Liu Yu secretly said in his heart, is it just like this, it seems that what should be said has not been finished, I will not let you go.

Liu Feng wanted to get up and leave, but Liu Yu stopped him.

Little Marquis, you haven't come up with the best plan for this matter, are you thinking about leaving? This is inevitably too anxious.

Liu Feng wanted to leave and rested, and replied to him leisurely, I will listen to you once I am done, and it is not too late for me to wait until the discussion is over.

The people in the room were all silent, just waiting for Liu Feng to speak, and the hall was not bright for a moment.

Liu Feng quickly swept his gaze across the faces of everyone present, these guys were all waiting for me to speak first, so I simply took out the cowardly bag of Yi Ruo first.

Liu Feng cleared his throat and continued to say to everyone,

I propose that if we don't want to run the government, we can easily succeed, wouldn't it be wonderful.

Ding Huang waited for him to agree with him, Hou Ye's idea is good, and the contemptible people also have this plan, so it is better to leave this bream boy to me alone.

Liu Feng saw Ding Huang hesitating, and was ready to pretend to say something polite, intending to test him.

But I don't want this Liu Yu to open his mouth first, then you are allowed to say what Mr. Ding Huang said, and deal with bream.

Liu Feng went on to say, first let that the Song Dynasty and the Song Empress turn against each other and have no intention of ruling the government, and we will not do anything about the Song Dynasty, and directly let her lose her morality and make her lose her late season, and then get rid of it.

The white-clothed scholar clapped his hands with a smile, saying that this Ivy Palace has been lively since then.

When Liu Feng heard this, his face suddenly bloomed with joy and he smiled.

I admire Mr. Tang's thoughtfulness, this matter is as you said, and then got up and said to everyone, I am worried about the concubine of the Hou Mansion, so I will miss it.

There is a Chen village in Jingdong Changsheng, and there is a family in the village, where a painter named Chen Yu lives.

He is the master of the story, and Danqing's wonderful pen and calligraphy are a must.

In the afternoon of this day, the light of the slanting sun shone on the windowsill of Chen Yu's house, a young man in white in his twenties, with a slightly yellow hairline and a kind face.

He sometimes has a slight sunshine on his body, holds a brush in his hand, and is happily mentioning a line for his paintings.

The brush in his hand is in the corner of the painting, lightly chic a few times, and the three characters of Qingpingle are left on the top of the painting.

In this Qingpingle, three cranes are painted standing in a corner of the lotus pond in high spirits to feed, the lotus flowers in the vicinity are scattered and floating on the water, and there is a fiery red goldfish lying under the undulating lotus leaves.

Chen Yu was secretly happy in his heart, staring at the scroll intently, and finally hung the painting on the screen in the center of the living room in ecstasy.

Then he moved a pair of bamboo recliners, put him in front of the screen, put him in a good position and lay down on it with him, and slowly experienced the joy of success.

He waited until the sun went down outside the window, and at some point, he fell asleep with his head hanging to the side.

Until noon the next day, a cool breeze outside the door woke him up, and he heard a familiar song outside the house.

The spring breeze and rain are green, the lotus is picked in the lotus pond in summer, the chrysanthemum is yellow in the cool autumn, the plum blossom lane in the cold winter, the song of thousands of mountains and lakes is always there, and the smoke and clouds are ringing in ten miles.

If you ask me what I read, climb the sky with the smoke and the wind, I have seen the three mountains and five mountains, and the mountains and rivers in all directions are in my heart.

When he heard this, he turned over and left the chaise longue, washed himself and folded the basket, hummed a long tune, and went straight along the brook in front of the door, all the way to the river to catch fish.

The banks of a wide river are shaded by willows and full of greenery, and the river flows to the east and the water is clear, sometimes there are fish and shrimp swimming through, and sometimes there are flower petals drifting down the water.