"Whose kid is this?"

The young man, who had been silent by Zhang Zheng's side, finally spoke at this time.

"I don't know, Third Highness."

Zhang Zheng looked at the back of Yang Jian, who had disappeared, and was also confused. This teenager who appeared in a hurry, the shock brought to him was too great, he was familiar with poetry since he was a child, and he also learned to compose poetry with his father, of course he could understand the subtleties of Yang Jian's two poems just now, but how could such a mature poem come from the hand of a teenager?

"This guy's surname is Yang, is it the child of some minister in our court?"

The young man who had been silent just now was the third son of Li Longji, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and the third heir of the Tang royal family, Li Xiang, the loyal king. And his master is Zhang Jiuling, the prime minister of the dynasty, that is, the father of Zhang Zheng, another young man in Zhu Yi.

At today's birthday banquet in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the emperor specially sent him to congratulate him, and by the way, he also asked the prime minister to inspect the results of his recent studies.

Therefore, Zhang Jiuling asked the loyal king Li Xiang and his son to make a plum blossom poem with the same title.

"So, both of you made both of these poems?"

Zhang Jiuling looked at the two teenagers in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Back to my father, it was indeed a child's work."

Although Zhang Zheng is worried in his heart, since he has already lied for a beginning, he must stick to it.

"His Royal Highness?"

Zhang Jiuling turned his face and looked at Li Xiang beside Zhang Zheng.

"Mr. Hui, this poem is indeed written by Li Xiang, please correct it!"

After all, Li Xiang was born in the royal family, and he is His Royal Highness the Prince, so he is naturally much calmer than Zhang Zheng.

"Really?"

Zhang Jiuling looked at Zhang Zheng and Li Xiang, the suspicion in his eyes was strong, he knew what the foundation of Li Xiang and Zhang Zheng was, but such a superior work would never come from the hands of these two people, but, with his extensive knowledge, these two poems were indeed something he had never heard of, according to common sense, if someone made such good poems, it was impossible not to reach his ears.

"That's true, father!"

Zhang Zheng saw that His Royal Highness was calm and relaxed, and his tone became much more firm.

At this moment, it is absolutely impossible to show your feet, otherwise you will lose all your efforts, and you are likely to be blamed by your father and the board.

Everyone knows how brutal the family rules of the Prime Minister's Office are to punish lying.

"When I open the door in the morning, the snow is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light, and the sun is cold. The eaves flow is not dripping plum jelly, a kind of solitary is not idle. Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion was commented. The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. ”

Zhang Jiuling twisted his green beard in his hand, there were words in his mouth, but the expression on his face was cloudy and uncertain, these two poems are written about plum blossoms, but the idea and the pen are completely different, and the realm is difficult to distinguish. It is absolutely impossible for a person who can write such good poems not to be known by the imperial court, and it is absolutely impossible not to be known to him, but if you want to say that such poems were written by these two children in front of him, he will never believe them.

Of course, the two of them had ink in their stomachs, but it could never be so high.

"Father, can we go out?"

Zhang Zheng looked at his father, he knew that if he held on for a while, he would not be able to help but confess.

"Well, let's go out and tell the housekeeper, I'll be there soon, and the birthday banquet will start right away!"

Zhang Jiuling waved his hand to Zhang Zheng and Zhongwang Li Xiang, signaling them to go out first.

He's going to be pure for a while.

"Do you think my father has found out?"

Zhang Zheng was timid after all, and as soon as he went out, he asked softly in Li Xiang's ear.

"Probably not, right?"

Li Xiang actually didn't know the bottom in his heart.

"I'm worried that one day that guy accidentally leaks the news, and it won't be good for my father to know."

After all, that boy was just a child.

There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not firm!

"Probably not, how can a little kid have a chance to meet the Prime Minister, you, don't worry about it, let's go, let's go to the old lady's birthday banquet, and then I will go to the Guozijian in the afternoon."

After Li Xiang finished speaking, he patted Zhang Zheng on the shoulder, and the two walked out of the courtyard together.

It's just that what Yang Jian didn't expect was that just the moment he stepped out of the Prime Minister's Mansion on his front foot, he saw a person standing next to the stone lion at the door.

Xu Geng!

"Grandpa, why are you here?"

Yang Jian finally found an exit and got out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but he didn't expect to meet his grandfather Xu Geng here.

"Jian'er, how did you get out of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Xu Geng was even more surprised than Yang Jian.

"Me? I just saw a lot of people here, so I just came in casually for a walk, but I didn't expect to meet you, grandpa, as soon as I went out. ”

Yang Jian said it lightly, and he kept smiling on his face.

