One by one, they were invited away by the beautiful girls, Yang Zhi looked at it, thinking in his heart that it shouldn't be, the little sister Xian'er won't even see herself!

It wasn't until more than a dozen people were invited away that a girl finally walked towards Yang Zhi, and he was also the last person to be invited into the backyard.

Yang Zhi was sure that the little senior sister Xian'er did it on purpose, and she must have punished him for writing limericks.

In the backyard, the people who were invited had their own places, and there were desserts and fruits on the table, which alone was not something that ordinary people could enjoy.

Of course, this is not free, as the so-called wool comes from the sheep.

In Yang Zhi's world, it is the best money for women and children, but in this era, men are the masters of the house, and men's money is easy to earn.

Yang Zhi was the last to be invited in, but he must not be embarrassed, after coming, he sat down in the last position, picked up the fruit on the table and ate it, it was not an uncommon fruit, it was winter dates, and it was also a fruit that could be eaten at this time.

But this kind of fruit, ordinary people can't afford it, as for the official eunuchs and the magnates, they can buy it, and this Wanhualou can be used to entertain guests, which is enough to prove that the background of Wanhualou is profound.

Hu Xian'er still didn't appear, but Yang Zhi saw the young woman Qiuyan again.

Looking at this stunner in the world up close, the visual stimulation is directly reflected on the body, and I don't know how many people's eyes are staring at her.

She seemed to be accustomed to these eyes, and Ying Ying smiled and said: "The poems you have written, Miss Xian'er have read them, but among them, Yang Houye is the most outstanding, and Miss Xian'er specially asked me to take them out for you to read." ”

After Qiu Yan said this, a girl took out the poem written by Yang Zhi and showed it to the first person.

The one who sat first was Yu Youcai, the son of the Yu family, don't look at him as a rough man with five big and three coarse, today he is here for Hu Xian'er, he can't write poetry, but he can cheat.

Yu Youcai's father is a ranger general in Suzhou, and as a member of the Yu family, he naturally has been practicing martial arts since he was a child.

However, he took the poem written by Yang Zhi, looked at it, and couldn't understand it, so he threw it to his cousin on the side and said, "Cousin, you read it!" ”

His cousin was also helpless, so he had to take a look at the poem and read it out.

"Hangzhou West Lake is picturesque, I wanted to chant poems to give the world, but I have no culture, I can only hold the grass and the wind is so big!"

Burst!

Familiar and easy to understand, almost everyone couldn't help it, and laughed directly, even the crown prince Yang Kang also laughed.

Yang Zhi is really a wonderful person, the poems he read casually in the summer garden yesterday can be famous through the ages, but today he wrote such a poem based on the West Lake.

How so?

This poem can be said to have a unique style, Yang Zhi on the side doesn't care at all, just kidding, this limerick poem has spread in his world to the point that a three-year-old child knows it.

It's just that he changed it, but the meaning is pretty much the same.

Even if Yu Youcai doesn't know how to compose poetry, he can't help laughing, he is still the one who laughs the most openly, and others have to worry about Yang Zhi's identity, but he doesn't care at all.

"Concession, concession!"

Yang Zhi also bowed his hand to these people, this face made these people feel really aggrieved.

Little Sister Xian'er really gave face, and rated this poem as the best.

Yang Zhi thought in his heart that when he saw the little sister Xian'er, he would tease her a few words.

"Marquis Yang's style of writing poetry is really eclectic!"

Bai Xuezhong's face twitched, he didn't expect that Yang Zhi would make such a poem, he was different from others, thinking that Yang Zhi was using this poem to mock them.

Yesterday's events are still vivid, Yang Zhi is a person, it is better not to provoke easily.

"It's not bragging, I can write such poems casually."

Yang Zhi said lightly: "I thought, for you, this poem is enough." ”

What is this, insulting, contemptuous, but with so many talents, who dares to provoke Yang Zhi easily now, Qin Huai is the best example, with such a big background of the Qin family, don't you have to obediently send 10,000 taels of gold to the door?

Here, in addition to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, only Bai Xuezhong and Yu Youcai can barely wrestle with Yang Zhi, but that is only reluctantly, the parents of these two people are about the same as Yang Zhi, and they themselves are far behind.

"Loyal and brave marquis!"

Prince Yang Kang smiled faintly and said: "If you have to be forgiving and forgiving, why be aggressive?" ”

He really can't stand it anymore, and these talents will be of great use to him in the future, so he naturally wants to maintain these talents.

"Look at what His Highness said, why did I force them, I am urging them to study hard and make progress every day."

Yang Zhi said with an aggrieved face: "I'm afraid that they will go out and lose the face of my Dasheng Dynasty scholar." ”

Prince Yang Kang had already seen Yang Zhi's sharp teeth, so he had no choice but to speak: "We all came here today to see the demeanor of the fairy girl, and other things, let's put it aside for now, we can't neglect the beauty." ”

This is Yang Kang's true purpose, others don't know Hu Xian'er's identity, but he knows it.

If he can take down Hu Xian'er and get the support of the forces behind her, then the world of this Dasheng Dynasty is his, and no one wants to fight with him.

So Yang Kang doesn't want to fall out with Yang Zhi now, he is still the prince, can't he still tolerate a courtier?

If this is spread out, he must not be said to be a prince with a small belly and chicken intestines.

Just then, a piano sounded.

It's this set again, Yang Zhidu thinks that the life of the ancients is really boring, no wonder some people say, today, listen to the music, tomorrow, listen to the music, the day after tomorrow, or listen to the music!

Guqin, this kind of thing, is really not something that ordinary people can play, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, in this era, can be called the four uniques, it is not unreasonable.

When the piano sounded, most of the people were attracted by the faint sound of the piano, only Yang Zhi was not affected, I don't know if Hu Xian'er deliberately avoided him, or because Yang Zhi himself was immune to this kind of piano sound.

With the bewildering sound of the piano, it can even make some people with impure minds fall into a deep sleep.

Yang Zhi saw that among the dozen or so people who came in, only six of them were unaffected, one of them was him, he should be the most relaxed, and the other five seemed to be very struggling, and occasionally lost their original color in their eyes.

Miss Qiuyan has been observing everyone's performance, and it seems that she is not surprised, only those who have passed this level can finally see Hu Xian'er, this is the rule and the threshold.

Of course, even if you can't see it, you can hear the sound of the piano, it's not in vain, not everyone can hear Hu Xian'er playing this song.

Prince Yang Kang's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and the wine in the cup overflowed.