Datang broom star

"A complete shame?"

A prostitute behind her covered her mouth and laughed coquettishly.

"Disrespectful!" Qiao Dongxing turned around and scolded.

But the prostitutes were not afraid of him, "You are thinking about how to use poetry to fight Jia Canjun, but do you know his reputation in brothels?"

"What reputation?"

The prostitute smiled and said: "Yaxiang, the top brand in Wuxianglou, wanted to recommend herself as a pillow mat, but Jia Langjun dismissed it, why?"

Several prostitutes smiled at each other, and one of them sang.

"Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring. May you pick more, this thing will be intoxicated and lovesick!"

Qiao Dongxing's body shook, "This is"

Wang Fu's eyes became more radiant, "This poem uses red beans as a metaphor for friendship. It's natural. It can be called a famous piece. Who wrote it?"

The prostitute didn't answer, and sang again.

"The moon sets, crows crow, and the sky is covered with frost"

Several prostitutes sang in harmony, their voices were beautiful.

"Jiang Feng Yuhuo is facing Mianmian."

great poem!

Candidates couldn't help their eyes shining, like gourmets who have found delicious food, wishing they could savor it slowly.

"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship."

Qiao Dongxing clapped his palms and said with a smile: "What a poem! This poem is better than those two poems."

As soon as this person was humiliated, he wanted to get back his face.

But all the people present are scholars, so there is still some appreciation.

Several poems have their own merits, and there is no such thing as strong.

But Wang Fu said excitedly: "Where is such a great talent? Someone should ask him to drink."

The prostitutes covered their mouths and smiled lightly, then they left with blessings.

Wang Fu was anxious and asked, "Who is it?"

A voice came, "It's Jia Canjun!"

Wang Fu was dumbfounded, "He is so talented? If someone knew, where would he go to compete with him in poetry, and would only invite him to drink to cheer him up."

He felt that he had lost an important opportunity, and he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.

But Qiao Dongxing walked forward in a daze, staggering, "Why didn't anyone tell me about this! Why? If I knew that Jia Pingan's poetry is so good, how could I plan like this? How could I agree to plan?"

Wang Qi was lying on the bed, beside Chen Erniang who was snoring softly.

"Wang Shangshu!"

Someone came from outside.

Chen Erniang jumped up, her eyes were sharp, and she was relieved after seeing that there was nothing unusual.

Wang Qi ignored Chi Guo's body, got up and went out.

It was Zhou Xing who came outside.

His complexion was ugly.

"What's the matter?" Wang Qi sat down and yawned.

Zhou Xing bowed his head and said, "Earlier, Qiao Dongxing was gathering in a restaurant to create momentum, and was going to speak to His Majesty in the first day, but who knew that Jia Pingan would go straight there?"

"Idiot!" Wang Qi said disdainfully: "But the commotion is too loud?"

Zhou Xing nodded, "Jia Pingan went straight, Qiao Dongxing took the opportunity to talk about the competition and write poetry."

Wang Qi raised his head slightly, let out a breath, then slapped the table violently, and said with a flushed face: "Then Jia Ping'an can win the hearts of brothel women with his poems. Why does Qiao Dongxing think that his family can win? Why?"

The corners of Zhou Xing's mouth curled up, but he smiled helplessly, "Those people didn't tell him that Jia Ping'an was good at writing poems, because they didn't want to compete in the first place, they just wanted to speak to the emperor on Yuan Ri."

Wang Qi understood, and his lips trembled, "Those idiots! They are so stupid! What's even more stupid is Qiao Dongxing, who is out of control!"

Zhou Xing also felt the same way, "Then Qiao Dongxing made a bet. In the end, Jia Pingan wrote two famous poems, and Qiao Dongxing knelt down."

"This is a trick to beg Jia Ping'an to get him, you bitch!" Wang Qi had hoped to succeed this time, but he didn't expect that Qiao Dongxing would cause trouble. The huge disappointment made his eyes bloodshot, and he looked extraordinarily fierce.

"What did Qiao Dongxing call his father?"

Li Zhi was not in a good mood.

Wang Zhongliang was silent below like a cicada.

The emperor went to the harem earlier, but happened to meet Wang and Xiao fighting.

No matter how beautiful a woman is in a fight, she can't be said to be beautiful, or even hideous.That's all right, but who would have thought that when Wang threw the vase, he almost hit the emperor.

Hey!

The harem is not peaceful, and so is the emperor!

Wang Zhongliang thinks that being eggless is actually not a bad thing, at least he won't be annoyed by women.

Just look at the emperor, even the Lord of the Tang Dynasty, he still couldn't settle the two women.

"His Majesty."

A servant came outside, surrounded by Baiqi people.

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhongliang went out to ask, and came in later with Baiqi.

Li Zhi raised his head, pursed his lips tightly, and there was a look of impatience in his eyes.

It's not that he's impatient to complain, but his patience with those two women is close to the limit.

But judging from past experience, the limit of human beings is often just a decoration, and the bottom line will be broken again and again.

Baiqi reported: "Your Majesty, earlier when Jia Canjun wrote poems in a restaurant in Pingkangfang, some people said that he was complaining about His Majesty."