I made millions after becoming a tyrant's concubine

In front of the Green Plum Garden on the outskirts of the city, many cars were already parked.

Cheng Liang lifted the curtain and got out of the car, looked at Qian Yanzhi who was bending over, and stretched out his hands to him.

Qian Yanzhi didn't refuse either, and got out of the car with his strength, only then did he see that the green brick wall was as high as two people, and after a few steps, he could see the front gate, with the words Lvmeiyuan on the plaque It was written by the first emperor himself.

The road in front of the Green Plum Garden was built along the river, and the carriages of the princes of the aristocratic families invited by Li Chengye also parked against the wall one by one.

Seeing Qian Yanzhi and Cheng Liang coming, Li Chengye, who was standing at the door and supported by a servant, also walked down the steps at this moment, and came in front of Qian Yanzhi and the others:

"I thought General Cheng wouldn't come."

Cheng Liang saw that Li Chengye was still standing at the door to greet guests while supporting himself, and couldn't help saying: "What is the identity of Lord Hou, how can he stand at the door to greet guests? I really can't afford it."

The smile on Li Chengye's face became stronger, his eyes fell on Qian Yanzhi, his eyes were gentle: "I found out that Shaoshi Qian had something to go out of the palace, so I sent the invitation directly to the Duke's mansion, and I also asked Shaoshi Qian Forgive me."

Qian Yanzhi hurriedly saluted and said: "Your Majesty, it's a great honor to invite me on such a day."

The three of them exchanged pleasantries, and then Li Chengye invited the two of them into the mansion. Unexpectedly, Cheng Liang stopped in his tracks, and bowed to Li Chengye:

"Your Majesty's kindness should not have declined, but I was born as a martial artist, and I don't like these sour poems and poems. I just feel that if I don't come, I will refute Lord Hou's face, so I came here to tell you in person."

Li Chengye nodded and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's lucky that General Cheng is willing to come, if that's the case, then I won't send it off."

"Farewell." Cheng Liang clasped his fists in a salute, and only glanced at Qian Yanzhi, then turned and walked towards the horse parked beside the carriage, and turned on the horse with smooth and unrestrained movements.

After watching Cheng Liang leave, Qian Yanzhi looked at Li Chengye who was standing beside him. He was still sick and weak, but there was still a gentle smile on his face.

He looked at Qian Yanzhi and said: "The last time the Royal Garden was rescued by the young envoy, I originally planned to ask the young envoy to come to the house to thank me someday, but I never had a chance. Recently, the green plum blossoms are in full bloom, so I took this opportunity to invite the young envoy Come and watch to thank you."

Qian Yanzhi also smiled, it was good that Li Chengye didn't mention it, when he mentioned it, he thought of their conversation that day, Li Chengye mentioned intentionally or unintentionally the close relationship between him and Huo Zheng. Yan Zhi felt that Li Chengye was declaring sovereignty to him.

This Huo Zheng and him are childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, even if he is a young envoy now, the relationship between them can't be surpassed.

But today, when he heard Cheng Liang talk about the origin of the Lvmei Garden, he realized that Li Chang, the Marquis of Yangxin who conspired against him five years ago, was actually Li Chengye's father.

When Li Chang's rebellion was revealed, the whole family was imprisoned.

This crime of treason should have been punished by the nine clans, but unexpectedly after the rebellion ended, Huo Zheng reorganized the court, released Li Chengye from prison, and even made him a prince.

Except for not being able to enter the court as an official, and not being able to recommend scholars to participate in scientific examinations, all treatment is according to the Marquis.

Qian Yanzhi also asked Cheng Liang why, but Cheng Liang didn't know either.

Inexplicably, Qian Yanzhi felt uncomfortable.

Just because they met Yu Wei when they met, they were able to pardon his sins and restore the position of marquis regardless of his father-son relationship with Li Chang, which is too partial.

This Huo Zheng is obviously a tyrant, and he killed his biological mother, how could he treat Li Chengye so well? Could it be that they really have something to do with each other?

Qian Yanzhi was unhappy in his heart, but on the surface he still had to pretend nothing had happened. After all, he came here for Meng Xingchen today. As for Li Chengye, we will talk about it later.

After entering the Green Plum Garden, Qian Yanzhi realized how much the late emperor loved the Empress Dowager. The large green plums planted in the courtyard are now blooming, and the light green flowers are stretching freely to welcome the butterflies flying among the flowers. .

The faint fragrance, blowing along the face with the breeze, has a bit of spring flavor.

Walking through the corridor, you can still see other famous talents invited by Li Chengye, admiring in twos and threes among the green plum blossoms, and from time to time a few lines of poetry popped out of their mouths.

Or use flowers to Wing Chun, or use flowers to describe the world, or just write about the character of this green plum.

When Qian Yanzhi walked over, he listened.

Just because of their different identities, Li Chengye naturally wouldn't arrange them together, so they just went to the back hall under the attention of those talented scholars.

By the time Qian Yanzhi and the others arrived at the Guanqing Pavilion, there was already laughter in the pavilion, and the words were praising Huai'an King's poem praising Lvmei for its brilliant writing.

It's just that when Li Chengye's figure appeared at the door, the laughter in the pavilion stopped, and everyone looked towards the door, wanting to see that even Shen Zhaonan boasted that he was a master of calligraphy.

