The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

want something...

Fang Yiru was just stunned for a moment, and soon realized what he wanted?

poetry!

word!

The melancholy that had accumulated for many days finally found a place to release, and he urged in a trembling voice: "Quick! Quick! Take me to see him!"

"Yes! You come with me!"

Fang Jingyuan nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly led Fang Yiru towards the living room.

When the two arrived, there was a man with a feminine face sitting in the living room, slowly drinking the good tea brought by Jin.

There are also such slutty men in the deserted country?

Fang Yiru felt a little disdainful in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any neglect on his face: "Dare to ask the honored guest..."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Mr. Fang can call me Mr. Gui!"

Oh……

It turned out that it was not the man that the girls were chirping about, but the father-in-law.

Fang Yiru couldn't help hesitating, why would someone come from the palace?Could it be that the one who has idle poems in his hand is a prince or princess in the palace, or a noble concubine?

Although this incident is not a political incident on the surface, it actually means a lot to the barren country.

Why did the people in Huangguo Palace help?

"Mr. Gui!"

Fang Yiru's attitude was quite respectful: "I heard that you have something we want in your hand?"

Eunuch Gui smiled reservedly: "If what Mr. Fang wants is what I want, then I have it in my hand."

Fang Yiru wanted to scold her mother a little bit, isn't this special mother talking nonsense?

But he still smiled patiently: "Then I wonder if Mr. Gui can take a look?"

"It's natural!"

Eunuch Gui didn't evade any excuses, he directly took out a booklet from his arms and handed it over, and said with a slight smile, "There are hundreds of poems in this booklet!"

"Hundreds!"

Fang Yiru was extremely shocked, and quickly looked through.

When I saw the first poem, my eyes lit up immediately.

Although this landscape poem is not particularly stunning, it is at least above average.

Among other things, at least it is at the same level as more than half of the poems posted on the walls of the Zhen Guo Mansion.

Enough!

Fang Yiru continued to look through, and the more he looked, the brighter his eyes became. Thirty or forty capitals in a row are of a very high standard.

Wouldn't that be enough right now?

Turning another page, he couldn't help reading aloud.

"All the fragrances shake off Du Xuanyan, occupying all the charm to Xiaoyuan.

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

Frostbirds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies are like knowing and breaking their souls.

Fortunately, we can meet each other with Weiyin, and we don't need sandalwood boards to share the golden statue. "

Fang Yiru was stunned.

Ah this...

"Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk!"

"Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk!"

"Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk!"

"Ah!~~~~~~"

Fang Yiru only felt his body go limp, and he leaned back and collapsed on the back of the chair.

This sentence is really amazing!

After a long time, he finally regained his composure, and said excitedly, "Mr. Gui! I want all the first 43 songs!"

Although his own gap is only forty, but he doesn't mind three more.

He had already made a plan in his mind, and after filling up the poems on the wall, he would use this phrase "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Twilight" to trample Zhao Hao under his feet, so that there would be no room for the literary circles in the deserted country to turn around!

Thinking of that scene, Fang Yiru felt extremely excited.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Gui smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Fang, since I have bound these poems into one volume, the 130 poems will be packaged and sold together. If you think it is suitable, we don't need seventy gold It’s so high, sixty gold is enough! If you don’t think it’s suitable, I’ll leave with the book of poems!”

"Ah this..."

Fang Yiru was silent. Although it was only 130 gold, there were [-] poems in total!

Add up, it is close to eight thousand gold!

He wanted to bargain with Eunuch Gui again, but although Eunuch Gui spoke softly, his tone was unquestionable.

With his current situation in the Fang family, it is not at all difficult to request the appropriation of the eight thousand gold!

But the temptation of the phrase "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk" is too great, he does not allow this poem to slip through his fingers!

So he said with a sneer: "Mr. Gui, let the old man read the following poems again!"

As he spoke, he continued to flip.

Then, the more you turn your face, the worse it gets.

The following poems, with chaotic rhymes and uneven rhymes, are basically the product of graffiti by illiterate people who can barely read.

Beads of sweat came out one by one from his forehead, but his obsession with "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Twilight" still supported him to keep looking down.