Datang: Mother, I really have no private money

"The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove are the great talents of the ancient times." Changsun Wuji sighed with emotion.

"Hahaha... Ji Kang, Ruan Ji, Shan Tao, Xiang Xiu, Liu Ling, Wang Rong, and Ruan Xian are seven people who are unrestrained and carefree. I am a literati, and I show it to the fullest. I am not afraid of the powerful. , don’t go with the world.”

"I'll wait for it, I admire it."

Du Ruhui is also a little drunk now, he spread his arms, and said enviously in a loud voice.

Scholars can say that these seven people are like thunder.

The reputation it left behind is even more interesting to talk about.

Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and Du Ruhui's eyes were a little dazed, looking at the layers of bamboo forest, as if seeing the Seven Sages again!

Qinglong was beside him, nodding with a smile.

"really."

"The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove are all great talents."

"However, compared to my son... it's not enough!"

"My son, you should be the leader of the world's literary world."

Qinglong raised his head and said proudly.

"Oh?" Fang Xuanling looked over.

"The wisdom and talent of His Royal Highness King Wei, I admire."

"But above the literary world, there is no achievement."

"That's enough to say."

"Hahaha...Even Kong Yingda dare not say that he is the leader of the literary world, let alone a boy in his teens!"

Fang Xuanling laughed.

If it was other aspects, he would definitely not say that, but regarding the literary world, Fang Xuanling was an eighteenth bachelor of the Tang Dynasty, how could he be convinced!

Not to mention, Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second.

Who dares to say that he is the first?

Qinglong didn't argue.

He smiled lightly, looked at the yard in front of him, and said slowly.

"My son, you... still don't understand."

"When the wine enters the young master's guts, seven percent of it will turn into moonlight, and the remaining three percent will be the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty!"

"Young master is lonely, who can understand!"

As soon as these words came out, all of a sudden, in the bamboo forest, there was only the sound of the wind rubbing against the bamboo leaves.

Fang Xuanling's brain, which was somewhat alcoholic, was jolted suddenly, and he immediately woke up.

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ps: here we come! ! !Just got home and started! ! !

pps: Thank you Mr. Xu Shizi for your reminder, thank you very much! ! ! ! .

Chapter 88

This is too arrogant.

In these years, he has never heard of anyone daring to say that about himself!

When the wine enters the young master's heart, seven percent of it turns into moonlight, and the remaining three percent, when he vomits out of his mouth, it will be the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty!

Oh my God!

Listening to it can't help but make the scalp tingle and the soul tremble.

For the remaining three points, once the embroidery mouth spits out, it will be the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty!

How is this possible!

This breath...

Take a sip of alcohol, seven percent of it becomes moonlight that can shine on the whole earth, and three percent of the alcohol blends into the entire Tang Dynasty, ~creating the prosperity of the world!

This word... this word... this word is something that even an old man like Kong Yingda dare not say.

Fang Xuanling didn't even dare!

Next to him, Changsun Wuji and Du Ruhui were also stunned.

They all looked at Qinglong, their hearts swelled up like balloons in amazement.

Some silence.

But Cheng Yaojin didn't know which part of his body had awakened at this time, he suddenly broke free from the support of the Jin Wuwei, grabbed a bamboo as thick as an arm with one hand, and shook it like crazy.

"it is good!"

"Hahaha·········"

"One embroidered mouth and one spitting out is the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty!"

"His Royal Highness King Wei, your heart is like the sky. No matter what you say, I, Old Cheng, just listen to it... just pass Y!"

"Grandma's!"

"This is His Royal Highness King Wei of the Tang Dynasty!!!"

"Just like the wine I drank just now, strong!!!"

Cheng Yaojin was a little crazy.

"Old Cheng, what do you know?"

"This is a scholar's business, you are a martial artist, don't get involved."

Fang Xuanling's face darkened, and said quickly.

He looked at Qinglong, his eyes flickering wildly, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"OK OK."

"The front is the yard."

"Let's go."

Li Shimin smiled, turned his head to look at the few people, and said.

But when he turned his head, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but tilt up.

Once the embroidered mouth is spit out, it is the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty!

Brat, you have courage.

If this is the case, I dare not say it, otherwise, I am afraid that I will be scolded to death by scholars all over the world.

For some reason, Li Shimin felt extremely happy.

The yard is just ahead.

The yard is not big.

The courtyard is made of bamboo slices, and inside, there is a small building made of bamboo.

Pushing open the bamboo door, Li Shimin stood in the middle of the courtyard and looked up.

This place is equivalent to a vacuum in this bamboo forest, without any shelter above, the sunlight just falls on the courtyard and shines on the bamboo building.

There is also a vegetable garden in the yard, which is not big, but full of peppers.

Each one is like a red lantern, very beautiful.

"It's quiet here."

Empress Changsun looked around and said with a smile.

"Not bad, quite clean."

Li Shimin walked slowly to the stairs and put his feet up.

Very stable.

He rises slowly.

Empress Changsun followed behind curiously.

Chang Le held Xiao Sizi to prevent her from wandering off, and followed Empress Changsun up closely.

The room is not big.

But the arrangement is extremely ingenious.

Desks, bed curtains, windows, door curtains...

Everything is available.

But this time, there were a few books on the desk next to the window.

Li Shimin glanced at it and chuckled lightly: "I actually read a book."

Some relief.

But he was too lazy to turn over.

Standing in the middle of the room, looked around, then went down.

There is really nothing to see in this room.

But when Chang Le walked to the desk, she flipped through the books a few times, her heart trembled, and her face was extremely excited.

"Dream of the Red Chamber"

It turned out to be a dream of Red Mansions!

I remember that Qingque once told her this story, but only halfway through the story, Qingque became busy, and she often went to him, but it was difficult to see anyone.

Once, he blocked himself in front of Wei Wang's mansion, and waited for a whole day before Qing Que came back.

resignedly.

Qingque had no choice but to write down the story when she was free, and then let herself read it.

It's just that these words were said two years ago.

But unexpectedly, Qing Que still remembered.

And he actually wrote the story down.

After all, after such a long time, Changle himself has to forget about this matter, but every time he thinks of the unfinished Dream of Red Mansions in the middle of the night, he sighs in his heart.

it's good now!

Chang Le quickly hugged the book in his arms.

But I don't know if it's because of nervousness or excitement, there is a book under the Dream of Red Mansions, but this book is not thick, it overlaps with Dream of Red Mansions.

Changle took all these two books away.

Later, Changsun Wuji and the others also went up to look at it, but they found nothing. They just marveled at the chicness and leisure of King Wei.

Li Shimin sat in the yard for a while, then left.

It's really getting late.

Before leaving, he took away the glazed sculpture of a wolf, along with three jars of wine and ten packs of hot pot base.

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on the carriage.

Through the window of the car, Li Shimin looked at Wei Wang's other courtyard which was getting farther and farther away, and there were colors flying in his eyes.

"When the wine enters the young master's guts, seven percent of it will turn into moonlight, and the remaining three percent will be the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty when he vomits it out of his mouth."