Over time, the title of the foolish prince became famous in the imperial city.

"Shizi, you were hit hard this time and saved your life."

"Although I don't have any memory, I'm much more courageous than before."

Zhou Xiaoshun said excitedly.

is still recalling the scene when his master slapped Zhou Xiangcheng in the face several times in a row.

What a delight!

"Alright, when I go back, let the housekeeper come to see me early tomorrow morning."

Zhou Lang pondered.

What kind of housekeeper is this?

When the prince went to propose, the housekeeper only prepared a bride price of fifty taels.

Let him be humiliated in the Gu family.

The dignified county palace has reached this point of poverty?

He had to figure out the situation as soon as possible.

Was it the master's weakness and slavery, or was something else going on?

Moreover, it was Jiang Li'er, who was as beautiful as a fairy lying in his arms not long ago......

In her past life and present life, she is Zhou Lang's first woman!

We must find a way to make money and redeem Jiang Lier as soon as possible.

The carriage went all the way.

At this time, in the inner courtyard of the early night pavilion, the dinner party for the bride to leave the pavilion is underway.

A half-aged woman standing on the stage.

Behind him stood three maids holding wooden plates with three satin red flowers on them.

A long red ribbon is attached behind the safflower that leads along the ground to a deep arch at the back.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"Tonight, three more ladies in our Qingye Pavilion are about to leave the pavilion."

"I'm sure you've been waiting for a long time."

"Now the slave doesn't talk nonsense, hurry up and invite the first lady tonight."

"Jiang Li'er from Dongjun ......"

The woman said with a smile.

"Hurry up, let the bride come out to meet the guests."

"I can't wait."

"yes, hurry up and let us see."

"What kind of goods is it?"

Two tall and muscular men in brocade robes shouted loudly.

A group of people urged in unison.

The woman was not in a hurry, and walked slowly to the first wooden plate.

Pull up the red flower and hold the red ribbon.

As the ribbon was pulled out, a figure slowly appeared inside the deep arch.

It was a graceful woman wearing a gorgeous long dress, but her head was covered by red brocade.

"This ......"

The woman's eyes were astonished.

I saw Jiang Li'er, whose head was covered with a brocade hijab, holding a wooden plate in her hand.

A roll of white paper was placed on it, and it walked along the red silk on the ground to the center of the stage.

"Li'er, what's the matter with you?"

The woman whispered in her ear in surprise.

"What are you doing in the Night Pavilion?"

"When the bride came out of the cabinet, she was still wearing a hijab."

"Does she already have someone?"

A group of VIPs stood up in surprise and asked.

These regular customers know it very well in their hearts.

The bride of the early night pavilion is showing her true face when she leaves the pavilion.

Unless the candidate is confirmed, they will wear a hijab and go to the backyard to greet guests.

I haven't seen a bride who was covered with a hijab as soon as she appeared.

"Dude, the rules of your Night Pavilion."

"When was it changed?"

In a window above the top floor, a burly middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"This ...... I don't know. ”

"But look at the wooden plate in Jiang Li'er's hand."

"It's kind of interesting......

The middle-aged Confucian touched his nose and felt that there was a good show to watch tonight.

I saw Jiang Li'er on the stage, who couldn't see her face clearly with a hijab.

Holding the wooden disc held high.

"Concubine Jiang Li'er was supposed to be out of the cabinet tonight."

"But...... The concubine has been taken by a son. ”

"And this son has also met the conditions for Li'er to leave the cabinet."

"The concubine had to wear a hijab."

Jiang Lier said calmly.

A sound like a silver bell.

Immediately, countless guests frowned......

"Which kid dares to break the rules of the Qingye Pavilion?"

"Say, who is he, Lao Tzu must clean him up!"

In the crowd, a noble prince stood up angrily and asked.

"Li'er, don't be presumptuous!"

"You're violating the rules set by the Pavilion Master."

"Even His Royal Highnesses the princes of various families don't dare to be so bold!"

The woman hurriedly whispered a warning in Jiang Li'er's ear.

"Mom, don't worry."

"The rules of the pavilion master, Li'er dare not disobey."

Jiang Li'er replied softly.

Put down the wooden plate in your hand and hold the paper roll in your hand.

"This is the condition set by the Pavilion Master for Li'er to leave the Pavilion."

"I would like to ask all the officials and sons to write a poem on the topic of the battlefield battle."

"The one with the best poetry can be the groom of Li'er."

"That son, I've written a poem."

"If any of the officials and sons of the family can surpass this poem."

"Li'er can take off her hijab in public."

Jiang Lier said confidently.

Untie the silk rope of the scroll.

He handed one end to the woman, and was under the bewildering gaze of all the guests.

The scroll unfolded slowly......

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound.

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death.

Poor no one asks!

……

All of a sudden, the entire courtyard and pavilion fell silent.

All the guests looked at the poem in amazement.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes......

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt string ......"

"But the king of the world, win the name before and after his death!"

"Hey, what a word......"

"Who wrote this poem?"

……

The guests stared at each other in disbelief and asked.

Inside the windowsill, the middle-aged Confucian also gasped.

"Who wrote such a good word?"

"The old man has made countless friends in his life."

"In the literary world, I have never seen such an amazing and brilliant literary talent!"

The middle-aged scribe exclaimed.

"Dude, the last general can't read poetry."

"But this poem writes the thoughts of our generals who have been fighting on the battlefield all year round."

"Drunk and looking at the sword, dreaming of blowing the horn and the battalion ......"

"Dude, can this song find an opponent tonight?"

The burly man hurriedly asked.

"Brother Xiong, don't say that you can't find an opponent tonight."

"In the next few hundred years, I am afraid that there will be no rival......"

"Someone, go and inform Jiang Li'er that you don't have to participate in tonight's dinner party."

"Figured out who wrote this poem?"

The Confucian priest immediately ordered.

"Yes, sir."

The subordinates who stood at the door immediately clenched their fists and took the order.

"Depends on what dude means."

"The person who wrote this poem, my brother values it very much."

The burly man said in surprise.

"To be able to write such an article."

"This person must have a peerless literary talent!"

"I'm going to see this person as soon as possible and see if it's available?"

The Confucian smiled slightly.

On the stage, all the guests were still amazed at the artistic conception of the poem.

A maid hurried from the backstage.

whispered a few words in the woman's ear, and the woman quickly asked her to help Jiang Li'er turn around and leave.

The dinner continued.

Jiang Li'er has come to the top floor of the pavilion.

Explain the situation and take out the jade pendant.

The Confucian scholar and the burly man were stunned for a moment......