Datang: Li Er, are you teaching me how to do things?

Chapter 18 Good Poems
When Wei Wanyu was angry, a familiar voice sounded.

"Sister Wanyu, you are here too."

The person who came was Fang Yiyu, she had sprayed perfume on her body, and she could smell it from a distance, it smelled very good.

Wei Wanyu felt a little ashamed when she saw Fang Yiyu.

"Sister Fang, I'm sorry, I didn't attend your poetry meeting. I'm not in a good mood these days."

"It's okay, sister, next time my sister holds a poetry meeting, it would be nice for you to come to my house again."

Wei Wanyu hastily agreed.

Fang Yiyu then handed the bottle of Chanel No. [-] to Wei Wanyu, "Sister, take a smell of this perfume. It smells better than No. [-]. The smell is lighter, but it is more distinguished."

Wei Wanyu twisted the lid, sniffed it lightly, and found that the smell was really light, but it also smelled good.

If the previous Chanel No. [-] represented gorgeousness, then this Chanel No. [-] represents simplicity and restraint.

This Chanel No. [-] is indeed more compelling.

"This Chanel No. 550 costs [-] yuan. Hey, I'm completely lost. Next time Chanel No. [-] and No. [-] come out, I'll buy it too."

Wei Wanyu liked it in her heart, but she couldn't afford it, so she could only smile and hand it back to Fang Yiyu.

Fang Yiyu suddenly thought of something, and said happily: "Sister, there is a group of talented scholars gathering in the Wangyuan Building today, why don't we go and have a look together, maybe there will be some good poems."

Wei Wanyu knew that Li Yun would not come, so she agreed.

……

Li Yun and Li Er went to Wangyuan Building together.

This Wangyuan Building is a very famous restaurant in Chang'an, and talented people often gather there.

Li Yun was not familiar with Chang'an, he didn't know it, it was Li Er who wanted to visit the scholars of Datang.

Li Yun noticed that there were more than a dozen elite men in front of him going to Wangyuan Building to investigate, and there were more than a dozen elite men following them, and there were also a dozen elite men behind them, that is to say, there were about five or sixty people protecting Old Uncle Li.

He probably had a guess, thinking that Old Uncle Li was either Li Ji or the princes of the Li family.

Old Uncle Li didn't say anything himself, and he didn't bother to ask.

Coming from later generations, he still respects personal privacy.

After a while, they arrived at the Wangyuan Building.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully checking in, and reward the host with three hundred selected Tang poems."

A hot current poured into Li Yun's brain, and a lot of knowledge about Tang poetry was stuffed into his mind.

Li Rui smiled lightly. He was a little worried about not having enough Tang poems before, and there would be nothing to write about the perfume bottle in the future. Don't worry now, he has a selection of Tang poems, so there is no such problem at all.

Wangyuan Building is not actually a restaurant, that is to say, it does not sell food, but sells tea and wine, as well as some snacks and pastries to go with the wine.

Therefore, when you enter it, you will not feel the noise of entering a restaurant, but the tranquility of a teahouse.

The first floor is almost full, and many scholars are drinking tea while reading, looking quite artistic.

The second floor was a bit more noisy. Li Yun came to the second floor and found a group of scholars gathering for tea and talking about some poems.

Li Rui and Li Er sat down and ordered some pastries and tea.

The two then chatted. Li Er liked this atmosphere very much. He felt that everything was thriving, very healthy, and full of vitality, which meant that he managed well.

At this moment, someone shouted: "Could it be that all men in the world are so unbearable, even a weak woman like me?"

Everyone looked over in search of prestige, and saw three women walking up slowly, the leading one was beautiful, smiling, walking with big strides, she looked like a boy, this person was Fang Yiyu.

A scholar said angrily: "You girl, everyone is gathering here in an upright manner, whoever makes things difficult for you, don't spit blood on others."

"In this case, you scholars, why didn't you call me? Are you afraid of me?"

A scholar knew Fang Yiyu, and said with a wry smile: "Miss Fang, you are the daughter of the Duke, how can we have a heart-to-heart relationship with you?"

"Everyone uses literature to make friends, why bother to be so coy."

On the other side, Li Shimin, who was surrounded by a group of guards, said softly to Li Yun: "This Fang girl is very famous in Chang'an. She has a generous personality and likes poetry."

"Originally, some scholars wanted to rely on their own talents to attract this Fang girl, but she has a very high vision and doesn't look down on those scholars who have no literary talent."

"Slowly, the scholars in Chang'an didn't dare to think of her anymore, and they seldom took her to play."

Li Yun smiled and nodded, "Why does Uncle Li pay attention to the gossip of this Miss Fang?"

"Haha, it's not that I pay attention, but that everyone in Chang'an knows about the Fang family, and everyone knows about it."

People in later generations know Fang Xuanling generally know that Fang Xuanling is an important minister of Zhenguan and Li Er's confidant.

People who gossip a little will know the story about Fang Xuanling being afraid of his wife and Li Shimin giving Fang Xuanling's wife vinegar.

But few people know that Fang Xuanling is not only afraid of his wife, but also afraid of his daughter.

Fang Xuanling treated her two daughters—Fang Yiyu and Fang Yiying—very well, almost obedient to everything, and everyone in Chang'an knew about this.

Even the Shangshu of the Tang Dynasty often joked about this matter, so Li Shimin also knew about the Fang family.

Hearing this, Li Yun smiled lightly, "This Miss Fang is a person of temperament."

At this time, Fang Yiyu said: "Recently there are no good new poems in Chang'an. You people get together all day, but do you have any good poems?"

"Miss Fang, I don't have any interest in poetry these days, and I don't have any good poetry."

"Hey, that's the case again, Chang'an City is getting more and more boring."

Scholars dare not refute, they do not have any good poems.

Fang Yiyu then read two poems, which were the two best poems in the poetry meeting she held a few days ago.

"Papa papa!" The scholars applauded one after another, "Good poetry, good poetry."

"It's okay, I don't know, it's just two mediocre poems."

No one dared to refute.

Li Er laughed lightly, "Li Yun, look at this woman, do you like her?"

Li Yun shook his head, "I can't say I like it, or I hate it, it's just a normal appreciation. This Miss Fang is a straightforward person."

Li Er narrowed his eyes, "If you like it, I will make the decision and let you marry her."

"No, I don't want to get married so early, let's talk about it in a few years."

"Miss Fang, I have new poems."

A somewhat familiar voice sounded from downstairs, and Tao Chengyu, who had met Li Yun once, walked up with his head held high.

He walked towards Fang Yiyu confidently, his eyes swept over Fang Yiyu's thick Wei Wanyu and Xiao Chan, his face changed slightly, but he quickly covered it up.

He was full of earnestness, "Miss Fang, here is a poem for Miss Fang to appreciate."

He then recited a poem, in fact, it was a poem with neat confrontation, not very good, but it was still better than Fang Yiyu's two poems before.

Most of those scholars knew Tao Chengyu, and immediately applauded excitedly.

"Good poems, good poems, Mr. Tao is talented, I admire you."

"In this world, only Mr. Tao is worthy of Miss Fang."

(End of this chapter)