The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 267 Thief
Water Pavilion.

Sun Fu rushed in with sweat on his head: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

A smile appeared on Zhao Yanjin's lips: "But my beauty won the oiran?"

Sun Fu gritted his teeth and took out the paper from his arms: "Your Majesty, look at this."

"What is this?"

"Poetry written by Miss Zhuxiang."

"What are you looking at? What's there to see?" Zhao Yanjin looked impatient.

Sun Fu grimaced, "Your Majesty, the scholars outside are making trouble because of this poem."

"Bring it to me."

Dong Xiao took the paper and read it while looking at it.

"The scenery of the North is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the rivers up and down suddenly stop flowing..."

As the last word fell, there was silence in the waterside pavilion.

Zhao Yanjin looked at Dong Xiao blankly, feeling a surge of pride and ambition in his heart, wishing he could drink and sing wildly for three days and three nights.

My father guarded the Northland when he was young. It can be said that he grew up day by day in the wind and snow of the Northland.

When he grew up, he followed his father through life and death on horseback, fighting the Tatars, fighting the Huns, and pacifying the country.

He has seen the beauty of this country with his own eyes and knows the beauty of reaching a high position.

Who says he can't be the romantic figure who has made great achievements?

In what way is he inferior to that fat and lame prince?
Do not!
This country must be him, and it can only be him.

"Boren."

"My lord!"

"Do you want me to capture such a strange woman? Tell me!"

"Go back to your lord."

Dong Xiao couldn't hide the excitement on his face, "We must win, otherwise the prince will regret it for the rest of his life."

"it is good!"

Zhao Yanjin shouted, "Sun Fu, I am bound to win this man. If you miss again, come and see him."

"Little one, little one, let's do it right now."

……

"Good words, good words!"

Xie Erli, who had always been indifferent, didn't care that the emperor's grandson was beside him. He picked up his pen and wrote the poem on the long scroll.

After finishing writing, he threw the pen and laughed loudly: "This poem is a masterpiece of the ages. I should get drunk for it. Your Highness, I will take my leave."

"Mubai, let's go!"

Zhao Yishi's calmness made Xie Erli somewhat suspicious of the age of His Highness the Grand Sun. How could he not be excited at all for such a good poem.

What Xie Erli didn't know was that after he left, Zhao Yishi walked to the scroll and looked down at it for a long time.

In the dark eyes, there was a thrilling light that no one could detect.

"Shen Chong?"

"Your Highness."

"that……"

He raised his hand and pointed at Xuxu on the other side, "Your Highness would like to compete with Uncle Han."

Shen Chong frowned: "Your Highness, the King of Han has great ambitions, I'm afraid it won't be easy."

"I can't let such a strange woman be ruined by such a person."

Zhao Yishi smiled slightly: "Go and ask about the questions asked by Miss Zhuxiang."

"Yes!"

……

At the moment, the Jiaofang Secretary, whether he is a scholar in a wine shop or an official in a pavilion, is busy doing one thing: writing poetry!
There is no suspense about the oiran, and the flowers fall and the bamboos are fragrant.

The girl Zhuxiang invites the destined people to have a spring night with the theme of "Lovesickness".

There are so many beauties in the world and so few talented women. At this moment, all the men have the same thought:

I can’t write great lyrics, but I must sleep with a lady who writes great lyrics.

Daxia Li returned to the square table and smiled: "Hey, why aren't you two interested?"

Little Master Pei: "Are you talking humanly? I am a person with enemies!"

Third Master: "Are you speaking human language? I am a self-aware person."

Yes, you have determination!

Daxia Li sat down on the chair and said, "Third Master, after we have finished our busy work, let's get down to business. Stop sitting around."

"There's no rush." ​​Mr. Xie said, "When Zhu Qing comes back, we can go back home."

You didn't do anything, so why did you just go home?

Li Buyan: "If we go back like this, we won't be able to interact with the lady!"

Xie Zhifei gave her an expression that said, "Master, I'm doing something for you, how can I help you?" and tapped his fingers on the side of her tea cup.

Li Buyan looked at Xie Zhifei and his eyes lit up.

Yo, it looks like I heard something!
Before the eyes dimmed after they were bright, Zhu Qing and Huang Qi ran over, both of them sweating on their foreheads.

Xie Zhifei stood up quickly and asked with his eyes: Is it done?
Zhu Qing patted his chest: Done!
"Go home!"

"Hey……"

Li Buyan caught up with Zhu Qing and asked in a low voice, "Why are you going?"

Zhu Qing: "Stealing things."

Li Buyan: "..."

I went behind the scenes to help the girl write a poem. Why did the third master and little master Pei become thieves?
After half an hour.

From the attic of the three-story building, two pretty maids walked up.

One of them put down the lantern, took out the key, and prepared to unlock the door.

"Strange, why is this lock opened?"

"No, it's not gold, silver or jewelry hidden here. Who would steal this stuff?"

The room contains poems written by oiran ladies from all over the world when they competed for oiran. There are also some good poems and lyrics by literati.

"Go in and see if you've lost anything?"

"So what if I lose it? After today, whoever still cares about poems or words will all care about people."

"I really didn't expect that Zhuxiang has that ability."

"You didn't see Lan Xin, her face turned green and she was crying with anger."

"My skills are inferior to those of others, so what's the point of crying? Put the box down quickly, let's go and see who Zhuxiang chooses in the end?"

"Go, go..."

……

Jingsi Curie.

Yan Sanhe longed for the stars, longed for the moon, and finally longed for the person back.

"How about it, have you heard about it?"

Xie Zhifei sat down in front of her, holding his chin in his hand and saying nothing, blinking his eyes again and again.

This look...

Isn't he drunk?
Yan Sanhe turned his face in horror and asked Li Buyan with his eyes.

Li Buyan saw the Third Master's attitude and sneered: "I haven't drunk much wine, but Miss, I'd better put in a nice word to calm him down."

Having witnessed the spectacular scene of Mr. San being drunk once, Yan Sanhe had no doubts about Li Buyan's words.

She cleared her throat: "Third Master, thank you for your hard work."

The third master's face was serious, and he accused Yan Sanhe of being perfunctory with his eyes.

Yan Sanhe quickly went to see Li Buyan: Isn't it enough?

Li Buyan rolled his eyes at Mr. Xie in his heart: Well, that's not enough. Keep coaxing.

Yan Sanhe was silent for a while, and then spoke with difficulty: "Where is... Mr. Pei?"

Xie Zhifei's eyes almost popped out of his head.

This is not to coax him, this is to piss him off to death!

a breath;
two breaths;

Three breaths;

Yan Sanhe was so stared at that he could hardly breathe, so he suppressed another sentence: "How much money I spent is not enough for me to replenish you!"

Stop it!
Mr. Xie sighed helplessly, "Miss Yan, are you thirsty, hungry, tired?"

So, he wants me to coax him like this?

Say it early!
"Xie Zhifei, are you thirsty, hungry, tired?"

"Where are my three...?"

Yan Sanhe waited most of the night, and his patience had long since run out, so he still said "ah"?
Just when her face changed, her eyes widened, and her eyebrows raised, the man in front of her suddenly coughed.

"Zhu Qing, bring the things; Master Li, bring the candle closer."

Zhu Qing stepped forward, placed the long scroll in his hand on the table, and then gently spread his hand.

Yan Sanhe glanced at it and said, "These are Jingchen's words.

(End of this chapter)