Today's ** is bright, the time is early, it is not appropriate to go to the Moon Tower at this time, Zhao Ji came to this Yuhua Pavilion. For Yuhua Pavilion, Zhao Ji has also heard of it for a long time, some people call this the literary holy place of the capital, and some people call it the Genius Building, as a literati and elegant guest, he has long been interested in coming to see it.

Listening to the discussion outside, it was okay at first, but hearing Fang Tengmou's words, Zhao Ji became a little angry. With a sneer, Yang Jian came over with his ear, and he said in a deep voice, "Yang Jian, give Li Boji a will, and let him be the judge of this Oiran Competition!" ”

Li Gang, Li Boji, this person is notoriously upright, and he has a high prestige in Shilin, and he is the judge, and those students can't say anything. Zhao Ji doesn't want people to say that he oppresses people with power, if he is not the emperor today, with his poetry and the singing and dancing of his teacher, he can't win the championship?

From Zhao Ji's tone, you can hear how angry he is, Yang Jian hurriedly bent down and comforted, "Official, why bother with those people? ”

"Huh? Yang Jian, do you think that the master can win the championship because of me? ”

Yang Jian smiled bitterly in his heart, isn't this obvious, if it weren't for Zhao Ji's reasons, no matter how powerful Master Li is, it would be impossible for him to win the Oiran for a second time, you know, Cui Niannu of Fang Lou is not worse than Master Li. Maybe it's not all Zhao Ji's reason, but at least his factors account for a large part, because today's officials stand behind the teacher, causing other people to have few talented people to give speeches, which has objectively affected the fairness of the Oiran Contest, after all, no one wants to offend today's officials because of an Oiran Contest.

He knew it in his heart, but Yang Jian didn't dare to tell the truth, he frowned, as if he was a little angry, "Official, with your talent, it will not be worse than Master Su, those people say these words, they are nothing more than jealous of the butler's talent, don't be like them!" ”

"Hmph, this time I want to really try it, don't say more, after returning to the palace, I will give Li Boji a will!"

"Hey, don't worry, the little one remembers" nodded, Yang Jian smiled harmoniously, touched the teacup on the table, it seemed to be a little cold, he whispered, "Official, this tea is cold, why don't we go for a walk elsewhere, Steward Zhu just transported a batch of Taihu stones to Genyue Garden, I heard that the largest one is four zhang high!" ”

Yang Jian's words really aroused Zhao Ji's interest, because Zhao Ji can be regarded as a real literati, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and his hobby for exotic flowers and plants, rugged and beautiful stones has also reached an obsessive Cheng Dù. If he was just a genius, Zhao Ji would definitely be famous for eternity, but he was really not suitable to be an emperor. There is no problem with a wide range of preferences, the problem is that he doesn't know how much impact the wanton convergence of Huashigang has caused to the people, and it is precisely because of Zhu? Witty? Tienai? ??? No. 紌hì Fang La uprising? p>Gen Yueyuan is the stupidest thing Zhao Ji did to satisfy his preferences, not to mention the loss of money and money, it filled the court with a foul atmosphere. Because of Genyue Garden, how many officials have filled their pockets.

Genyue Garden is located between Jinglongmen and Fengqiumen, and the north and south mountains arch each other. There are some strange flowers and trees in the courtyard, craggy and strange stones, like Yunnan-Guizhou lava rock, Wukang stone, Fujian lychee, longan, olive, Qiongzhou coconut, Huxiang wood and bamboo, in short, Genyue Garden has gathered all the good things from all over the country, now it is only early spring, the garden is already rippling, the grass and trees are lush.

As soon as Zhao Ji quietly left Yuhua Pavilion, Zhao Yougong walked in slowly, at this time he was holding a fan in his right hand and a long-haired mastiff in his left hand. This mastiff is an authentic Tibetan mastiff bought by Zhao Yougong in the hands of a Tibetan merchant, although it is only three months old, it is already a bit of a beast. Today is a good time to walk your dog.

