"Go down the mountain to find a young brother...... I don't want to become a Buddha, I don't want to recite the Buddha Prajnapara! ”

Yuan Chun's mother concubine was favored by the emperor, and her appearance accounted for seven points, and Kunqu Opera had another three points, which can be seen from him. The narrow Danfeng eyes, open and closed, are full of endless customs.

Yuan Chun's singing has ended, the sound of the pipa continues, Mo Shuangyun lowered his eyebrows, focused on his fingers, and slowly twisted and wiped and picked. He has always shown himself as a mature and old man, but now with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and he is intoxicated by the song, like a young man who lives in the city and is admired by countless girls.

The end gradually subsided, Mo Shuangyun lowered his eyebrows, and the sound of the pipa was suddenly put away.

Yuan Chun sat down next to Mo Shuangyun, "I'm really old, this "Sifan" should be sung to young people." ”

Mo Shuangyun said with relief, "If the prince says this, wouldn't it make those newcomers ashamed of themselves." ”

Although the two are a generation apart, strictly speaking, the age difference is only about ten years old, and the scene of sitting together talking and laughing is as beautiful as a painting.

Su Baiqing lowered his head, he stood here, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, living like a dirt bun. But Yuan Chun ignored his situation, he had already been mentally prepared, after all, it was he who lost his words first.

Su Baiqing's father is a showman who failed to make the list, he has been taking the imperial examination for a lifetime, and when he died, he didn't even catch a lifter, he still has a little literary talent on weekdays, he writes letters and poems for others, and he also writes drama books, "Yongfang Class" is the largest drama troupe in Fujiang, the drama books are sold, and you can also carry a pot of wine back on the way home.

Because of this relationship, Su Baiqing often has the opportunity to listen to plays in the "Yongfang Class", and the most famous thing about the Yongfang Class is not his songs, but because there is an emperor's concubine in this troupe, and the little sparrow flies on the branch and becomes a phoenix, of course it will be talked about by the people.

But when Su Baiqing first saw Yuan Chun, he didn't know that he was seeing the legendary prince.

"Little ghost, everyone else wants to ask for fame, once the fish jumps into the dragon gate, you are strange." Yuan Chun knew Su Baiqing's name, and he always called a ghost.

Su Baiqing sat on the cabinet, his two little short legs dangling, "My father also hopes that I can read well, but I just like it." ”

"yes, what's the way you like it?" Won Chun didn't expect that he would one day empathize with a little boy.

"I'm in a good mood today, little ghost, you're blessed." Yuan Chun was dressed in a costume, and his phoenix eyes softened people's hearts.

The tune of "Nightmare in the Garden" hovers in this small room, and Won Chun sings an unaccompanied play, singing to his imp audience.

Yuan Chun became the ninth prince and built a stage in his palace, but the original little ghost was no longer his only audience.

The Mo family master is good at pipa, and can understand his preferences, so he is probably Yuan Chun's best audience. Su Baiqing thought with some sadness, he touched his sleeve, there was a thick pile of scripts, all of which he wrote down in the interval between preparing for the scientific expedition, he had actually always remembered the agreement with that brother, but Yuan Chun was definitely unwilling to sing the script he wrote now.

Su Baiqing secretly glanced over there, Yuan Chun probably looked down on Su Baiqing who sought fame.

"Bai Qing, why are you in a daze?" Ink Frost waved her hand in front of him.

"Sorry......"

"Didn't you say that you have something to say to the Nine Princes?" Ink Frost asked.

Although Yuan Chun was sitting, he raised his chin and waited for Su Baiqing to speak.

Mo Shuangyun was also very helpless, something must have happened between these two people, but he didn't know, and now it was really embarrassing to be sandwiched between the two.

Su Baiqing said with difficulty, "The Ninth Prince, when you were in the palace, you were disrespectful to the prince, and today I specially came to ask the prince for my guilt, and I also asked the prince not to remember the villain." “

Yuan Chun snorted lightly, "Slave face......

Mo Shuangyun immediately interrupted him, "Bai Qing is going to enter the court in the future, and I will trouble the prince to take him a little more." ”

"...... me?" Yuan Chun couldn't believe it, but he still couldn't say that there was him without me, and there was me without him.

"Lord Wang...... Did you also serve in the imperial court? Su Baiqing raised his head and asked.

Yuan Chun turned his head, "What?" You are only allowed to seek fame, but I am not allowed to be an official? ”

Mo Shuangyun saw that the big thing was not good, and hurriedly blocked between the two of them, "The appointment order of the Nine Princes Dao Criminal Department has just come down. ”

Probably because Mo Shuangyun blocked Yuan Chun, Su Baiqing also became bolder, "Then why do you look down on me?" ”

"Do you have anything worth looking up to?" Yuan Chun sneered.

"You...... You ......"

"Huh."

Mo Shuangyun thought to herself, fortunately, the contradiction between the two in the future was reconciled by Yuan Zheng.

"Lord Wang!"

"What's the matter?" Won Chun's tone was very bad.

"Prince...... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince invites you to enter the palace, and the head of the Mo family also invites to go with you. ”

"Retire first." Su Baiqing hurriedly said goodbye.

Mo Shuangyun nodded, "Lord Wang, let's go." ”

"Oh." Wonchun didn't seem to be in such a good mood either.

Ink Frost rubbed her temples in anguish, what happened between the two?

The emperor's poor health is basically a tacit fact in the heart of the imperial court, and the center of power is gradually shifting to the Yuan Zheng, and at present, the big and small things are basically handled by the Yuan Zheng.

Yuan Zheng heard the announcement that they were coming in, and put down the music in his hand, "Ah Yun, Uncle Jiu." ”

"How come the juniors of the Yuan family are closer to people with a foreign surname like Ah Yun, Ah Xiao is like this, even the prince is like this." Won-chun quipped.

Mo Shuangyun was worried that Yuan Chun's temperament was too aggressive and would not be suitable for the imperial court, but then he found that he still didn't know much about Yuan Chun, Yuan Chun could ridicule Yuan Zheng who was younger than him, and he had always maintained toughness and authority for ministers who disagreed with him, so that some of his ideas were implemented very quickly.

Yuan Zheng said with a smile, "Ah Yun is also his own family, and he is also the younger generation of Uncle Jiu." “

"I don't dare." Yuan Chun's deliberately exaggerated expression eased the atmosphere between the three of them a lot.

"Gao Yan asked us to come over because he had something to say, right?" Ink Frost Yun cuts to the chase.

"Wait a minute, there's one more guest."

Su Baiqing didn't expect to be called into the palace by Yuan Zheng just after leaving the Nine Kings' Mansion, and now when he meets Yuan Chun again, he doesn't have the courage to look at him at all.

"Who is it? Let me and Ah Yun wait. "Yuan Chun's Yin Yang Strange Qi Dao.

"We're not new here." Mo Shuangyun lowered her voice again and said, "Don't bully Bai Qing all the time. ”

Records of the Bamboo Pavilion

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