Datang broom star

"I am innocent."

"Innocence...what's the use of you then?" Xu Jingzong sighed: "Youth is fleeting, don't rest while you can still do it, go back to Mount Zhongnan, the old man will teach you a few tricks to ensure that you are invincible in bed. "

This ox pen is so fresh and refined that Jia Ping's left ear goes in and the right one comes out.

After arriving at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the convoy stopped at the side, and the brigade began to go up the mountain.

"Gao Yang!"

Danyang also came, came to hold Gao Yang's arm, glanced at Jia Pingan, and said in a low voice, "Have you ever eaten him?"

Gao Yang's pretty face flushed slightly, "Xiao Jia and I are getting along well, not as dirty as you think."

Danyang covered his mouth and snickered, "Dirty? Look at you, you're blushing... yo, it's actually pink. It can be seen that he has been secretly in love with him for a long time. I wish I could live together with him."

Gao Yang glared at her, "What nonsense? I am several years older than Xiao Jia."

"I heard that the female junior holds a golden brick, the female senior five, and Sai's mother..."

"I strangle you believe it or not?"

"Do not believe!"

Jia Pingan found a lot of old guys, these old guys got together, or wrote poems, or laughed and talked, but from time to time they turned their eyes to Li Zhi.

"They are those people."

Xu Jingzong said in a low voice: "These old fellows... Now that Guan Long is in charge of Changsun Wuji, they are gradually fading away. Why did you invite them out this time..."

Jia Pingan waited for the answer.

Old Xu thought for a long time smugly, "I'm afraid I'm here to play."

Jia Pingan shook his head, "These people are gradually moving away from the court. I think His Majesty is not happy with today's gathering."

This group of old guys exuding ambition and decadence is dreadful. Li Zhi is not crazy, he will only keep him at a respectful distance.

Xu Jingzong sighed: "Actually... this trip to Zhongnan Mountain is a continuation of what happened at the end of last year."

Jia Pingan understood.

"At the end of last year, Chang'an was shocked when His Majesty issued an order. These old things couldn't sit still anymore. No, they took this opportunity, probably to get close to His Majesty."

Poems began to be chanted ahead, and applause could be heard from time to time.

Someone laughed loudly, "I have been passing down my family's poems and books for many years, and seeing this Taiyi Mountain today, there should be poems handed down."

"It has fallen." Xu Jingzong said in a low voice: "Guan Long has never relied on any poetry and books. It was a family from Shandong. Guan Long relied on swords and guns. They are married to each other and hold an army in their hands. Changing the dynasty, this is what they rely on."

However, in recent years, the older families of the Guanlongmen faction have been frustrated, so they turned to poetry and books, wanting to follow the path of civil servants.

There is a platform in front of them. At this moment, everyone is tired from climbing the mountain, so they sit down and rest.

Some people are making tea, and some are taking out food boxes to share food.

Li Zhi sat in the best place, surrounded by Wu Mei who was wearing a mask, he said with a smile: "Everyone has poems, I should listen to them."

This is the style of the Ming Lord.

Someone got up and recited his own poem.

The atmosphere is very warm!

Jia Pingan felt a little ridiculous when he saw this scene of the monarch and his ministers enjoying themselves.

Li Zhi wished to dismantle all the powerful families in the world, and these powerful families also wished to turn him into a puppet. The contradictions between the two sides were almost irreconcilable.

This harmony between the monarch and his subjects is for everyone to see.

For a while, poems and prose were flying, and everyone cheered loudly from time to time.

When Danyang heard a good poem, he couldn't help praising: "It's really a good poem."

Gao Yang raised his head, and Dan Yang asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Gao Yang proudly said: "If Xiao Jia speaks, they will feel ashamed."

Danyang: "..."

Li Zhi commented from time to time, and all the old ghosts were quite satisfied.

Someone is already drinking, drunk, "Whose poems can overwhelm this old man?"

This person actually has the momentum of 'the old man asked who else'.

Old thing, Li Zhi's expression turned slightly colder, and then he summoned his confidants, "Where is Shangguanyi?"

Wu Mei suddenly said softly: "Uncle Wu Yang is here too, I heard that he has some talent for poetry."

Shangguanyi, who just walked out, froze.

Last time in Qujiang Pond, he put on the posture of an old senior, trying to teach Jia Pingan a lesson, but Jia Pingan's song "February Spring Breeze Is" directly crushed him, and it still hurts to think about it.

Seeing him in a daze, Li Zhi couldn't help snorting coldly.

These old guys in Guanlong wrote poems here to express their opinion to him: We have started writing, how do you arrange it?

The Guanlong Clan is a cancer to the emperor, and now they are changing from old to new, and the new Clan headed by Changsun Wuji is receiving the resources of the older generation.

But these people...Look at their attitude towards Changsun Wuji, they seem friendly, but their eyes are a little cold.

Changsun Wuji and others are manipulating the government, and Li Zhi feels that it will be a disaster if these old clansmen are involved.

Shangguanyi has poetic talent, and her position is just right, just below the prime minister, neither high nor low.It would be very nice to have him with a sense of proportion.It won't be too embarrassing to win the old guys.

But Shangguanyi hesitated.

He took a deep breath and thought about it.

Poetry is not about eating and drinking, just come when you want.Many of the poems written on the spot are mostly pre-prepared, not what is called improvisation.

There is no seat for Jia Pingan here, and he stood with Lao Xu, talking about the nearby scenery in a low voice.

Shangguanyi's poem begins.

Someone in front shouted: "Avoid this place, take a detour!"

A few woodcutters appeared in front of them, begging for mercy.