"If you dare to touch me, then you don't want to get a penny of poetry from me!" He Huan was also a little panicked, if he was moved by He Sanyi, he had no choice but to be dumb and eat Coptis chinensis and couldn't say it, even if he retaliated afterwards, but it became a fact that he was beaten, he was beaten by a dog, which is insulting. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"If you don't give it to me, you will say that the second son, you are withered, and you can't think of poetry!" He Huan thought that he could scare He Sanyi, but he didn't know that He Sanyi was now confused by the pleasure of the following crimes, and he couldn't be interrupted easily.

"Did my good third brother give you two pieces of silver bread?" He Huan shouted loudly, although his third brother is a little hateful, one thing is certain, that is, he knows the value of He Harmony and knows how to use He Harmony's value, He Harmony studies at home all the year round, so he naturally has a bookish temperament, and his writing is also very good.

And his good third brother wants to get the favor of a woman and the appreciation of his father at home, so naturally he Huan got those poems and songs here.

"What do you mean?" He Sanyi's footsteps finally stopped.

"What do I mean?" He Huan looked at He Sanyi and stopped, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then glared angrily, "What do I mean, don't you know?" This is already my good third brother, the fourth or fifth time to get verses from me, each time it's two pieces of silver cake? He Huan said with a sneer, although he He Huan is not a famous Confucian student, he is also a rare talent.

His poems took out ten silver cakes, and there were still a hundred taels, and his good third brother would not be ignorant, but every time only two pieces were sent by He Sanyi, how could there be no greasy in this?

"If it really goes on, although I can't catch you moving me, don't forget, I can tell you about this money!" He Huan looked at He Sanyi over there coldly and said.

"How could the third prince admit the verses he got from you!" He Sanyi was a little flustered, but he still stiffened his mouth and said, he was indeed greedy for the money that the third prince gave to He Huan, and the amount was not small, but he also knew that if he was in public, the third prince would definitely not admit to buying poetry.

"Yes, although he won't admit it, but don't forget, what kind of scene is it for you to be a dog who eats inside and outside and is known by the owner?" He Huo said step by step, who is not corrupt, who doesn't want to smoke some oil and water, although this is an unspoken rule, but it also has to be unknown, once it is exposed, then He Sanyi will not be able to eat even if he does not die, at least he can't do it anymore.

"What do you want?" He Sanyi was panicked now, and he also thought of the consequences.

This He Harmony can be beaten by He Sanyi and has to poke things out, although he will be hated by the third son, but He Harmony is already in debt and does not worry about his body, even Mrs. Wei has been offended, so why not do it matter if he has one more time.

"Pick up these two silver cakes for me!"

"You!" He Sanyi pointed to He Harmony over there.

"Why don't you pick it up, right?" He Hui would not let go of He Sanyi at all.

"I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up!" He Sanyi lowered his head and bent his body, as if kneeling down in front of He Huan.

Looking at He Sanyi's appearance, He Huan's heart couldn't help but feel refreshed, when did He Sanyi not be arrogant and domineering in the past, but He Huan didn't care about He Sanyi, but today He Sanyi still knelt in front of him He Huan.

"What kind of verses does my good third brother want!" He Sanyi thought that it would be difficult to get He Harmony's verses today, and he was about to leave with a low face, but he was stopped by He Harmony.

"My third son wants to take Miss Wei to enjoy the flowers this time, and this Miss Wei likes plum blossoms! So my third son wants a plum blossom poem. He San spoke consciously.

"Plum blossoms?" He Huan frowned, this girl's family looks at peonies and loves roses and qionghua, but there are really few people who love plum blossoms, because plum blossoms are bare for most of the year, and flower buds will emerge in the cold winter, how many girls are willing to run out to enjoy plum blossoms in the cold winter?

"Why can't the second son come up with such talent?" He Sanyi looked at He Huan and frowned, and there was no movement for a long time, and there was a sense of comfort in his heart.

"Bring it!" He Huan said.

"What?"

"Do you think it's free?" He Huan stretched out five fingers.

"Five pieces of silver?" He Sanyi looked at He Huan's outstretched fingers, although five pieces were higher than the two pieces he gave before, but he couldn't get anywhere, every time the third prince gave ten yuan, He Sanyi couldn't help but disdain in his heart when he looked at He Harmony, cheap people are cheap seeds, they have never seen the world, five silver cakes hehe He Sanyi can still earn five yuan.

"It's not that I'm fast, it's fifty dollars!" He Huan said to He Sanyi over there.

"Fifty?" He Sanyi was dumbfounded: "Why don't you go and grab it?" ”

"Is it fast to grab this?" He Hui asked rhetorically, choking He Sanyi had nothing to say.

He Sanyi clenched his fists and turned his face again.

"Poetry goes down for a long time, but if you don't want to give it, I'm afraid you won't have to earn it in the future!" He Huan said to He Sanyi, although He Huan has a hatred with Mrs. Wei, it stands to reason that he also has a grudge with the third son, but he has no enmity with money.

Although some people say that scholars should treat money as dung, but in He Huan's view, it is completely a fart, and he knows etiquette with enough money, not even money, not even enough food, and no warm clothes, so what kind of dignity does he care? With these fifty pieces of silver cake, He Hui can do a lot of things, and his pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all very expensive, and they all need to be bought. And the most important thing is that He Huan remembered that his mother's death day seemed to be coming.

"I don't have that much on me!" He Sanyi spoke. "You write to me first, and I'll go back and get it to you!" He San's eyes turned around, thinking about deceiving the verses in He Huan's hand first. As for going back and giving it to He Huan, it was just a fart.

"Huh?" He Huan sneered, he didn't know about He Sanyi's little trick?

"So what? Miss Wei is coming! ”

"Take off your clothes!" He Huan didn't want to lose such a business, "Put your leather clothes here first, you leave with the verses, and wait for when you have money, and you will redeem it again!" He Sanyi was wearing an antelope skin known as warm gold, which was much more than fifty silver cakes.