Gu Xi pulled the corners of his mouth noncommittally.

He used up all the stock in his stomach.

Originally, he didn't remember many poems, but now it is difficult for Gu Xi to recite any poems.

Unless he goes back and asks Yaoyao to recite a few songs.

After all, Yaoyao recited more poems to later generations than he did.

King Zhao looked at the wild grass on the wall, although he couldn't recognize a few words, he inexplicably felt that Gu Xi was very powerful.

Gu Xi's drunken and uninhibited posture made King Zhao even more unforgettable.

Merry and famous, King Zhao has seen a lot, but none of them are as handsome as Gu Xi and have a perfect posture.

What's more, Gu Xi is also the only celebrity who dares to teach King Zhao a lesson.

Gu Xi can not only compose poems and drink, but also praise and disparage current affairs, but also judge cases.

King Zhao admired Gu Xi more and more, and firmly believed that Gu Xi's future was limitless.

Emperor Yan Wen, like the rest of the Murong family, looked at his face.

It's just that King Zhao and others are more obvious, and Emperor Yan Wen is more subtle.

If the beauty is not stunning, Emperor Yan Wen will not be fortunate to her, the biggest advantage of the beauty over her sisters is that she is beautiful and has the best reputation.

"Does Gu Langjun agree or not?"

"No, it shouldn't."

Gu Xi directly refused, and said lazily: "I don't have any suitable poems for King Zhao." ”

Gu Jiayao said: "Shouldn't my father go back?" If it's too late, the mother will be worried, and maybe the mother will rush over. ”

The men and women in the building looked at Gu Xi's eyes with enthusiasm and terrible.

Although Cai's family claims to be an artist but not a woman, she has the grace of her mother, the queen mother, but the female disciples who follow her do not have this honor.

Of course, the women in the building will not be forced to pick up customers.

They value talent more.

Gu Xi is simply the best choice.

"Oh, by the way, this king remembers, Gu Langjun is good everywhere, but he is afraid of guilt."

King Zhao joked: "In the past, your wife had silver, and you were very tolerant of her, but now you are the eldest son of the British duke, and you have outstanding talent...... Do you still need to worry about Madame? Even if she fell in love with a few beautiful concubines, she didn't dare to say more. ”

Gu Jiayao's eyes were not good, and King Zhao's back tightened inexplicably, does it matter if her father takes a concubine as a daughter?

"Tsk, Gu Langjun is not only afraid of guilt, but also values your daughter too much."

Gu Xi put down his wine glass.

Everyone Cai walked in, Ying Ying bowed, "Thank you Mr. Gu for leaving Mobao, the little woman can't thank you, I would like to ask Mr. Gu to go to the boudoir to talk in detail." ”

"Hahaha, there are only a handful of men who can make everyone Cai take the initiative to invite, it seems that this king can't even touch everyone Cai's dress, you are really a good blessing."

King Zhao and the others coaxed, envying Gu Xi's Yanfu.

Cai everyone smiled frankly and lightly, with a good face, showing the charm of a mature woman.

Gu Xi frowned slightly, and said:

"You don't have to thank me, I write poems, you dance, you take what you need, you don't blame me for being profligate and polluting the walls of the building."

"Mr. Gu's ink treasures are enough to make the building shine, and many people will come here to appreciate the ink treasures in the future."

Everyone Cai knelt down and bowed again: "I have thanked Mr. Gu for the great kindness of the sisters and disciples in the building, and the poems and ink treasures have made them more independent, even if it is just a little bit, it is also the kindness you give." ”

"I invited Mr. Gu to the boudoir, not to serve Mr. Gu, but ...... I want to borrow Mr. Gu's name. ”

"My wife doesn't like me to socialize with women, I have married a wife and had a daughter, and I put all my heart on my wife and daughter, and I really have no time to pity irrelevant people, and I have no intention of saving talented women who have fallen into the dust but are clean and self-reliant."

Gu Xi stood up, and Gu Jiayao stepped forward to hold his arm.

"Yaoyao, I drank a little too much, I'll ...... when I go back"

Gu Xi changed his alienation and indifference to Cai's family, and brought a little flattery: "For the sake of me letting you enjoy a dance, when your mother is angry, Yaoyao can't stand on her side and teach me a lesson, Yaoyao also saw it, I am like a jade for your mother, and I don't have any thoughts." ”

Gu Xi's eyebrows were full of tenderness and affection, "Yaoyao has to help me." ”

"It depends on whether my mother believes you."

Gu Jiayao helped Gu Xi downstairs, "In terms of your flower wine, I only help my relatives and don't help you, but you are not close to my mother." ”

“……”

Gu Xi pressed his temples and sighed heavily.

"But I can prove to my mother that you didn't just appreciate the dance and rejected everyone Cai."

“…… It's worthy of being my daughter, okay, it's enough to have your words, and I didn't wait for you in vain. ”

Everyone: "......"

Although Gu Hu and the other brothers also felt that the eldest brother was so talented, they were afraid of a bit of a loss.

However, thinking of the appearance of the British duke in front of the British duchess, it is the tradition of the British duke's family to be afraid of guilt.

King Zhao saw the loss on the faces of the Cai family and the other women, got up and walked to the railing, and shouted condescendingly to Gu Xi, who had already walked to the door:

"Merry celebrities are already wild and uninhibited, chic and straightforward, unrestrained, Gu Langjun's reputation will be resounding in the capital after today, and many names who are afraid of the inside are not good."

"Can't a romantic celebrity treat his wife and daughter wholeheartedly?"

Gu Xi laughed loudly, "I'm just afraid that my wife will be angry, and I'm afraid that Yaoyao will accuse me of being a scumbag, can't I?" ”

King Zhao: "......"

Everyone: "......"

Could it be that those celebrities in the Southern Dynasty are also like Gu Xi?

That's not right.

Many celebrities and gentlemen are proud to stay overnight in the Qinglou.

The same singer and famous prostitute are proud of their romance.

This is also the Baume & Mercier demeanor they are after!

Could it be that they chased the wrong one?

After today, I don't know how many women were moved by Gu Xi's dedication.

I don't know how many people envy Chiang.

Seeing Gu Xi go away, everyone Cai was sad for a long time, and sighed: "It's also a good thing that there is a lucky woman like Mrs. Jiang in the world. ”

King Rui squeezed the wine glass to relieve the headache.

"Aze is coming here too?"

King Zhao hooked up with Cai's family, and grabbed a few young and beautiful women, "Which one do you like?" There are also a lot of clean virgins in the building, you can choose ......."

Murong Ze didn't even look at King Zhao and the others, and instructed lightly: "Find a craftsman to rub the calligraphy on the wall, and I will present it to Your Majesty tomorrow." ”

"Yes."

"Ah, it turns out that Aze wants to please the imperial brother?"

King Zhao smiled, "It's still Aze who thinks thoughtfully, the imperial brother likes poetry, and is also obsessed with calligraphy and painting." ”

Murong Ze replied: "Your Majesty is not obsessed, calligraphy and painting are just a pastime for Your Majesty, and the importance is only to let the states and counties south of the Yangtze River return to their hearts and recognize that they are already the people of Dayan." ”

"King Zhao, don't forget how the Southern Dynasty perished."

“……”

King Zhao choked enough, but he was used to it.

Murong Ze has always been sharp and unrelenting. Today is a little irritable, it seems that his headache is more serious.

King Zhao didn't want to be angry with his nephew anymore, so he took the beauty to have fun.

He deliberately found a few literati and listened to them analyze what was better in Gu Xi's poems.

Murong Ze slowly closed his eyes, isolating the laughter of men and women outside.