After thinking about how to quickly pave the road for two days, he always felt that it was not good in the end, so Zhao Shuo called Fang Xing and Zhang Jie.

"Haotian, what are you calling the two of you to do today?" As soon as Fang Xing entered the door and said a word, he poured a glass of water for himself and Zhang Jie.

"Do you want to go to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion?" Zhang Jie proposed.

"No, no." Zhao Shuo hurriedly waved his hand, and then swept the faces of the two with contemptuous eyes, and said: "In the past few days, I have been thinking about the matter of soap, our soap dumps the pancreas eight streets, although the cost is less than one-tenth of the pancreas, but we can't adopt the strategy of small profits and quick turnover." ”

Zhang Jie nodded and responded: "My father also said that the price of soap should not be lower than that of fragrant pancreas, and a little higher is enough." ”

Zhao Shuo took a sip of tea and asked, "Does your father have a way to open up sales?" ”

Zhang Jie replied: "I didn't say it, but I should know it in my heart, but my father will come over later." ”

Seeing Zhao Shuo's eyes looking at him, Fang Xing hurriedly said, "Haotian, don't look at me, I don't understand the way of businessmen." ”

"I know." Zhao Shuo looked at Fang Xing's face carefully and said, "But you can help." ”

Does Haotian want my dad to help? Fang Xinghu said suspiciously: "How can I help?" ”

"We're the most handsome and the best-looking."

"Does it have anything to do with soap?" Fang Xing's back was a little cold at this time, and along the way, he blocked countless arrows for Zhao Shuo and carried countless black pots.

"Yes, it's a big deal." Zhao Shuo touched his chin and said, "Where does the rich and noble son like to go to play the most?" Of course, I'm going to the Qinglou, so I want you to hook up..."Feeling that hooking up is not appropriate, Zhao Shuo paused and said, "Go and get to know those Oiran and become their 'close friends' and confidants." ”

Hearing this, Fang Xing immediately stood up and pointed at the tip of his nose "I~", and said, "I have the heart and I can't do it." ”

Zhao Shuo motioned for Fang Xing to sit down and said, "Don't worry, I will help you become their confidant." ”

I don't believe it, you can't fool me, Fang Xing sat down and took a sip of tea quietly.

With a smile on his face, Zhao Shuo took out a folded piece of paper from the book and handed it to Fang Xing, "Look, my Fang Da talent." "A talented man is a beautiful woman, I will give you poems, you go to the Qinglou to pretend to be forced. Then let those Oiran sell soap, and still have you able to catch it?

"You~You~" Fang Xing, who was shocked by the poems on the paper, didn't say a word for a long time.

"I'll see." Zhang Jie took the paper full of poems from Fang Xing's hand and chanted:

"Heavy rain on May 19th" The wind drove the torrential rain to the high city, and the clouds pressed lightly and thundered. After the rain, I don't know where the dragon goes, and a pool of grass-colored frogs chirps. ”

"Yueyang Tower" is drunk in spring, and the dry falls into the Dongting...... Who plays the flute at night, the wind and rain are dark. ”

“…… Turn into spring mud to protect flowers. ”

Shaoqing,

Zhang Jie poured a few cups of tea in a row, and asked in a trembling voice, "Haotian, what did you write?" ”

"Nope." Zhao Shuo shook his index finger and said, "Xingming made it." ”

"Didn't you say you weren't good at poetry?" Fang Xing glanced at Zhao Shuo, and said in a voice: "Zhao Gongzi, five wonderful poems, they are really hidden deep enough." ”

Zhao Shuo silently picked up the teacup and sipped the tea, then took out a piece of paper from the book and handed it to Fang Xing with one hand, and said, "Don't worry about those, if you want to enter their boudoir, here are ten poems for you to choose from, so as to write the right poem." ”

Well, using Qin Huai Bayan's own poems for herself, it should poison them. In this way, Fang Xing can not only hug the beauty, but also have their propaganda for the soap, which is simply the best of both worlds.

