Prince Jing's Mansion.
A blue bird flapped its wings and kept shuttling between the buildings, finally landing on a giant tree by the window.
Xiaoqing chirps happily to attract the attention of his snoozing owner.
Xiang Zhirou, who was lying on the desk and taking a nap, woke up slowly and saw Xiao Qing, and she immediately became happy.
The little anger I felt when I woke up disappeared.
It’s great to hear from everyone as soon as I wake up.
She has also exchanged a lot of letters with everyone these days, and she has become more and more admired for their good conversation and literary talents that astonished her.
It's a pity that no one told her her real name.
This made her very distressed, because if she didn't know the name, even if she succeeded in losing her family, she wouldn't know where to find him.
Opening the letter, a brand new poem comes into view.
It's "About to Enter the Wine"!
After reading, Xiang Zhirou's eyes twinkled with tenderness, and her cheeks turned slightly red. She looked really beautiful.
"As expected of you all! He can not only write melancholy poems like "Ascend the High", but also write bold and open-minded poems like "The Wine Will Come In".
"Since ancient times, all the sages have been lonely. Only the drinkers leave their names."
"What a loud tone, everyone is really crazy."
She regarded this hastily written poem as a treasure and kept it with great care.
"Everyone said that in addition to "Jianjin Wine", he also brewed three kinds of fine wines."
"We call them heroes drunk, talents brewed, and red-sleeved tricks."
"Among them, the red sleeves are warm, mellow and most suitable for women to drink."
"It's just that Xiaoqing is too young to fly back with a bottle of wine, so we have to give up."
"Wine-making? There are only so many wine shops in the city. As long as you find this red-sleeved trick, you can find everyone?"
Thinking of this, the girl's eyes suddenly glowed with dazzling light.
"Xiaohong, Xiaohong!"
Xiang Zhirou called softly, and within a moment, a maid in red came in.
"What are your orders, Miss?"
"Do you know what the red sleeve move is?"
After Xiaohong thought for a moment, she replied: "Is the lady talking about one of the three latest drinks produced by Liuji in the south of Chengnan?"
"Chengnan Liuji? Do you know who brewed this wine?"
"It is said that the recipe was brought by Liu Ji's boss, and everyone who drank it praised it."
"Miss, you don't know that their wine, for such a small bottle, actually costs a full tael of silver!"
"But we only sell a small amount every day, and they're gone when they're sold out."
"Miss, do you think this Liu Ji is stupid? He puts away a lot of money without making any profit." Xiao Hong frowned, her little face full of confusion.
If Gu Beichuan heard this, he would probably reply with a smile: "Girl, you are still young and don't understand what hunger marketing is."
Now throughout Huainan, who doesn’t know that Liu Ji’s three new wines are in short supply?
Every day before dawn, countless people line up in front of Liu Ji's door, waiting for Liu Ji to open the door to sell wine.
What is the meaning of rare things? This is called the rare thing that makes it valuable!
Relying on gimmicks and scarcity, Liu Ji almost succeeded in occupying the entire Huainan wine market with three new wines!
The remaining wine shops, even those located in the center of the city where every inch of land is valuable.
I'm afraid that within half a month, it will have to close down.
"Okay, I don't want to know how Liu Ji's wine is. Please tell me about Liu Ji's employer." Looking at Xiao Hong who was getting more and more excited, Xiang Zhirou couldn't help but said.
"Okay miss, Liu Ji's boss's name is Gu Beichuan, and he is not very famous."
"But who would have thought that he actually composed a poem at the poetry meeting, which surpassed the four great talents, and was even praised by Mr. Qin of Bailu Academy, saying that his attainments in poetry were no less than his own, and he became famous in the Huainan poetry circle. "
"This kind of person is truly amazing."
"What poem? Is it "The Wine Will Come in"?"
"Miss, how do you know?" Xiaohong looked surprised.
"Ahem, Miss, I... I have a way of knowing, so you don't have to ask any more questions." A few abnormal blushes flashed across Xiang Zhirou's face.
After Xiaohong left, Xiang Zhirou sat alone in front of the window.
Looking at the scenery in front of me, I gradually became trance-like.
It turns out that Gu Beichuan, whom we all call him, has surpassed the four great talents, and he is worthy of everyone.
Even a famous scholar like Mr. Qin had to admit everyone's poetic attainments.
The girl's eyes flickered, her face turned red, and she looked out the window with a look of yearning on her face.
I'm afraid, I'm feeling springy.
But soon, the originally bright eyes dimmed. His expression also became sad, and he sighed:
"It's a pity that we are all very old. I'm afraid we are as old as Mr. Qin."
"We...are afraid it's impossible."
Thinking of this, the girl felt even more sad, and couldn't help but sing softly:
"Before you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you and you are already old."
"You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early."
…
At the desk, Gu Beichuan looked at the letter in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.
This is a letter from Jiangnan, written by his father Gu Jun.
The meaning is probably simple, that is, his cheap brother Gu Xingwen has lived up to expectations and successfully won the imperial examination in the autumn of this year. In the spring of next year, he will go to Beijing to take the examination. If he is lucky, the Gu family will probably produce a Jinshi!
From then on, it can also be called a scholarly family.
Both words and expressions reveal the pride and pride of being a father.
To be honest, my father should love my mother very much.
After his mother passed away, this love was also transferred to Gu Beichuan.
That's why I allowed him to idle around all day long and do so many ridiculous things.
In comparison, Gu Xingwen was indeed more ambitious. He locked himself in his room all day long and studied hard.
It is normal to have such an achievement.
Gu Jun was proud of him, which was understandable.
Besides, Gu Xingwen had never had any ill intentions towards him, and he had no intention of competing with him for the family property. Everything was just Hu's idea.
Therefore, Gu Jun also had another intention, which was to ask Gu Beichuan to run the wine shop business and not to slack off.
In the future, he will have to inherit this family property.
When the time comes, Gu Xingwen will join the officialdom and become a foreigner.
Gu Beichuan is in the shopping mall, mainly inside.
Why should the Gu family be unhappy?
After figuring out his father's thoughts, Gu Beichuan just smiled and made no comment.
I picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter to congratulate Gu Xingwen on passing the exam.
He also encouraged him to study hard and strive to go to high school again next spring.
The words are written so logically and well-founded that one cannot find any fault with it.
"Uncle Fu, please send the letter back."
As Uncle Fu accepted the letter, he complained about the young master in his heart.
Isn't it just a win? What does it matter?
At the Huainan Poetry Festival, weren't the candidates respectful in front of the young master?
The young master is now different from what he used to be. He is not necessarily worse than the second young master!
If the young lady knew this, she would definitely be able to smile.
Master, master, you must never ignore the young master as you did before.