Especially when he thought of the two guys who had just been shocked by his poems, he was even happier.

"You-stroll around the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Xu Geng was almost suffocated to death by Yang Jian, what kind of place is the Prime Minister's Mansion, how can people go around casually?

"Yes, grandpa, what about you, why are you here? Are you here for me? ”

Yang Jiancun wanted to divert the topic.

Of course he knew that Xu Geng wouldn't have come to him specifically.

At most, the two of them can only meet by chance.

"I saw that you sent Kazuko to the school this morning, so I came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to celebrate the old lady's birthday, this job was made with me by the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion a few days ago."

Xu Geng explained.

"The Prime Minister's Mansion has already invited grandpa to perform?"

Yang Jian was a little surprised.

Of course he won't know that his grandfather Xu Geng is a well-known huqin master in the capital, if you want to say who has the highest huqin skills in the capital, he said second, no one dares to claim to be the first!

"Yes, but now that Grandpa has finished greeting the old lady, we can go home."

Xu Geng's pocket carried the reward given by the old lady.

Well, that's almost enough for him for the next few days. It's winter now, and Yang Jian is a newcomer again, looking at the light clothes on his body, Xu Geng decided to take his good grandson to buy some cloth and make him a slightly thicker dress.

Winters in Chang'an are cold.

And it's long.

Don't freeze to death his precious grandson.

"Okay, grandpa—"

Yang Jian was also very happy to see Xu Geng, and visiting Chang'an City today really opened his eyes, and now it was time to go back.

Xu Geng walked by Yang Jian's side, took his little hand, and the grandfather and grandson left the Prime Minister's Mansion.

However, what Yang Jian didn't expect was that his grandfather Xu Geng stopped in front of a cloth village.

"Grandpa, what's wrong? Are you going to buy cloth? ”

This is the first time Yang Jian has seen Buzhuang.

"Grandpa, today, the old lady gave a lot of reward, and grandpa took Jian'er to buy a set of clothes."

Xu Geng's old face was also red from the cold, and his mouth was hot, but his feet did not hesitate to take Yang Jian into the cloth village.

The cloth village is very large.

Bundles and bundles stacked on the counter,

On the wall behind the counter, there is also a row of cabinets, and there are also rolls of cloth in them.

There are many colors and dazzling.

When the two clerk-like people saw an old man with a small child entering the door, they immediately put on a warm smile. It's not long after the New Year, and it's the peak season for adults to stock up on clothes for children.

"Little brother, pull some cloth for me."

Xu Geng pointed to a roll of dark blue cloth on the counter and said.

"I'm so tired, the old man has good eyesight, this cloth is our new good goods this year, come, little brother, we'll give you a measuring stick."

The clerk was very enthusiastic, and immediately walked out of the counter after saying that, and gave Yang Jian a measuring stick.

"Well, old man, if my brother makes a winter dress, he needs three feet and four inches of cloth."

The shop mini-two quickly got good size.

"How much is a foot?"

Xu Geng asked cautiously.

"Six Wen and Six One Feet."

Xiao Er had a warm smile on his face.

"Okay, six wen six, three feet four inches-"

Xu Geng muttered in his mouth, silently calculating how much silver he would have to pay.

"Grandpa, twenty-two wen four money four."

Yang Jian saw that Xu Geng was old and had a very hard time calculating, so he quickly calculated for him.

"You-"

Another Xiao Eryi, who was counting the money on the side, opened his mouth in surprise when he heard Yang report the total amount.

"Isn't that right?"

Yang Jian blinked his small eyes and asked.

"No—yes—yes, little brother."

The shopkeeper's mouth forgot to close.

"Old man, your grandson's arithmetic is really good, so let's give you a discount, you don't have to pay the mantissa number, you can give twenty-two Wen."

Another clerk looked at Yang Jian under the counter, and he also liked this child inexplicably.

Good-looking, smart, and crisp voice.

Everyone loves it.

"Oh, that's good, thank you, little brother—"

Xu Geng was also very happy.

He took out the money bag from his waist and paid the store with a smile.

"Old man walk slowly!"

The second day of the shop is a rare full score of enthusiasm today.

"Let's go home, Jane, grandpa will make you new clothes—"

Xu Geng took Yang Jian's little hand, and the grandfather and grandson left Buzhuang happily.

And behind them, a middle-aged man who had been selecting cloth next to him looked at Xu Geng and Yang Jian, who was leaving happily, but the look on his face was serious and shocked.

"Old man, please wait—"

The middle-aged man seemed to suddenly remember something, and chased Xu Gengyang Jian, who had just left, and went out!