"Reserved, reserved."

Liu Ji really couldn't stand her stickiness, but she couldn't stand the pounces of others, so she could only make it difficult for her.

Du Miaoru's pretty face was flushed, her eyes were full of spring, and her voice was wild and shy.

"Lang Jun only comes back once in ten days, and he doesn't let the slave wait for him once."

Liu Ji was speechless for a moment, and with her movements, she gradually became angry and slandered, and suddenly turned over and pressed her to the couch.

……

After the passion, the two shrank in the quilt, too lazy to move, and only with her can Liu Ji let go of the things in her mind and relax in her gentle township.

The decoration project of the house of Jinchangfang is nearing completion, the large courtyard in front has been transformed into an open-air garden, he is in accordance with the style of the leisure club of later generations, a circle of nine-curved corridors as the main body of the garden, around the artificial pool that originally existed, there is naturally no scenery in winter, but those weeping willows planted on the edge of the pool, after experiencing frost, will form a beautiful scenery full of ice edges, jade trees and branches, but it will not look monotonous.

Of course, the hardware is in place, and the software has to keep up, according to his meaning, get a bunch of beautiful girls, put on rabbit clothes, hold a pool party or something, quasi-insurance sensation Chang'an City, but this is not people's style, that's called out of line.

Datang is open, but it has not reached this point.

So, someone can only put away that little bit of bad taste, and honestly play elegant art, what is elegant, poetry and music, and barely can add singing and dancing, all of which he is not good at.

Fortunately, he doesn't understand, others understand, the famous tricks of this era, don't know how to point to piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, really have no face to mix in Chang'an, although Du Miaoru said that he was born in Qiuzi, he can't stand the foundation of others, what is the crime, he was the daughter of the official family before he offended, those things he didn't understand, people have played a door since he was a child, and what he lacks is just a name.

This aspect is his strength, how did the name come out, it was praised, the future generations relied on advertising, this will rely on touting, and celebrities and celebrities can only become famous by touting each other.

There is really such a person in his house, Cen Shen.

The children of the early Tang Dynasty famous Xiangcen text, how can they be regarded as a famous family, Tianbao entered the second place in Shike in three years, Shilin looked up, and coupled with his own poet foundation, it became the best advertising platform.

Not to mention, Cen Shen is familiar with this line of work, back then, Zuomu Anxi, basically saw one and touted one, from Gao Xianzhi to Feng Changqing, how did the meat and hemp come, and the Anxi Town Army sang military songs, all of them were in this tune, and he followed it for a long time, and he could hum a few words.

General Gai, the real husband, was written by this buddy, how straightforward.

In the years since Cen Shen returned to Beijing, he has been in harmony with all kinds of people and other poems, and even the food money can be saved by half, and there is no place to sleep, and people can stay for a few nights when they are happy.

Liu Ji also mentioned it to him, and as a result, he pulled a group of celebrities the next day, went to Jinchangfang, after a trip, he was tired, and occasionally came to borrow water around this house, and found a place to rest, and then it became an occasional interest, and when he entered the garden, he saw those ingenious and ingenious things that were completely different from other places, and left one or two poems, which was naturally the proper meaning, and slowly the reputation spread.

"Wonderful Pavilion, this name is good, who gave it, the words are also good, catch up with Ming'er to engrave a plaque and hang it, and we will open."

Liu Ji looked at a piece of writing on the table, and with his skills, he could also see that it was a little good, so he asked casually.

"It's just that Mrs. Cen entrusted Yan Yushi in the capital last time, and she only sent it over yesterday, and the ink hasn't dried yet." Du Miaoru was close to his body, her eyes tightly closed.

"Yan Zhenqing?"

"Yes, it's him, I heard that he was sent out to be Sima, and when Master Cen said goodbye, he specially asked him to keep the ink treasure."

Yan Zhenqing's true handiwork? Damn, how much is this worth, put it in future generations, it will be a national first-class cultural relic, a national treasure.

Liu Ji sat up and found that there was a handful of paper on the table, all of which were full of writing, and picked up one casually, which was a poem.

Gao shi.

Pick up another one, Cui Hao, is the one who wrote "The people of the past have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here", which makes future generations sigh "There is a scene in front of me, and Cui Hao's inscription poem is on the top".

The next one, Wang Changling.

Then there are Chu Guangxi, Xue Ju, Liu Changqing, and Li Ji...... and so on, a large number of well-known or unknown names, almost including the most famous poets of the Tang Dynasty, and the last one is even more thunderous, because he is called.

Du fu.

At this moment, what Liu Ji thought was that if he could return to the future life immediately, it would be bull B, how many houses would have to be exchanged, not in the third ring of the imperial capital, we still can't look down on it.

"Hang up, hang it all up, this is the best publicity, Lao Cen is good, it's powerful."

Du Miaoru was excited when she heard him say it, and couldn't help but open her eyes.

