From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

What is the fun of life in ancient times?

In Zhou Yuan's opinion, this question is very dialectical.

There are no electronic products, and there is no so-called nightlife except for the romantic places, and there is a lack of entertainment.

But it varies from person to person, at least Zhou Yuan enjoys it.

He has experienced too many things in his previous life. Now he has simple food and simple meals, focusing on his own health and leisurely life every day, which is really comfortable for him.

Running, exercising, admiring flowers, walking cats, and teasing the little girl Ziyuan by the way, he has the pleasure of truly enjoying life for the first time.

It was just dawn, and there were wisps of red light in the east. Today must be a good day.

Zhou Yuan picked up the fishing rod he made by himself, and went out directly, running all the way to the Yunjiang River. He not only exercised his body, but also started his fishing career in this life in the morning with the morning glow.

Spring is a good season for fishing. The temperature rises, the fish have a large demand for food, a wide range, and are very easy to catch. Even a novice will not be empty-handed.

Zhou Yuan is not a veteran fisherman, after all, he didn't have much time to participate in his previous life, but he has a great love for fishing.

Find a location, set up a small bench, and prepare a pot of hot tea.

Make a nest, prepare bait, adjust the line, all in one go.

At this moment, the purple air is coming from the east, and the sun in the sky finally shows a half smile, and the whole world is reviving.

Holding the fishing rod made of bamboo, Zhou Yuan is very relaxed. He thinks that even if he fails today, it doesn't matter, the experience is already full.

Besides, there is another appointment today...

He looked at the pavilion a hundred meters behind him. That was the meeting place agreed with Ye Qingying. The female head of the police agreed to teach kung fu.

This made Zhou Yuan very much looking forward to it. It would be good to learn real skills, and it would be more perfect if the teaching process was more ambiguous.

"Oh shit! There's a bite!"

The movement of the fishing rod instantly ended Zhou Yuan's fantasy. He stood up quickly, holding the fishing rod tightly with both hands, and pulled it up violently.

Then... he sat down on the ground, with a two-finger-sized crucian carp hanging on the hook, swaying in the air.

Damn, I thought it was a huge fish, it made me so excited.

Zhou Yuan took the fish and threw it directly into the river.

He was not depressed, but very happy. As long as there was a bite, he would definitely catch a big fish. Today would definitely be a good day.

But his happiness did not last long. The horses neighed, the wheels rolled, and dozens of carriages lined up in a long line, galloping along the official road.

The momentum was so great that the fish that had just gathered in the nest were scared away.

Zhou Yuan looked back and saw that scholars and ladies from noble families got off the carriages one after another.

It was roughly estimated that there were more than a hundred people. The coachmen and servants began to gather towards the pavilion, setting up tables and chairs and venues, and were very busy.

The girls and scholars gathered together, admiring the beautiful scenery around them, and exclaimed.

"What a fucking bad luck!"

Zhou Yuan was so angry that he remembered that today was the outing day of the Yunzhou Poetry Society, and they just happened to choose this place.

With these bastards messing around here, how could they catch any fish!

The key point was that Zhou Yuan himself couldn't move, because compared to fishing, he was more afraid of missing his appointment with Ye Qingying, and learning kung fu was the most important thing for him at the moment.

Seeing Zhao Jianjia and Ziyuan getting off the carriage, Zhou Yuan turned around quickly and didn't dare to look again.

He didn't want Zhao Jianjia to recognize him, otherwise he would probably be forced to attend that shitty poetry meeting, which was too boring compared to fishing.

Damn, why think about that, make a nest, fish!

On the other side, Zhao Jianjia looked at the scenery of Yunjiang and was a little dazed for a while.

The rising sun dyed half of the sky red, reflected in the Yunjiang River, the stream flowed slowly, the willows on both sides were green, and the cauliflowers were golden, which was beautiful.

There was also a fisherman sitting alone by the river, like the best vitality to embellish this picture, making the whole world harmonious.

But... hey? Why does the back of this fisherman look so familiar?

Just when I thought of this, a voice came from the side: "Jianjia, the venue has been set up, come and host it, you are the soul of this outing."

"Oh, here I come."

Zhao Jianjia responded, invited everyone to sit down, and also welcomed a round of applause.

"My fellow poets, scholars and sisters, our annual Yunzhou Poetry Society outing will be held today on the bank of Yunjiang River."

"The tables, chairs and benches for this event are all provided by each household, while the pens, inkstones, food, fruits and tea are sponsored by Baihua Pavilion."

All the scholars cheered, and the girls blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

Zhao Jianjia said: "Although Baihua Pavilion is a brothel, it is also quite sincere. In order to maintain the elegance of this poetry club outing,The Fairy of Flowers, Miss Cai Ni, wrote a poem and presented it to the poetry club. "

The girls were full of curiosity, and the scholars could not help shouting.

"It is said that the Fairy of Flowers is talented and loves poetry. We want to see what talent she has."

"Yes, if it is really a good poem, then it is harmless for us to accept the sponsorship of the brothel."

"Please read the poem, Miss Zhao, and we will appreciate it."

Zhao Jianjia smiled slightly. She loved the poem so much that she had memorized it by heart.

So she took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and read the poem with emotion.

The scene was silent. After more than ten breaths, a huge response broke out.

"Good poem! What a good "Mantingfang"!"

"This poem touched my heart and moved my emotions. The Fairy of Flowers is really a confidant!"

"Afterwards, I must go to the Baihua Pavilion to see the style of the Fairy of Flowers! ”

A girl said boldly: "Although the Fairy of Flowers is the most beautiful woman in the brothel, she has real talent and knowledge. We admire her."

"Yes, this poem opened the poetry gathering, which is really a good story. "

The mood of the crowd was high, and the atmosphere was gradually formed.

After hearing all this, Zhou Yuan couldn't help laughing. After this incident, this "Mantingfang" would surely spread throughout Yunzhou, and the business of Baihua Pavilion would usher in the biggest boom in the short term.

Next, as long as it is used properly and good words and poems are used to cultivate customer stickiness, everything will be fine.

The project of the outing is actually very simple, just get together to eat and drink, and play some couplets, word puzzles and other games by the way, and then go sightseeing, write poems, and exchange culture.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner. In the atmosphere of the opening of good words, today's activities seem to be more fun than in previous years.

After the word puzzles, couplets and other games were over, Zhao Jianjia said: "You can enjoy the scenery around, walk along the two banks, and find inspiration. "

"At noon, we will have a meal here again, but you must show your proud works. "

Everyone laughed and then dispersed.

At this moment, a nobleman in brocade clothes said with a smile: "Miss Jianjia, there are people fishing on the shore. Why don't we go and experience it?"

Zhao Jianjia frowned slightly, but said lightly: "Mr. Liu, Jianjia still needs to take care of everyone, so she won't go."

She didn't like the son of the Yunzhou prefect in front of her very much. This man had mediocre talent, but was good at using his status and was really smooth.

In Zhao Jianjia's view, poetry is poetry, not a place for fame and fortune, nor a place to find a sense of superiority.

Liu Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Since Miss Jianjia is unwilling, I won't force it. Let's see me catch a big fish for you!"

He seemed very confident and strode towards the shore.