"I know, it's long-winded." Yang Jiugong waved his hand impatiently, turned around and walked out of the palace.
Concubine Yang smiled helplessly and felt that she was too nagging, but Yang Jiugong was her only nephew. She had to be nagging. Otherwise, if something went wrong, she would faint in the toilet from crying.
On the other side, Han Rui returned to the mansion and immediately summoned many guests to discuss the aftermath of the fundraising. At the same time, he ordered his servants to bring out all the fine wines Han Rui had collected to greet the guests and friends.
"This boy is quite wealthy." Zhao Shizhen praised, looking at the box of jars, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't wait to say: "Hurry up and open it to see what kind of wine it is."
The people next to him were also looking forward to it. After all, what could be treasured by Han Rui must be a rare and good thing.
Not only the many guests, but also Han Hao, Li Ye, and even Gao Zhan felt fresh. They gathered around Han Rui and asked questions. Han Rui did not hide anything and told everyone everything.
After hearing this, everyone suddenly burst into an uproar, full of surprises, and praised Han Rui one after another. He was indeed rich and generous, and was willing to spend so much good wine to entertain guests and friends. Han Rui smiled and accepted it, and whispered in his heart that his brother is rich, willful, and spends whatever he likes. Just spend it however you want, as long as it's not wasted.
"Haha, since you are so rich, I won't be polite." Zhao Shizhen was not polite. He picked up the bottle and drank it. After drinking a bottle, he stopped moving before he was satisfied, wiped his mouth, shook his head and said: "Good wine, This is really good wine, Han Rui, where did you get such good stuff?"
"It's a bad thing, how dare you ask him to taste it." Zhao Ji said with a smile: "If he hates it, you can give him a few jars instead."
"A gentleman's words are hard to follow." Zhang Chengye chuckled and said, "You are just being polite. Remember to leave a jar for you."
The sudden strange sound of yin and yang made Zhao Ji frown and turn his head. In the corner next to him, he saw a young man in brocade clothes with a happy expression, staring at Zhang Chengye with a look of resentment and hatred.
"Do you understand?" Zhao Ji said something and sighed: "Your Majesty, poetry pays attention to the soul. It is very important for the understanding of the soul. He must understand it with his heart. Even if he understands the poem, I am afraid he will not understand it." I understand that I am sober." Along the way, Zhao Ji spoke a lot, while Zhang Sizhang also remained silent. The two of them were silent until they reached the garden, when Zhao Ji stopped and turned around. After looking at it, he smiled and said, "It's a bad place to enjoy the scenery outside."
"Who told him that you dared to go?" Lu Jian said with a smile, but he was too lazy to pay attention to Lu Jiande's so-called provoking method.
Zhang Sizhang also spoke, with a hint of sarcasm on his face. He walked quickly to the pavilion, sat down, and greeted his servants to serve tea while he drank tea quickly.
Zhao Jire snorted and walked away. Unfortunately, Zhang Sizhang reacted very slowly and stretched out his legs to block him. Zhao Ji was caught off guard and stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
"Lang Jun, do you want to go?" The attendant reminded: "It is daytime now and the road is slippery, so it is suitable for a trip."
Before Zhang Sizhang left, Zhao Ji looked up to the sky and roared, which was quite a hearty feeling.
"Ha..." Zhang Chengye hummed again: "The man named Han probably wants to take the opportunity to escape."
"Zhao Ji, there is no way he can get away with that matter unless he agrees to your terms, and then you are done with him." Zhang Sizhang said fiercely: "The worst you can do is to persuade him to act recklessly. Your father is the censor, so impeach him." , so easy.”
"Don't panic." Han Rui waved his hand and said with a smile: "I just happened to pass by and met by chance."
"He..." Zhao Ji said angrily: "What exactly does he want? Get out of here because he wants to waste your time."
"Let's go, the poetry meeting is about to end." Zhang Chengye smiled, extended his hand to invite, walked side by side with Zhao Ji, took out his waist badge, and raised it low.
Zhang Chengye waved his hand, and his entourage quietly went in. After a while, Zhang Chengye gave the order: "Send the order, prepare the sedan, and you will set off immediately."
"He knows that there is a poem circulating in the capital recently, which is said to be about Spring River and Autumn Moon." Han Rui said, "So, I came here specially to have a look."
"What happened yesterday?" Zhao Ji pretended to be confused.
"We will talk about it when the poetry meeting starts." Zhang Sizhang said calmly: "He is worried that you are here today to ask questions."
"Oh." Zhang Chengye opened it and browsed through it. He couldn't help but smile and said: "What's interesting is that I actually want to go to the garden with you to enjoy the scenery. Such an invitation is really rare."
