Chapter 103: Poetry self-recommendation

Marry the Tenth Princess? Just because he is a useless literati from a good background?

"No, I don't like her." Guan Yanfeng flatly denied it.

Nodding sympathetically, he smiled, "That's it, tomorrow you will go to the restaurant I told you, and go every day." ”

Actually, Huaxin is ready to take Guan Yanfeng away, after all, he is guilty, once something happens in the capital, and then Guan Yanfeng is implicated, it will not be good.

Show him a clear path, and the rest can only be on his own.

The next day, Guan Yanfeng really went to the restaurant where Meng Jungong frequented, but this was the first time, Guan Yanfeng was very nervous, and he didn't wait for Meng Jungong, so it didn't go well.

When Guan Yanfeng came back, he was listless, so Huaxin casually said a few words of comfort and asked him to wait quietly.

The second time, it was still like this, and it was empty, and then it was like this for five consecutive days, day by day, so that Guan Yanfeng doubted whether what Hua Xin said was true.

It wasn't until the sixth day that Guan Yanfeng went out, and Hua Xin put on a gauze hat and followed.

Seeing Guan Yanfeng enter the restaurant, Huaxin also followed, sat down in an inconspicuous corner, and observed the actions around him.

She bought the janitor in Meng Jungong's mansion, and the little guy said that Meng Jungong would definitely come to the restaurant today, because his wife would definitely eat the pastries that Meng Jungong personally came to the restaurant to buy on the third day of the new year, which is one of the reasons why Meng Jungong has been patronizing this restaurant.

Waiting quietly, Meng Jungong's sedan chair really stopped outside the restaurant.

Huaxin's lips hooked and looked at Guan Yanfeng.

I saw Guan Yanfeng straighten his back and was completely prepared.

It seems that this Guan Yanfeng is not the kind of stupid person who is Adou, at least he can sing the tunes he was taught.

As soon as Meng Jungong walked in, Guan Yanfeng shook his head and sighed, "The wind is loud, and the clouds are rolling." Looking at the moon by the railing, he said that the circle was missing. If it weren't for the young woman, who would sigh? If it is a young woman, the cry is all over the field. The road is not long, and the rotten wood draws new artemisia. Solid, solid, stagnant; Change and change, and change the day. ”

This sigh accompanied by Guan Yanfeng's poem became more and more solemn and sad, causing many people to look this way.

Guan Yanfeng's voice was not big or small, just enough to make Meng Jungong, who approached the door, hear, and sure enough, when this poem was sung, Meng Jungong had already paused and looked at Guan Yanfeng.

The poem sung by Guan Yanfeng mainly said that he couldn't meet someone who appreciated him, and he always felt that the Great Thunder Kingdom was a little complacent, and there was no thriving situation, and he needed to change it to be able to obtain a strong shield that would last longer.

This kind of poem is very touching Meng Jungong, Meng Jungong is dedicated to the country, he did not participate in the internal struggle for the succession, and the emperor is also very clear about Meng Jungong's personality, so he respects him very much, and also married the sixth princess to his eldest son, so that Meng Jungong and the emperor have become in-laws.

"Young man, where did you learn the poems you chanted?" Meng Jungong asked.

Guan Yanfeng saw Meng Jungong looking at him, hurriedly stood up from the table, and bowed deeply to Meng Jungong, and then said without humility or arrogance, "It's the villain who has feelings." ”

Meng Jungong's eyes brightened suddenly, and after he gave a command to the little guy accompanying him, he walked quickly towards Guan Yanfeng.

Huaxin watched from a distance, and when she saw that this matter had been settled, her heart was steady.

This Guan Yanfeng is worthy of being a drama actor, his expression is natural, and there is no trace of deliberateness at all.

The idea she gave Guan Yanfeng should be considered relatively popular, but the strange thing is that there is no literati in the Great Ting Kingdom who recommend themselves in this way, most of them write a letter of worship to go to other people's homes to block it, and there are also those who successfully recommend themselves and are accepted as guests, of course, there are also those who can't even send the worship post, so they are disappointed.

Seeing Meng Jungong sitting opposite Guan Yanfeng, the two of them chatting happily, Hua Xin stood up and walked out of the door with satisfaction.

It's time for her to go, so as not to delay Guan Yan's bright future.

Returning to the inn, after writing a letter hastily, he left here in a low-key manner with his luggage.

This is the center of the capital, so she has to go to a remote place, thinking about opening a mahjong parlor and teaching these ancient people how to play mahjong.

Thinking of the well-made literary mahjong that left Boling, I still can't help but feel sorry in my heart.

She is really bold, how dare she run back to the capital, if in the past, she must run far, but now, I don't know where the courage came from, she is here, and she is ready to live for a long time.

On the other side, Guan Yanfeng was invited by Meng Jungong's staff, he was overjoyed, claiming that he would go to the inn to pack his luggage and go to the Duke's Mansion again, Meng Jungong naturally did not refuse, he watched the young man's footsteps disappear briskly, and smiled.

"He is an honest man, and he even made it clear to me that he had been squatting in this restaurant for nearly ten days before he met me." Meng Jungong sighed to the person who had already packed the pastries beside him.

The little guy's face was unhappy, "This person is scheming, grandpa shouldn't keep him." ”

"Eh, don't deny a teenager so easily, I see that he has good facial features and extraordinary temperament, let him stay and take a look first." Meng Jungong walked out of the restaurant as he spoke, and after sitting in the sedan chair, the group headed towards the Duke's Palace.

Guan Yanfeng smiled with a smile on his face and walked back to the inn brightly.

"Nothing is missing, I succeed...... Finish. Pushing the door and seeing the empty room, the voice gradually died down from elation to loss.

He saw the letter on the table at a glance, and knew in his heart that most of the flowers were gone, but he still stubbornly said to himself, "You little monkey, where are you going to play crazy again, see how I punish you when you come back." ”

Pulling out the letter paper, I saw that the ink was dry, twisted and pinched, and the crappy calligraphy was horizontal and vertical, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I've been practicing calligraphy for so long, and I'm still writing so badly." ”

"Guan Langjun, I'm leaving, go do some small business, if I need it one day, I will look for you, I wish you a steady progress, and a beautiful woman! Perfect. ”

There weren't many words on the letter, but the meaning was clear, it was a farewell to him.

Simply packed his bags and retreated from the guest room, Guan Yanfeng walked out of the inn.

The streets were bustling with people, and when he came, he was still in company, but when he left, he was empty.

"I will." Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the Duke's Palace.

The boundary of the capital is very large, so Huaxin walked and stopped, and it was not until evening that he walked out of a few long streets, looked at the surrounding buildings, and the sky that fell into the twilight, and turned a corner and walked into an inn.

In a short period of time, she can only stay in the inn, and the housing prices in the capital are too expensive, she can't afford it at all, if she wants to do a small business, she can only rent a shop temporarily.

"Yo, girl, hit the point? Or a hotel? A middle-aged woman with sallow skin and a thin middle-aged woman with a huge peony flower on her head greeted her warmly and asked.

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