It turns out that my younger brother is actually a disciple of the Immortal Sect!
No wonder he has such outstanding talent and artistic attainments!
While Yin Qiaoer was happy for her younger brother to have such an adventure, she also felt sorry for her younger brother, who learned skills in the mountains and was able to learn so much in just a few years.
Su Fan must have suffered a lot——
The two of them listened to Tang Sufan's nonsense as they walked.
One person blows seriously and the other listens carefully.
Yin Qiaoer even listened carefully to the extreme, for fear of missing any word.
The two of them walked to the glass greenhouse in no time. When Yin Qiaoer saw the shiny pieces of glass at such a close distance, she still couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
How much is this worth...
Through the glass, you can see a lot of greenery, with grass thatch spread on both sides. Naturally, it needs to be opened during the day, and it can be covered to keep warm at night.
There are already many vegetable seedlings bursting with vitality inside, which are particularly conspicuous in the cold weather and cold ground.
Although this low greenhouse is not high, it still occupies a large area.
Yin Qiaoer glanced at it and recognized it: cress, water spinach, shepherd's purse, radish, cabbage, water spinach, peas... If the ones in the innermost row were connected in small rows with two small wooden sticks, they should be courgettes - —
It seems that the various vegetables have not been planted for too long.
There are not many species, but there are many varieties.
When she really saw this, Yin Qiaoer couldn't help but feel shocked and her beautiful eyes moved.
It turns out that Su Fan is really a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Who else but the Immortal Sect can master this kind of ability that defies the power of great things in the world?
"It turns out... it can really be grown!"
Yin Qiaoer stared at the greenery in the shed and couldn't help but murmur.
Under the freezing cold weather, it’s really a bit confusing to see these things——
"Harm, a little skill, nothing surprising."
Tang Sufan waved his hand pretending to be quite modest.
Damn, isn’t it just a small greenhouse?
low profile.
Yin Qiaoer glanced at the boy with beautiful eyes and smiled softly. Su Fan was still the same as when he was a child.
When I get something good, I like to pretend to be low-key.
When she was a child, she always saw through things without pointing them out.
However, Yin Qiaoer looked at the 'glazed glass', pondered slightly, and frowned with concern.
"Su Fan, since you call me sister, can I remind you that these 'glasses' should not be seen by anyone who cares about them, and don't make others jealous, okay?"
Tang Sufan looked at Yin Qiaoer's serious expression and nodded.
Indeed, he knew the price of this glass best, so he chose to place it in the backyard so that others could not see it if they wanted to come in and take a look.
Damn, it's really troublesome, isn't it just a few pieces of glass...
At the same time, Yin Qiaoer's long-standing worries were relieved a lot. Her younger brother was actually a disciple of the Immortal Sect...
It's no wonder that he was able to write such poems about immortals in Qinghe Garden.
How could it be possible without going to the Immortal Sect?
The musical instruments over there were also set up, and the two wandering people were called back.
Tang Sufan also carried his guitar out.
"Su Fan, your musical instrument is so weird?"
Tang Sufan smiled: "Sister Qiao'er, this instrument of mine is called a guitar, and it's the Tang Dynasty Limited Edition~"
"Guitar?"
Yin Qiaoer frowned, what a strange name.
Tang Sufan clapped his hands and greeted the girls in the yard.
"Ladies and sisters, come and look, the rehearsal has started~"
Ladies?
For a while, all the girls were amused and laughed again and again...
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At this time, in a pavilion somewhere in the east city of Chang'an City.
There were several young students sitting wearing jade headscarves and gray Confucian shirts.
He was pretending to be pointing at the girls approaching from a distance, talking loudly, and making inexplicable laughter from time to time.
But his eyes were pretending to be serious.
Song Yingcai and Cui Xu, who had troubled Tang Sufan in Chunxin Pavilion that day, were among them.
On the other side came a man in a green Confucian robe, most of whom were somewhat elegant scholars.
Song Yingcai saw it and stretched out his hand to say hello: "Brother Wang, here!"
The man who was called 'Brother Wang' bowed his hands in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, brothers. There are a lot of things in the Silang Courtyard, so I'm late. I hope you can bear with me. Wang will punish himself with three cups later."
Some people praised him: "Haha, Brother Wang is different from us now. He is also an official with a good reputation. It is normal to be busy."
"Haha, no matter where you are, we are just helping each other. Brothers, you will definitely become famous in the future!"
"Oh, you are a talented scholar. Brother Wang is more than qualified to be the assistant secretary of the Silang Academy. Don't be humble."
"Yeah yeah!"
He started talking with a smile and sat down.
Now, everyone has arrived.
"Brother Song, calling us here today is probably not as simple as having a drink, right?"
Wang Tao just sat down, looked at Song Yingcai, and said with a smile on his lips.
Song Yingcai pretended to smile.
"Haha, as expected, nothing can be hidden from Brother Wang's discernment. I wonder if you all know Tang Sufan?"
"Tang Sufan?"
The few people who didn't know why looked at each other, and most of them had never heard of this name.
"Who is this Tang Sufan? Is he worthy of Brother Song's attention?"
Song Yingcai pretended to be mysterious and said slowly: "If brothers Tang Sufan don't know, then do you know that the 'little poetry fairy' in Chang'an City has been in the limelight recently?"
Speaking of the Little Poet Fairy, all the scholars and talents present here immediately knew it.
"I've heard that this little poetry fairy is very talented. He composed poems and quatrains after drinking wine at the Qinghe Garden Poetry Club, which became famous. Later, Qin Huaiying, the son of Duke Zhuyi of Chunxin Pavilion, completed his quatrains and quatrains. Fortunately, this beautiful woman——"
"Yes, recently his words and phrases have even been openly picked out by the gentlemen of our Hongwen Museum for appreciation, but they are quite good——"
"Yes, yes, it's the same in our Hanlin Academy. Many old gentlemen are sighing at his words, but they are regarded as quatrains! I admire him!"
"Indeed, it's amazing to hear that this little poetry fairy is actually the same age as us -"
At this time, one Watson discovered the blind spot.
"Could it be that Brother Song knows that little poetry fairy?"
Song Yingcai's brows darkened subconsciously, and then he said: "To be honest, Tang Sufan is a little poetry fairy, and I have some grudges with Tang Sufan -"
Someone was startled: "Oh? Brother Song, is there still this matter?"
Song Yingcai pretended to be generous and waved his hand.
"Alas, the past events are insignificant. I, Song, can bear the quarrel. I, Song, am truly inferior to Brother Tang's poetic talent!"
On this occasion, the surrounding people naturally responded with a few generous words from Brother Song.
It should be praised, but it should be praised.
While he was pretending to be generous, Song Yingcai suddenly changed his face, showing an angry look.
"Given that Tang Sufan's literary talent is higher than mine, Song has been thinking about it for a long time, and even wants to make friends with him. At worst, Song will apologize and hope that Brother Tang can make peace with her -"
"But... after Song knew something recently, he gave up this idea. This Tang Sufan is simply a shame for a scholar!"
At the end of the sentence, Song Yingcai's face was filled with indignation and he couldn't help but slap the table!
The ups and downs of the story's rhythm were perfectly grasped by Song Yingcai.
If that doesn't work out in the future, becoming a storyteller is a very promising option.
"Oh? What could make Brother Song so angry?"
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