[Comprehensive] Male gods don't want to fall in love

Being pressed by Su Shi, he recuperated for a few days and waited for the gauze on Di Xin's head to recede. The wound on his forehead healed for seven or eight days, but it coincided with the holiday of Taixue. The students of Taixue all returned home The family repressed Di Xin's thought of going back to Taixue earlier to see that "man of later generations".

Simply calmly reviewing the books that Xie Huachen was familiar with, and just finished reading the last volume. Di Xin raised his eyes, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Qi Yuan, who was sneaking into the inner door of the study.

"come in."

Seeing Di Xin throwing the booklet on the classics, righteousness and policies in his hand on the table, knowing that he was speaking to himself, Qi Yuan laughed "hehe" twice, and walked in from the door.

"Isn't it that Qiyuan is here to bother you, Mr. Su is taking advantage of the Taixue Xiumu, and came to find Mr. Lang."

As soon as Qiyuan finished speaking, a pretentious sigh came from afar outside the study

"Hey, it's hard to wait until Xiumu, let me see that our young master Huayu was beaten into disfigurement by that kid Zhang Mingyi."

The big boy of seventeen or eighteen years old has handsome features, and there is a bit of joking interest in his eyes, his eyes are shining when he smiles without a serious word, like a stingy dude, or a half-old child.

In March, there was still a bit of chill in the spring, this cousin Su Yunzhang who grew up with him was still shaking a jade bone fan in his hand.Stepped up to Di Xin's desk three times, put one hand on Di Xin's desk, blinked his eyes and pretended to look at it for a long time, then closed the fan with a "snap"

"It's okay, it's okay, if this makes the famous Mr. Huayu in the capital lose his appearance, let alone my younger brother, even those boudoir girls in the capital and the ladies of everyone will spare that kid Zhang Mingqian."

Dixin:

I'm afraid it's those boudoir girls and ladies you mentioned, just like summer days, that means you will change your mind if you change your mind.

He squinted at Su Yunzhang and saw that Su Yunzhang's eyes were full of narrow eyes. Di Xin knew that he grew up wearing the same pair of trousers as his original body, and he couldn't get closer to his original body. , So he didn't answer his jokes, walked out from behind the desk, walked in front and led Su Yunzhang to sit down on the couch, while pouring a cup of tea on the small desk.

"Why did you come here so early?"

Xie Huachen's cousin is extremely lazy, the master in Taixue always likes to record his name every day, Su Yunzhang can't get enough sleep in Taixue, so he always likes to sleep three poles a day when he is resting and taking a bath.

"You have the nerve to say it."

Picking up the teapot and pouring himself a cup of tea, Su Yunzhang quickly took a sip, stared at Di Xin leisurely, squeezed his cuff and wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth, looking extremely resentful.

"I didn't come here to take you back!"

"Looking for a place?"

Di Xin raised his eyebrows, and didn't understand what Su Yunzhang was doing all of a sudden.

But Su Yunzhang was so anxious as if he was looking at his own idiot, "Oh! I think Xie Huachen, you are really going to piss me off! King Xuanjun holds the Sanchun Poetry Meeting in Qingyage every March. You Forgot? I heard it when I came back from Taixue, that kid Zhang Mingyu is going to go this year, if you don’t look for a place at this time, when are you going to go?!”

Su Yunzhang wished his eyes would burn, but Di Xin was not slow, even drinking tea was still lukewarm.

He remembered.

The Sanchun Poetry Club, in the memory left by the original body Xie Huachen, also has such a show.

That Qingyage is not a study full of Yangchun Baixue's history books, nor is it an ordinary restaurant where poor literati like to hold poetry gatherings.

It was a Goulan courtyard.

If there is any difference between it and other brothels, it is probably that Qingyage has a higher style, and the prostitutes in it are all well-trained prostitutes, and the clients are all rich and powerful The rich and powerful, the price is naturally not affordable by ordinary people.

Du Naxuan County King has a kind of romance that is different among the children of the aristocratic family.He not only loves the beauties in the world, but also loves the poems that describe the love and beauty in the world.

He has money and power, so he always decides to come to Qingyage Pavilion on one day in March, and invites some respectable children of aristocratic families, or some life-like literati to hold poetry gatherings, which can be regarded as fulfilling his two hobbies.

Because of his identity as Shaodi's cousin and Xuanjun king, most people are willing to give him this face.

So over time, the Sanchun Poetry Fair has become a fixed event every year, and every time it is held, many excellent works can appear.

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"You know I don't like going to places like this."

Men from Xie's family don't mess with women, and they never go in and out of Yanliu Lane unless necessary.This is not only a kind of respect for their future wives, but also a way to avoid the possibility of them not following the precepts of their ancestors.

"It's different this time! I'm not trying to pull you into trouble, I just can't see Zhang Mingyu stalking in front of the Taixue gentlemen all day long, so I'll take you to get back the place!"

Su Yunzhang picked up the jade bone fan on one side, and knocked on the small desk a few times in a hurry, as if he regarded the desk as his "cousin's" head, wishing to knock it open to have a look. Righteousness, is it all elm bumps!

"Are you going or not?!"

He stared, as if if you dare not agree, I'm about to lose my temper.

"pat"

Putting the empty teacup flat on the table, Di Xin pursed his lips, and finally nodded, "You've talked so much, then of course."

In Xie Huachen's memory, Su Yunzhang also came to ask in such a hurry.

But in the end, Xie Huachen still refused.

