The White House didn't expect Zhao Kai to be so tough, so he had to salute slightly, "Contemptible people, listen to King Yun's words." ”

Zhao Kai opened his mouth and asked again, "Shopkeeper Bai, Miss Bai goes to Daqian Restaurant to eat every day, won't she go to spy on our intelligence?" ”

A drop of cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the White House, "King Yun is too worried, the little girl went to Daqian Restaurant to eat not to spy on intelligence, as for what, presumably King Yun should also be able to guess." ”

Zhao Kai raised his eyebrows, and he definitely had to say, "Sure enough, Jiang Lai, this kid still doesn't admit it." ”

"Brother, you're really at home." A voice suddenly came from a distance, Zhao Kai and the White House looked at it, it was Gao Yaokang, and Gao Yaokang was followed by Wu Kang.

When the White House saw someone coming, he saluted Zhao Kai, "King Yun has a guest, so the contemptible person will retire first." ”

"No." Zhao Kai said lightly.

Zhao Kai doesn't have a good impression of businessmen, in Zhao Kai's eyes, businessmen are all interests first, especially businessmen who make their own ideas, they are simply lustful for profit.

Gao Yaokang and Wu Kang came to the lobby, Gao Yaokang looked at the back of the White House leaving, and suddenly came to Zhao Kai's side and said, "Brother, why is the White House here?" ”

Gao Yaokang said, his appearance suddenly weakened, and his eyebrows raised slightly, "Didn't the White House come to say goodbye to his daughter Bai Rou." ”

Zhao Kai looked helpless, and looked at Gao Yaokang's head with a burst chestnut, "I said Yanei, you can't think about health in your head for a day." ”

Gao Yaokang covered his forehead and looked at Zhao Kai with a look of grievance, "If a man doesn't want this, then it's really unhealthy." ”

The little bean sprouts were behind Zhao Kai, and after hearing Gao Yaokang's words, he said unhappily, "How can that nouveau riche daughter be worthy of King Yun." ”

When Gao Yaokang heard this, he looked at the little bean sprouts, and then at Zhao Kai, and looked obscene again, "Brother, you can do it, even the maids around you don't let go." ”

Zhao Kai raised his hand and was a burst again, "What do you think, say, what are you looking for me?" ”

Gao Yaokang then remembered that Zhao Zhaokai was begging again, and said with a flattering face, "Brother, don't hide it from you, I came this time to ask for something, and I hope that my brother will be successful." ”

"What's the matter?" Zhao Kai felt that there was a conspiracy.

"In this way, I will invite my brother to dinner, and we will talk about how to eat while eating."

Zhao Kai was even more convinced that there was a conspiracy.

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In the west of the city of Tokyo, the restaurant is a restaurant.

Zhao Kai looked at Gao Yaokang with a lewd smile on his face, "Yanei, say, what's the matter with me?" ”

Gao Yaokang smiled, "Hehe, brother, it's only two days to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, I want my brother to write me two poems, so that I can show my face at the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting." ”

Zhao Kai rolled his eyes at Gao Yaokang and asked, "Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting?" What is that? ”

Gao Yaokang listened to Zhao Kai's words, looked like he had seen a ghost, and said, "No, brother, you are famous for the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry, you won't forget it, right?" ”

Zhao Kai was stunned for a moment, and said randomly, "Do I have to remember?" ”

Gao Yaokang's face was black.

Wu Kang saw that Zhao Kai really didn't know, and said, "King Yun, this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is held by the talented people led by you in Tokyo City, and the first Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting was organized by King Yun. ”

"Really? Am I so good? Zhao Kai was a little proud, "The head of Tokyo's talents, a little louder than the title of the champion prince, I like it." ”

Wu Kang looked at Zhao Kai's stinky fart appearance and smiled innocently.

Gao Yaokang couldn't stand it, "Brother, don't show off, help me write a few poems, so that I can also enjoy the scenery at the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting." ”

"But I won't." Zhao Kai looked cute.

It's not that Zhao Kai doesn't help Gao Yaokang, it's that Zhao Kai really can't write poetry, how can he write poetry with the ink in his stomach.

Gao Yaokang looked like I didn't believe it, "Brother, don't be so stingy, you can help me, just one song, just one song." ”

"I really won't."

"Brother." Gao Yaokang had a gloomy face, looking unhappy.

Zhao Kai was helpless, "Okay, okay, look at you like that, I'll write, can't I write." ”

Gao Yaokang immediately smiled, "I know that my brother is the best." ”

Gao Yaokang beckoned, and Xiao Er immediately waited with pen and paper.

Zhao Kai looked helpless, this look was premeditated.

Zhao Kai picked up the pen, dipped the ink in the atmosphere, and wrote on the paper.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival is bright. is biased and clean, how much do you know him, cloudy and sunny.

It is said that it is sunny and sunny, and it is a good season in the world. Good season, wish to have every year, common Mid-Autumn month. ”

This is a Mid-Autumn Moon poem by Xu Youzhen, a Jinshi in the Ming Dynasty, although the Mid-Autumn Festival is not particularly famous, it is just right for Gao Yaokang.

Gao Yaokang picked up the paper with dry handwriting, and said disgustedly, "Brother, why did your words become so ugly, even more ugly than mine." ”

The writing on the paper is crooked, of different sizes, and you can't recognize it as a word if you don't look closely.

But this is not bad for Zhao Kai, Zhao Kai has not practiced calligraphy, it is good to be able to write, and it is impossible to write well.

Zhao Kai saw that Gao Yaokang disliked his words, and snorted, "Hmph, if you don't want it, pay me back." ”

Gao Yaokang reluctantly handed this Mid-Autumn Moon and Mid-Autumn Moon to Xiao Er, "Send it to Gaofu for me after I do it." ”

"No problem, Yanai."

"Alright, let's serve."

"Come on, let's go for the little ones."

"Brother, will you go to the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting this time?" Gao Yaokang said curiously.

Zhao Kai shook his head: "Don't go." ”

"That's a pity." Gao Yaokang said with a regretful face: "I heard that this time, the talented girl Li Qingzhao will also participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting." ”

"Li Qingzhao." Zhao Kai became interested.

Li Qingzhao is a famous talented woman in history, she was born in a scholarly family, and lived a prosperous life in her early days, her father Li Gefei was very rich in books, and she laid a literary foundation in a good family environment when she was a child.

After getting married, she and her husband Zhao Mingcheng devoted themselves to the collection and collation of gold and stone calligraphy and paintings, and engaged in academic research together. Like-minded and happy life. After the Jin soldiers entered the Central Plains, they were exiled to the south, Zhao Mingcheng fell ill and died, and Li Qingzhao was lonely.

In his life, he experienced the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty, which was prosperous on the surface and full of dangers, and the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty, which was turbulent and biased. Li Qingzhao is a rare talented woman in ancient China, she is good at calligraphy and painting, she is familiar with gold and stone, and she is especially good at poetry. Her lyrics are unique and have been passed down through the ages, and she is known as "a great lyricist".

"That's right, Li Qingzhao, I heard that he looks very good." Gao Yaokang fell into his own YY again and couldn't extricate himself.

"I thought about it just now, and as the founder of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, I decided that it would be better to go and see it." Zhao Kai changed his mind.

Li Qingzhao, such a famous person, how could Zhao Kai not see it.