Yang Yuanliang found a poem in his heart that could suppress people. If he can't help it, he loses his manners. He immediately said: "The owner of the ancient attic is very fond of my heart. Today, I'm competing with them, and I'm going to play with you and the cinema!"

These three people are all watching Yang Yuanliang deceive himself. If something goes wrong with Gu Qi's pain, many people write poems, of course, they can't show their three greatnesses yet. It's not the three of them who come to you and say, "Thank you, owner of the ancient attic, but we have a big bet on the poetry of this game." If someone loses, we should learn how to sneak around!"

The emperor on one side was a movie theater, so they said to Gu Qiyuan: "You just have to give them a competition." I want to hear these proud people learn to slip out!"

In the absence of anyone else, Gu Qiyuan had no choice but to be honest with Emperor Adi. Yang Yuanliang is not a poet in the attic, but a person who was introduced due to a matter of etiquette, which does not represent the level of the attic.

Wang Qiuping now has the heart to die, but Yang Yuanliang is her husband. Now Yang Yuanliang is not fighting with others, but a literati poem. He couldn't find any excuse to stop it. He could only hope that Yang Yuanliang would not be so shameful.

When the eldest princess read these poems for the first time, she was full of curiosity about Yang Yuanliang and the three talented people. He wondered if the beautiful poem in the attic was played by a maiden.

As soon as Yang Yuanliang saw the silence around him, he asked the three talented people: "Can I start? My poem is called Yongwa!"

Hearing the names of these poems called Yongwa, many of these talented people laughed, because this name is too ordinary, Yongchunquan, Yongle, Yongquan, etc. are countless names, and the heart is seen through, Yang Yuanliang can't write good poems.

But Princess Zhang listened fluently, because he didn't know how long his talent was, and his name was high, he didn't know, so he waited for a long time.

Yang Yuanliang's mouth naturally had a bamboo, so he read the first sentence: "Sitting alone in a pond is like a tiger's den." He deliberately stopped and looked at the field pheasants in the pond. Everyone looked at them calmly.

The Emperor whispered to his sister, "You knew about it a few days ago. In the Han Dynasty, Liu Sheng wrote "Wenfu". Crushed pieces appeared in magazines and read articles. Or, like the dragon and the tiger, you want to collect phoenix soaring this way. ”

Gu Qiyuan said on the side: "Prince Chang'an is very stubborn, he really came from here, I think this sentence is very good!" Wang Qiuping heard this sentence and pressed it in her heart, "This bastard is cheering up today, if you don't drop the standard, you won't be too rude!"

Listening to the words of these three talents, their hearts were pounding. Some people reproached in their hearts and said, "It must be a copyist." This group of people can write such poems. This time they were fooled. It's better to change the question later. ”

Yang Yuanliang looked at all kinds of people, smiled slightly, and nagged the second sentence: "Raise your mind under the green shade." Hearing this, many people had nothing to do in their hearts, only one child and a few responsible people knew that Yang Yuanliang was talking about himself.

Because he had been sitting under the tree almost all morning, many of them had a slight change in their views of Yang Yuanliang. From the very beginning, they looked at him, smiled and listened carefully to his poems.

Yang Yuanliang saw that everyone was listening.

Yang Yuanliang said expressionlessly: "Is it right that you don't work?" The genius didn't come out, and he retracted again. Yang Yuanliang took a deep breath and said calmly: "Before letting my wife play, I don't accept the right person. The next couplet is that I'm worried that people are worried that I'm too cheap. Today we eat, stop playing. ”

"Good!"

"Great!"

"I am the first handsome person in Yangzhou!"

Yang Yuanliang hugged Wang Qiuping and came to the second floor to eat. The emperor did not go up to the fifth floor to eat with them. Three talented people walk at the end of the crowd. Reaching the second floor, three talented men dragged their tails away.

Emperor Adi sat on the fifth floor, ate and drank, and praised him: "It's a pleasure to meet your brother here." I read a lot of poetry in the attic. This is the best place for you. What's the name of that genius? I really like this couple. ”

Although the emperor only slept once, he was very energetic in his work. His question had a purpose. He was also afraid of Gu Qi's pain to tease him, and wrote a few poems to show him. At the time of the Sino-Arab Poetry Club, without his three brothers, two brothers and foreign talents, the people he was looking for would still be in trouble.

"Can't Yang Yuanliang of the West Lake Poetry Society go?" Huang Adi suddenly asked after eating half a meal. Gu Qi put down his chopsticks in pain, patted his mouth and said, "He hasn't been here for a year." You can rest assured that your poems are exactly what their husbands and wives help to eat. ”

When Yang Yuanliang was eating, he hurt his forehead, and he didn't drink, so he naturally didn't eat with them. But when he finished eating, Gu Qiyuan was sent a delicate jade robe. Yang Yuanliang is a frequent visitor to the Poetry Pavilion.

Yang Yuanliang chose to go home after dinner. He felt that plagiarism was a bit excessive. In the carriage, Wang Qiuping said to Yang Yuanliang: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. Since you and I are all right, let's go to Buzhuang to make a new dress. Now we're going to take a good look at the clothes we wore at the banquet. We will see all the clothes at the Mid-Autumn Festival West Lake Poetry Festival. ”

On the way, Wang Qiuping was interrogated many times. Yang Yuanliang was fooled by the past. Later, he came to a good city called Jin Xiufang. There are a lot of guests here. Yang Yuanliang knew Wang Qiuping very well, measured the amount for the boss, and picked a good piece of silk.

At this time, Yang Yuanliang's strange heart was hooked again. Although Lim Ho City is very popular, Yang Yuanliang's shop is the first time to visit.

Feel cheap quickly with your hands, then look at the good cotton, touch the most precious silk with your hands, and conclude that in your heart, the ancient textile technology, however, a few hundred pieces of clothing in later generations, few in style, expensive to die, or their own clothes will exceed 50 taels of silver.

Women are more troublesome than men, Wang Qiuping is to choose or choose, before deciding on the material, Wu Lanxiang is similar, copying dozens of incomparable cloths, is the final decision on what to do.

Yang Yuanliang looked at the two women's clothes, plus more than 20 silver coins, came together and asked, "Why doesn't this lady choose to be more expensive?" Wu Lanxiang said sadly: "We don't have much money. The money to buy new clothes is still grandpa's!"

Yang Yuanliang did not speak. He seemed to have a bit of a liking for these two women. At first, he embezzled research funds to give him some of the Radiance, and he himself was hurt by the Radiation.

Just when Yang Yuanliang passed, "Sister Qiuping's pair!" The young woman smiled and greeted Wang Qiuping, who was measuring her body, and said, "It's Fang Shu!

"Really, we're going to buy two new clothes in the near future. The whole town of Kim so Pong is the best. It would be rude to go home in other clothes. I don't know what kind of material my sister chooses and what style of clothes she will make!"

Women chatted and talked about content, Yang Yuanliang was too lazy, too lazy to listen, too lazy to interrupt, Wang Qiuping said that he still made a choice of style and material, and there was infinite goodwill in his eyes.

The woman said, "Ordinary silk cannot be called by the poets of her sister." People in our family can wear this silk. Now go to the store!" the woman called the store.