"Jasper makes up a tree as tall as a tree..."
After everyone listened, Li Gang, Kong Yingda and others couldn't help but nodded slightly. It was indeed produced by Wang Zi'an, and the beginning of the sentence was extraordinary. In his writing, the graceful willow tree was like a young girl who had just dressed up, wearing a long green dress, and she looked so beautiful. Moving, hopeful and radiant, full of youth and vitality.
The ordinary weeping willow suddenly came alive!
Kong Ling'er looked at Wang Zi'an, her beautiful eyes flashing with light, while Wu Zetian puffed up her little chest with pride.
This is my master!
Unknowingly, the young girls who had been keeping a certain distance from these young scholars also gathered around. At this time, listening to Li Yuan's chant, her beautiful eyes were wandering around Wang Zi'an, and for a moment, Wang Zi'an was handsome. No one else is attracted by his extraordinary demeanor.
Wang Zi'an, you are a true beauty!
Looking at the group of young students, everyone felt sour in their hearts.
The sky is really unfair. It has given some people unparalleled talents in the world, and also given them a perfect and rotten skin.
I bother--
What’s so great about being good-looking!
Although Cui Zihao and Zheng Guan also felt a little sour in their hearts, seeing that Li Yuan seemed to highly admire this song, they could only try to squeeze out their excitement.
Shaking his head, he looked very elegant!
"Ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down..."
The emerald green willow leaves flutter in the wind, just like a girl's green silk skirt. The luxurious and elegant charm is immediately vivid and vivid on the paper.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but shine, as if they saw such a young and beautiful girl, standing by the lake, smiling at everyone.
Even Cui Zihao and Zheng Guan, who wanted to step forward and kick Wang Zi'an off the steps of the pavilion, had to admit that this piece of shit was really something.
However, when Li Yuan read out "I wonder who cuts the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors", they realized that they had underestimated this thief's talent.
They subconsciously looked at the people in the pavilion.
Li Gang suddenly clapped his hands excitedly, and Kong Yingda and others couldn't help but respond with admiration. The group of young girls and noble ladies opposite looked at Wang Zi'an as a thief, their eyes gleaming, and they looked like they wanted to pounce on him and eat him alive, which made him feel extremely contemptuous.
Ah--
Shallow woman!
However, when his eyes turned to Kong Linger, he suddenly felt heartbroken.
The girl Kong Ling'er whom I have admired for a long time, who is like a crane in the sky, noble and dignified, is staring at Wang Zi'an without blinking, as if she is a nymphomaniac, her eyes can no longer tolerate anyone... …
Ah, Miss Ling'er, I didn't expect you to be such a shallow woman!
I suddenly felt extremely frustrated.
Looking at the beautiful scenery, flowers and beautiful families, and the poetry gathering with many scholars, I just feel that it is boring and meaningless. However, the Supreme Emperor and Zhang Jieyu have just arrived, and Li Gang, Kong Yingda and other bigwigs are also very interested. He couldn't stand up and leave directly. He couldn't even show his resistance to Wang Zi'an, a thief. He could only force a smile, feeling that the poems he had been looking forward to in previous years would no longer be good.
Just when he was feeling tormented but couldn't just pull away and leave, he saw the boy in Tsing Yi beside his father walking towards him in a hurry.
His eyes suddenly lit up.
Well done!
This is simply my timely rain——
There is no reason to leave here!
"Sir, it's not good, something happened. The head of the family wants you to go back immediately..."
Before he was overjoyed here, he saw that the boy had already come to him in a hurry, bowed deeply, and said in a hurry.
Cui Zihao nodded calmly, then walked calmly to Li Yuan, Kong Yingda and others, and bowed deeply.
"I'm sorry, my father suddenly summoned me, so I have no choice but to take my leave first——"
Several people were enjoying Wang Zi'an's calligraphy and poetry with great interest. How could they have time to talk to him?
He is just a junior in the Cui family.
Just leave -
Why are you saying hello? You didn't see us busy.
I don’t have any eyesight!
"Well, if that's the case, then you should go back first -"
Several people waved their hands very perfunctorily.
Cui Zihao:......
Somewhat embarrassedly, they cupped their hands at Wang Zi'an and Kong Ling'er.
"Marquis of Chang'an, Miss Ling'er, I will take my leave first——"
Wang Zi'an had a very good attitude and returned the gift cheerfully.
"That's such a pity. I just finished writing it and haven't had time to discuss it with you yet -"
Cui Zihao:......
On the other hand, Kong Linger, as the master, stood up and sent him out of the pavilion, shaking his hands gently.
"Master Cui, walk slowly——"
Cui Zihao felt a little better now.
He said with a smile.
"I deeply regret that I didn't have time to discuss poetry with Miss Ling'er today. I hope that next time..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the hateful voice of Prince An from the other side of the pavilion.
"Miss Ling'er, Miss Ling'er, come here quickly..."
Then,
Then he saw Kong Ling'er waved to him scribbledly, turned around and ran away happily.
Cui Zihao:......
"Master, Master..."
Seeing that he was still standing there in a daze, he couldn't help but urge him softly. He couldn't help but frown slightly and turned back impatiently. The boy carefully looked at his face and reminded him.
"Sir, the head of the family seems to be urging you very urgently..."
Cui Zihao then got on the carriage with a straight face.
Although he knew that his family was unlikely to encounter any major troubles, since his father called urgently, it was best for him to rush over quickly, but he felt quite dissatisfied in his heart.
So, after getting in the car, I sat upright and closed my eyes to relax.
The boy who came to call him looked at his expression of not letting strangers in. He hesitated to speak several times, but in the end he said nothing more.
It seems really urgent.
The carriage that came to pick him up arrived very quickly.
As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, a middle-aged man with a fit body quickly came up to him.
"Seventh Young Master, the master of the house is waiting for you in the study -"
Cui Zihao's expression suddenly became stern. He knew that something big might happen if his father's best confidant could come out and wait for him in person.
All the attendants around my father actually arrived at the door.
"Thank you, Uncle Jian——"
Cui Zihao turned around and asked as he walked quickly inside.
"Uncle Jian, do you know that my father called me here urgently, what happened..."
The middle-aged man whom Cui Zihao called Uncle Jian hesitated for a moment, then gave a slight reminder.
"It seems to be something about the spices. I will know the details when you go in..."
spices?
Cui Zihao was even more confused when he heard this.
What could happen to spices?
Who doesn't know that the spices in Chang'an City are now very popular, and they are more expensive than gold. During this period of time, he used his family's power and various resources to almost cut off the supply of spices in Chang'an. He had already accumulated enough inventory to influence the price of the entire spice market in Chang'an.
Just waiting to make money, what else could go wrong?
But Uncle Jian's serious expression made him feel strongly uneasy.
