It is said that Zhang Yue's piano fell into the hands of He Fugui and placed it in his shop, and another master identified the quality of this piano, which was sought after by many literati and elegant guests. He Fugui received a lot of fixed silver that could not be denied, and asked the original author to help concoct it. Zhang Yue only promised to make a pair a month, but he didn't do more. Since visiting other production experts, he knows that the material of the Daoqin is best made of a century-old coffin, and now the coke is opened, he Zhang Yue has often been accompanied by coffins before, and he is unique in the selection of materials.

On the other hand, he also mixed well in the wind and rain house, and that day he showed his superb cooking skills, conquering almost all men, women and children (just one of the wind and rain, she is used to it). It seems that this son-in-law is a matter of ironclad.

It is also said that the wedding of the Fengyu family that night attracted a large number of good people to watch the excitement.

A Chinese painting saint who is good at Danqing painted a picture of a beautiful woman holding a qin under the moon, and he did not intend to transfer it to the current prince. The prince was shocked at first sight, and asked people to offer a reward to look for the woman in the painting, hoping that she had not left Luoyang. On this day, he looked at this beautiful picture again in the study, and his heart was full of thoughts, so he brewed a poem in the painting:

Fairy fairy, fiber fairy.

Go down to the earth, go down to the earth.

Just as Du He came to look for him, he walked to the door of his study and heard this unwritten poem, and the corners of his eyes twitched. This prince is messing around with poetry again.

This prince used to be smart and clever when he was a child, and he was deeply loved by his father, but when he grew up, he kept getting sick, and he almost died of a serious illness two years ago. Today, he prayed everywhere for his illness, and even found a Taoist priest to come to the palace to practice. Finally, he was sincerely moved by God, and he was cured, but he became a little stupid, and everyone thought that he was not as smart and sharp as before. You see that you can't even make a poem, is this still the former prince Li Chengqian, who can set the world?

After he recovered from his illness, he often said some inexplicable things and did some absurd things, which provoked the emperor to get angry, feeling that he was too disappointed and gradually snubbed him, and turned to favor the talented and clear-minded fourth son Li Tai, the king of Wei. Originally, Li Tai was supposed to be sent to the fiefdom as an adult, but because of the emperor's special favor for him, not only did he not send him abroad, but also set up a literature museum for him in Beijing to recruit bachelors.

Du He straightened his clothes and hat, and waved his hands: "Minister, Du He asks to see!" ”

Du He is the son of Du Ruhui, a famous minister of the generation, and because of his father's relationship, he was deeply used by the emperor, and even married his underage daughter Princess Chengyang to him. In this way, there was an in-law relationship, and he and the prince got closer, and often talked about some things that the gentlemen liked.

"Duhe, you are here, suffocate me! By the way, what do you think of my new verse? Isn't it about the same as my fourth brother? He picked up his pen and turned his head to greet Duhe.

Du He stretched out his head and saw that there were several drafts scattered on the table, and the most central one of them was not dry:

Fairies, fairies, fairies, fairies,

If you want a beauty to hug under the moon, you would rather make a piano in your hand.

Du He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time, what kind of poem is this, it doesn't rhyme! Rhyme, the most basic requirement of poetry, does he want to be angry with so many teachers who are too learned? Since he was stupid, the emperor also found him a lot of teaching. It seems that the more you learn, the more foolish you become, no wonder those Taifu shake their heads.

"Your Highness, Gao, is really a master among masters, such an artistic conception is beyond the reach of Du He!" I didn't dare to offend the prince or the talent of King Wei, so I had to belittle myself.

"Really? Then you can help me write this poem on the painting! The prince triumphantly touched his chin and pointed to the painting on the wall.

"This, the minister still thinks that the prince can polish it again and take it to the next level!" Du He wiped the sweat of his head with his sleeve, if he was really written and seen by others saying something unpleasant, then he would be guilty of bullying the king, and he would not be clicked when it reached the emperor's ears. The emperor's least favorite is a deceitful minister.

"Then there is Lao Qinglian." Du He's character is called Qinglian, which is somewhat similar to the small character Qingque of his hated younger brother Li Tai. Du He's calligraphy is particularly beautiful, and a reader will be jealous of his writing talent when he sees it, and at the same time deeply admired. The prince especially likes to watch him dance with dragons and phoenixes, and he looks like a wonderful brush, and it is really pleasing to the eye to see that he is a beautiful son with such a talent.

Du He walked to the picture and looked at it carefully, and was stunned for a moment, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

I saw a bright moon faintly, a large area of river water flowing white, the beautiful woman holding the piano and standing on the tip of the boat on the river, the head of the mantis is high, the eyebrows are like distant mountains, the eyes are as bright as the stars seem to look at all beings with a faint smile, and the face is covered with a light veil blowing up to reveal half of the beautiful face, which is both mysterious and makes people yearn for it.

When the wind hunts and hunts, the clothes float to the moon, light and handsome, like the posture of an immortal, like the mink, and like the flying sky. The natural expression of her expression and charm is shocking, as if she is stepping on heaven and earth under her feet, and holding stars in her hands.

"O gods! Who is the author of such a masterpiece? ”

The court painters and the palace ladies in the paintings are all well-behaved, so naturally they will not paint such a style.

"The paintings that have been circulated in the market can be collected by me, such a beauty, I must keep it." The prince was complacent.

Du He secretly thought, isn't it because the crown princess Su fell out of favor? Want to get something fresh? This prince is really as legendary, and he has become romantic.

He thought about it, and immediately polished the poem for the prince, picked up the brush and wrote it on paper.

Fairies and fairies are fairies, and beauties under the moon play the strings.

Chang'e is cold and hates water, and falls into the mortal world and does not envy the immortals.

Qiong Ziyu took pity on the wind, and the blue water was half bent and the arms were cold.

The heavens are beautiful, and the mandarin ducks often sleep with the pillow.

"Isn't that similar to what I wrote?" The prince picked up the newly revised poem and shook his head, "I haven't understood it yet." ”

Du He said: Didn't I try my best to match your level and polish for you? If it's not at all like what you wrote, it's a fake.

Seeing that his face was pale, the prince felt that he should give him some face, and couldn't help but praise him in line with the principle of curing the disease and saving people. "Du Pony, I see that when you wrote just now, that ass is so beautiful!"

Du He trembled when he heard this, and the chrysanthemum tightened: "Your Highness, Your Highness, don't joke with your subordinates, what's so beautiful about a man's ass!" After saying that, his face turned red.

The prince looked serious: "I'm not kidding, I mean it?" A woman's ass can be seen, but a man's ass can't be seen? The look on that face couldn't be more real.

Du He wondered if it was because he was too handsome that he was coveted by the prince. In these years, it's not that there are no men who love this kind of love, is this prince still bisexual. So, I stood there with my legs between my legs and didn't dare to come out.