This Tibetan mastiff is called Da Zhuang, Zhao Yougong is not a literati and ink writer, and he can't think of any good names. Most of the guests in the hall were laughing, but as soon as Zhao Yougong came in, they all frowned. Why did the little county king come to Yuhua Pavilion and lead a dog.

"Hey, this brother, please raise your legs, otherwise I will bite you, and my son will not accompany you!"

Everyone in the hall had the urge to laugh, but the dog was not above his knees, and it was still biting? I was disdainful in my heart, but no one dared to laugh, because dogs don't bite people, the problem is that King Zhao Xiaojun can bite people, he not only bites, but often bites people ruthlessly.

Although the mastiff is vicious, it is not as fierce as the little king!

Entering the Yuhua Pavilion, Zhao Yougong walked straight towards Fang Tengmou's table, and when he saw him coming, Fang Tengmou and the three of them quickly got up and arched their hands, "Why did the little county king have to come here today?" ”

Following Fang Tengmou's appearance, Zhao Yougong also hurriedly arched his hand, he swept the faces of Fang Tengmou and the others, tilted his head and smiled, "This king came to you, I heard that your poetry is very powerful, just help me do something!" ”

"Poetry?" Fang Tengmou looked at Bai Hanrui and Hou Yuxin next to him, the three of them all had a look of doubt on their faces, the little county king is notoriously unlearned, why is he also interested in poetry today?

"Well, yes, it's poetry, it's the Oiran Contest in a few days, each of you writes a few words, this king lets Nian Nuer pick one, as long as Nian Nuer can win the championship, this king will be grateful!"

Seeing Zhao Yougong's relaxed appearance, Fang Tengmou's face began to twitch, this little county king is really worthy of being famous for not learning and not knowing. It's not impossible to help make poems, the problem is that the little king opens his mouth and comes by himself, and he really treats poetry as cabbage on the street. With an embarrassed smile, Bai Hanrui arched his hand and said, "Little Junwang, why don't you let me think about it later?" ”

"Well, it's for some thought, I heard that you need inspiration for poetry!" Zhao Yougong touched his chin and read the words, pondered for a while, he smiled and said, "This king understands, so let's do it, you three go to the Fang Building with me, let's think slowly, every qiē cost is the king's!" ”

"Huh?" Fang Tengmou's surprise is not small, although it is said that the romance of a talented man is an elegant thing in the world, but in broad daylight, who can lose this face. Like Fang Tengmou, Bai Hanrui and Hou Yuxin also had similar expressions, "King Jun, this is not necessary"

"What, don't give face to this king?" Zhao Yougong's face changed, he was still smiling just now, but now he is frowning and glaring, and it is a loss that he has no beard at a young age, otherwise he can really make his beard float. Shaking the dog chain, then Zhao Yougong snorted coldly, "Da Zhuang, give this king a bite"

The half-big mastiff was very obedient, "Wow, wow" called a few immaturely, opened his mouth and grabbed Fang Tengmou's trouser leg, don't look at the mastiff small, but he was very energetic, and he bit his trouser leg and didn't let go.

I didn't bite, but I had a dog hanging from my trouser leg, so what's going on? Fang Tengmou felt that he was really stupid, he had nothing to say to Zhao Yougong, this bastard was unreasonable. Fang Tengmou's expression was extremely embarrassed, and he wanted to shake off Da Zhuang with one kick, but he was afraid of hurting the dog, and Hou Yuxin and Bai Hanrui next to him were afraid that Zhao Yougong would do something again, so they hurriedly surrendered their hands and begged for mercy, "Little Junwang, I'll wait, I'll wait to go?" ”

"Wouldn't that have been said earlier?" Whistling, Da Zhuang was relieved, Zhao Yougong hooked his fingers towards the three of them and walked out swaggeringly, Fang Tengmou and the three of them all smiled bitterly, and went to the ** party in broad daylight, this joke made a big fuss.

