Datang broom star

Later someone came to plead guilty.

"Speak" Changsun Wuji looked at the document and wanted to kill someone.

The man bowed his head, "I didn't make a mistake in handling this matter, but there was someone obstructing it."

"Who?" Changsun Wuji commented on the document.

"I'll show my flaws first, so that Zhang Xiang's corruption will be exposed to others. Today, Baiqi went to interrogate Zhang Xiang, and if someone got the news, he sent someone to send a signal to let Zhang Xiang report Huang Sheng immediately."

Changsun Wuji lowered his head to deal with government affairs, and said disdainfully: "Since the stupidity has already started, let's go along, what signal do you need?"

Why is this small group so depressed?

The man lowered his head, "Yes. We learned later that Jia Ping'an was also the one who went to Honglu Temple."

The "broom star" grandson Wuji raised his head for the first time.

"That man is called the Tiger of Hundred Riders."

"A tiger riding a hundred horses is ridiculous." Changsun Wuji really laughed.

The man felt that he was really cheap, "Later, Jia Ping'an went to the brothel where Zhang Xiang hooked up with Huang Sheng, and asked the prostitute to tell who was accompanying her."

"Needless to say." Changsun Wuji raised his hand, "After Jia Pingan learned about this, he deduced that Zhang Xiang wanted to cheat Huang Sheng, so he hurried to the Ministry of Rites and asked Huang Sheng to write a memorial for his guilt. It’s a good way to get back four hundred coins, but what about Yu Shi?”

Chu Suiliang also felt strange, "Where did the censor go with so much effort?"

The man said: "I waited to arrange to give the news to Li Mo, thinking that he was upright and could stab His Majesty a few times, but I didn't expect that Li Mo was hit by someone on the way into the palace, and his leg was in Huazhou. It was broken by the broom star, and it hasn't recovered yet, so it was sent to the medical center."

Li Mo lies innocently in the gun

a group of donkeys

"This is being plotted against." Changsun Wuji is not a civil servant with no strength to restrain a chicken, he kicked the man over with one kick, and said in a deep voice: "I have suffered a complete defeat, what do you want me to do?"

Chu Suiliang sighed: "This old man has thought about His Majesty's various countermeasures, but he just didn't expect to be broken by a document of Baiqi, old man"

He patted himself on the forehead hard, "I remember that most of the brothels are advertised as keeping secrets for the guests, why did the prostitute say so?"

The man got up and complained: "The prostitute didn't talk to Jia Ping'an at first, but who knew that he took a poem, which made the prostitute want to throw herself into her arms?"

Old man

Changsun Wuji wanted to kill someone, "How can Huang Sheng be obsessed with a prostitute who can be moved by a poem?"

"What poem made that prostitute so crazy?" Chu Suiliang also fell into conspiracy theory, "Could it be that those elites in Shandong made a move?"

"Someone brought this." The man took out a piece of paper from his arms.

"A tree of red peaches in Yafuchi, bamboo shade and pine shade. When it blooms late. It's not because of the slanting sun that you can't see it. If you're not an idler, you don't know. It's easy to leave school in cold regions, and it's often late to marry a daughter from a poor family. Spring is about to fall. If anyone has pity, Jia Wenshu will come and break a branch."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Good Poetry" Chu Suiliang is best at calligraphy, but he is also quite accomplished in poetry and prose. "Peach Blossom Poems are not easy to write after this."

Changsun Wuji looked at him: ""

Chu Suiliang blushed.

The most uncomfortable thing about being a human being is to praise your opponent, and it is still such an uncontrollable compliment.

Chapter 73

In the Shangyun Tower, the music is melodious.

Dong Zhi stood in the middle of the lobby, wearing a blue tight skirt, showing her waist like a water snake.

The luthier squinted his eyes and played the piano, outlining a high note.Winter Solstice raised his head slightly, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and opened his mouth...

"A tree of red peaches in Yafu Pond, when the bamboos cover the pine shade and bloom late."

The singing was melodious, and the guests couldn't help being in awe.

"It's not because of the slanting sun that you can't see it, how can you not know if you are not an idler?"

The corners of Dong Zhi's mouth curled up slightly.

What is a courtesan?

In this era of the heyday of literary style, if someone writes a famous piece for you, you are a famous courtesan, otherwise you are just a plaything.

The advantage of the winter solstice is that she knows it herself, but men eat the bad seeds in the bowl and look at the pot. When she gets old and fades, she will naturally become dust.

But it is different with a famous poem. When people mention this poem, they will mention the author and her beneficiary.

"It is easy for students in cold regions to leave school, and it is often late for adopted daughters from poor families to marry."

The guests shook their heads and let out a low sigh.

"Nice poem!"

"This poem reminds me of a spring day, when the peach blossoms are blooming all over the mountains and plains, scorching... scorching!"

A middle-aged man suddenly burst into tears, "So-and-so remembered the woman under the peach blossoms that year, so-and-so missed her!"

"Shut up!" The man cried loudly and disturbed everyone listening to the song, and someone gave him a glare.

"Winter Solstice is crying." Some people were surprised to find that Winter Solstice was so choked up that they couldn't continue singing.

The man who was wailing before wiped away his tears and sighed: "It is difficult for students to leave school in cold places, and it is often late to marry a daughter from a poor family. The winter solstice is born from a poor family, and it is difficult for a poor family to marry a daughter, so that she becomes a prostitute. This poem is simply It is tailor-made for her, how can you keep her from crying."

Everyone nodded, "That's a great talent!"

"It is said that it was created casually, but there is such a talented person in Chang'an City, but I don't know who it is."

"Who did it?"

This question was swirling in everyone's mind.

The winter solstice sucked his nose, took a deep breath, and sang: "Who will take pity on the fall of the spring, Jia Wenshu will come and pick a branch."

She was blessed, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Jia Wenshu...who?" Someone was at a loss.

The crying man was taken aback for a moment, then slapped his thigh, "Jia Wenshu, is that broom star of Baiqi?"

With this poem, the value of the winter solstice is different.She blessed herself again, "It is Mr. Jia Lang, but I don't know what kind of broom star he is, I only know that he is my lucky star and benefactor, known as the tiger of a hundred horses."