"I don't even have a scarlet robe, so it's worth hanging up, if it's Feng Gong's handwriting, it's good."

Feng Changqing? Liu Ji glanced at her speechlessly: "Vulgar, you have to brush your reputation in Shilin first, high-ranking officials are not suitable at the moment, you have to let them flock to them and maintain a high image, understand." ”

Du Miaoru nodded as if she didn't understand: "Aren't you going to inquire about the affairs of the DPRK and China, and it's not good to keep them out." ”

"That's called building a nest to attract phoenixes, the higher you can't climb, the more they will pounce, and when the time comes, what kind of news can't be obtained."

"The slave is afraid that he will not be able to resist it then."

"That's why you need a strong backer, don't worry, no one dares to touch you with her."

"With Lang Jun here, the slave is not afraid."

Liu Ji hugged her smooth and delicate body, a little uneasy.

"The opening is imminent, you have to set the rules, you can't just let anyone in, you have to grade, only the most distinguished VIP guests, can enter the courtyard, this list, to exclude those who eat idle dinner, it's useless and easy to cause trouble, the first issue is dominated by celebrities, and appropriately add some court officials who can be called celebrities, how is your song and dance rehearsal, can it be a hit?"

"What is a cannon?"

"Cannons are ......"

Liu Ji showed a wicked smile, and saw Du Miao's face glowing, and he hid in his arms in shame.

Li Mao never expected that the Son of Heaven would take him so far, and what he didn't expect was that he would come to this place.

In front of his eyes, there is a temple, which is enshrined, not the gods and Buddhas, nor the three Qing immortals, but a portrait of a woman, the person in the painting is dignified and beautiful, gentle and virtuous, dressed in Zhai clothes, wearing a crown of beads, and a familiar smile, which makes his eyes hot, and he is stunned there.

Li Longji took a pillar of incense lit by the chamberlain, prayed silently, and inserted it in the incense burner in front of the desk.

The wooden plaque in front of the portrait is engraved with the words "The position of the former Empress Wu of Zhenshun".

After doing all this, he turned around, looked at the tall figure, and spoke.

"Put incense on your mother."

Li Mao stepped forward with tears in her eyes, lit an incense stick with her own hands, and inserted it into the furnace, and a good smell of sandalwood suddenly filled the surroundings.

"I remember that your mother liked this incense the most, and she had to light one every day before going to bed, and now that she is gone, this incense cannot be broken."

"Don't dare or forget."

Li Mao knelt on the ground, respectfully kowtowed, and then rose in three directions.

Li Longji looked at the woman in the painting and muttered to himself.

"Ah Pu is old, when the day comes, remember to bury the two of us together."

Li Mao, who had just stood up, immediately knelt on the ground and said silently: "I don't dare to obey the edict." ”

Li Longji said to himself unconsciously: "As an emperor, there will always be unsatisfactory places, but if you are born in a people's house, how can you see that kind of scenery, I have some regrets in this life, but I will never regret it, Li Mao, one day, you will understand." ”

Li Mao was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and only then did he realize that the attendants and guards who followed behind him, I don't know when, were all scattered.

"Get up, I just saw your mother and felt it."

"Aya isn't old." Li Mao stood up and said in a low voice.

"I don't dare to get old." Li Longji's eyes were full of energy, and in an instant, he regained the imperial momentum of looking at the world, which made his heart sink.

"What do you think of this Dadu Protector?"

"I'm scared."

"Fear what? With 100,000 soldiers in Qingtang, he captured this Chang'an City? ”

Li Mao was about to kneel down again, but was held up by a pair of strong hands, and his father's aggressive gaze pierced straight into his heart.

"In the first year of Tang Long, I was just a county king, with 30 million horsemen, I punished the world, in the second year of the first year, I had less than 10,000 people in my hands, and I drove the Taiping back to the clan, and gave you 100,000 tigers and wolves...... Ambition? ”

"Chen never dares to ......" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted.

"Don't dare, you have the blood of Taizu and Taizong in your body, the blood of Emperor Wu, and the blood of me, which of them are all characters who look down on the world, how can you come here, you don't dare."

"Do you think that I gave your mother the position of queen just to give her a wish? Emperor Wu persecuted the clan, even your imperial grandmother was not spared, I hate, but everything I learned from her, the emperor, should be ruthless, not dare. ”

"If I don't dare, what will this Tang world become, have you thought about it?"

The words of the Son of Heaven cut through his heart like a knife.

"Li Mao, do you hate?"

Li Mao's tears rained down, and with all his strength, he broke free of his hands and fell to the ground.

"Kill the son, beg Aye, kill the son."

Gao Lishi, who had been paying attention to this side, made a gesture so that the guards in the shadows did not have to move, Li Longji looked at him steadily, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and said in a very unfamiliar tone.

"An Lushan is going to Beijing, you lead hundreds of officials to the suburbs to greet you."

With that, he put his hands behind his back and turned to leave.