"What Mr. Wei said is true." Li Yuanying turned his eyes slightly and thought of a certain cute little bun. According to the original historical line... He didn't want to do anything unlucky. At this time, he stayed away from Chang'an and stayed in Jianghuahonghuoyishunshui. Jiangnan is as green as blue, and Gongsun Bai is always at his call, so he can keep her safe. Although Yuan Tiangang said several times that her appearance has changed, she still has to be careful... The work of calculating wind power generation should be delayed for about half a year.
"Your Majesty, Miss Cardamom has arrived." Chuntao stood outside the door, bowed Yingying, and said softly.
Li Yuanying looked at the cute girl with oval face and big eyes outside the door, and said with a warm smile: "Little lady, you can sing a ditty or play a clear piece of music as you like, no need to be restricted."
Who doesn’t like two-dimensional beauties? With his cute little face and big, clear eyes, he looks like the kind of monster who can scream for a long time after just one punch.
"Wei Wei." Daukou took the phoenix-headed harp from the hand of the maid behind her, sat under the apricot blossom tree, and gently plucked the strings. The sound was ethereal and clear, with the mellow beauty of the misty rain in the spring breeze, and the falling apricot blossoms. In harmony, the beauty is also a little more fairy-like.
Drinking, tasting tea, admiring flowers, listening to music, it was an ordinary and boring time. As the sun gradually set, Cui Yixuan, Xiao Kai and others also joined in. Compared with Qu Sanniang, whose facial features are profound and whose skin is as white as snow, Daukou's face is not inferior at all, and each has its own style.
If the cardamom grows to double nine years, it will definitely be a bit more beautiful. After all, it is only the little lotus that shows its sharp corners, and it is still several taels away from the stunning beauty, so it is the beginning of February for the cardamom... Du Shisan It's really a punishment.
Li Yuanying, who was a little drunk, looked at Qu Sanniang, then at Cardamom, lightly pressed the table with his fingers, and sang slowly with half-squinted eyes: "Spring outing. Apricot blossoms are blowing all over the head. Who is young and charming on the street?" I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if I am ruthlessly abandoned, I cannot be ashamed."
Daukou's big two-dimensional eyes looked at the half-drunk Li Yuanying with watery eyes, and reached out to catch a piece of falling apricot blossom: Prince Teng, is this a hint to me? If she could enter Prince Teng's palace and become a concubine... it would be better to just be a kabuki actress than to work hard to win the title of oiran of the Tang Dynasty.
Qu Sanniang half lowered her head and rolled her eyes that only she could see: Prince Teng always wrote poems that were easy for people to misunderstand, thinking that he had a soft spot for his love and would have the opportunity to enter the palace. In fact, he was a king with a strong tongue. , a young man who keeps his body like jade and has zero practical experience. Others’ Sleeping Beauty is about practicing knowledge and understanding each other’s strengths and weaknesses through in-depth communication; Teng Wang’s Sleeping Beauty is covered with quilts and does not chat, and really just sleeps. Beauty is a tool person who warms the bed, and its function is equivalent to Tang Pozi and Xiang. bag.
"This song directly expresses friendship, which is better than that of a little girl from Jasper. She has come to marry the king of Runan, so I should express her gratitude to her." Cui Yixuan, the minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, patted the table and praised it. Not to mention just an oiran, she is a noble girl. Prince Teng wants to be included in the palace. Who dares to object? Your Majesty is displeased that the more beauties in Prince Teng's palace, the better. As long as Prince Teng doesn't go out to sea to fish, it will last for three to five years.
A sycophant, a sycophant who can be bribed by a few accountants, is not worthy of conspiracy... Tang Jian did not look at Cui Yixuan and directly included him in Yuwen Shiji's party... King Han was a good person and did things well. Although he is diligent and virtuous, he is too emotional and is dragged down by his mother's family and suppressed by his wife's family. However, Fang Yiai was impressive. It turned out that some dudes didn't know the world. Unexpectedly, in terms of prospecting and mining, she not only had some talent, but also was hard-working and innovative. She even made innovative moves from time to time, and was praised and recommended by Wei Sanlang. Wei Sanlang rarely boasts... To be more precise, he rarely talks about other people's affairs. Even for narcissists like Xiao Shiyilang, he has never expressed any opinions.
