"Ask the world, what is love, the promise of life and death?"

Su San was stunned for a while, looking at Fang Yiai, and recited a poem in her mouth several times, her heart was sweet.

"Xianggong ......"

Susan raised her head and shouted, these two words contained her thousands of gentleness, the other hand held Fang Yiai's arm, the whole person was attached to his arm, and looked up and Fang Yiai's eyes were met, with a bit of charm......

In a sentence or two words, Fang Yiai listened to the bones of his whole body.

Susan is a traditional woman, reserved and introverted, not good at talking about love, but this gentle salutation is worth thousands of love words.

Sensing the softness on his arm, Fang Yi's love was pounding, and his mouth was dry.

Although Datang is relatively open, it is still subtle in his bones, holding hands on the street is the first time for Susan, not to mention holding his arm like this now.

Susan's charming appearance, Fang Yiai has never seen it, not to mention how beautiful it is, for a while, the index finger moved, if it wasn't for the inappropriate place, she would be corrected on the spot.

Feeling Fang Yiai's aggressive gaze, Susan lowered her head in disdain.

Even so, the gaze did not look away, as if she felt embarrassed and wanted to escape, Susan pulled Fang Yiai into the crowd.

Behind the two, the two maids who were ignored didn't go to wander around, they kept looking at the two of them, looking at the sweetness of the couple, the two daughters were full of envy, and couldn't help but be a little fascinated.

After the two bereaved lovers left, they glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

……

On the other hand, the poetry will make the harmony of Fang Yi's love, and naturally it can't be done.

How can the verses they have made compare with these quatrains of the ages! But when it comes to writing poems, my heart is always empty, I feel very awkward, and I have a sense of incompleteness.

Unspeakable regrets!

Li Chengqian pretended to be deep, since Fang Yiai left, he didn't say a word, the expression on his face couldn't see joy and anger, I don't know what he was thinking in his heart?

Maybe he didn't know what he was thinking.

When most of the scholars left, he also left with his brothers and sisters, went shopping for a while, and rushed back to the palace at the last hour requested by Li Shimin.

At this time, the hour was not early, and after asking his father and queen mother for peace, the prince and the queen returned to their respective bedrooms.

"Princess, what's wrong with you?"

Gaoyang Dormitory, as soon as Shu'er came back, he noticed the abnormality, his little face was flushed, but his eyes were full of complicated colors.

From the poetry meeting, she said the poems from the last house, she was like being beaten with chicken blood, her blood was boiling, and she never calmed down. What really complicated her mood was Susan's earlier question.

Therefore, Gao Yang didn't vomit or be unhappy, and asked, "Shu'er, what do you say...... Does Hongu really like the love of the house? Or do you love his talent rather than the person? ”

For a while, she couldn't figure out her mind, so she was entangled here.

Let's be honest.

At the moment when Fang Yiai took the initiative to admit that he copied the poem by himself, Gao Yang had a strange idea in his heart, he didn't want Fang Yiai to suffer.

But what...... After Fang Yiai proved himself, Gao Yang began to contradict again, as if he didn't want him to be so talented.

Shu'er said as a matter of course: "Princess, what nonsense are you talking about, isn't talent the love of Fang Yiai, why bother with such strange things......"

"Yes...... Others will have such talents, I won't be tempted by other people, right? ”

Now, the little palace maid asked Gao Yang to stop, she has no experience!

In the dormitory, there was silence......

The second daughter's eyes were wide and small for a while, and Gao Yang made a decision in his heart, "Why do you have to think about it so much!" Since you are devoted to the love of the house, it is ...... to take the initiative."

……

One night dragon and snake dance.

The whole Chang'an fell into exhaustion, woke up a little later, and it was close to noon, and the city became lively. The news about the Mid-Autumn Festival night is also slowly spreading......

The most striking thing is that it is about the love of the house.

First, as the first talent in Chang'an, he has a degree of attention. Second, he never participated in the poetry meeting, and went to the poetry meeting for the first time, which is indeed worthy of curiosity from others. Thirdly, it is the fragments of the sentences he composed, any one of which is enough to cause a sensation.

Therefore, he can't keep a low profile if he wants to.

Although the scale of the poetry club that Fang Yiai went to was not small, there were several large-scale poetry clubs like this last night.

The poetry society does not communicate with each other, and the news will not spread until the next day, so many scholars have only heard about it today.

No, a few scholars got together, ate breakfast, and began to talk about it, "Have you heard?" Fang Erlang showed his might on the Mid-Autumn Festival night last year, leaving a few residual poems. ”

"I already knew! It is said that every sentence can be famous through the ages, and Fang Erlang's talent is terrifying! ”

"I knew that Fang Bereavement would show up, and I would leave these verses, I should have gone over there last night." Speaking of this, some people regret it, as a young talent in Chang'an, they have received more than one invitation.

"Alas! I just don't know when these verses will be completed, this is always a pity, I'm afraid it will be branded. ”

"I'm afraid you'll hear it, what you're hearing is different from what you say......"

An abrupt voice sounded, obviously out of place with everyone, and without waiting for others to ask, he said bluntly: "What I heard below is that Fang Yi loves to sell his reputation and copy Mr. Heweng's work......"

"I'm afraid someone is hacking him again."

Someone said without thinking that these few sentences could be broken at any time, but they were like the needle of the sea god, which confirmed the talent of Fang Yiai.

At this moment, a shout came from outside, "Shock! Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, Fang Yiai admitted to plagiarizing Mr. Heweng, 'When is the bright moon' actually came like this......"

The scene was quiet in vain, and several scholars knew that this was the voice of the newsboy of Datang Daily.

Several people looked at each other, and the person who had just raised an objection said: "Haha, the Datang Daily is opened by the Fang family, and now the newspaper has been published, what else do you have to say......?"

"This ......"

"Needless to say, buy a copy and take a look, and you'll know why."

As he spoke, everyone rushed out together, and there were many people around the newsboy, and there were not a few people who paid attention to this matter. They wasted the boss's energy, so they grabbed two copies, and as soon as they got their hands on it, they couldn't wait to read it around.

"Hahaha, it turns out that this is the case, Crane Weng is a scholar in vain, and I am sorry for respecting him so much......"

"This house is really ...... Shameless! For the sake of newspaper sales, he was so ruthless that he even blackened himself. ”

Someone said indignantly that when he heard the newsboy's words, he was also a little shaken. Now it seems that it was a deliberate trick by Fang Yiai in order to sell newspapers.