Qian Yanzhi has good facial features, although he doesn't have a strong and glamorous appearance, he can be called elegant and handsome.

He stood at the door, and the first thing he saw was Shen Zhaonan. He got up to greet him, and Qian Yanzhi naturally wanted to respond, but just after he finished his response, he realized that some of these people were looking at him with unkind eyes.

Qian Yanzhi raised his head slightly, and met the eyes of the young man sitting in the middle.

His gaze was cold, as if he was repelling people thousands of miles away, and he was wearing a green shirt, which perfectly matched the green plums in the garden.

It's just that when he looked at Qian Yanzhi, there was always a bit of scrutiny and danger in his eyes, and he said: "I didn't expect that Lord Hou's face is so big that he can even invite Qian Shaoshi, who is not in the palace." Serving His Majesty, how come you run out of the palace every day, it's really unruly."

Qian Yanzhi heard the thorns in his words, and as expected, as soon as he finished speaking, several people present began to whisper to each other.

Shen Zhaonan hurriedly said: "Prince Huai'an, Young Envoy Qian has received His Majesty's order to go out to do things in the palace, and the prince concentrates on composing poems behind closed doors. It is natural not to know."

Only then did Qian Yanzhi suddenly realize that it was he who played Meng Xingchen in Huai'an.

It's better for Shen Zhaonan, as expected, those who have been colleagues are different, and they know how to maintain.

Meng Xingchen was stopped by Shen Zhaonan's few words, and he just sat resentfully, ignoring others, but his eyes kept looking at Qian Yanzhi.

Li Chengye coughed twice, breaking the deadlock in front of him. He was supported by the servant to sit on the main seat, and then he called Qian Yanzhi to sit next to him, and then said:

"This year's green plum blossoms are very good. I always feel let down by admiring them alone, so I invite students from the capital to come and watch them, and write poems and poems. It is not in vain to see the green plum blossoms. You give me a face. Today, I will only talk about the plum blossoms. Poems and songs, nothing else."

Li Chengye's words were gentle and gentle, which made all the people present stop looking at Qian Yanzhi, and just echoed what he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Qian Yanzhi: "This is the king of Huai'an. He is famous for his poems and has a weird temper. It's no surprise that he has little money."

With Li Chengye making peace in the middle, Qian Yanzhi naturally couldn't make the situation too embarrassing. After all, his target person was Meng Xingchen, and he still had to get his words out. He couldn't just choke now, he said with a smile:

"There is an old saying that literati always have a bad temper. If they don't have this temper, how can they be different and write famous poems and articles all over the world."

Seeing that Qian Yanzhi didn't take his previous words to heart, Meng Xingchen suddenly felt a little embarrassed, just saluted and said with a smile: "Young Master Qian is so broad-minded, it really makes me ashamed."

The two shook hands and made peace, Li Chengye was naturally the happiest, he hurriedly called someone to bring the wine he wanted to drink today, and everyone in the room filled up one by one.

Qian Yanzhi sniffed the aroma of the wine, and his body stiffened accordingly.

Li Chengye sensed something was wrong with him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Qian Shaoshi?"

Qian Yanzhi said: "I... I fell down when I got up at night because I didn't turn on the light, and it was too dark. The doctor said to avoid alcohol and spicy, so I'm afraid I can only look at this wine."

Li Chengye's brows were a bit worried, and he asked people to remove the wine and replace it with boiled milk.

Thick milk, with a familiar smell, made Qian Yanzhi pick up the milk bowl and taste it unconsciously. It was sour and sweet, just like eating yogurt.

Qian Yanzhi was a little happy: "You still have this here. The fermented yogurt is very delicious. I didn't expect to be able to eat it here."

Li Chengye said: "As long as the envoy with less money likes it, in this way, when the envoy with less money returns to the palace, I will prepare a portion for the envoy, so that he can eat even if he returns to the palace."

Qian Yanzhi responded while eating, but after thinking about it, he felt wrong.

If Li Chengye had any relationship with Huo Zheng, according to Qian Yanzhi's current status as a male concubine, they should be regarded as rivals in love, why did Li Chengye treat him so well.

Could it be that Li Chengye is buying off his love rival, or is he showing off to himself in disguise?

Qian Yanzhi didn't quite understand.

Li Chengye watched Qian Yanzhi eat carefully, unaware that the corner of his mouth was stained with yogurt, he reached out helplessly, and lightly touched the corner of his mouth with his thumb, causing Qian Yanzhi to look sideways at him in panic.

Li Chengye said: "Your envoy Qian looks like a child, Jing Yuan doesn't eat like you, his mouth is full."

Just now there was still the temperature of his fingertips at the corner of his mouth, which was a little cold, but Qian Yanzhi felt embarrassed, and wiped his mouth with his hand: "I didn't mean it."

Li Chengye smiled and didn't refute him, he just corrected his behavior as the host and started drinking.

Guided by the sound of the drum, the plum blossom branch made a letter. When the drum sounded, the plum blossom branch was tossed and turned in the hands of everyone. After the drum sound stopped, whoever held the plum blossom branch had to compose a poem. It was three cups of wine.

Looking at this posture, Qian Yanzhi seemed to include him, so he panicked, and quickly called out the system:

'System system, hurry up, give me Baidu Tang and Song poetry, I don't want to drink. '

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Qian Yeon-sik: '...'

All right, I'll do it myself.

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