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"Why are they hugging each other?"

Cheng Jijiu, a man in Confucian attire, stood there with a dazed expression on his face. Then he quickly realized something and his expression became strange again.

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When the middle-aged eunuch saw Cheng Jijiu's expression becoming more and more complicated, he thought that something big had happened. His heart skipped a beat and he lowered his voice and said, "Does Master Jijiu want to meet the Holy Master?"

If there is a big connection behind the madness of the spirit beast, some things have to be said in the palace, lest the walls have ears.

"Spiritual beasts are still beasts after all. It is human nature to be unable to control their emotions occasionally. Your Majesty has many things to do every day, so there is no need to bother Your Majesty with such trivial matters." Cheng Jijiu came back to his senses and looked at the middle-aged eunuch with a gentle tone.

The middle-aged eunuch breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Since Lord Jijiu said so, let us report back to Your Majesty. Is the spirit beast going crazy because of a bad mood?"

Cheng Jijiu said: "That's not the case. I just recalled the scene at that time and found that the spirit beast suddenly went crazy after seeing something. As for what it was looking at, I can't answer. Maybe it was the Gu worm on Princess Chang'an, or maybe It's something else."

The middle-aged eunuch was startled: "His Royal Highness Chang An also came to Yuanwu Lake today?"

In his impression, Princess Chang'an has never left the palace since she was seriously injured by the demon clan and returned to the capital. It is a rare thing for her to come to Yuanwu Lake today.

"Yes, I came, but I didn't come to Huanzhou, but to the east coast."

The middle-aged eunuch thought for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "We understand. We will report what the Lord Jijiu said to the Holy One and take our leave."

After saying that, he saluted Cheng Jijiu and Xu Ruxian, the censor of Zuodu not far away, and left quickly.

After he left.

Xu Ruxian, the censor of Zuodu, who was wearing a scarlet robe, turned his head and looked at the eunuchs who were walking away with disgust, and cursed: "These are the eunuchs! Part of the reason why I am gradually declining on Sunday is that they only know "

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Jijiu: "Brother Ruxian, we agreed before that today we will only play chess and ignore political affairs."

When Xu Ruxian heard this, he said no more, just shook his head and sighed.

The two played chess for a while.

Cheng Jijiu suddenly asked: "Brother Ruxian, have you ever heard of Ren Pingsheng, the crown prince of Zhenbei?"

Xu Ruxian raised his eyes and glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said leisurely: "I heard a little bit, saying that his character and mind are both good, but his cultivation talent is too poor. Now he is twenty years old, but he has not even broken through to the ninth level. I miss his father back then. What a high-spirited spirit. Hey, it’s not surprising that a tiger father is a dog son.”

He has good character and heart. After hearing his old friend's evaluation of him, Cheng Jijiu couldn't help but picture him hugging Princess Yunhe, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

At this time, I heard my friend say again:

"By the way, his poems are very good. The one he wrote in the palace a few days ago is about the difficulty of traveling and sighing about the difficulty of the world. It is majestic and has lofty ambitions. It is excellent and will definitely be passed down for thousands of years in the future."

Spread for thousands of years?

The rating is so high?

Cheng Jijiu was stunned for a moment, curious in his heart, and said, "Brother Ruxian, can you read it and listen to it?"

Xu Ruxian looked at him, a little surprised and said: "That poem has almost spread all over the country in just a few days. It is being offered in holy temples, but this model of scholars in the world has never heard of it?"

Cheng Jijiu said: "I sent a group of students to Shushan a few days ago, and they just came back this morning."

"No wonder."

Xu Ruxian suddenly understood, and then said: "The gold bottle of wine is worth ten thousand dollars, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars of treasure."

After reading a poem, Cheng Jijiu looked as usual.

The two sentences it opens can only be said to be quite satisfactory. It is still far from the praise that has been passed down for thousands of years. It seems that the best sentences are yet to come.

"It's hard to stop and throw in chopsticks without food. It's hard to travel. It's hard to travel. There are many divergent roads. How can we be safe now? There will be strong winds and waves, and we will hang up our sails and sail across the sea." Xu Ruxian read it all in one breath.

Less than five seconds.

Cheng Jijiu couldn't help but praise: "It is indeed a good poem! It has been passed down for thousands of years, and what it says is true. This first sentence."

Next.

Cheng Jijiu spent a full stick of incense analyzing the poem "The Journey Is Difficult" word for word. There was light in his eyes as he spoke.

After finishing speaking, he exhaled and sighed: "Ren has such a talent for poetry in his life. If he had studied, he would have achieved something. It's a pity."

At this point, it stopped abruptly.

Xu Ruxian glanced at him and said leisurely: "His father has been brooding about that matter for twenty years. He probably wouldn't let his son change to Confucianism even if he watched him spend his whole life doing nothing."

When Cheng Jijiu heard this, he couldn't help but recall the incident that happened twenty years ago. He sighed in his heart and said no more, "Play chess."

In the blink of an eye.

The sun sets and the night begins.

In the inner city, the most prosperous Sajin Street in the capital.

Shop signs and flags are flying high, cars and horses are coming, pedestrians are flowing in, red lanterns are hung in every corner, and there is a lively scene everywhere.

It is rare that there is no curfew in the inner city. Many people have nothing to do and do not want to go back home. Instead, they meet up with two or three friends to stroll on the street.

This is the case for Ren Pingsheng and Liu Yunmeng.

now.

The two walked side by side, aimlessly walking on the bustling streets, chatting from time to time.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a burst of enthusiastic shouting from the front.

The sister-in-law who liked the excitement was instantly attracted. Her eyes lit up, she grabbed Ren Pingsheng's arm and hurried there with great interest: "Let's go! Go and have a look!"

After a while.

When the two of them arrived, they discovered that the person surrounded by the crowd was actually Tingfeng Pavilion.

"Why are there so many people surrounding a government-run brothel? Could it be that Tingfeng Pavilion will hold some kind of Dragon Boat Festival promotion, where three people buy in a group and one person is free?"

Ren Pingsheng looked at the crowd of people watching inside and outside, and complained in his heart.

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When Liu Yunmeng saw Tingfeng Pavilion in front of him, he couldn't help but think of how he had thought it was a teahouse and dragged Ren Pingsheng in to play chess. His pretty face turned red, and he pretended to be indifferent and asked: "Ren Pingsheng, do you know this place?" Why are there so many people around?"

"I'll go and ask."

Ren Pingsheng replied in a low voice. He was about to ask passers-by when he heard someone explaining to his companions: "Tingfeng Pavilion is holding a literary party today and invited Miss Qingying. Everyone gathered here just to have a look at Miss Qingying." Style.”

Tingfeng Pavilion is considered to be the first among the many brothels in the capital.

Such a brothel has a good environment and high consumption. It is not accessible to ordinary people. It can be said that there are no white men who come and go.

It is common and not surprising to hold arty cultural events to satisfy the spiritual needs of old customers.

But who is this Qingying girl?

Why do so many people want to see her?

"Is it a certain courtesan?"

Ren Pingsheng was confused when he suddenly heard excited shouts from beside him.

"Look, look! Someone is coming!"