Chapter Ninety-Five: Salt the Wound

"By the way, I heard that the horse had left a calligraphy treasure in the Chunmanlou, whether this word was written by the horse, you will know when you ask."

Seeing that everyone was skeptical, Hou Qingli suddenly thought of an idea.

"That's right, just ask them and you'll know it all!"

After being reminded by her, Li Wanting suddenly realized.

It is rumored that Zhao Juma is romantic, and the reason is that he fights poems with the sons of the seven great families in the Spring Man Building.

It just so happens that these people are all here at the moment, as long as they ask, they all know!

"Seven, look at the words on it, but what the horse wrote?"

Before she could speak, the prince had already walked up to several people and asked, pointing to the words on the wine jar.

"Uh...... This one......? ”

The seven people looked at each other with embarrassment!

This matter has always been a wound in their hearts, but today it has been mentioned again and again, which is simply pouring salt on the wound.

first Zhao Yin, then the daughter of Duke Luguo, and now even the prince has made up for it.

If they admit that this was written by Zhao Yin, then what kind of face do they have to participate in the poetry that will be held later?

But if you deny it, once this matter is exposed, I am afraid that it will have a worse impact on yourself.

Therefore, several people are in a dilemma, and it is embarrassing.

"That's right! This handwriting is the horse's handwriting......! ”

After hesitating for a long time, Li Ping had no choice but to nod helplessly.

Even though I want to deny it, with this kid's calligraphy, it is a matter of time before I become famous in Chang'an, and in the end, the paper can't hold the fire.

"Did he really write it?"

Li Wanting and Hou Qingli's beautiful eyes blinked lightly, and their faces were surprised.

It seems that the rumors in the market are true, and this kid really has an amazing talent.

It's just that she can't figure it out, since this kid writes good calligraphy, why not use this to make money?

Just do it, write a word, and you should be able to sell it for a lot.

If you meet a rich squire who loves calligraphy, you may be able to sell it for a good price.

"Unexpectedly, the horse actually writes a good hand, no wonder my father always praises him!"

After getting the answers from the seven sons, Li Chengqian was also very surprised.

Unexpectedly, this cynical-looking colt could practice so well!

"Your Highness, if you finish reading it, give it back to me!"

Li Wanting saw that the prince was so engrossed, for fear that he would not return it to herself, so she hurriedly reminded her.

"Oh, good!"

Li Chengqian came back to his senses and reluctantly returned the wine jar in his hand.

This calligraphy is so beautiful, and he wants it too, but not many people like gentlemen.

He planned to find an opportunity next time to ask for a pair from the horse in person, frame it, hang it in the study, and admire it every day.

"Wanting suddenly remembered that she made an appointment with a tailor today to make new clothes, and she will not be accompanied by the poetry meeting to be held, so she will say goodbye!"

Li Wanting took the wine jar and pretended to apologize.

Then, without waiting for everyone to react, they hurried out of the prince's mansion.

"By the way, I also have some things to do, so I won't participate in the poetry meeting, and I ...... say goodbye!"

Hou Qingli slapped her thigh and said suddenly.

Then he ran out with small steps, "Sister Wanting, wait for me to ......!" ”

"Huh......?"

Two big beauties just left?

Everyone stared blankly at the door where they disappeared, and they all lost their interest just now!

The beauties are gone, what's the point of them chanting poetry?

Thinking of this, everyone made excuses and left the prince's mansion one after another.

......

"Brother Yin, this carriage has four wheels, it must be difficult to grasp the direction!"

As soon as a few people walked out of the prison, Yu Chi Baoqi couldn't help but ask.

From ancient times to the present, horse-drawn carriages have always been two-wheeled, fast and flexible!

However, on the drawings that Zhao Yin handed over to the general supervisor just now, what was drawn was a four-wheeled carriage!

With so many wheels, it must be difficult to grasp the direction, and it will also have an impact on the speed.

"Later, you'll know!"

Zhao Yin really didn't bother to explain such a complicated thing to him, because even if he did, he wouldn't understand it.

"The bookstore we were optimistic about a few days ago, when are we going to buy it?"

Seeing that he was reluctant to speak, Yu Chi Baoqi had no choice but to change the topic.

This was the task given to him by Zhao Yin a few days ago, and it didn't take long for him to find a good one, and they all went to see it, but then there was no follow-up.

"Don't rush ......!"

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Yin had a headache!

It's been more than a month, and the household department has not come to buy potatoes, and a few days ago sent someone to ask, saying that the potato cellar has not been dug well.

If he sells this batch of potatoes, he will be able to earn more than 100,000 yuan, not to mention a bookstore at that time, even if he buys another paper workshop, there will be a surplus.

When I go back, I have to send someone to urge that Dai Guan, and if it drags on like this, when will the bookstore be opened?

"Master Ma, you're finally back, Miss Li and Miss Hou have been waiting for a long time!"

The two chatted and walked, and before they knew it, they had already walked to the door of Zhenguan Wine Workshop, and Lin Bo saw that he was back, so he hurriedly greeted him.

"What Miss Li, Miss Hou?"

Zhao Yin was stunned by what he said, he didn't seem to know any Miss Li and Miss Hou.

"The colt is really busy, we waited here for an hour before we saw you come back!"

"Yes! The horse is a noble man who forgets things! ”

He was thinking about it, when he saw Li Wanting and Hou Qingli walking out of the winery one after another.

It's just that I don't understand why each of them is holding a small wine jar tightly in their arms!

"You two came to me to buy peach blossom brew, right? Quick, please ...... inside! ”

Zhao Yin said as he made a gesture of please, but as soon as he entered the door of the wine shop, he was blindfolded......

Princess Chengyang is lying in the arms of Princess Changle with a flushed face, and is asleep!

Why is this little girl drunk again?

The room was full of alcohol, so you can imagine how much this girl had drunk!

"The royal sister thought that the peach blossom brew was a drink, so she drank a little more......!"

She was really embarrassed to say how many big bowls she had, because it was too royal to lose.

Just now in the Prince's Mansion, this little girl didn't drink enough, so she took her hand and came back.

After returning to the winery, I stepped on the bench and scooped a large bowl into it, but I didn't feel that it was enjoyable, and I came to another bowl, and I almost stuck my head into it.

However, as soon as these two bowls of wine were served, her cheeks turned crimson, and she began to play drunkard, and she had to drink it with her!

After making a fuss for a long time, Xu was tired, so he fell asleep.

"Can't you just sleep here? If it really doesn't work, this horse will suffer a loss, so take her back! ”

After Zhao Yin finished speaking, he was about to reach out and hug Princess Chengyang.

"Stop! Don't bother to drive, just call us a carriage, hum ......! ”

Princess Changle held her sister tightly in her arms and glared at him.

Since his father lost the princess Chengyang in a bet, Zhao Yin has repeatedly begged his father for it, not to mention that men and women are not kissed.

"If the princess doesn't dislike it, my carriage will just stop at the door."

Hou Qingli hurriedly said.

"Thank you, Sister Qingli......!"

After Princess Changle gave Zhao Yin another big roll of the eyes, she hugged her sister and got into the carriage.