crossed, and his voice was as sharp as a duck, "I also pretend that I am Miss Xin's cousin, and I beg for credit! There are no such shameless relatives in Xin's mansion!"

Dou An's eyes widened, and he shouted: "This son's monthly money is all that is left this month! I also have a weak heart, and I am shy in my pocket! My cousin is now a big celebrity, so don't you look at her face, let me take credit first? I will make up for it next month?"

"I've never heard of going to the kiln and paying off on credit!" The old bustard spat, his face reddened, "If you don't have money, you don't have money, what a slippery head! If you have money to enter the door, you can't afford to get out, this is the rule! Come on, hit out!"

Suddenly, a group of small servants rushed up, sticks and sticks, no matter how Dou An howled, and directly drove him half a street away.

"Poor ghost, I don't have money and I want to climb someone's family, Miss Xin, shameless!" The little guys kicked a few times contemptuously, and then they walked away, and the onlookers also scattered as birds and beasts, and went to find their own joy.

There was only one Dou An left in the same place. Lying on the ground with a dirty face, no one paid attention.

Suddenly, a pair of embroidered shoes stopped in front of him, and a slender hand reached out and stopped in mid-air, as if trying to pull him up.

Dou An was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his head, but his pupils contracted instantly-

Dan lips are bright outside, Hao teeth are fresh inside, clouds are a vortex, jade is a shuttle, light shirts are thin and thin, light cheeks and double snails, the head is golden hairpin, and the waist is cuilang. The pearl is handed over to the jade body, and the wood is difficult among the corals.

This face, this beauty, and the fast but faint memories in the depths of the years, perfectly coincide.

Seeing that Dou An was stunned, the woman hesitated for a moment, then simply grabbed Dou An's wrist, pulled him up herself, and took out a brocade handkerchief to gently wipe the dust off his body for him.

From beginning to end, she was silent, didn't even look up, glanced at Dou An, just lowered her head, pursed her lips slightly, and carefully and patiently wiped off the dirty marks for him.

One moment, two moments, three quarters.

Dou An suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped the woman's Jinpa: "The grass people meet Princess Jingxian." ”

In normal words, it does not leak. The man's tone was very unsteady, and his voice was strangely hoarse.

The plain hand brocade froze, and the woman's voice also trembled: "...... Really want to ...... Call me that...... Brother Ann ......"

The last three words made Dou An's eyes sink. He took two steps back and looked away: "...... Princess...... Recognize the wrong person......"