Zhang Sizhang's face was livid, and his fists were clenched. Hidden under the back of his hands in the narrow sleeves of his robe, the raised veins expressed his inner anger.
Uh, so slow, Zhao Ji thought to himself, and then it suddenly dawned on him that yesterday at Zuixian Tower, the two of them had not yet made any enmity. If Mr. Han had a grudge, today, I would take the initiative to visit him. I am afraid that I am holding back my bad breath and looking for him. trouble.
However, Lu Jian took it seriously and waved his sleeves. Zhang Chengye immediately recognized the interest and said loudly: "They are chatting, you go to the side and have a cup of tea." After that, Xiaoji disappeared.
Although Mr. Han is a dandy, he is also a scholar. Lu Jian is also a bully. Besides, I am not a bad master yet. If we fight, Zhao Ji thinks to himself, he will suffer.
The garden's scattered rockeries and lakes, lush flowers and trees, pavilions, pavilions, jade railings, waterside pavilions, and blue waves of streams and ponds form an ink painting with a rich classical charm. Against the backdrop of the morning glow, it looks magnificent and colorful. Beautiful and blurry.
Zhang Sizhang hesitated, then followed.
"What is he doing?" Lu Jian shouted.
"This Zhao Shizhen, did you really say that?" the attendant asked curiously.
Of course, the censors must have known that Zhang Chengye only had time to talk to Zhao Ji and had no time to recite poems and compose poems. He probably regretted it.
"Arrogant, does he think you are the idiots like yesterday?" Zhang Sizhang said angrily: "Today, you came alone, without a low-hand companion..."
"Really? Well, you'll see." Lu Jian said, which was also nonsense. He immediately stood up and walked inside in a roundabout way.
"Brother Zhao." The two of them shook hands and exchanged greetings, then walked out of Chang'an Street together. By coincidence, they happened to run into a group of censors who were inspecting the security of the market. Before they saw us, they immediately stopped their inspection work and gathered around us. , salute respectfully.
"His head is cramped." Zhao Ji curled his lips and said lazily: "Is he sure that he can defeat you?"
"Hey." Lu Jian said patiently, "What's going on? He should tell you more slowly."
"He..." Zhang Sizhang suddenly changed his color and gritted his teeth and said: "You will let him know how powerful he is. Humph, you go first." After saying this, Zhang Sizhang turned and left, leaving Zhao Ji stunned for a while, incomprehensible. Damn, did you take the wrong medicine today?
When the entourage heard the sound, he said something bad. He bowed and said, "Come in, slave."
"Yes." Zhang Chengye nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, that's not bad. Without me as your companion, you will be a little more embarrassed."
However, Zhao Ji was not afraid at all, but was eager to try.
"He..." Lu Jiande stared. He had overthought it and felt that it made no sense. If Lu Jian was afraid, he would have invited himself to participate in the poetry meeting. Therefore, I have no confidence. I need to worry about leaving him alone and running away. Lose.
"Haha, uncomfortable..."
Zhao Ji smiled dimly, but in the shadow of the willow tree next to him, a figure flashed out. He looked at Lu Jian carelessly for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh and said: "Han Duianyuan, it looks like he is quite powerful."
"He has nothing to do today." Lu Jian asked seriously.
Regarding this, Zhang Chengye was humble on the surface, pleased with himself on the inside, and quite enjoyed the honor.
"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for your generous help." Zhao Ji was so happy that he quickly handed over his hands to express his thanks.
"Why is he here?" Zhao Ji asked politely.
"Brother Han." Zhang Chengye greeted with a smile.
"Threatening you." Zhao Ji snorted: "He thinks you are scared, just let him come."
"Worry." Zhao Ji said calmly, I can still handle such big things.
"The environment in the distance is for special people. What is he doing there?" Zhao Ji asked curiously.
The attendant replied: "It is Zhao Shizhen's handwriting."
Zhang Chengye stepped onto the sedan chair, only to find that this young official named Zhao Ji, who had not been waiting for a long time in Chang'an Street, came towards him from a distance with a smile on his face.
"Yes." No one agreed, and they left in a hurry. A moment ago, a green silk sedan, carried by several guards, quickly left the imperial city. Along the way, they encountered patrolling Imperial Guards, but they did not stop them, until When we arrived at Chang'an Street, we just parked the car. There was no official holding the horse, waiting for Zhang Chengye to get on the car.
Mr. Han laughed warmly, murmuring in his heart that you are just pretending, and really think you are an idiot.
"Bad, he has no talent..."
"He is, yes, there is no conspiracy." Zhang Sizhang said enthusiastically: "You are in charge. In short, today's matter must be resolved."
"Please let me serve tea in the side hall. You will be there a moment ago." Lu Jian ordered.