"You~You~I~" Fang Xing pointed at Zhao Shuo with his finger.

"Haha, Haotian turned out to be a poet, what should Xingming say......" Zhang Jie stretched his neck and muttered while looking at it.

~~ After a pillar of incense

"Is this appropriate?" Fang Xing poured a sip of tea with a bitter face.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Shuo was righteous, and said: "Let's not say who knows whose poems these poems are?" You give me a good back, and the rolling melon that I carry is ripe. ”

"It's going to be exposed, this kind of poetry stealing is shameful for Shilin." Fang Xing was about to cry, in case the stuffing was exposed, then he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Why didn't Haotian go into battle in person?" Zhang Jie asked in a whisper.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Fang Xing hurriedly nodded in agreement.

He only writes silently, and nothing else. Let him discuss the way of poetry with others, he might as well wake up. Zhao Shuo's face jumped, and said, "Let's go together, I'll help you sweep the formation on the side." ”

"Really?" There are too many black pots, and Fang Xing has doubts.

"Really, truly, more than gold." Zhao Shuo thought for a while and continued: "I still have to rely on soap to buy a house, do I dare not do my best?" Don't worry, Xingming, it's really not good, I'll give you a few more. ”

"......" Fang woke up

"......" Zhang Jie

~~ The next day, Baihuakan, lobby. After the rehearsal, the actual combat drill begins.

“…… Each has led the way for hundreds of years. ”

"Good~"

"Bang Bang!" Applause

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and we and other scholars of the Wu Dynasty should strive to surpass their predecessors because of this......"

"Yes, just like this ......"

"In the next Kaifeng, wake up and Xingming."

"What Xingming has done, each has led the way for hundreds of years."

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Half an hour later, the snow word private room

"Whew~" Zhao Shuo slumped in his chair, "I'm tired." ”

Fang Xing, who was also slumped in the chair, looked at Zhao Shuo with a resentful expression, "I'm more tired." ”

"Don't talk, drink saliva, rest!" Zhang Jie poured three cups of tea and handed them to the two.

Zhao Shuo drank it all and coughed twice, pushed it with his hand to wake up, and said, "Give the paper to Qin Qing and ask her to appreciate it." ”

"Can you go back for a while?" Fang Xing asked weakly.

Zhao Shuo glared and said coldly, "What do you think?" ”

"I'll go." Fang Xing stood up and straightened his clothes, took a few deep breaths, and walked towards the door with his head held high.

Zhang Jie asked while pouring tea: "Haotian is not afraid that Xingming will be detected?" ”

Zhao Shuo smiled: "What can you do if you notice it?" Who can prove that he did not write the poems? ”

"That's just as well."

～～

"Miss, Miss, that Fang Xingming, the son of Fang, sent a poem for Miss to appreciate." The maid Qiushui walked quickly behind Qin Qing with a piece of paper in her hand.

"Read!" Qin Qing was unmoved, still looking at the book in his hand.

Qiushui picked up the paper and read in Cuisheng: "Linjiang Immortal" rolls east of the Yangtze River, and the waves sweep away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times......

"Smack!" Before Qiushui finished reading, Qin Qing put down the book in his hand, "Don't read it!" ”

"Oh!"

Qin Qing turned around, stretched out her white slender fingers, and took the paper from Qiu Shui's hand.

"Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water ......"

~~ After chanting, after another moment, Qin Qing opened his mouth and asked, "Is Gongzi Fang still there?" ”

"Yes, Fang Gongzi came with two friends, one of them is Zhao Shuo Zhao Haotian, who saved the granddaughter of Lord Shoufu, and the other is Zhang Jie Zhang Zishan, who is a son of Shangjia."

Qin Qing frowned slightly, and said, "Qiushui, you go and please... Forget it, go talk to them first, and I'll go see them later. ”

"Yes, miss."