After finishing her words, seeing everyone looking over, Honggu said loudly: "Master Qin said: If the son of the Ji family is too long if it is increased by one point, too short if it is reduced by one point; too white if painted with powder, too red if applied with red.
The eyebrows are like green feathers, the muscles are like white snow; the waist is like a bunch of plain cloth, and the teeth are like shells; a charming smile confuses Anyi and fascinates Daliang. "
"The girl personally assessed it, Grade A. Do you have any objections?"
After Hong Gu finished reading, the whole hall fell into dead silence. No one thought that in a country where reckless people are good at, someone could actually write such words.
In the hall, everyone was speechless, and many people stopped talking. They are tempted to promote themselves by disparaging it into worthlessness.
However, the aristocratic spirit and the arrogance of the literati did not allow them to do this.
They can be the disciples of the nobles, or they can bully the common people, but they must respect the real talents.
Otherwise, one would cut oneself off from the class of scholars and the circle of nobility.
Every circle has special rules, which need to be followed regardless of whether they are written down or not. People who don't follow them often have bad consequences.
Challenging existing rules requires courage and unique talent, otherwise you are seeking death.
And this is also the reason why reformers often do not end well.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Honggu bowed to Huang and invited her, saying: "Master Qin, the lady has invited me, and I am in the boudoir."
The hint was obvious. Everyone's faces turned green and red for a while. If one of them got there first, it would still be acceptable. Why did he turn out to be a reckless man?
Even if it was Huang, he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable if he didn't step on them.
"Ha ha……"
He laughed loudly and climbed up the stairs. When passing by everyone, he paused slightly and said meaningfully: "From now on, who dares to say that we, the people of Qin, are incompetent?"
"You are nothing more than that!"
Next, Huang no longer stayed and walked into Ji Linglong's boudoir, leaving a place full of heartbreak.
"I, Linglong, have met the Imperial Master." Seeing Huang come in, Ji Linglong bowed and saluted.
"Girl, you don't have to be polite." Huang stretched out his hand to support Ji Linglong and shook his head: "I'm here too, girl, don't you still show your true colors to others?"
Lan Xiang offered wine and snacks and exited the boudoir. Sometimes she closed the door and smiled knowingly at Huang.
Hearing this, Ji Linglong hesitated for a moment, stretched out her bare hands, and then lifted the veil, revealing a face that would captivate a country.
Even when Huang faced this face, his heart stopped for a second.
So stunning.
At this moment, Ji Linglong was wearing a white dress, with an exquisite figure. There were curves extending under the white dress, her hair was shawl-length, and her skin was as white as snow.
With eyebrows like crescent moon and eyes like glass, this is a peerless beauty.
Coupled with an extremely delicate little face, Ji Linglong at this time is simply the most perfect arrangement from God.
No wonder Ji Linglong is called the most beautiful woman in the world by those who do good things.
Seeing that Huang was stunned for a moment, Ji Linglong couldn't help but smile knowingly, raised her hand lightly, and poured wine for Huang.
"Sir, at such a young age, he has become the master of a country, which is really enviable!" Ji Linglong smiled slightly, and the boudoir seemed a little warmer at this moment.
This smile is like spring flowers blooming.
"Isn't it the same with you? At such a young age, you are already the most beautiful woman in the world. You are known as the most beautiful woman in the world. Speaking of which, your reputation is much greater than mine."
It's ridiculous, but he knows that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. A beautiful woman like Ji Linglong may not even tell the truth.
However, they were not enemies. After a while, the atmosphere between the two gradually relaxed, and the boudoir slowly turned pink.
That night, no matter how Ji Linglong teased him, Huangdu sat still and recited Amitabha all night long.
Little Ji Linglong is just a female enchantress, pink and withered. An Neng can mess with his Taoist mind and liven up her life overnight, which is just a practice.
The next day, Huang left.
He still remembered Ji Linglong's resentful eyes when she left, as if she wanted to melt away the person.
"Sir, our boss has invited you." Lan Xiang had already been waiting in the hall. Seeing Huang come out, she couldn't help but smile.
"lead the way."
Huang became more and more interested in the person behind the boat. He followed Lan Xiang until he reached the end and saw a middle-aged man.
"I've met Master Qin!" The middle-aged man chuckled and motioned for Huang to take a seat.
Looking away at the middle-aged man, Huang nodded: "You already know my name and identity, but I know nothing about you."
"Sir, do you think this is a fair conversation?"
"Haha, you are worthy of being the Master of Qin. You are really sharp." After Lan Xiang served tea and left, the middle-aged man stopped smiling and said, "You can call me Feng Yuheng."
"wind……"
After taking a sip of tea, Huang couldn't help but smile. He was still thinking about recruiting the other party, but now the word "wind" made him stop thinking.
"Nice to meet you!"
With a smile on his face, Feng Yuheng asked Huang, "What does the Imperial Master think of Ji Linglong?"
"The eyebrows have not faded, the spring corners have not opened."
"If the Imperial Master likes it, I will give it to the Imperial Master. It can be regarded as a little bit of affection between you and me when we first met." Feng Yuheng said it very naturally, but Huang still caught the subtle changes in his face.
"Sir, you have spent such a price to build publicity for it. Now that I have written another famous article, Ji Linglong's net worth has doubled."
Huang's eyes were like swords, he stared at Feng Yuheng and said word by word: "She is a cornucopia to you, and Huang and Mr. Huang have just met for the first time. To be so generous, I think what Mr. is asking for is by no means simple."
"Sir, please speak clearly."
Feng Yuheng took a deep look at Huang. He was still a little uncomfortable with Huang being so direct, but a good education made him calm down in an instant. He smiled at Huang and said.
"Feng received news that the Imperial Master's research on the ruins of the Xiong Clan has made some progress. In exchange, he will allow me to make a rubbing of a silk book."
Hearing this, Huang Xin said as expected, then looked directly at Feng Yuheng and shook his head, saying: "Ji Linglong is just a woman. No matter how beautiful she is, no matter how magnificent she is, she is just a woman."
"With my status, it is not difficult to find a woman like this."
Hearing this, Feng Yuheng frowned and his tone changed slightly: "National Master thinks my chips are low?"
"Since you want to exchange, the chips of both parties should be of equal value." Huang smiled brightly and took a sip of tea: "The so-called transaction is usually about each getting what he needs, right?"
"Um."
Nodding, Feng Yuheng said bluntly: "Whatever the Imperial Master wants, you might as well say it clearly."
Nodding slightly, Huang directly revealed his purpose: "In addition to Ji Linglong, I need you to send someone to follow me for a year to teach me ancient writing. I think there must be such a heritage in Mr. Lai's family."
"I wonder what your business is, sir?"
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