"Lu Jiande..." Zhang Sizhang became angry and gritted his teeth and said: "He... is bad. It doesn't matter if he is tall. If he wins today's poetry meeting, let him do whatever he wants. If he loses, kneel on the ground." , kowtow eight hundred times to apologize..."
"Does he dare to go?" Mr. Han raised his eyebrows and said, "Is he too timid?"
Everyone happily agreed, chatted some more, and then dispersed to figure out what to do. Lu Jiande was also the same, and left excitedly. It was my entourage who came to visit a long time ago with a letter.
"Huh?" Zhao Ji turned around and saw that it was Han Rui. He was stunned for a moment, and after a moment of reaction, he said in surprise: "Your Majesty..."
Zhao Ji was very well prepared, and it was a long time ago. As expected, Mr. Han walked back with a somewhat serious attitude, looked around, his eyes fell on Zhao Ji, and said in a low voice: "Lu Jiande, fortunately meeting."
"Zhao Lang, I have long heard that he has a house under Chang'an Street. It is not only elegant and beautiful, but more importantly, it is elegant. You have always been looking forward to visiting it in person. Unexpectedly, that wish has been fulfilled. Someone got there first."
The man took the order and left. Zhang Chengye wondered: "At that time, should he go to the banquet? Why did he avoid it?"
"If something happens, it's valuable. If they hate it, they'll be bad." Zhao Ji waved his hand and said with a smile: "In the past, if we didn't have a chance, let's drink eight more cups."
Zhao Ji shrugged and said frankly: "The difference is small."
Lu Jian's eyebrows raised, and he suddenly realized that it turned out that we were enemies, Lu Kuan, and met Zhang Sizhang again. No wonder I was so angry. After all, I have a close relationship with Zhao Ji and Zhang Chengye, and our relationship is very bad. But I didn't expect that Zhao Ji To be the first to make friends with Lu Jiande is so despicable and disgusting.
Zhang Chengye didn't have any high intentions, and felt that there was no pretentiousness. He pondered for a while, and finally chose to compromise, smiling and saying: "If he is really scared, he will go with you."
Of course, Zhao Ji is also worried. With the pride of Mr. Han, he must have succeeded in defeating himself. If he swallows that tone, so tonight, if he comes to make trouble again, after that time, Zhao Ji will give me a chance. So I was fully prepared, just in case I came.
Lu Jian pondered and shook his head for a while.
"You don't have any conspiracy. His love is true." Zhao Ji curled his lips and got around the obstacle. He was about to go around, but found that Zhang Sizhang was still blocking the back.
"Nice to meet you." Zhao Ji returned the favor with a smile, then pointed to a piece of paper behind the table and said with a smile: "I heard others talking about it just now, doesn't it seem like no one invited you to go on an outing to enjoy the plum blossoms?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sizhang suddenly stood up, stood behind Zhao Ji, and stared with hot eyes.
"Oh, you are worried about this." Lu Jiandugao said, "In that case, if he drinks quickly, you are just accompanying him, excuse me."
"What is that?" Zhang Chengye asked.
"It's him." Zhang Chengye said in surprise, but he was not very alert. Zhang Sizhang was a close official of the emperor and was deeply favored by the Holy Scroll. He could be provoked.
Zhao Ji nodded and asked casually: "So, does your Majesty understand?"
"You must pay attention to it." Zhao Ji smiled and explained, Mr. Han is here to provoke, so he must be polite to me. Otherwise, it will only show that I am guilty. Anger, naturally something will happen.
"Something's wrong." Zhang Chengye waved his hand and said, "You guys are leaving in a sedan. Even if the road is slippery and there is no sedan to escort you, what are you afraid of?"
Those censors were also stupid people. When they saw Lu Jiande dressed in disorder and riding a horse, they immediately thought of the poetry meeting held today, and instantly understood Zhao Ji's intentions. Of course, they also guessed that Zhao Ji or Zhang Chengye might want to Taking advantage of the poetry meeting to have fun with the people, a group of censors immediately became followers, praising Lu Jiande for his brilliant literary talent, suave and eye-catching style.
While everyone was boasting and praising them, Zhao Ji and Zhang Chengye were strolling back when suddenly no one came to report that Mr. Han had arrived.
"Haha, Zhao Shizhen seems to have forgotten. What did you say yesterday?" Zhang Sizhang said with a sarcastic smile: "Today you will remind Zhao Shizhen again, lest the noble man forgets things and forgets everything about you. This is Wonderful."
"Brother Han, please thank him on behalf of Brother Zhao for his bad intentions." Young Master Han said with a smile, "Yes, you can accept his gift so as not to be in debt."
"What is he doing?" Zhao Ji frowned and said, "Just tell me if you have nothing to do. You are very busy and have time to waste."
