The sun is setting, and the twilight red street is shining.

At the gate of Hefu, two figures were ushered in, and it was the envoy of Warat who also first joined Boyan Timur. When he came to the door, the guards went to Tongyu, and after a while, He Qiaoxin, who was full of alcohol, came to the gate of He Mansion.

Strange to say, in one day today, so far, three groups of people have come.

"Brother Yexian, Brother Boyan."

"I've seen He Gongzi!"

"Hello Gongzi He!"

He Qiaoxin made a gesture of invitation, and motioned to enter the mansion to say: "The two of you, please, have a cup of tea, let's talk while drinking." ”

He also waved his hand first, and stood still with Boyan Timur.

"No, I'm just here to say goodbye to He Gongzi, after all, there are few people our brothers know in Daming, and I'm going to return to the grassland."

"You're going back, and the tribute is over?" He Qiaoxin didn't expect that these two people came to He Mansion to come to other places, and he thought that he was asking him to help find a way to dredge up the relationship.

"Yes, the matter of this trip is over, this morning the Ming court has approved trade, allowing Warat to use cattle, horses, sheep... and so on for porcelain, cloth, and grain. ”

His eyes narrowed, He Qiaoxin looked at the two of them with some amusement, the people who came here today were very interesting, what happened, how could the imperial court allow trade, this is a problem for raising tigers.

"Then congratulations to my brother."

"Not much to say, my brother and I will say goodbye first, and if I have the opportunity, I will definitely come to the grassland with Mr. Gongsun as a guest, and the milk wine, beef and mutton are enough."

After speaking, he also arched his hand with Boyan Timur first, turned to leave, and He Qiaoxin looked at the figures of the two thoughtfully.

Ah Da came late, and when he came to the door, he didn't see any other figures, only He Qiaoxin stood alone at the door and looked into the distance.

"What are you seeing? Didn't you say that the steppe barbarians came? ”

"Can you rely on it, if someone wants to harm me, with your response speed, I would have already moved my head, and I just left."

I don't know why, I stroked the back of my head, Ah Da squatted on the ground, looked up and asked He Qiaoxin, who was standing next to him, "What are you looking at?" You also met with the steppe barbarians twice, and you got emotional. ”

"I'm thinking about raising tigers."

Ah Da rolled his eyes and stabbed He Qiaoxin with his sword scabbard: "I said young master, you are so young, you don't want to fall in love, you are worried about the country and the people all day long, and you are not afraid of baldness?" ”

"I analyzed your feelings for nothing last time, and you are not patriotic at all?"

"Patriotism can't be eaten, and someone just deducted my monthly money, and they blame me for being slow."

He Qiaoxin thought about it, turned around and entered the house, and said no more.

Here, He Qiaoxin just sent the two of them away, and in the haystack of the five streets of He Fu, Wang Li found the two merchant boats who came over.

The two passed by the haystack, and Wang Li and his party did not move in the haystack, and after a while, the voice of the previous question sounded again.

"Princess, the bait has passed, where is the target?"

Wang Li was a little embarrassed and said vaguely: "Where do I know where the target is?" ”

The masked figure's cheeks twitched under the black scarf, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and he asked, "Then are we still in ambush?" ”

Wang Li lay there, holding his chin with his right hand, pondering for a long time, and lifting the straw on his body.

"I didn't wait to go back to the palace, I felt a little uncomfortable, and I felt very hot."

When the masked figure heard this, a happy look appeared under his face scarf.

"This damn cunning He Qiaoxin!"

"Ah sneeze", He Qiaoxin was being served by the maid to soak his feet, his nose itched, and he sneezed.

"If I drink too much alcohol, my immunity has decreased, and I'm afraid it's allergic rhinitis."

Although the maid was puzzled, she didn't ask any questions, from the Jiangxi political envoy to the capital, she had been a maid in He Mansion for so many years, and she had long been familiar with the third young master's strange words when she had something to do, and she had long been accustomed to it.

He Qiaoxin was soaking his feet, and there was a bustling shout outside, asking the maid to go outside to see what was going on.

"Bi'er, go outside and see what's noisy, young master, I drank wine, and I had a headache when I heard this noisy sound."

"It's the young master, the slave is just going to take a look."

After a while, the maid Bi'er returned to He Qiao's new room, and the sound outside still did not stop, but intensified, and gradually the sound became very loud.

The moment Bi'er opened the door, the voice was even more obvious, He Qiaoxin frowned and asked Bi'er.

"What the hell are you doing out there?"

Bi'er smiled at the corner of her eyes, revealing two cute little dimples, and quipped:

"Back to the third young master, it is Miss Wutong who is doing training, and the subordinates in the training house will perform in Wenhua Pavilion five days later."

He Qiaoxin, who was soaking his feet, was stunned, training? What the hell is this? This Chen Wutong will soon get dark and don't want to take a bath and sleep, what kind of demon is this.

"What training?"

Bi'er raised her hand and imitated it, and teased with words in her mouth: "Qiao Xin! Qiao Xin! Unique! Outstanding literary talent, the first ...... in the world! ”

Isn't this pulling hatred? Chen Wutong, the sixth child, looked at Bi'er with a dark face and imitated it, He Qiaoxin raised his feet, and then waved his hand, signaling Bi'er to take the basin out.

"Don't study, I know, you go out, the young master is really tired today."

Bi'er said "yes", stopped imitating, opened the door with a smile on her face, walked out with water, and closed the door again.

The door opened, and He Qiaoxin clearly heard the sound of training coming into the room.

