There are no secrets in Chang'an City.
Especially for poetry and songs, once a good work is produced, it will be spread throughout the world.
Zhao Xun's "Autumn Poems" is no exception.
Especially in Pingkangfang, the entertainment CBD of Chang'an City, the young brothers and sisters in the place are extremely enthusiastic about this poem.
Everyone, from the oiran in Pingkangfang to the young husband and wife just starting out, began to try to change this poem into a song and sing it.
It's just that poetry doesn't have a fixed rhyme like Qupai, and it's not that easy to sing. Even so, it cannot dampen the enthusiasm of Pingkangli practitioners.
"Have you heard that Zhao Xun and Zhao Xiaolangjun, the eldest son of Duke Chengguo, wrote an autumn poem when they were visiting the lake in Qujiang, which was highly appreciated by the Lord of Yonghe County?"
"How could you not have heard of it? This poem is so red and purple now."
"That Zhao Xun who fell from the building after a fight between Zui Xiaoxiang and His Highness King Wei?"
"Who else could he be?"
"But didn't he fall to death?"
"Shh, don't you dare say this nonsense. Did you see it? Didn't you see what lies were spread. This is a popular young man who even His Majesty ordered to praise. How could he be dead? Besides, Zui Xiaoxiang is only two stories tall. Even if If it falls, it will be an injury at best. It will only take a few days to heal."
"Yes, yes, let's not talk about this. Let's talk about poetry. Sisters, how about we try to sing it out?"
"Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane lining the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky."
"Why do you want to sing it in medieval accent? I think it's more charming to sing it in Chang'an Mandarin."
"The Luoyang accent is obviously better. Let me sing it again and you guys can listen..."
"Each one has his or her own merits. If you are talking about the slave family, this is not a tune. No matter how you sing it, it is excellent."
"I've told you everything."
"Hey, it's just that everyone is singing this poem now, so it's hard for us to sing well. If we can get Mr. Zhao's poem to be the first to compose the music and sing it, then we can become an instant success."
"Why does Mr. Zhao like us vulgar fans? That's all."
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Bad people's office.
Zhao Xun got up early and washed up as usual.
Now he is used to living in the yamen.
Except for holidays when he would return to the Chengguo Palace to stay with his father, mother and sister, he would basically stay in the Yamen during the weekdays.
This has the advantage of solving the problem of commuting time and allowing you to sleep longer.
For a workaholic who is used to 996 involution, it is not difficult to do this.
But this seems a bit awkward to other colleagues.
If you are so confused, what should we do?
Zhao Xun was like a catfish being thrown into a fish pond, forcing others to follow him.
However, this has indirectly improved the work efficiency of the bad guys' yamen a lot.
The bad handsome man Feng Hao saw this and was happy in his heart.
"I didn't expect that this little bastard Zhao Xun could change the atmosphere in the yamen so well, and I didn't expect it either. Mr. Zheng, you won this bet. I am willing to admit defeat, and the Qujiang Poetry Fair will be held in one month. , I am willing to let Zhao Xun attend."
"Why, Mr. Feng also thinks it's a pity not to participate in the Qujiang Poetry Fair with Zhao Xun's talent?"
Zheng Jie, the chamberlain supervisor, squinted his eyes slightly and said with a half-smile.
"There is definitely something about this kid. I originally thought he was just a playboy, but now it seems that he is extremely talented in terms of both literary talent and detective talent."
Feng Hao likes talented young people very much, and he has promoted countless young people. Currently, two of the top three purple robes in the bad guys' yamen were promoted by Feng Hao from Qingpao.
Now Zhao Xun has indeed shown his talent, but that alone is not enough. Feng Hao will have to wait and see for a while.
"It would be nice for him to join the Qujiang Poetry Club to make it lively and lively. Maybe there will be unexpected gains."
Feng Hao had already heard Zhao Xun's report and had knowledge of the various connections between the Dongyue Swordsman, He Yushi, and the Demon Cult.
This guy is really good at being a good person. He says hello in the morning and asks for instructions at night.
Anyone would feel very comfortable.
Feng Hao is no exception.
"That's good."
Smart people always talk to the point, there is no need to speak too clearly.
"Then our family will go back and report back to His Majesty."
Zheng Jie stood up from his chair and walked away with his hands behind his back.
"This old fox."
After Zheng Jie walked away, Feng Hao put down the tea cup and cursed with a smile.
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"One, two, three, four, do it again..."
Zhao Xun took advantage of the bad guy's lunch break to start doing squats and push-ups.
This is to exercise basic strength. Even practitioners need strength exercises.
Otherwise, even if you have the ability to practice, you will just be a flower in the moon mirror in the water, a duckweed without roots.
After the marrow cleansing, his physique has indeed become much stronger. In the past, he was exhausted and panting after doing fifty push-ups, but now he can do a hundred push-ups at one go without panting.
However, Zhao Xun has no intention of relaxing. Strength is a matter of use and disuse, and it may deteriorate if you are not careful.
"Mingyun, what are you doing?"
Jia Xingwen asked suspiciously when he saw that Zhao Xun always liked to do some strange actions alone.
"Ah, these are push-ups and squats, for strength training, and yoga...for flexibility."
Zhao Xun stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and smiled slightly.
"Uh... I'm here today to introduce you to a new colleague. Mr. Feng found me this morning and assigned a new person to our group."
Zhao Xun cursed in his heart, thinking that there are only two people in our team, and with this new colleague, there are only three people. Do we still need to emphasize the concept of team?
However, if we don't emphasize it, how can we show the importance of Jia Xingwen as the team leader?
"Oh, okay, it should be easier for us to investigate the case with more people."
"That's not necessarily the case."
Jia Xingwen looked bitter, then patted Zhao Xun on the shoulder and said: "You wait here, I will bring him and bring you an orange."
Zhao Xun had a dark look on his face, he had been taken advantage of, and he couldn't say anything.
About the time it took for a cup of tea, Jia Xingwen left and came back, followed by a short, fat man with a round belly.
Um?
Countless question marks appeared above Zhao Xun's head.
Couldn't this person be a new colleague in the same group?
Before he could ask a question, the fat man gave Zhao Xun a cross-hand salute: "Brother Zhao, I am Pan Jinxing, named Wangcai. I was ordered to join the bad guys and was assigned to Brother Jia's group. I ask Brother Zhao for your advice in the future. "
Zhao Xun couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
Prosperity? This word is really joyful. But if you think about it carefully, the word "wangcai" is a supplementary explanation to the name. This guy's name is Pan Jinxing, and there is nothing wrong with the word "wangcai". But this guy doesn't look like he can be a bad person. Could there be a mistake somewhere?
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