Hongling really wanted to know how a small eunuch could compose Tibetan poems for the ages, and those talents of the White Deer Academy were overshadowed by them. Fang Yuan had been in the palace before, and Qingluan had also mentioned Fang Yuan two hours ago, but he had never said that Fang Yuan was a talented person, just a fake eunuch who was in the palace.

But where Fang Yuan was studying, she didn't know.

As if it had fallen from the sky, the Lord had specially sent Youyue over to tell her, which made her feel even more who Fang Yuan was?

"Haha, I won't say much about the name of the family teacher, his old man travels all over the world, and I just learned his three points!"

Fang Yuan was sloppy, he had more teachers, there were a lot of names, and he couldn't finish talking about it for a few days and nights, there were domestic and foreign, there were men and women, and there were not men or women.

"Childe is modest, Childe must have learned a skill to appear in the world, otherwise how could the slave family not know Childe's name!"

Hong Ling wanted to inquire again, but Fang Yuan's suspicions were too many, so she had to guard against them.

"The girl is really smart, and she doesn't hide it in the next, she really didn't learn and didn't know how to do it before, and she couldn't read it, but later under the guidance of her family teacher, she made rapid progress, and she topped others for ten years a year! That's what I have now. ”

Seeing that Fang Yuan was still playing tricks on herself, Hong Ling didn't ask anymore, so she had to change the topic.

"Childe is a smart person, I don't know if Childe can compose a song for the slave family."

"Why is the girl in such a hurry to let me compose?"

Didn't Fang Yuan hear it once, why did he always let himself write songs? Is it paid? Can you get on?

Hongling also began to get serious, no longer flirting with Fang Yuan.

"Childe doesn't know, after the beginning of spring in previous years, the Oiran at the poetry meeting will compose a poem together with the leader! Publicized to the public, to highlight the style of Daxia! Let his country bow down! ”

"And that kind of statement?"

Fang Yuan looked puzzled, he still had to read more books in this world, otherwise he wouldn't know how to die if he really died.

"Childe doesn't know?"

Hongling didn't know if Fang Yuan was still pretending to be confused, and asked deliberately.

"I've been staying at home before, and when I first came here, I really don't know, do I have to try this poetry with other countries?"

Hongling is too lazy to think about it, she has just come here, where are you different, this is not a secret!

"That's nature! Although it is not a competition on the surface, but in private, talents from all over the world will show off and spread the culture of their own countries. ”

This reminded Fang Yuan of a variety show in his previous life, and major colleges and universities sent people to this show to prove who is the strongest university! If the seniors are radiant, they will inevitably make people come here!

"Also, after the beginning of spring, it's almost the Shengyuan Festival, Gongzi should know about the Shengyuan Festival, right?" Hongling was suspicious that Fang Yuan didn't know the purpose of the poetry meeting, and it was unbelievable that the people who were full of money didn't know about it, and began to throw out the Shengyuan Festival to ask Xia Yuan if he was pretending to be garlic or if he really didn't know.

"Of course I do! Isn't it Shengyuan Day, in our country, the whole country celebrates, visiting relatives and friends to send a red envelope or something. Fang Yuan really didn't understand the cultural history of this world, thinking that it should be similar to the Spring Festival, but for the sake of safety, he still quickly changed the topic.

Just as Hong Ling was puzzled by this, Fang Yuan's next words hit her jaw again.

"Since the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, let's write poems!"

Hongling doesn't know what to do, is this person really serious, the brain circuit is very accessible......

"I don't know what poem Childe wants to compose?"

Fang Yuan glanced at the wine on the table, and the two of them knew it! Each has a ghost.

Hongling was a little embarrassed, Fang Yuan must have known that this was poisonous wine!

Fang Yuan remembered a famous poem when he saw this wine!

"Dream, warm up some good wine! This glass of wine is already cold! ”

Hongling snorted softly.

Youmeng stomped his feet twice at the door, pushed open the door, removed the wine on the table, and gave Fang Yuan a cold look before leaving.

Fang Yuan didn't look at her eyes, but stared at her shoes for a long time!

"If only it were high heels!"

"I wonder if there are stockings?"

Youlan almost fell down when she heard this, and glanced at Fang Yuan fiercely, but when she saw Hongling's gaze, she left angrily!

"What are the high heels and stockings that Guo Gongzi said, do you still need these to compose poems and music?"

"Ahem, it's just some personal hobbies, it's for fun!"

Fang Yuan looked embarrassed and accidentally said his thoughts.

"Oh, the little girl has never heard of it, so I wonder what to do with it?" Hongling had never heard that shoes could still be fun, and the Shengyuan Festival that Fang Yuan just said was completely different from what he had experienced, so he felt that Fang Yuan must have been born in a remote place, and the customs were a little different.

She was also interested in what Fang Yuan said, this is Hongzhao Garden, if there are playthings that can help the fun, you can also add some guests.

"Ahem, don't talk about it, wait until you study this thing and then explain it to the girl!"

Fang Yuan smiled lewdly with ill intentions.

"I didn't expect that Gongzi was also proficient in the art of Qimen, so the slave family must be waiting for Gongzi!"

Hong Ling said seriously, she really wanted to see what this thing was, and why Fang Yuan was so interested!

"Ahem, I understand a little!"

Fang Yuan said modestly.

After a while, Yumeng brought the wine again, but her expression was not as annoyed and embarrassed as it had just been, but a little snickering.

"Can you trouble the Dream Girl to get some pen and ink again!"

Fang Yuan saw that this little girl was very cute, and couldn't help but arrange some more small work for her to do!

Youmeng just wanted to get angry, but when she saw Hongling's face, she thought of her plan again.

"I'm going to make you look good in a while!" The dream gritted her teeth and left again.

"The slave family is very curious if Gongzi can make an eternal Tibetan poem like Bai Xue Ge again!"

Hongling said with a smile, she didn't know what unpleasant things had happened between Fang Yuan and Youmeng, but it was not bad to be able to sharpen Youmeng's temperament right now.

"The girl will find out in a moment."

Fang Yuan said as he looked at the poem on his phone, and some words really didn't remember clearly.

After a while, Youmeng came here again and put the pen and ink on another desk!

"The dream girl might as well drink and sit down with you, and you just think of a poem in the next, and you still need the help of the dream girl!"

Youmeng glared at Fang Yuan again, and then said with a smile: "How dare the slave family, today is a big event for Gongzi and my family's Hongling, how can a little girl be needed!" ”

Without waiting for Fang Yuan to persuade him well, Hong Ling said first: "Since Guo Gongzi is invited, how dare the slave family's dream refuse, you can sit down!" ”

"But I ......"

Youmeng was a little anxious, she didn't want to sit at the same table with this blank, but when she saw the look in Hongling's eyes, she sat down again.