"My wife smells like books, she must be a well-read person. You know what it means to scholars to enter the government, so I have the courage to send you a poem as an apology. If you are satisfied, I can also give you the right of signature. How about you be more generous and let him go?"
Zhao An's face was sincere and his words were not surprising.
In an instant, there was a loud uproar all around, and the literati all showed contempt.
Who here can't write two poems in praise of a beautiful woman? If the work is crude, others will also agree?
Ling Qiaoer chuckled: "Sir, he is very calculating, but it's a pity that I'm not interested."
"I guarantee that you will be satisfied, and you can ask questions. If you don't like it, he will let you do it. I will never complain."
Zhao An clasped his fists again, trying to look sincere.
Ling Qiao'er finally hesitated. In fact, it was not a loss for her to hear it. Anyway, she had to wait for the government to come over, just for fun. If the other party made crude remarks, it would be a bad reputation for being a gangster, and she would not suffer any loss at all.
"Okay, I agree to your request."
"Thank you, Miss. You can come up with the questions."
Zhao An was secretly happy, as long as she nodded, he was not afraid that she would not be tempted.
Pu Yuan and Que'er on the side were both curious. If this was the way to save Chu Liuyun, it would require extremely high literary attainments, and even a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, to tempt the other party.
Ling Qiaoer thought for a while, put down the book casually, and said coldly: "Sir, since you want to please me, you can use me as the topic."
Poems that praise people are so easy to say!
Zhao An put his hands behind his back and pretended to think deeply.
Scholars and talented women were talking about it. It was too outrageous for this person to compose a poem on the spot, let alone a beautiful line that could impress Madam Ling. It was almost impossible to complete it.
"Yes!" Zhao An chuckled and opened his mouth, "The emperor values beauty and loves the country. The emperor has been unable to find it for many years, so the family has a daughter who has grown up. She was raised in a boudoir and no one knows her. It is difficult to give up her natural beauty. Choose it on the side of the king, look back and smile with all your beauty, the sixth palace has no color."
The Song of Everlasting Regret was readily available, with only a few words changed.
The huge hall was silent, and everyone opened their mouths and stared blankly, as if they had seen a ghost.
A smile appeared on Puyuan's face, but Ling Qiaoer was dumbfounded on the spot.
The poem is called a quatrain, but ordinary quatrains are not enough to make her lose her composure. The key is that the poem says that she will become the "most beautiful girl" in the harem.
You know, her man is Chen Guogong, which means that this poem implies that Chen Guogong will become the emperor in the future...
Her mind was confused.
She liked this poem, she liked it deeply, but she didn't dare to show it for fear of revealing her inner thoughts.
"What a poem!"
Everyone reacted and marveled again and again. The eyes of some talented women also changed when they looked at Zhao An, full of admiration.
How evil it is to compose a quatrain in the blink of an eye!
Of course, some people hold objections. This is obviously a satire on the lecherous nature of the current emperor.
The scene gradually became chaotic.
Ling Qiaoer kept a straight face and said nothing, but her subconsciously tangled jade fingers revealed her truest thoughts.
"It seems that the girl doesn't like this song, so I'll give you another one and still give you the right to sign it."
Zhao An secretly laughed and spoke again: "The cold autumn light of the silver candle paints the screen, the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies, the sky is as cold as water at night, I lie down and watch the Altair and Vega."
The Du family's Qiu Xi is catchy when recited, but only Zhao An and Ling Qiaoer understand the taste.
"Excellent!"
"Another masterpiece! It's amazing!"
The crowd's exclamations were overwhelming, and Que'er's jaw had already dropped to the ground.
Ling Qiaoer frowned, looked at Zhao An with clear eyes, and opened her small mouth to speak but stopped.
This poem reflects her ending, which is more realistic than the previous Sixth Palace Pink and No Color. She is sure that the man in front of her has great talent, and he seems to have already seen through her identity.
She is very confused now and wants to arrest the person in front of her!
But her identity was kept secret, and she had been hiding in this elegant little building, feeling sorry for herself. Chen Guogong rarely came to see her, and he didn't even promise anything. Today seemed to be an opportunity for her to escape her fate.
Thinking of this, Ling Qiaoer showed a smile and said, "Sir, I admire your talents. I admire these two poems. I like these two poems very much. You can take people away, as long as I don't hold him accountable."
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss. I have a free day, so I will come here to express my gratitude."
"May I ask your name, sir?"
"My surname is Hao, which means ren. You can call me a good person."
Zhao An's serious nonsense made Qiaoer chuckle and wave his hand to leave.
Soon, people from the Xingbu Yamen broke in.
Ling Qiaoer briefly explained the reason, saying that he was drunk and causing trouble, it was harmless and there was no need to alarm the officials.
The police officers from the Ministry of Punishment probably knew who was covering the Red Sleeve Room, so they looked at each other and then receded like the tide.
The farce finally came to an end.
Zhao An and Queer carried the dead pig-like Chu Liuyun back to Cuilan Garden and arranged a room for him to rest.
Quiet room.
Zhao An and Pu Yuan face each other.
Pu Yuan said: "The young benefactor is unparalleled in talent and kindness, and the poor monk has opened his eyes today."
"Master, you have repaid your karma and are you planning to leave the capital?" Zhao An went straight to the point. The latter smiled and said: "The fate of this world is over, so you should retreat."
Want to leave?
Can you get away?
Zhao An said hypocritically: "Master, even if you have to leave, you should at least say goodbye to Mr. Chu."
"That's exactly what the poor monk thinks."
"Now that I have the opportunity, I would like to discuss Zen with the master."
The words made Pu Yuan look surprised. It was enough that he was very talented in literature, but this kid also knew Zen?
Zhao An knows nothing about Zen, he just wants to delay time.
Just now, he ordered Que'er to send Chu Liuyun away from the back door, and the next step was the moment when the Chen family came on stage.
Chu Liuyun caused trouble, and it doesn't matter whether Ling Qiaoer pursues it or not. The trend lies with the Chen family. They let Chu Liuyun die, but they will not break up with the Holy Sect, let alone go to Tianshui Court to arrest people, so as long as Chu Liuyun Even if they didn't leave Tianshuiyuan, they would not dare to announce that Ling Qiaoer was Chen Guogong's woman, even if it was safe.
At this moment, Zhao An and Pu Yuan became Chen's targets.
Zhao An's face is a disguise, so...
"Master, please wait a moment and go to the hut."
The moment Xiu Sanniang came in to serve tea, Zhao An saw her hint and ran away holding his stomach to urinate. Pu Yuan smiled and nodded without any doubt.
Zhao An left, and a large number of officers and soldiers surrounded Cuilan Garden.
Puyuan was blocked in the quiet room.
The moment the cold-faced Master Chen appeared on the stage, Master Puyuan's indifferent face finally changed. He lowered his head and muttered: "Sin, sin... little donor, why should you bully a poor monk."
"Master, come with us."
Chen Yuan was quite polite. After all, the other party was a great master. If he pissed him off, killing him would be like crushing an ant.
Puyuan knew he was stuck in the quagmire, so he did not resist and left Cuilan Garden surrounded by a group of people.
