"Oh, the night commander, there is something I forgot to tell you, I want to hide my identity outside the palace, just call me Tang Gongzi, I gave myself a nickname, Tang Tiezhu." Tang Wenyuan introduced his identity outside the palace to Night Rose.

Night Rose was a little speechless, her cold face showing rare doubts. Can Tang Tiezhu also be regarded as an elegant name?

The overnight rose was wearing a mask, and Tang Wen couldn't see any of her expressions from afar.

As for whether Tang Wenyuan wants to see the true face of Night Rose...... Well, there's definitely curiosity. It's just that I don't want to see it so much, if it's to think she's beautiful, Su Qinghan and Hua Junzhuo are enough.

If it's not for the sake of pretty, there's no need to look at it, anyway, you can always see it later.

Since Tang Wenyuan sang in Yihong Courtyard last time, he can be regarded as a celebrity in Yihong Courtyard.

When the shopkeeper saw Tang Wenyuan coming in, he politely ran to the front to receive him personally, "The little one has seen Tang Gongzi." ”

Tang Wenyuan waved his hand and signaled, "No courtesy, shopkeeper, is there still a private room?" ”

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed, "This ...... If Tang Gongzi had come earlier, there would have been another one, but now there is no more. ”

The dog on the side lost his temper again, "Why don't you have a private room every time you come here?" Let everyone in the private room fuck me off! ”

Tang Wenyuan glanced at the dog, and the dogan pursed his lips and didn't dare to say more.

"Then arrange a table for us in the lobby, and serve good wine and food." Tang Wenyuan smiled at the shopkeeper, took out a silver ingot and handed it over.

At this time, at the beginning of the night, although the Yihong courtyard was very lively, there were still a few empty tables in the lobby.

Tang Wenyuan chose a table in the corner and sat down. Those who recognized him on the road greeted him. Originally, a few girls wanted to sit next to Tang Wenyuan and share a table with him, but they were frightened by the cold murderous intent on Night Rose's body.

The python robe on her body has not been changed, and people who know a lot about the affairs of the court naturally know that she is the person who is Jinyiwei.

Tang Wenyuan didn't care about the identity of Night Rose being exposed, now many people knew that he was from the palace, and it was normal for him to come out with a brocade guard.

At this time, Su Qinghan walked out of the wing room on the second floor and came straight to Tang Wenyuan. Bent down and saluted, and sat down without waiting for Tang Wenyuan to agree.

Now the two are already in a master-apprentice relationship, although this master-apprentice relationship seems to Su Qinghan to be very weak. Well, it's very light, she accepted Tang Wenyuan as an apprentice purely to compete with Hua Junzhuo. However, Su Qinghan still had a good impression of Tang Wenyuan in his heart.

She was surprised that Tang Wenyuan's songs were so good, and the soap and toothpaste sold to herself were all very useful.

"Oh, this little night...... Let me introduce you to you, this is my master, Su Erniu. Master, this is ...... Eh, the man of the brocade guard, the night rose. Tang Wenyuan introduced each other.

Night Rose and Su Qinghan glanced at each other, and the eyes of the two of them collided with a slight hostility. is still the same sentence, between women and women, there will always be a comparison mentality, especially beautiful women.

Although Night Rose was wearing a mask, Su Qinghan could still feel that the woman in front of her was a big beauty.

Su Qinghan didn't know Night Rose, but Night Rose knew Su Qinghan, and knew that she was the daughter of Prime Minister Zuo and the future queen. As for why she became Tang Wenyuan's master, it was not within the scope of Night Rose's consideration. From the current point of view, the emperor's actions have never been in tune, and it is unpredictable.

"Does Master Su often come to Yihong Courtyard?" Tang Wenyuan has never asked this question.

Su Qinghan was dumbfounded, and Bi Ning translated on the side, "My young lady occasionally comes to sit, but today there is a small poetry meeting in Yihong Courtyard, so I will come and take a look." ”

"Oh? Little Poetry Club? Tang Wenyuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That's right, it's everyone who writes poems together to see who writes well. If you write it well, you will receive an invitation from Qin Qingjue. Bi Ning was more happy to talk about this, although Su Qinghan did not win the first place in the small poetry club, but he was often in the top three.

It's just that she is a daughter, and Qin Qingjue has never invited her.

While they were talking, most of the talented and beautiful people in the lobby stood up and looked at the door together.

Tang Wenyuan looked towards the door and saw a personable son walking in.

As soon as he entered the door, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

"Master Su, I'm here to participate in the poetry meeting again today."

"Master Su, sit here, sit here."

"Master Su, if Qin Qingjue still refuses to see you today, it means that she is blind."

“…………”

Tang Wenyuan frowned and asked, "Who is this person?" What a big face. ”

Bi Ning sneered at Tang Wenyuan, "You don't even know about him?" Su He, the first genius in the capital, has won the top prize three times, but all of them refused the appointment of the imperial court. ”

Tang Wenyuan shrugged slightly, "It's quite powerful." ”

This is not sycophancy, it is sincere admiration, it is not easy to be the champion in ancient high school, let alone the champion of the Three Realms? If it weren't for the chaos of the imperial court, I'm afraid he wouldn't have allowed him to refuse to accept his fate three times, right?

At this time, the free class of the system store was updated again.

"Encyclopedia of Ancient Poetry", "Selected Prose of the Past Dynasties", and all skills of brush calligraphy.

At this time, Tang Wenyuan couldn't figure out the rules of the system mall update, but he was still very pleased to digest all these books and skills. Although as a traverser, the famous articles that I memorized when I was in school were enough to beat the people of this dynasty, it was nothing more than the ugly writing of my own brush.

With the assistance of the system, he became a generation of calligraphy masters.

Let's say that Su He looked around and came to Tang Wenyuan's table. There were only Tang Wenyuan, Su Qinghan and Night Rose sitting on the table, and there were still vacant seats.

Su He first bowed to Su Qinghan, "I've seen Miss Su." ”

Su Qinghan nodded slightly, which was considered a salute. She didn't have a cold interest in Su He, she couldn't say she hated it, but she didn't have any good feelings either.

Then Su He saluted Tang Wenyuan again, "This is the famous son of Tang Tiezhu, right?" Look up for a long time. ”

Tang Wenyuan returned the salute, "I'm glad to be there." In terms of fame, it naturally belongs to Brother Su. ”

"Haha, Tang Gongzi is modest, I heard that Tang Gongzi became famous as soon as he sang, and he was invited by Qin Qingjue, but it is a pity that I couldn't hear Tang Gongzi's beautiful singing voice with my own ears. Can I sit here? ”

"Please."

Su He sat down and smiled at Night Rose, who was expressionless and ignored him. As a person who has been the champion of the Three Realms, he naturally knows that Night Rose is wearing the clothes of Jinyiwei, and he has a judgment on the rumor that Tang Wenyuan is a person in the palace.

"Tang Gongzi is here to participate in the poetry meeting?" Su He asked.

Tang Wenyuan didn't think about it at the small poetry meeting, and his answer was more casual, "If you have nothing to do, you will come over to join in the fun." ”

"I heard that Tang Gongzi sings well, and his talent is also first-class, right?" Su He asked again.

"I've read a few old books."

"Since Tang Gongzi is so modest, why don't you compare it later?"

Tang Wenyuan was stunned, what kind of logic does this person have? I'm so humble, or Bibi?