One is that he never goes out of the field of fireworks and willows, and he doesn't want to break his principles for such a trivial matter.The second is that Zhang Mingyi still had no conflict with him at this time, and he was not angry enough to deliberately embarrass Zhang Mingyi.

Without seven yuan, Di Xin and Su Yunzhang rode fast one by one, and when they reached the gate of Qingyage, there was a lot of traffic in front of the gate of Qingyage, and almost all the people who wanted to participate in the poetry meeting had already arrived.

Qingyage is bustling with people, men and women, very lively.

When Di Xin entered the room, he could only see the voices of people. In two or three glances, he couldn't find where Zhang Mingyu was in the crowd. On the contrary, he caught many inadvertent glances the moment he appeared.

Most of the men knew Xie Huachen, and they were just surprised at how "Xie Huachen" who never entered the Goulan Courtyard came to Qingyage.And the women are elegant prostitutes of Qing Ya Ge. They have seen many beautiful women, but they have never seen such a handsome man with a face like a crown of jade. Naturally, they lost their minds for a while.

"what?"

The bustle in the Qingyage Pavilion suddenly quieted down for the most part. King Xuanjun, who was sitting in the center of the first floor of the Qingyage Pavilion with the widest view, was puzzled when he saw this. Then suddenly opened some sleepy eyes wide.

"Mr. Xie Jiahua Chen actually came with Kid Yunzhang?"

King Xuan was surprised, and the women gathered in twos and threes whispered to each other

"Ah! Mr. Xie Jiahuachen? The rumored Mr. Huayu? You really deserve your reputation."

"But didn't you say that Mr. Huayu won't come to Fireworks and Willows?"

"What's the point? It's just a poetry meeting. The young master came here when he wanted to, and he didn't come here to ask Liu for flowers."

The whisper was heard by Zhang Mingyu, who also looked up and saw someone he didn't want to see. His eyes were angry, and there was still a little bit of grievance in his heart.

Tch, the history books are really unreliable, so we should show those brainless women in modern times, wouldn't their "pure and pure" Mr. Huayu come to have fun?

What self-cleaning?It's all about fame.

"I've met Prince Xuan."

Not knowing that Zhang Mingyu was secretly holding grudges against him in a place where he could not see, Di Xin saw that he was named by King Xuanjun, so he simply stopped looking for Zhang Mingyu on purpose.

Together with Su Yunzhang, he saluted King Xuanjun and said hello. Di Xin then straightened up and explained casually, "I heard about the reputation of King Xuanjun's Sanchun Poetry Association earlier. I haven't had a lot of time in the past. Today, Yunzhang just happened to find him, so I went with him." Come and have a look."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Di Xin's explanation is actually very official and not true, but the king of Xuan County was really happy, he stood up from his chair, laughed and clapped his hands a few times, "Very good!" Very good! Even you, Mr. Huayu, are willing to appreciate this king's Three Spring Poetry Fair, it seems that this King's Three Spring Poetry Fair will have to be held a few more times in the next few years."

Apparently, the title of "Mr. Hua Yu's Facial Appreciation and Three Spring Poetry Club" made King Xuan feel that his pride and vanity had been satisfied.

Before sitting lazily on the chair, he was a little drowsy and sleepy, but now he became refreshed, and quickly waved to Di Xin and Su Yunzhang

"Quick, you two sit next to this king."

Turning his head, he asked the accompanying guards to add two chairs to the table.

The huge Qingyage Pavilion was full of people, but the surroundings of King Xuanjun were empty, only King Xuanjun himself and another stunning woman with a beautiful face were sitting.

It suddenly occurred to me that the fate between Zhang Mingyu and one of his many confidantes, Qingyage courtesan Luyi, seemed to have started from the Sanchun Poetry Club.

Di Xin glanced at the stunning woman unobtrusively, had some guesses about her identity, then quietly looked away, as if nothing had happened, and sat down with Su Yunzhang naturally.

"Just now, the king has set the title, and as in previous years, he rewarded them with pearls, and asked them to write some poems with the word "chun" as the limit, with a limit of one stick of incense. Now they are about to distribute pens and inks. It just so happens that you Huachen Here you go, after they finish writing, you can help me pin it."

Because of the relationship between the Su family and Princess Chang Yunchang, the Xie family and the Su family have never missed a royal banquet.In addition, King Xuanjun himself has a mixed personality. He is in his thirties, and he has a good time with Su Yunzhang, who is not as weak as the crown. It means to leave this matter to Di Xin.

"What about me? The county king will help you taste their poems without me?"

Su Yunzhang puffed his eyes, always feeling that he hadn't been called, as if his IQ had been lowered.

"You kid can also appreciate poetry?"

Sure enough, King Xuan bulged his eyes even wider at Su Yunzhang, "Forget it, I let Hua Chen take it because I thought that throwing Hua Chen among those scholars, compared with those scholars, would be inferior to Hua Chen. As for you asking you to write, that would be a loss of all the scholars in my poetry club."

Shaking his head, he fanned himself.

It's no wonder that Yuanchen always felt that his cousin's appearance as a bum was learned from this Prince Xuan.

After thinking about it wildly, Di Xin pursed his lips, and suddenly remembered his purpose, and then patiently waited for that "masterpiece" by Zhang Mingyi.

The author has something to say: Hey, I will introduce the stallion man a little bit, and I will officially slap him in the face tomorrow, and then adjust the rhythm

In other words, in this world, if you pretend to be a man, you can't afford to write. The author really named it useless. The name you have taken now will probably be used again in the future.

In the end, everyone has a happy start to school.