Is it abnormal to want to marry an empress?

This is the accent of Tianjing Mansion, and you can tell it immediately.

Some people around who were eager to try, seemed to turn off the fire in an instant, and they didn't dare to make a sound. Now they figured out how anyone dared to tease scholars like them here.

"His father is Jiang Qining, the commander of Jinlin Guard of the third rank." Su Yuzhou immediately recognized the origin of the other party, and whispered in Lu Chengan's ear.

The moment Jiang Xin saw Su Yuzhou, he also froze slightly. After thinking about it, he was about to salute Su Yuzhou.

Su Yuzhou coughed softly.

Jiang believed in understanding, stopped saluting, looked at Lu Cheng'an squarely and said, "I don't know if Mr. Lu can go on the boat and get together with his sister-in-law."

Where did Su Yuzhou expect this to happen? She widened her beautiful eyes. You must know that there is a very evil thing about simulation deduction, and that is the unknown nature of fate.

Maybe Lu Chengan will become husband and wife with her in this round, or maybe Lu Chengan will run away alone in the next round. In short, from her understanding, the closer the relationship is, the easier it is to succeed in the beginning.

In King Jin's game, it was King Jin who deliberately played tricks and spent money to rob her.

In other words, for any woman who appeared, once her fate was intertwined, it was possible for Lu Chengan to run away with others by simulating the unknown of her fate.

Lu Chengan raised his hands in a bow, and said in surprise: "I have offended you so much, and you are still willing to invite me to a party?"

Jiang Xin also bowed and bowed, "Isn't it just right that your Excellency will not worship you if you steal wine, and your younger sister will be ruined among them?"

Lu Chengan smiled slightly, "Then please ask Ms. Jiang to get off the boat and meet me. I can steal the wine, but it may not be the same."

Jiang Xin nodded and said: "Since that's the case, let's let this matter go, but please tell me a place, brother Lu. It will be convenient for us to visit at that time."

Lu Chengan teased and said: "I live in the world as my home, and I don't have a fixed place to live. If you want to ask me where I live, you might as well ask her."

Tang Yi said at the right time: "Brother Lu, have you really been arrested by someone? I thought she was your relative in the capital?"

Jiang Xin almost staggered when he said this.

Under the list to catch a son-in-law?

To be caught by the emperor's daughter list, Lu Chengan's weight is too heavy. He looked at Su Yuzhou in disbelief.

As for the word relatives, he definitely didn't believe it.

Su Yuzhou nodded and said: "If you want to visit him, you can come to my mansion directly, but I can warn you, it is easy to come, but difficult to go. When you come, you have to weigh it carefully."

Jiang Xin didn't dare to say more, he returned the salute, then turned and left.

Tang Yi was really surprised. This Jiang Xin is considered a celebrity in the capital, but he is extremely cautious when facing our 'sister-in-law'.

On the boat.

Jiang Lianqing was still looking at the four words sent.

"Second brother, is anyone here?" Jiang Lianqing looked at the cursive, feeling hot in her heart. These four characters were written really beautifully. It was clearly written [Stealing wine without worship], but there was an unspeakable sense of heroism and passion. Righteousness.

"People? People belong to His Highness the King of Han." Jiang Xin said angrily, "Look at your bad ideas. What else do you do every day besides causing trouble?"

"Now you are being laughed at for no reason, are you happy?"

Jiang Lianqing smiled and said: "Of course I'm happy, if I don't do this, I will come to petition every day, and there will be many people who come to our father to say goodbye."

In the next second, Jiang Lianqing realized, "His Royal Highness?"

"That's right." Jiang Dao said, "The writer is now living in the residence of His Highness the King of Han."

"Father said, no matter what, we can't get involved in royal affairs."

Jiang Lianqing curled her lips and said, "That's so boring."

"Don't be boring, don't be boring. If you get closer to His Highness the King of Han, in His Majesty's eyes, the King of Han is what our father is looking for in his heart."

"If the king of Han is in power, it's easy to say for the time being. If the person in power is not her, you can see what will happen to our Jiang family."

"Our family is Jinlinwei, one emperor and one courtier."

"Facing the King of Han, you see that King Jin and King Qin are in power, will they sit back and watch our Jiang family hold such an important position?"

"This is a close minister of the emperor." Jiang Xin said, waving his hands, and then he praised: "However, this word is really beautiful."

"This Lu Sheng is extremely alert. I don't think he's a fish in the pool."

"However, I feel..." Jiang Xin said hesitantly, "This His Royal Highness...has an unusual relationship with him."

"Unusual?" Jiang Lianqing immediately became interested, "Why is it unusual?"

Women, they are still very curious about gossip.

"When you see a person standing with another person, there is often a certain distance between them. If you are standing next to a stranger, or someone you hate, you will subconsciously keep a certain distance. "

"His Royal Highness is too close to this Lu Sheng."

