The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

But she knew that the only ones who could write good poems in Huangguo were the elderly literati.

It can be seen how anxious the literati of the four countries are.

These thirty or forty poems are taken out, and they will definitely want to buy them.

In this wave of Zhao Hao, the lion opened his mouth and asked for a hundred songs!

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, smiled slightly and said, "I wonder if Mr. Zhao can read a few songs for me?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Hao smiled, and then slowly chanted: "The green trees are thick and the summer is long, and the reflection of the building falls into the pond. The crystal curtain moves the breeze, and the roses are full of fragrance."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Zhao Hao with a little surprise, but he didn't expect that the poem he wrote this time would change from the previous style, and it was unexpectedly good.

She was only slightly surprised, but her voice seemed to have turned into a fan girl: "It's so beautiful!"

"and also!"

As if his vanity had been greatly satisfied, Zhao Hao recited several more songs excitedly.

Then Qing coughed, and then said: "Where is the pen, ink, paper and inkstone? I'd better write!"

"Ok!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded. These capitals are landscape poems without any political metaphors or ambitions.

So when he took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he couldn't help but look at Zhao Hao a few more times. His future husband is really as stable as an old dog.

The pen walks the dragon and snake.

Soon, the forty poems were finished.

And not long before, that subtle perception also disappeared, Madam Wu probably felt bored, or decided not to listen to any special information.

After all, this pair of bi people are so respectful, they are only discussing poetry together, so what can they do beyond the distance?

As for acting?

Don't be kidding, Jiang Zhiyu was the one she saw growing up, such an innocent girl, how could she be acting?

"call……"

Zhao Hao let out a long breath of relief.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him with her cheeks in her hand, "I didn't expect you to be able to write landscape poems so well!"

It's okay, not a particularly high rating.

However, Zhao Hao was not angry, because what he copied this time was not bad, but it was far from famous poems.

Otherwise, seventy gold pieces, thanks ah!

Then dilute it with a few rubbish songs, at least it's a small profit!

He smiled triumphantly: "Of course it's still possible!"

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep look at him: "In this case, why didn't I see you let it out before? Could it be because landscape poems are not as popular with oirans as Fengyue poems?"

Ok?

There seems to be a little displeasure?

Zhao Hao grinned: "Could someone be jealous because of this? No, no?"

"you!"

Jiang Zhiyu's expression was suffocated, she was speechless, and she glared at Zhao Hao before saying, "Who cares if you please the oiran? I was just thinking, since you have such a talent, and you won't attract hostility because of it, why don't you let it go? "

"Because it's no good!"

Zhao Hao crossed his legs: "Release at most will only make the literary world of Huangguo gain face. There are not many scholars in Huangguo who can be called literati, and all of them pursue the way of classics, and they will not look at me because of these poems. .

As for those oirans, because of those Fengyue poems, they already admired me very much. For these landscape poems, one more poem is not too many, and one less poem is quite a lot. "

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by him: "You are honest!"

Zhao Hao said with a smile: "The two of us are going to sleep in the same bed. I'm not going to be honest with you. Do we still have different dreams in the same bed with you?"

Jiang Zhiyu gave him a blank look: "No need! As long as you don't tell me those sticky and nasty words, why should I have a different dream with you?"

Zhao Hao patted the table: "Did I emphasize different dreams? I emphasized the same bed!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "???"

Hearing Zhao Hao's hooliganism, she was briefly absent-minded for a moment, and subconsciously clenched her slender fingers.

But she quickly returned to normal, and said with a smile: "What? Mr. Zhao can't wait?"

"Don't dare!"

Zhao Hao shook his head: "I'm mainly afraid that your father will break my leg!"

Jiang Zhiyu snorted, then turned her head aside: "You'd better talk about business, I don't believe you came here just to write poems to show off."

Zhao Hao looked at her with some surprise: "You guessed it all, I really didn't come to write poems to show off."

"Then you are..."

"I miss you, and I can't help but want to see you, so I risked being broken by your father."

Jiang Zhiyu was in a daze for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily, "Zhao Hao! You don't have to talk to me."

Suddenly being scolded like this, Zhao Hao was also a little confused.

this girl...

Are you angry?

Jiang Zhiyu quickly returned to normal, and her expression turned slightly cold: "If there's anything, just say it!"

Zhao Hao scratched his head, then tidied up the papers on the table: "It's not easy for me to sell poetry, it's better to go through your channel, and the Shiguo will definitely bargain, but the minimum is six thousand gold and they will I can't stand it anymore.

This time, the two of us cooperate to sell poems. I am the author and you are the platform. The manuscript fee is divided between the two of us. It just so happens that I borrowed you three thousand gold a few days ago. up! "

After finishing speaking, she stuffed the paper into her hand, then turned her head and prepared to jump out of the window and leave.

"and many more!"