Over time, the title Silly Prince became famous throughout the imperial city.
"Your Majesty, you were seriously injured this time to save your life."
"Although I have lost my memory, my courage is much greater than before."
Zhou Xiaoshun said excitedly.
He was still recalling the scene when his master slapped Zhou Xiangcheng on the face several times.
It’s really satisfying!
"Okay, after we go back, let the housekeeper come see me early tomorrow morning."
Zhou Lang thought.
What kind of butler is this?
The prince went to propose marriage, but the housekeeper only prepared a bride price of fifty taels.
Let him be humiliated in the Gu family for nothing.
Is the dignified county prince's mansion already so poor?
He had to figure out the situation quickly.
Is it the master who is being bullied by the weak and the slave, or is something else going on?
Furthermore, it was the beautiful Jiang Lier who was lying in his arms not long ago...
She was Zhou Lang's first woman in this and past lives!
He must find a way to make money and redeem Jiang Lier's life as soon as possible.
The carriage moved forward.
At this time, in the inner courtyard of Qingye Pavilion, the dinner party for the bride to leave the pavilion was in progress.
A middle-aged MILF woman with still graceful appearance stood on the stage.
Behind him stood three maids holding a wooden tray with three satin red flowers on it.
A long red ribbon is connected behind the red flowers, leading along the ground to the deep arch at the back.
"Dear officials and gentlemen."
"Tonight, we have three more ladies from Qingye Pavilion who are about to leave the pavilion."
"I believe all guests have been waiting for a long time."
"Now, slave, don't waste your time, please hurry up and invite the first lady tonight."
"Jiang Li'er from Dongjun..."
The woman said with a smile.
"Hurry up and let the bride come out to meet the guests."
"I can't wait any longer."
"Yeah, come on, let's see."
"What kind of stuff is it?"
Two tall and sturdy men wearing brocade robes shouted loudly.
A group of people shouted in unison.
The woman was not in a hurry and walked slowly towards the first wooden plate.
Pull up the red flower and hold the red ribbon.
As the ribbon was pulled out, a figure slowly appeared in the deep arch.
It was a graceful figure of a woman wearing a gorgeous dress, but her head was covered by red brocade.
"this……"
The woman looked shocked.
Jiang Li'er, whose head was covered with a brocade hijab, was seen holding a wooden plate in her hand.
There was a roll of white paper on it, and it followed the red silk on the ground to the center of the stage.
"Li'er, what's going on with you?"
The woman asked softly in her ear in surprise.
"What is Qingye Pavilion doing?"
"The bride came out of the palace, and she still wore a hijab."
"Does she already have someone?"
A group of distinguished guests stood up in surprise and asked.
These regular customers know this very well.
The bride of Qingye Pavilion always shows her true colors when she comes out of the pavilion.
Unless the candidate is confirmed, he will wear a hijab and go to the backyard to greet the guests.
I have never seen a bride covered with a hijab as soon as she appears.
"Brother, your Qingye Pavilion's rules."
"When was it modified?"
From a window on the top floor, a burly middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"This... I don't know."
"But look at the wooden plate in Jiang Li'er's hand."
"It's quite interesting..."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar touched his nose and felt that there was something good to watch tonight.
On the stage, I saw Jiang Li'er, whose face was clearly visible with a hijab.
Holding the wooden plate high.
"My concubine, Jiang Li'er, was supposed to leave the palace tonight."
"But... I have been spotted by a young master."
"And this young master has also met the conditions for Li'er to leave the cabinet."
"I have to wear a hijab."
Jiang Lier said calmly.
A sound like silver bells.
It immediately caused countless guests to frown...
"Which boy dared to break the rules of Qingye Pavilion?"
"Tell me, who is he? I must deal with him!"
In the crowd, a noble man stood up angrily and asked.
"Li'er, don't be presumptuous!"
"What you did was a violation of the rules set by the Pavilion Master."
"Not even the princes of various families would dare to act so boldly!"
The woman quickly whispered a warning in Jiang Li'er's ear.
"Don't worry, Mom."
"Li'er dare not disobey the rules of the pavilion master."
Jiang Li'er answered softly.
Put down the wooden plate in your hand and take the paper roll in your hand.
"This is the condition set by the master of the pavilion for Li'er to leave the pavilion."
"I would like to invite all officials and princes to write a poem with the theme of battlefield battle."
"The one with the best poems can be Li'er's bridegroom."
"That young man has already written a poem."
"If the officials and princes of any family can surpass this poem."
"Li'er can take off her hijab in public."
Jiang Lier said confidently.
Untie the silk rope of the scroll.
He handed one end to the woman's hand, under the doubtful gaze of all the guests.
The book unfolds slowly...
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!
…
Suddenly, the entire courtyard and pavilion became quiet.
All the guests looked at this unique poem on the scroll in surprise.
I couldn't help but stare straight...
"The horse is moving so fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt..."
"Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation before and after death!"
"Hey, what a good word..."
"Who wrote this poem?"
…
The guests looked at it with big eyes and small eyes, and asked in disbelief.
Inside the window sill, the middle-aged Confucian scholar also took a breath of cold air.
"Who wrote such good words?"
"I have countless friends throughout my life."
"In the literary world, I have never seen such an amazing literary talent!"
The middle-aged scribe exclaimed.
"Brother, I can't understand poetry."
"However, this poem actually expresses the thoughts of us generals who have been fighting on the battlefield all year round."
"I read the sword while I was drunk, and I dreamed about the horn-blowing company..."
"Man, can this song find a match tonight?"
The burly man asked quickly.
"Brother Xiong, don't say this poem that you can't find an opponent tonight."
"In the next few hundred years, I'm afraid there will be no rivals..."
"Come here, tell Jiang Li'er that she doesn't need to attend tonight's cabinet dinner."
"Find out, who actually wrote this poem?"
The Confucian scholar immediately ordered.
"As you command, sir."
The subordinates standing at the door immediately clasped their fists and accepted the order and left.
"It depends on what you want, brother."
"I think the person who wrote this poem is very important to me."
The burly man said in surprise.
"To be able to write such an article."
"This person must have unparalleled literary talent!"
"I want to see this person as soon as possible to see if he is available?"
The Confucian scholar smiled slightly.
On the stage, all the guests were still surprised by the artistic conception of the poem.
A maid hurriedly came from the background.
After whispering a few words in the woman's ear, the woman quickly asked her to help Jiang Li'er turn around and leave.
The coming-out party is still going on.
Jiang Li'er has arrived at the top floor pavilion.
After explaining the situation, he took out the jade pendant.
The Confucian scholar and the burly man were both stunned...
