"Why are they hugging each other?"

Cheng Saijiu, a man in Confucian clothes, stood in place, his face dazed, and then quickly realized something, and his face became strange again.

Side.

The middle-aged eunuch saw that Cheng Saijiu's expression was becoming more and more complicated, and he thought that something terrible had happened, so he chuckled in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Does Lord Saijiu want to meet the saint?" ”

If the spirit beast is mad, there is a lot of involvement behind it, and some words have to be said in the palace, so as not to have ears on the wall.

"Spirit beasts are also beasts after all, and it is human nature to occasionally be unable to control their emotions, Your Majesty has every opportunity, and you don't have to bother Your Majesty because of these trivial things." Cheng Saijiu came back to his senses, looked at the middle-aged eunuch, and spoke softly.

The middle-aged eunuch breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Since Lord Sacrificial Wine said so, then our family will return to Your Majesty, the spirit beast is crazy because of a bad mood?" ”

Cheng Saijiu said: "It's not like that, I just recalled the scene at the time, and found that the spirit beast suddenly went crazy after seeing something, as for what it was seeing, I couldn't answer, maybe it was the Gu worm on Princess Chang'an, maybe it was something else." ”

The middle-aged eunuch was stunned: "His Royal Highness Chang An also came to Yuanwu Lake today?" ”

In his impression, Princess Chang'an has never left the palace gate since she was seriously injured by the demon clan and returned to Beijing, and it is a rare thing to come to Yuanwu Lake today.

"I came, but I didn't come to Huanzhou, but I went to the east coast."

The middle-aged eunuch thought for a while, and said with a slight bow: "Our family understands, our family will tell the saint what the Lord of the Wine Sacrifice said and say goodbye." ”

After speaking, he saluted Cheng Saijiu and Xu Ruxian, the imperial history of Zuodu not far away, and left quickly.

After he left.

Xu Ruxian, the imperial historian of the left capital in a scarlet robe, turned his head, looked at the eunuch who was drifting away with disgust, and scolded: "These dog eunuchs! Part of the reason why my Sundays are fading is that they only know ...... on weekdays."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Xianjiu: "Brother Ruxian, we said before, we only play chess today, regardless of political affairs." ”

When Xu Ruxian heard this, he didn't say anything more, just shook his head and sighed.

The two played chess for a while.

Cheng Xianjiu suddenly asked, "Brother Ruxian, have you heard of Ren Pingsheng, the prince of Zhenbei?" ”

Xu Ruxian raised his eyes and glanced at him, bowed his head slightly, and said leisurely: "I have heard a little, saying that he has a good character and character, but his cultivation talent is too poor, and now he is twenty years old, but he has not even broken through the ninth grade, I think his father was so high-spirited back then...... Hey, it's not surprising that the tiger father and dog son. ”

Good conduct and good character...... Hearing his old friend's evaluation of him, Cheng Saijiu couldn't help but think of the picture of him hugging Yun and the princess, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, I heard my friend say:

"By the way, his poem is very good, the poem made in the palace a few days ago is difficult, sighing that the road is difficult, magnificent, ambitious, excellent, and will be able to be passed down for thousands of years in the future."

Millennial?

The evaluation is so high?

Cheng Xianjiu was stunned for a moment, curious in his heart, and said, "Brother Ruxian, can you read it and listen to it?" ”

Xu Ruxian looked at him and said with a little surprise: "That poem has been about to spread all over the country in just a few days, and the model of the world's scholars has not heard of it?" ”

Cheng Saijiu said: "I sent a group of students to Shushan a few days ago, and I only came back this morning. ”

"No wonder."

Xu Ruxian was stunned, and then said: "The golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars......."

After reading a poem, Cheng Saijiu looked as usual.

The opening of the two sentences can only be said to be decent, and it is still far from the praise that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it seems that the good sentences are still to come.

"I can't eat when I stop cupping and throwing spoons...... Difficult to walk, difficult to walk, divergent road, where are you today? There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. Xu Ruxian read it all in one breath.

It's less than five seconds.

Cheng Saijiu couldn't help but praise: "It's really a good poem!" It has been passed down for thousands of years, and what is said is true, this first sentence ......"

Next.

Cheng Saijiu spent a full stick of incense for a long time, analyzing the difficulty of this line word by word, and when he said it, there was light in his eyes.

After finishing speaking, he exhaled and sighed: "Ren Pingsheng has such a poetic talent, if he reads, he will be able to achieve something, but it's a pity that ......"

Speaking of which, it came to an abrupt end.

Xu Ruxian glanced at him and said leisurely: "That incident, his father has been haunted by it for twenty years, and he estimates that even if he sees his son doing nothing all his life, he will not let him change to Confucianism." ”

When Cheng Saijiu heard this, he couldn't help but recall the incident that happened twenty years ago, sighed in his heart, and didn't say more, just said, "Play chess." ”

............

In the blink of an eye.

As the sun sets, the night begins.

The inner city, the most prosperous street in Beijing.

Shop signboard flags flutter high, cars and horses sparkle in, pedestrians flow endlessly, and flaming red lanterns hang all over every corner, making it a lively scene everywhere.

There is no curfew in the inner city, and many people have nothing to do and do not want to go home, but instead ask two or three friends to wander the streets.

This is the case with Ren Pingsheng and Liu Yunmeng.

Now.

The two walked side by side, aimlessly walking on the bustling streets, chatting from time to time.

As he walked, he suddenly heard a warm shout in front of him.

The sister-in-law who likes to be lively was instantly attracted, her eyes lit up, she grabbed Ren Pingsheng's arm, and rushed there with great interest: "Go!" Check it out! ”

Not for a while.

The two came to the front, only to find that it was Tingfeng Pavilion that was surrounded by the crowd.

"Why is there so many people surrounding a government-run green building, is it possible that Tingfeng Pavilion will hold some Dragon Boat Festival promotional activities, three people buy in groups, and one person is free of charge?"

Ren Pingsheng looked at the crowd of onlookers inside and outside, and complained in his heart.

Side.

Liu Yunmeng saw that there was Tingfeng Pavilion in front of him, and couldn't help but think that he thought this was a teahouse, and he forced Ren Pingsheng to go in to play chess, his pretty face was slightly red, and he asked indifferently: "Ren Pingsheng, do you know why there are so many people here?" ”

"Go and ask."

Ren Pingsheng lowered his voice and replied, and was about to ask passers-by to inquire, when he heard someone next to him explain to his companion: "Listening to the wind pavilion held a cultural meeting today, I invited Miss Qingying, everyone gathered here just to see the demeanor of Miss Qingying." ”

Listening to the wind pavilion is considered to be the existence of the first gear among the many green buildings in Beijing.

Such a green building, the environment is good, the consumption is high, and it is not ordinary people who can enter it, and it can be said that there is no white ding.

It is not surprising that it is not surprising to hold cultural meetings, be elegant, and meet the spiritual needs of old customers.

It's just that...... Who is this Shadow Girl?

Why do so many people want to see her?

"Could it be some Oiran?"

Ren Pingsheng was puzzled, and suddenly heard an excited shout from beside him.

"Look, look! Someone's coming! ”