Zhou Lang looked at her in surprise.
Think again about the stage environment in the front yard you saw tonight.
I seem to understand something in my heart.
Guests who can enter the inner courtyard of Qingye Pavilion and participate in the court appearance of the oiran.
They are all of noble status, and every one of them comes from a princely family!
So what are the conditions for the oiran to leave the cabinet?
I'm afraid it's really not something that Yinliang can handle!
I was happy for a while, but I wanted a woman to bear the consequences.
Zhou Lang couldn't do such a thing no matter how confused he was.
"Tell me, what are the conditions for you to leave the cabinet?"
Zhou Lang asked.
"Sir, Qingye Pavilion has given me the conditions for leaving the pavilion."
"It requires the guests to write a poem."
"Only by being able to dominate the audience and convince everyone can you get the concubine."
"In addition, we need three thousand taels of silver."
Jiang Lier could only tell her the conditions for leaving the cabinet.
"Wow, three thousand taels of silver!"
Zhou Lang was shocked when he heard this.
The cost of Qingye Pavilion is really a lot of money.
Just to get out of the court for the first time, so much money is needed!
He had learned about the current consumption level of the Zhou Dynasty from Zhou Xiaoshun.
A pound of rice is only three or four copper coins.
One tael of silver is worth one penny, which is a thousand copper coins!
One tael of silver is enough for a family of five for a whole month.
What a luxury...
"Sir, it's about poetry."
"Let me think about it for myself, maybe I can still get through it."
Jiang Li'er thought that the young master was frowning.
It is worrying about the conditions of poetry.
But I didn't expect that what people were worried about was not poetry, but money...
When an oiran comes out of court, he will be asked to pay three thousand taels of silver on the first night.
The ransom fee is more than ten thousand taels of silver!
However, the county prince's palace received only one thousand taels of silver from the inner treasury as an offering each year.
Damn it, I have to think of a way to make money.
How can I earn so much money as soon as possible?
“What are the conditions for poetry?”
Zhou Lang asked.
"The poem request given to me by the Pavilion Master."
"We want the guests to take the battlefield as their theme."
"The one who can write the best artistic conception of the battlefield is the one who can get the concubine."
Jiang Lier said.
"Let me go, your Qingye Pavilion is just a place of feasting and feasting."
"The Pavilion Master actually asked for a poem about the battlefield."
"Isn't it a joke..."
Zhou Lang understood the situation and couldn't help being speechless.
"Young Master, if you can't compose poetry."
"I'd better think of a way to get through this."
Jiang Li'er lowered her head and said.
"It's okay, where's the pen and paper?"
"I'll leave you a copy of the poem."
"Let you get through tonight's crisis temporarily."
"Wait until I gather the money to redeem you."
Zhou Lang glanced around and saw the study on the other side of the small hall.
He immediately walked over, picked up his pen and dipped it in ink.
Thinking about the historical background of the Zhou Dynasty...
The Zhou Dynasty was a dynasty that he had never heard of in history.
But...the previous dynasty of the Zhou Dynasty was somewhat similar to his historical memory.
It should be the historical background after the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.
This also shows the historical stage of the Zhou Dynasty.
It was almost the era of the Sui Dynasty or the early Tang Dynasty.
If you want to write a peerless poem for free.
Here in Zhou Lang, it can be said that you can get whatever you want!
With the theme of battlefield war, there is...
When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.
Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall.
Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.
The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt.
Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death.
Too bad no one asked!
…
Zhou Lang's writing was as fast as the wind, and he wrote Xin Qiji's "Broken Arrangements" in one go.
But, in the last three words of the last sentence.
He paused and changed the word "poor for nothing" to "poor for no one asked".
Zhou Lang knew that being a copywriter did not mean that he could just copy other people's things.
He was only seventeen years old, and it happened in vain.
I'm just afraid that some people will see through it at a glance.
Once these three words are changed, the artistic conception of the entire poem changes into another meaning.
The previous descriptions should have been Xin Qiji's review of his life's battles on the battlefield.
There is also the sadness of growing old despite having unfulfilled ambitions.
But when Zhou Lang changed like this, everything in front of him became his longing for the battlefield.
It's a pity that no one gave him a chance.
Looking at the colorful fonts on the paper, Zhou Lang secretly felt happy.
Fortunately, when he was in school, he was forced by his parents to take a calligraphy hobby class for several years.
Otherwise, it would be really embarrassing.
"Sir, this is a poem you wrote..."
"It's a good job to settle the affairs of the king and the world, and win the merits and fame!"
Jiang Li'er was already wearing a long skirt and reluctantly came to the desk.
Look at the peerless words written by this young master.
A look of shock flashed in her beautiful eyes!
"Okay, take this and give it to the Pavilion Master."
"You should be able to avoid tonight's banquet."
"As for the money, give me a few days to think of a solution."
"I am Zhou Lang, the eldest son of Linping County Prince's Palace."
Zhou Lang turned around and said.
He looked at the beautiful and disheveled woman next to him.
He almost wanted to pounce again.
Holding back his heartbeat, Zhou Lang hurriedly left.
He didn't dare to go through the main entrance, so he opened a small window on one side and jumped out...
Follow the alley and find an exit.
After hiding there and waiting for a while.
Maybe those guys couldn't be found and gave up the pursuit.
Or it was because the dinner party for the bride of Qingye Pavilion to officially come out of the pavilion started.
The courtyard gradually became quiet.
Zhou Lang rushed out quickly and climbed over a courtyard wall.
Returned to the street at the gate of Qingye Pavilion again.
Zhou Xiaoshun drove the carriage and actually kept guard at the door of the inn.
Zhou Lang rushed over immediately and jumped into the carriage under Xiao Shunzi's surprised gaze...
Zhou Xiaoshun hurriedly left with his carriage, heading back to the Prince's Mansion on the east side of the city.
"Your Majesty, were you okay just now?"
It wasn't until he was far away from the center of the city that Zhou Xiaoshun asked.
"I'm fine, but..."
"Why do they call me Silly Prince?"
Zhou Lang asked doubtfully.
"Uh... Your Majesty, it's just that they've been used to it since they were young."
"You don't have to take it to heart."
"Wait a minute, does the entire royal family in the imperial city call me the foolish prince?"
Zhou Lang asked with a frown.
"this……"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Zhou Xiaoshun replied helplessly.
"Silly prince?"
"Have I really been that stupid before?"
Zhou Lang seemed to understand that he was indeed an honest man in his previous life.
I have been bullied for so many years.
I’m afraid no one in the entire imperial city knows the title of Silly Prince!
"Your Majesty, you are not stupid, but your temper is too... mellow."
Zhou Xiaoshun was under Zhou Lang's constant questioning.
Then he told the story of his previous life honestly.
Zhou Lang in his previous life, since his mother-in-law passed away ten years ago.
There was no one to shelter him in the huge county palace.
My father went into seclusion in a Taoist temple on Houzhai Mountain.
The management of the county prince's palace is also controlled by the steward.
The prince does not have much status in the palace, and he is timid and timid outside.
When bullied just put your head down and leave.
As a result, he was called the foolish prince by some children of the royal family.