As soon as the three talented people left Yuhua Pavilion with Zhao Yougong, there was a burst of laughter in the building, this Zhao Yougong is really stupid as a pig and a dog, no matter how good the words written by the three talented people are, can they compare to today's officials?

At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the status of literati was very high, especially when the Oiran Contest was approaching. Seeing Zhao Yougong, Mother Wu trembled at first, but when she saw the three people behind Zhao Yougong, she turned to laugh, it seems that King Zhao Xiaojun really worked hard to get Sister Cui's son. The three great talents in Jiangnan, which they usually can't invite, if they can leave a few new words for Sister Cui'er, this Oiran contest will be more certain.

Wu's mother doesn't read much, but she also knows the names of the three great talents in Jiangnan, and most of the discussions between the girls after tea and dinner over the years are these three people. That woman doesn't like talents, not to mention that these three people are still suave and smooth babies.

"Oh, Fang Gongzi, Hou Gongzi, Bai Gongzi, the slave family is polite!"

Mother Wu called a thousand, and the hand unconsciously touched Fang Tengmou's chest, Rao is eldest son Fang is used to being romantic, and he couldn't help but shudder. Mother Wu was too enthusiastic, her eyes were turbulent, and her mouth was red and gorgeous, as if she was going to swallow the handsome and extraordinary Fang Gongzi.

Zhao Yougong felt very faceless, when did the three talents show their faces more than him? It seems that not only talented and beautiful women are liked, but even talented and beautiful men are also popular.

"Ahem, can't you talk less nonsense? Hurry up and take us upstairs, the three sons are here to help Nian Nu'er, what are you doing here? ”

Zhao Yougong stared at each other, and the ** son felt a sudden sudden, why was she confused, the little county king was here, she greeted the three talents with a good heart, and put the little county king aside. What kind of person is the little county king, if you can't make sense in three or two sentences, it's good that you haven't done it now.

"Hey, look at the slave family is confused, you come with the slave family, Nian Nu'er is waiting upstairs!"

Waiting? Zhao Yougong was so strange, he pushed open Cui Niannu's door, and he understood, he was not waiting! At this time, Nian Nu'er knelt in front of Yaoqin, and the precious white wood incense was burned on the table. In addition to Xiaotan and Cui Niannu, there was also a man sitting in the room with his eyes closed, this man had a gray beard and his face was also full of wrinkles, no matter how he looked at it, he would be over half a hundred years old. The most important thing is that the old man's face is as black as iron, and his eyebrows are squeezed into a heap, which is really ugly.

He Zhu? Zhao Yougong's face is not very good-looking, before Master Li fell in love with the little old man Zhou Bangyan, and now Cui Niannu is privately stroking the piano for the old man He, looking at the gentle and watery appearance, it is really jealous.

Hearing a few coughs at the door, Nian Nu'er turned her head slightly, but her fingers did not stop. Zhao Yougong's expression was too obvious, and the corners of Cui Niannu's mouth curled up, revealing a little meaningful smile.

Giggles, is it a taste? Nian Nu'er hoped that Zhao Yougong would be really jealous, but she knew that most of this qiē was fake.

"The king of the county is so idle!" He Zhu opened his eyes and nodded to say hello. Literati are all arrogant, and He Zhu is no exception.

Zhao Yougong sat on the cushion close to Cui Niannu and glared at He Zhu very unceremoniously, "You can come, but this king can't come?" ”

As soon as King Zhao Xiaojun came, the smell of gunpowder in the boudoir was suddenly full, Nian Nu'er left Yaoqin with her hand, turned her jaw, and said softly and angrily, "The king of the county is so angry, He Tongju was invited by the slave family to help!" ”

Zhao Yougong smiled unnaturally, and then arched his hand at He Zhu, but he was too old to have the same knowledge as Zhao Yougong. Of course, everyone knows what kind of person Zhao Yougong is, and it is good that he can apologize.

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