"Prince Teng, please leave some room for someone else. My Aye already sends a message every two or three months for training. I will train you again," Xiao Kai took a deep breath and lamented sadly. "I really can't face my colleagues anymore."
Although he is not the second son who is under the greatest pressure, but his eldest brother. The prince-in-law is not that easy to be a captain, especially since the eldest grandson Chong is watching with "eager" gaze and will be reprimanded every month. Princess Xiangcheng is His Majesty's eldest daughter, and Princess Changle is His Majesty's eldest daughter. If the two princes-in-law are not compared from head to toe, then there is something wrong with the minds of the people in Chang'an City.
As the well-known devil of the Tang Dynasty...the unreliable prince, can you write less poems and articles? More than going out
They, who belong to the Lanling Xiao family, are under great pressure. The legitimate sons of various Shandong gentry families are also under great pressure, or even more so. Being inferior to the martial arts family they looked down on in terms of literary talent was no longer a matter of shame, but a big issue of having their face pressed to the ground and being rubbed repeatedly, causing repeated waves of unrest.
Li Yuanying looked at Xiao Kai with drunken eyes, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with an evil smile: "The princes and grandsons are chasing after each other, and the green beads are dripping with tears... As soon as the Hou family enters, it is as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang is a passerby from now on."
For the sake of Xiao Kai's good reputation, he will not change it to a palace... Li Yuanying sang silently in his heart: I am always too soft-hearted~
Xiao Kai was stunned... His mind kept repeating: Prince Teng, you are trying to kill me!
...Wait, when did I have an affair with Cardamom? I do not know how! Also, my Aye is the Duke of the Tang and Song Dynasties. He has the first-class title and the highest rank in the Eight Classics... Wait, where the green beads are dripping with tears and the Luo scarf is there, he pauses for a long time, Could it be that what he wanted to say was...Gongmen? !
"Prince Teng, you must make it clear that Xiao Lang is not so and so in the poem!" After Xiao Kai came back to his senses, he directly hugged Li Yuanying's calf like a tiger on the ground, and begged with his face as pale as a mourning heir.
If this poem was read by Aye, he would definitely guess that the Marquis Gate should be the palace gate with his overthinking, then he would inexplicably become the most hated person in the Tang Dynasty!
"Of course it's not you!" Li Yuanying pulled Xiao Kai up without much strength and said with a somewhat loud tongue. "The Chronicle of Emperor Wu of Shen Yinhou records that Wang Jiandong, the general of the imperial guard, moved to offer wine in the East Pavilion. When Jian met him, he was deeply impressed by the differences in his talents. He Xian said to Lu Jiang: "This Xiao Lang will be a servant within thirty years. It is extremely expensive to be born like this. . Who else can make green beads shed tears? Brother Kai, have you forgotten Marquis Shen Yin’s poem about beauties? There is a guest who is not yet an official, but we are friends... The dusk lingers, and the midnight is even... covered with powder. The hair is exposed, the hair is trimmed and the channels are clear. The fallen flowers are in the collar, and the breeze is stirring the train."
The advanced version is Cui Yingying of Yuanhaiwang: Wait for the moon to fall under the west chamber, and the door facing the wind is half open. The shadows of flowers brushing against the wall are moving, and it is suspected that a beautiful lady is coming. The high-end version is the Little Zhou Empress of Emperor Li Ci: she walks up the fragrant steps with her stockings in her hands, and carries gold-laced shoes. Seeing you on the south bank of the painting hall, I always tremble when I lean against someone. The ultimate version is the Bodhisattva Man written by Niu Qiao, the leader of Niu Sengru and his grandson Niu Qiao, who fights for the Niu and Li Party: the sound of a windlass outside the curtain, frowning eyebrows and laughter (please find Du Niang on your own for the full version, river crabs are everywhere).
Literary men talk a lot, and they have been leading the way for decades.
Xiao Kai: "..."
It’s better not to explain!
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