Gao Yang was having supper.

"Princess."

A maid ran in in a hurry.

"Princess, Princess."

Gao Yang glared at her, and a hobby that he had just developed recently began to sprout.

The maid didn't know that she had been targeted and said excitedly: "Jia Langjun went to Wuxianglou before..."

"Who did you sleep?" Gao Yang put the chopsticks on his hands and held the sun on the sun. He sighed, feeling that it was not good for a boy to not raise his waist.

The maid shook her head, "That Yaxiang has come out, and she has written a poem."

Gao Yang narrowed his eyes and the boy in his mind appeared, "He seems kind, but he is arrogant in his bones. He will not pay attention to such a female prostitute."

The maid felt that the princess was crazy. "There were some people from Qianniuwei present. They were not good at coaxing Baiqi to write poems, so Jia Langjun stood up."

Gao Yang's breathing was rapid, and she felt something climbing from her waist, which made her tremble, "He...had he written a poem? Say it quickly."

"The red beans grow in the south, and a few branches are blooming in spring. I hope you can pick more of them, so this thing is the most love-lost."

The maid didn't understand this much, but she still felt the fragrance on her cheeks.

And Gao Yang was already blushing.

"The red beans are born in the southern country... Acaciazi. A few branches are blooming in spring, and the boy... that boy."

Gao Yang trembled again, "I hope you will pick more of this thing, this thing is the most love-loving. I seemed to see him standing under a tree, reaching out to pick the love-loving son, and then giving it to me..."

The maid bowed her head and felt that the princess must be crazy.

"What happened later? Did he go to pick Yaxiang?" Gao Yang's breathing gradually calmed down. He felt that it was not a problem for Jia Ping'an to sleep with a few vulgar women.

"No." The maid said with admiration: "Jia Langjun left after reciting this poem, saying that she was unable to drink."

"How much did he drink?"

"It's just that I drink a glass at the end of the chanting of the poem, and then I can't bear to drink."

"This is an excuse." Gao Yang's eyes were bright, "He disdained to use such means to sleep with that woman Yaxiang."

Such a tough guy...

Gao Yang's cheeks flushed, he clapped his hands, "Get the wine."

"Singing and dancing!"

"You need a manly singing and dancing!"

...

After dinner, Chu Suiliang went to the study room.

The candle is lit and the four treasures of the study are prepared.

His calligraphy is very good and is deeply loved by the late emperor. If he wants to write well, talent is one, and the key is to be diligent.

When practicing calligraphy, you must be calm.

As soon as he adjusted his mindset, someone outside said, "Alang, a good poem has been published in Chang'an City."

Chu Suiliang said, "I just happened to want to write a piece of calligraphy, let's say it."

The servant outside recited: "Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches are produced in spring..."

Chu Suiliang picked up the pen and wrote it very smoothly.

"I hope you will pick more of this thing, and I miss you the most."

"Good poem! Good poem! Good poem!"

After Chu Suiliang finished writing, he felt that this was the best character he had written in recent years, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"A good handwriting requires a good poem. This poem is natural and can be regarded as a rare famous work in recent years. Who wrote it?" Chu Suiliang was about to rest and went to see this person and drink and talk. I thought it would be very happy.

The servant outside the door felt that he had scored and couldn't help but smile proudly, "Alang, it's that broom star."

It's quiet inside.

"Alang?" The servant didn't know that Gao Yang's turn around at the door of Chu's house was due to Master Jia's contribution, so he was still wondering if he could get some rewards.

If not, praise is OK!

As a servant with a strong ambition, he felt that he had a bright future.

"roll!"

...

"Ah Fu!"

Jia family, Afu crawled stubbornly at the gate.

But the door is closed, it can only draw the door.

Jia Ping'an stirred the goat's milk with a wooden spoon, and Ah Fu's movement stopped.

"Ah Fu! If you don't come, you'll drink it."

Ah Fu slowly turned around, his eyes full of confusion.

Why tempt me...

Great Panda...rush!

After Afu had supper, Yang Deli said sadly: "Ping An, Afu is eating more and more."

This is a foodie! Jia Ping'an said calmly: "Don't worry, cousin, no matter how much you have, you won't be much."

The food for pandas is very troublesome. The bamboo must be the kind it likes, and eat a lot of it every day. Jia Ping'an felt that his cousin was like a frog boiled with warm water, and gradually he would adapt to the extra big belly at home.

On the second day of the day, Jia Ping'an teased Ah Fu at home, and Yang Deli carried a load to sell tofu.

The old Jia family had a pile of gold and exchanged a lot of copper coins, but Yang Deli just couldn't rest and was anxious if he had no income every day.

It was hot in the summer, and Jia Ping'an was lying in the house, holding a book in his hand, looking at it without a glance.

Ah Fu was sleeping soundly on his belly, with his claws...

Grab my chest!

Ah Fu moved for a moment, and he grabbed Master Jia's chest pain, and he quietly moved his claws away.

"Yeah!"

Ah Fu called out and continued to sleep.

"Safety!"

Yang Deli is back, and he sounds like he is in a bad mood.

He put down the empty bucket and hurried in, "Peace, they said you wrote a poem last night, which is so amazing."

"Small matter." Jia Ping'an really didn't care about this, because if he cared too much, what should he do if he "made" more famous articles in the future?

You must adapt to this famous poet who is destined to be extraordinary!

"All these are good, but why didn't you sleep with Yaxiang?"

Yang Deli's face turned red and he said excitedly: "Na Yaxiang and the others said that it was as beautiful as a fairy. Not to mention sleeping, even if you can touch your little hand, you will be distracted."

"It's the color of the soul and the soul." Jia Ping'an thought of the small face and big butt.

"Don't worry about this, go to bed soon. I'll make a sheep skeleton to make soup for you." Yang Deli felt that his cousin was really a genius figure. Any poem shocked Chang'an City. Such a boy would have to have more than a dozen children, right?

Someone is not a stallion...Jia Ping'an: "..."

...

It's time to go to work.

Early in the morning, Jia Ping's wake up, and Yang Deli had already prepared tofu and breakfast.

Ah Fu lay on the side without shame, while feeding it, Yang Deli said, "Since that woman is beautiful, she will sleep with her. It will take not much time to spend, just a little bit. Besides, the family is not short of money, even if it is redeemed, it will be fine. Then, you will be a concubine and have a few children... By the way, is her butt big?"

Jia Ping'an, who was eating tofu brain, nodded. Yang Deli was excited, "Big ass is the best. My aunt said back then that she wanted to find a woman with big ass for you."

Ah Fu was stopped feeding and arrested Yang Deli in dissatisfaction.

"I'm going to the yamen." Jia Ping'an ate the tofu brain, and the outside was already starting to beat the drums.

Six streets encouraged the court, and the ministers went to court.

This is a scene in Chang'an City.

After Jia Ping'an left, Ah Fu, who had been pretending to be honest, began to feel restless.

"Yeah!"

Ah Fu rolled down, climbed to a place where dozens of wood were piled up, and began to climb.

Yang Deli yelled while packing up, "Afu, be careful to fall down."
To be continued...