If you have the right to be a good match, why not die? I wish you to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals.

A short poem made Li Zhi cheer up!

wonderful!

Very wonderful!

It's amazing!

Li Zhi quickly picked up the memorial and laughed.

I have said a long time ago that Li Zhi is a veteran gossip enthusiast. He is not only interested in the strange and unofficial stories in the palace, but also the news in the market.

Especially the good words and sentences of the bachelors on the market are very concerned about him. He is a cultural person with a deep literary foundation, so he is naturally quite interested in these beautiful words and sentences.

So, a special person was sent to collect good words and sentences that appeared on the market and sent them to the palace from time to time for him to appreciate and comment.

When Li Zhi read this poem, his eyes suddenly lit up!

How wonderful, how wonderful!

I quickly looked through the signature. According to Jingzhao Yin, the author of this poem was the work of the resigned official, Lu Zhaolin.

While Li Zhi was amazed, he was even more frustrated. How could such a talent make him return home after being full of rank? It was so wasteful!

"Go and pass on my will and Xuan Pei Xingjian enters the palace."

Defu got the will and ran out to pass the order with a happy question mark, Pei Xingjian?

What did this diligent minister do?

I always feel that these days, I have appeared in Zichen Palace a lot.

Defu couldn't help but think that maybe he was inseparable from the Pei family's people who like to be evil.

That's right!

What I am talking about is Pei Yan, the living servant!

There is also the owner of the Pei Family Store, who is currently a slope man, Donggong Literature, Pei Fanxian!

…………

The stars in the sky are not blinking, and the clouds in the sky are soft...

Pei Fan first crossed his legs and looked up at the sky, and suddenly became full of poetry.

Write a poem!

Who can't do it!

When he was a child, he thought that the ancient poems in textbooks were just a light of seclusion from the times.

The popular modern language is vernacular. Whether it is daily communication or articles that fall on the pen, they are all popular words.

Naturally, I cannot write ancient poems that are ups and downs and focus on level and ups.

If he had the environment to use ancient Chinese, he could still speak out.

The great wishes I made in my childhood did not come true, and twenty years later, they came true.

This is very embarrassing!

Look at the poems made by the ancients, what is the level of it?

What wind blows and clouds move, what kind of boats are full of dreams that cover the galaxy, what words and sentences are beautiful, and the artistic conception is floating.

Looking at Lao Pei again, as soon as he spoke a few likable poems, he was immediately ruthlessly attacked by Pei Er.

"Can this be considered a poem if you don't read all day?"

Since it is a nonsense poem, why did Pei Er even hear it all at once?

It’s all because Lao Pei still stood up when he shouted!

The momentum of waving and pursuing everything as dung, although the things that are said are really not accurate, they are also the style of writing poetry!

Fan Xian glanced at him, idiot!

My Tang poetry reserves are one hundred times that of yours, but I just don’t want to shock you!

Speaking of which, Li Hong is really unfilial. He said that he would be a wise lord, so he went to think about the court affairs with all his heart.

All the careers of reciting poetry and writing poetry are abandoned. If there is a poetry competition at this time, with Lao Pei's knowledge reserves, it will definitely be a big killer!

Tsk, there is no use of anything!

Too regretful.

"Fan Xian, I feel more and more now that you are very similar to your third uncle. No wonder that old man likes you so much!" Pei Er sighed, completely from the heart.

Pei Fanxian was immediately angry!

"Who are you scolding?"

"I am a dignified man with a knowledgeable and upright person. How can I be like such a bad friend?" He raised his chest and looked at Pei Er indignantly.

This guy ate too much, and his head was probably stuck with rice.

Pei Erhuang came to his eyes and said seriously: "Why don't you look like it?"

"I think it looks very much!"

"I, Aye, said that when my third uncle was young, he was like this. He never wrote poems, but he was still very ambitious and had to shout a few words if he had nothing to do."

"You Aye?" Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and felt something was wrong.

"Aren't you Aye a fool?"

"I still know what happened to my third uncle when he was studying?"

Pei Er was stunned, Fan Xian smiled.

Don’t think that I would be deceived by him if I was a dressed person. All the family secrets he told were in his mind, and he would not dare to forget them at all.

Although Pei Er pretended to be stupid, his father was really stupid. Pei Er was asked back by him and was speechless. After a while, he walked away in shame.

Looking at his lonely back, Pei Fanxian felt a little uncomfortable.

Who can blame this?

Who told him to hit the gun? His skills are so poor.

"Xiao Liu, slaughter a chicken at night and make a roast chicken."

"Okay!"

Pei Er has one advantage, sorrow comes quickly and goes faster. As long as he eats and drinks well, everything will be easy to say.

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I left before, and the willows swayed.

Now I think about it, it’s raining and snowing.

The sound of the piano is lingering, the orioles are singing and dancing, and the high-end entertainment venue in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty is also Chongrenfang.

Before the beginning of the day, Pei Fan arrived here early. Before the carriage could be stopped, he heard such a desolate sound coming from the gate of Chongrenfang.

Good guy!

Before it was dark, I sang it now. It was indeed a good place to win money and lose my heart!

In fact, they are all entertainment venues, and there is no distinction between Chongrenfang and Pingkangfang. The so-called difference is just because most of the beautiful prostitutes who open doors in Chang'an City gather in Pingkangfang.

So much so that Pingkangfang's reputation is always a bit dragged down.

When people mention this place, there is always a feeling that you can only understand and not express it when you know it.

Chongrenfang is different.

The little girls here have all undergone more rigorous and serious training, not only proficient in singing and dancing, but also take this as a career.

I won’t say that my body is light and soft, and I am as beautiful as a flower. The key is that these girls are generally affiliated with various music and piano shops.

In terms of reputation, it is much better than the young ladies in Pingkangfang. In addition, when it comes to Chongrenfang Entertainment, there is also a threshold.

It’s not a cat or a dog, because Chongrenfang is very close to the Ministry of Personnel Examination Institute, almost separated by a wall. So the husbands who come here to consume are mostly students preparing for the exam, and some of them are already working officials. They come from afar to participate in the Ministry of Personnel’s assessment or selection. In order to facilitate coming and going, they simply live in Chongrenfang.

The husband who can't sing the wind and the moon, play the piano and the pipa, and the young lady in Chongrenfang will not even give her a straight look.

Pei Fanxian stood in front of Xianya Qinfang, with a lot of thoughts.

Drunk and lying on the beautiful knees, dying under the peony flowers, tsk...

How many men can withstand such a wonderful singing voice!

No wonder those poets and talents are all nostalgic about brothels and brothels, and those Liu Yong and those Li Shangyin. When they arrived at this place, their inspiration would come out.
Chapter completed!