'Qiao Xin! Qiao Xin! Unique! The writing is brilliant! No. 1 in the world! Peerless! ’

Bent his legs and fell on the bed in a daze, looking at the roof, the drunk He Qiaoxin had a lot of thoughts, as if he had drifted thousands of miles away.

Five days later, Chen Wutong took five hundred taels of silver from He Qiaoxin's hand, which was the price He Qiaoxin paid after compromise, and the agreement between He Qiaoxin and Chen Wutong was that she could not perform the performance she trained in He Mansion at the poetry meeting, and Chen Wutong happily agreed.

The poetry meeting was held as scheduled, the dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital, the talented and beautiful people were invited, Zhu Qizhen also participated in the poetry meeting in civilian clothes, and he would participate in the poetry meeting in the capital, unless he was busy with the government and couldn't spare time to participate.

He Qiaoxin didn't participate, as soon as he thought that it was a poetry meeting held by Chen Wutong, he was in no mood, even if it was silver, he didn't want to see how the effect of the silver flower was, Xu got up early in the morning and gave He Qiaoxin a lecture, He Qiaoxin didn't care.

After temporarily solving the gang of thieves, Qiao Xin's printing house was fine, and the publishing house and the editorial offices of various newspapers were also safe and sound, operating normally, and did not participate in the poetry meeting, He Qiaoxin hid in the house to practice calligraphy.

After practicing for an hour, the guards came to inform that someone was looking for him, and when he came to the main hall, he realized that it was an old man who came to find him.

It is the famous Taishan Beidou in the Ming literary circle, the great writer Yang Hong.

After chatting about having a stick of incense, Yang Hong hurriedly said goodbye and refused He Qiaoxin's invitation to keep him for dinner and drinking, saying that time was tight and there was something important to do.

Yang Hong was gone for two quarters of an hour, He Qiaoxin stopped practicing calligraphy, came to Ah Da's room, called Ah Da out, and took Ah Da to Wenhua Pavilion.

"Didn't you say you couldn't die? Why did it change again? ”

He Qiaoxin walked in a hurry, his steps were fast, and he replied to Ah Da next to him: "This time, that time!" Take you to see a good show, Chen Wutong's stupid girl's poetry will be lively, and you won't be able to see it if you go to play. ”

Ah Da didn't know why, so he thought about it for a while, but he didn't think of what would happen.

"What's the excitement?"

"You'll know when you get there, hurry up!"

In the Wenhua Pavilion, the atmosphere is in full swing, you sing and I appear, and the talented and beautiful women show their literary talents.

Zhu Qizhen sat in the corner, looking at the people on the stage, feeling a lack of interest, and always felt that there was something missing from these poems on the stage.

Suddenly, a figure of five big and three rough came up on the fourth floor, and seeing this figure in a long robe, Zhu Qizhen's eyes lit up, and the little thing that was missing came up by itself.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, Yang Hong is late, he just went to my brother's house, so he hurried over, don't blame the big guy."

The scene was silent at first, and then whispered, all of which were the same content, probably saying, 'Isn't this guy at the border pass, how can he go back to the capital'.

Chen Wutong just came to the capital, I don't know Yang Hong's deeds, and the tone of the audience thinks that this is a person with excellent literary talents, but how did this person come in? .

"This Brother Yang Hongren, it's not too late... came at the right time, I don't know what kind of masterpiece Brother Yang has, so anxious to participate in the poetry meeting. ”

Everyone on the fourth floor sighed in their hearts, this lord's poetry can be called a masterpiece, but don't let him disturb the atmosphere.

"No, I just made a song, so I'll go on stage and talk to everyone."

Chen Wutong motioned for Yang Hong to come to the stage, Yang Hong quickly stepped onto the stage, and a sigh suddenly sounded on the fourth floor, and hearing the sounds around him, Chen Wutong also felt a little wrong.

Zhu Qizhen looked at it with a smile on his face, with anticipation on his face.

He Qiaoxin and Ah Da finally felt Wenhua Pavilion, Ah Da bent over his arms and knees and said, "Aren't you a scholar?" You can run better than me who practices martial arts. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry in, you won't see the excitement for a while."

The two of them showed off their Qing Cambodia and ran directly to the stairs, and at the same time, Yang Hong on the four-story platform also started, and as soon as Yang Hong finished his first sentence, Chen Wutong's face turned black.

As the granddaughter of the great Confucian Chen Xianzhang, how could there be such a bullshit thing in the poetry meeting she held, which is a naked insult to the granddaughter of the great Confucian.

"The world rises and falls! I'm responsible.

The rise and fall of the society! I have an obligation.

The literary world is in full swing! I have a responsibility.

Yes! Yes! Yes! ”

Yes! Yes! Yes! Echoing on the fourth floor of Wenhua Pavilion, He Qiaoxin, who was on the fourth floor, happened to hear this poem, and sat on the ground with a bang, and he saw a cultural person who was more than him for the first time.

Chen Wutong lost his soul, and his mind was full of the last sentence of "ah", and after a while, Chen Wutong thought about it with a coquettish cry.

"Ahh

Zhu Qizhen covered his face with a fan, but his laughter reached the ears of the guards next to him through the fan, and the guards hurriedly applauded, no way, the emperor applauded, and his subordinates had to cooperate.

He Qiaoxin looked at Chen Wutong's dark face, and his mood was like eating ice cream on dog days, which was refreshing from the inside out.

On the high platform, Yang Hong paused for a moment, ignored the reactions of the crowd, and continued:

"The second one.

Spring is here......"

After this song, there are a lot fewer people on the fourth floor, and maybe Yang Hong's fans are only Zhu Qizhen and his guards, plus He Qiaoxin, who came to see the excitement.

……