Lu Mengzheng was very nervous. He knew that Wang Sizong was a little crazy.

He was afraid that Wang Sizong would beat Liu An.

But who would have thought that Wang Sizong drank all his bottle of wine in one sip, and then snatched Liu An's half bottle and drank it all, and laughed to the sky: "Bianliang, the Liu family in Bianliang City gave birth to a son, Ming'an, hahaha!"

Push.

Wang Sizong was drunk.

Why did Wang Sizong get himself drunk because he was afraid that he would accidentally tell the truth?

The first courtesan of Bianliang was once the best in piano and painting. How high is the level of poetry? You Liu An was a quiz for my Jinshi, and you Liu An was a quiz for the top scholar of Lu Xianggong.

This is obviously a knife-catching work.

In a word, the former No. 1 courtesan of Bianliang was not as good as this level, nor did it have this artistic conception.

Sure enough, after Wang Sizong was drunk, Lu Mengzheng asked Liu An in a low voice: "Did you write it?"

"Mr. Lu was joking, this was obviously a woman's pen."

"hehe."

Lu Mengzheng didn't say anything else.

Liu An could not deceive the people who were invited to the banquet today, and the emperor today is also a person who loves poetry, not to mention great literary masters like Li Han, Kou Zhun, and Xiang Minzhong.

but.

But Liu An was able to deceive the people of the world.

As soon as the three poems were released, famous ladies from Bianliang City were copied one after another, and some people even came to find Pan Ziling. For nothing else, they just wanted Pan Ziling to give him some poems.

Looking for Li Qinglian?

The head host of Liu's family is Pan Ziling.

In just a few days, the threshold of the Liu'an family's door was half an inch lower, and there were too many guests. Bianliang City was qualified to call Pan Ziling sisters. Even if it was a friendship of plastic flowers, they came to ask for poetry.

Why are the poems of Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen so popular?

Because the core of her poem is two words: thought and resentment. For the deep boudoir, this poem and this word are written into their hearts.

Especially after getting married, my husband has ten or eight concubines.

The desire for such poems has reached the point where you are unwilling to eat and cannot sleep at night.

One evening, Pan Ziling was chewing salted plums in her mouth, and she was tired.

These days, there are too many guests coming to the door every day, and there are several tea shops a day, so I can drink tea until I get drunk.

Shuang'er rubbed Pan Ziling's waist, and Pan Ziling got up and walked towards the side yard.

Pan Ziling was tired, and Li Qinglian was even more tired.

Li Qinglian's house was filled with blank paper and written paper.

Pan Ziling watched Li Qinglian finish writing one, threw it to Shuang'er, and then ordered: "Go and burn it with that pile."

Li Qinglian didn't say anything, and looked out the window quietly.

Pan Ziling said: "The artistic conception is not enough, just think about it. I will not allow you to get close to the Lord within ten steps within a year, think about the thoughts and resentment in your heart. Then write it."

There is a booklet on the table, and there are more than a hundred poems in it, all written by Liu An.

Li Qinglian no longer has to read it again. She had already memorized the poems in the booklet completely and was constantly understanding the artistic conception.

Pan Ziling's words made Li Qinglian understand something.

I picked up the pen again and wrote a poem about lovesickness in one stroke.

Pan Ziling nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this is the feeling. The Lord said that he would definitely be able to be praised as the number one talent in the world." After that, Pan Ziling turned around and walked, stopped after a few steps, and said, "Also, without my permission, you must not get close to the Lord within three steps."

"Yes, my eldest lady."

Li Qinglian replied lightly, her voice unremittingly.

Those who are content are always happy. Li Qinglian is a contented person. The current situation is already very good. Why should I hurry?

In a hurry...no need.

Now, Liu An is not at home.

Zhaixing Pavilion.

The main hall here has been built. For the craftsmen of the Song Dynasty, they built a Dangxiang Palace at the level of apprenticeship. The craftsmanship is very ordinary. It is demolished as it is and then rebuilt, indicating zero difficulty.

The only thing that made them feel troubled was Liu An.

What tiles does Liu An insist on burning?

The way to burn porcelain is to burn bricks, and there are patterns and patterns. This is very troublesome. What’s even more annoying is that it is even more troublesome to burn cement.

Therefore, the main body of the hall was built, and the ground inside the hall was still mud.

On the mud in the hall, a stove was built with broken bricks and broken tiles. There were dozens of chickens hanging in the stove, and roasted chickens were hung in the stove.

Five circles were surrounded by the stove, and nearly one hundred young men sat on stones or wood.

"Brother-in-law, you want to save us in this matter." Pan Gun looked pitiful.

Liu An picked out a roast chicken with a iron rod, and someone took it and handed it to the periphery. Liu An also handed the iron rod in his hand to Shi Yuansun beside him. Then he said, "Let you be proud of yourself. If you have some money, you don't know what your surname is. Look at me, be low-key, and don't show off even if you have money."

In an instant, a hundred pairs of eyes flashing with green light were staring at Liu An.

Cao Yi jumped up directly: "You are the ones who are so comfortable, and you will laugh at us."

Pan Gun said in a tone of a resentful woman next to him, "The city of Bianliang has spread all over the city. Miss Xian'er must not marry you. She will stay in this life and wait for you in the next life. She is willing to wait for you for a thousand years. You always seem to have money to spend, but you have never seen you have been poor at any time. I know that you spend three stags of money a month, and you hardly spend much."

Shi Yuansun also said, "I also heard that you never pay for dinner when you go to Qingfu Building."

What?

As soon as these words were said, nearly a hundred young men were in a mess.

They had saved money for a long time to eat at Qingfulou, but Qingfulou did not charge Liu An's money.

Liu An smashed a few pieces of coal into the furnace and scolded loudly: "Don't say these useless things, you are here to come to me for advice, not to trouble me, anyone who looks for my thorns will leave."

Shut up, shut up all.

Now, it's up.

Almost everyone in the family knows that these martial arts children will have a share of more or less money every month.

But why are there more people and why are there less people?

But it's a mystery.

These guys are not stupid and dare not tell the bill of exchange.

Liu An sat down again and asked Shi Yuansun: "How is your second uncle there?"

Shi Yuansun shook his head: "It's not good, but I can withstand it for the time being. Last time I escorted a batch of coins back to Bianliang City, I happened to meet Uncle Cao Wu. He was discovered, so the uncles and uncles all kept the money in an ice kiln in the Sanyasi. Uncle Cao Wu said that the money was your father's money, so he asked him to help buy a few pieces of palace silk for him to mix it up."

Cao Yi, the third-generation eldest son of the Cao family, said: "This is quite troublesome. Uncle Wu doesn't speak much at home now, for fear that my fifth wife will be trapped. If my grandmother interferes, this matter will be in big trouble."
Chapter completed!