"If it's just an ordinary doorman, it doesn't make sense at all."

Jiang Lianqing immediately became curious, "That's right, today is Qixi Festival, so it stands to reason, is this Lu Sheng going to send a poem to His Highness the King of Han?"

Jiang Xin shook his head, "It's hard to say about this matter. Articles are naturally made, and you can get them by chance. No one can easily make an excellent poem and present it to others."

"If the poems you write are not good, and you give them away rashly, it will destroy this fate."

"Do you think I have ever written poems to others?" Jiang Xin laughed.

Jiang Lianqing stuck out her tongue and said, "Second brother, if you are not capable, you are not capable, don't speak so decently."

"If you come to my place, you will probably be the same as the one surnamed Cao. You can only kowtow to me pitifully."

"You!" Jiang Xin suddenly got a little annoyed and said, "How can you make things difficult for others like this, no matter whether the writing is good or bad, you will say no."

"Otherwise?" Jiang Lianqing asked back: "It was originally to make things difficult for others. Could it be that it is like praying to Buddha, not only praising his poems, but also letting him drink our Jiang family's wine for nothing?"

"Unreasonable little girl!" Jiang Xin said in a muffled voice, "I see which unlucky guy you can marry in the future!"

Just now.

There was a loud noise from outside.

Jiang Xin looked out.

"My surname is Lu, today is the Qixi Festival, do you dare to compare poetry with our northern scholars?"

"No comparison."

"Why not compare?"

"Too lazy to compare."

"you!"

......

......

......

Woke up at 7pm.

The update came late.

Sorry.

Chapter 79 He Didn't Write Me a Poetry!I have never bought candied haws for me!

People are afraid of famous pigs.

Now that Lu Chengan is not yet famous, just because of the incident just now, scholars from both the north and the south have looked sideways. To put it bluntly, many people regard Lu Chengan as a tool to gain fame.

Since the Tanabata Poetry Fair is a poetry fair, it will inevitably involve poetry.

You write well, but you can't cover everything, even the poems are like that, right?

Lu Chengan chose to pretend to be dead with a high EQ, and he knew the mediocre rhythm of poetry, but in the archives of [Longchang Wudao], what is great is not the ability in poetry, but more in the study of classics and morals, from the perspective of politics and the country. this aspect.

Lu Chengan, who doesn't have [Longchang Enlightenment], can make a few neat poems impromptu, but it's impossible to even think about winning the championship.

If he wanted to make a blockbuster, he had only one way to go, and that was to copy poems, and copy the public.

This Dasheng Dynasty is not the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, holding the poetry library of the five dynasties, is it not just hitting you guys casually?

But the matter of copying poems, to be honest, is not authentic.

At least in Lu Chengan's eyes, this matter is not authentic, not to mention that it is the intellectual effort of the Chinese sages, but it is very unnecessary for you to squander other people's poems and pretend to be very knowledgeable.

The ink that should be there, the insights that should be there are there.

It is understandable to copy poems for survival, which can be regarded as an emergency escape, but it is not advisable to be complacent and complacent after copying poems.

Lu Chengan frowned slightly.

People have been chasing him to compete in poetry, this kind of thing is very annoying, because he thinks this kind of thing is meaningless, and rather than competing with others in poetry, Lu Chengan would rather find a place to eat with His Highness the King of Han.

However, the more restrained Lu Chengan was, the more these scholars thought Lu Chengan was a soft persimmon, and the louder they shouted.

They gradually surrounded Lu Chengan.

"Enough!" No matter how good-tempered Lu Chengan was, he couldn't help it anymore. If this continues, there will be no room for privacy.

"There is a senior in my family who used such a poem to warn me, and now I present this poem to you to encourage you to forge ahead together." Lu Chengan was a little helpless.

The people next to him didn't take Lu Chengan's words seriously.

"Lu Sheng, you wouldn't use any elders of the clan to block your sword, would you? You wrote the poems yourself, and you were afraid that the poems would be too stinky and be laughed at, so you just push it to this unfounded senior?"

The one who yelled the loudest was Cao Gui, who was humiliated just now. After being humiliated, after waking up, he didn't hate the people who made things difficult for him in the painting boat. Cheng An.

After all, Cao Gui has some reputation among this group of scholars. When he said this, others also echoed.

They felt that what Cao Gui said was not unreasonable.

This Lu Chengan was chased all the way by them without saying anything, but any talented person would not be driven away by them like this.

"Lu Sheng, if you don't know poetry, you don't know poetry. There are so many all-rounders in this world who know a little bit about everything."

With a cold voice, Lu Chengan walked up and down, step by step, and said loudly: "Young people don't know how to feel sad, they love to go upstairs."

Take another step.

"Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words."

As he spoke, he looked at all the people in front of him who were running against him and asked him to do a poetry competition, and said as he walked: "Now I know all the sorrow, I want to say it."

"If you want to talk, let it go."