After Cheng Yanluo left, Mama Yan was a little curious, so she asked Emperor Yuan Kang: "Since Your Majesty likes Cheng Qi Niang, why don't you let her out?" ”

Emperor Yuan Kang coughed several times in a row: "I ordered her to be imprisoned, and then release her at this time, where is my face?" ”

Mama Yan couldn't help but smile: "It's the same." ”

Emperor Yuan Kangdi coughed again, and said with a little emptiness: "Anyway, Cheng Qi Niang has the ability, and she can't be locked up in prison, she will definitely come out, so, what does it matter if she is not in prison, it will be done after I turn a blind eye." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the picture of the beauty again: "This Cheng Yanluo, it's really a ghost, why did she paint such a good picture?" I can't bear to cure her sins, after all, such a big Qi Dynasty, can't she be a Chengqi Niang? I'm her uncle, just be tolerant of her. ”

Mama Yan retired with a smile, and when she returned to Ciren Palace, she learned the things in the Dangyang Palace from Empress Dowager Cao.

Empress Dowager Cao laughed, rubbed her stomach and said: "It's really a monster, no wonder the emperor called her a ghost, it's really a ghost, it makes people angry and pitiful, there is really no way to take her." ”

Yan Mama smiled: "You haven't seen it, that Cheng Qi Niang is really a person who is used to looking at people's eyes and can climb relationships, the slave maid is just looking for a step for His Majesty, and she also wanted to help Cheng Qi Niang, but she didn't think about it, she really dared to call her uncle, and His Majesty really couldn't do anything about her." ”

Empress Dowager Cao laughed again: "It's a pity that the mourning family didn't look at it." ”

Mama Yan took the opportunity to say: "If the mother likes her, she will often be announced to enter the palace in the future, Cheng Qi Niang is very clever, and can tell stories, she is here, not only the mother, but also the slaves and maids can also follow the joy." ”

"That's just as well."

Empress Dowager Cao nodded, and stretched out her hand to call a palace maid: "After tossing for so long, the mourning family is also hungry, let's set the meal." ”

Before the meal was put on the table, Empress Dowager Cao remembered something: "Qi Niang said that she ate a lot and couldn't eat enough in prison, this child is also pitiful, Mama Yan, you asked someone to send some food to Qi Niang, it can be regarded as the mourning family did not listen to her story in vain." ”

Mama Yan agreed and went out to arrange for the little eunuch to send things to the prison.

She has some opinions.

Empress Dowager Cao only said that she was going to send food, but Mama Yan asked someone to not only send food, but also send some bedding and clothes, and in addition, she also wrapped some loose silver to bring to Cheng Yanluo.

Elm Alley in Chang'an City

Song Qi carried the notebook of Cheng Yanluo's polished words in his arms, carried half a pot of wine in his hand, and carried the sauce meat wrapped in oil paper into the house.

The Song family's house is not big, and it looks very dilapidated.

Song Qi is lazy in family affairs, and he is lazy to clean up, making the whole house look like a deserted house.

But in such a dilapidated house, a boy who looked to be eight or nine years old was sweeping the courtyard with his sleeves and trouser legs rolled up.

The old bricks on the walls of the courtyard have been replaced, the courtyard gate has been repaired, and the yard has been swept cleanly.

Song Qi couldn't help frowning when he saw the clean and tidy home.

He walked over and greeted the boy: "Brother Yi, come and sit." ”

Song Qi sat on the stone bench with his buttocks, and the boy, Qin Yi, swept the yard with a broom, cleaned up the garbage, and came back and washed his hands and face before sitting down on another stone bench.

"I said what are you doing so clean, this is just a place to sleep, it's too neat, I'm not used to it." Song Qi smiled and opened the oil paper wrapped in sauce meat: "Hungry, hurry up and eat, still breathing." ”

He took out a cooking cake from his arms, which was also wrapped in oiled paper, and handed it to Qin Yi.

Qin Yi was really hungry, so he took the cake and ate it with sauce meat.

Song Qi went into the house and found a bowl to come out, poured a bowl of wine and handed it to Qin Yi: "Drink some." ”

Qin Yi shook his head: "I don't drink." ”

Qin Yi is a person with strong self-control, he never drank alcohol for fear of affecting the experiment, and even more so that he could keep his mind clear at all times.

This habit has not changed since it was brought to the Great Qi Dynasty.

"Uninteresting." Song Qi complained, and he drank the wine sweetly.

When Qin Yi had eaten, Song Qi handed Qin Yi the polished notebook: "Look, look at it, this is called Wencai, the book you wrote is really bullshit." ”

Qin Yi heard Song Qi's praise so good, and hurriedly took it and watched.

In Qin Yi's opinion, Song Qi is already literary enough, and he can be asked to praise his literary talent, I don't know how amazing it is.

Looking at this, Qin Yi took a look.

Although he is a science and engineering man, he is not good at writing articles, but he still has the ability to appreciate articles.

He can tell if an article is well written or bad.

The synopsis of the story in this book has not changed, that is to say, the story is still the same story, but what Qin Yi wrote was very boring, but what people wrote was so fascinating.

Every word, every sentence, is as beautiful as the best music, so that people are reluctant to let go when they read it.

Especially the poems at the beginning, as well as the small poems at the beginning of each chapter, are really fragrant to read.

It wasn't until the natural darkness that Song Qi took the lamp and Qin Yi finished reading it.

He closed the notebook, still a little unfinished.

Recalling a few small poems during this period, Qin Yi's eyes lit up and asked Song Qi: "Uncle Song, who wrote this book?" This style is too good, isn't it...... I really didn't expect that there are still such good people in the world who can do it. ”

Song Qi smiled mysteriously: "The aura in this world is really for her to monopolize alone." ”

He thought of Cheng Qi Niang, that girl is called a beautiful girl, she behaves and has her own style, she is a must at painting, the article is so well written, the key is that the martial arts are quite strong, and God really gave her all the good ones.

"I really want to make friends." Qin Yi looked yearning: "Uncle Song, can you introduce me?" ”

Song Qi shook his head: "That person said, this matter should be kept secret, she doesn't want people to know, and she doesn't want you to know who she is, but she said that if you write a book in the future, she can also help you polish it, you can keep this book for yourself, and if you want to sell it to make money, you can sign your name, she has no opinion on these." ”

"How does this work?" Qin Yi was stunned: "Aren't I encroaching on other people's efforts, this can't be done." ”

Song Qi smiled: "People really don't do the same thing, but you kid is a solid person, even if you don't want to sell it, just keep it for yourself, read more, learn a thing or two, and you can write some better articles in the future." ”

Qin Yi nodded: "I want to learn from him, but it's a pity...... A person with such a good literary personality is inevitably arrogant, but I'm afraid that people don't look down on me and think I'm stupid. ”

Song Qi patted Qin Yi on the shoulder: "If you study hard, you will definitely be able to improve in the future, after all, you don't have many days to study, and it's already very good to be able to write like this." ”