Chapter 175： Extra eleven

The strange flowers and weeds in the garden have bloomed a lot after the spring rains in the past few days, and the palace people carefully take care of them day and night, and many trees that should not have been greened at this time are also very vibrant. +++All Tanmei Novels: www.novelhall.com

The sun is good today, and the palace people sprinkled water in advance, and the flowers of Jiao (yanyan) have drops of water, which is the most delicate time.

The saints were surrounded by clan relatives and ministers, and the elders brought by the ministers' homes were embellished behind them. Don't say I saw the saints, even the corners of the clothes of the saints.

Xue Yuan was surrounded by these ministers. He and Chang Yuyan slowly walked together. The two of them did not rush, it was as if they were simply coming to enjoy the flowers.

Seeing that there were not many people around, Chang Yuyan asked, "Where is the veil you found?"

Xue Yuan had his hands behind his back, his body was handsome and handsome, and he looked like a dog. He said casually: "It's burnt to ashes."

Chang Yuyan teased: "I thought you would take advantage of today to return the veil to the original owner."

Xue Yuan seemed to hear a funny joke, "When it comes to my hands, it is my thing. What owner?"

As soon as Chang Yuyan was about to speak, there was a hustle and bustle in front of him. It was originally an adult who had a flash of inspiration and made a high-quality Wing Chun poem, which caused a small climax in the atmosphere.

There was a palace attendant who wrote it down and read it aloud. After listening to Chang Yuyan, he couldn't help but clap his hands and praised: "Good poem!"

Xue Yuan: "Your father pointed out that you are in your early days. Why not take this opportunity to write a poem you made?"

Chang Yuyan shook his head directly. The corner of Xue Yuan's mouth (hook gou) raised. He was a step behind. He lifted his foot and kicked Chang Yuyan. Chang Yuyan staggered and rammed forward. An adult recognized him and moved away with a smile. Speaking of poems, the Chang family boy can't skip it."

When Chang Yuyan stood still, the position he had let out was already straight to the saint's side. His expression was shocked, and he hurriedly condensed his expression, and respectfully stepped forward to bow to the saint, "Boy reckless, see The Holy Spirit."

Gu Yuanbai carefully looked at the handsome young man in front of him, "Are you Chang Yuyan?"

Chang Yu's words lowered his head deeper: "Yes."

This Chang Yuyan is also interesting, and he is a talented man who is famous in Beijing. Gu Yuanbai remembered two things he did. One was that on the day he was crowned his loyal fan surrounded Changfu, and some people tried to pass by, and finally shocked the government to send troops to arrest people. Another thing has something to do with Gu Yuanbai. This Chang Yuyan once wrote thirteen poems in one breath to satirize the nobles who do not know the suffering of the world, not only satirizing the power minister Lu Feng, but also satirizing him. This emperor can't do it.

The translated vernacular is: "You people who have the power to the sky only care about your own self-interest, and the world is born in disregard. Let all the suffering people under the world provide for you, the big masters who only know how to eat delicious food and wear Chinese clothes. , I think you all are spicy chicken."

These thirteen poems made him offend a large group of people in the capital, and his father was demoted as a result. It was not until the heat passed that this guy started to write poems again, but after this battle, Chang Yuyan's reputation became wider and wider. stand up.

Thinking of this, Gu Yuanbai deepened his smile, "Do you also have poems to submit?"

No matter whether it is an article or a poem, Chang Yuyan writes a beautiful article. What's better is that he has a reputation and is a good person who can incite public opinion. Gu Yuanbai just lacks public opinion talents who can extol his merits, keep him in the highest moral position and open the way for his policies.

Chang Yuyan's mouth is dry. He really prepared a poem, and he did it before visiting the garden. It's just that poem... he did it deliberately, and it's a satire like "Jumen wine (rou) smells bad, and the road has frozen bones."

I thought that if his father took the initiative to let him write a poem in front of the sage, he would dare to read the poem seriously.

Gu Yuanbai watched him silent and smiled, "Stand up and straighten your head."

Chang Yuyan subconsciously followed suit, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Sheng Shang's face with a smile.

The saint looked at him appreciatively, and said to the minister beside him: "My Daheng's young talents are all talents, and they are good men who stand up to the ground."

Chang Yuyan's ears turned red in an instant, and only felt a sense of shame in his heart.

The ministers responded with a smile: "The Chang family boy has the top talent."

Chang Yuyan's father, Dali Temple Shaoqing, stood on the periphery, and his stern and straight face couldn't help but smile when he heard the officials praise his son.

Whatever the emperor said, the minister followed suit. Gu Yuanbai smiled. He leaned over and listened to the courtier's words, his chin was about to be buried in the fur of the Greatcloak.

Chang Yuyan didn't dare to look directly at Sheng Yan, lowered his head slightly, staring at Sheng Shang's chin.

The upper body is slender, but extremely thin, and the jaw is not much (flesh), but the shape is beautiful. When Chang Yuyan thought of those trousers in the middle of Beijing molesting a good girl, he likes to pinch such a chin, and then act lightly.

Fortunately, the saint is the saint, no, the saint is a man, Chang Yuyan, what are you thinking about.

If those trousers dare to pinch the chin of the saint, I am afraid they will be beheaded and ransacked the next moment.

Chang Yu shuddered without a trace, groaning secretly in his heart, complaining that Xue Yuan got up, why bother to kick him?

"Yuyan?" the sage exclaimed, "what poem did you make?"

Chang Yuyan's heart jumped to the back of his throat. He slid his head to the side, and at first glance he saw the layers of plum blossoms.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "This poem, this kid, is just for Mei Mei."

The previous satire that was made in advance was pressed in my heart, and Chang Yuyan chanted a poem temporarily, and the last two sentences praised Kasuga Jinzhao.

Gu Yuanbai nodded and said with a smile: "Full of aura."

Chang Yuyan watched his nose and nose, and stared at the emperor's chin as usual. This time he was a little anxious. As soon as he looked up, he also included the pale (colored) lips of the Shengshang.

The lips are neither thin nor thick, and the corners of the lips are raised like a natural smiling lips.

Gu Yuanbai felt that this kid was not bad. I thought that the thirteen songs he had made before were stunned, but he didn't expect it to be a bit glaring.

He summoned Chang Yuyan to his side and drove around in the garden, and said a sentence or two to him from time to time. The minister next to the emperor looked at Chang Yuyan over and over again, not knowing how this kid got in. The emperor's eyes.

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Xue Yuan leisurely waited for the emperor's anger at the end.

He understands Chang Yuyan, even if it is to add to his father, Chang Yuyan will do something big. But time passed bit by bit, and the front was still smiling, haha, Chang Yuyan also mixed in there and did not return.

Xue Yuan frowned gradually. Could it be that Chang Yuyan hasn't moved yet?

He also wanted to see the little emperor's jokes, waiting for the little emperor's anger. He also sent someone to wait outside the palace in advance, preparing to spread the satire of Chang Yuyan within the capital as soon as possible.

Xue Yuan sighed disappointedly, and took a few steps quickly. The emperor and his party just in front also walked to the corner. At a glance, Xue Yuan saw that his old man was smiling with chrysanthemums, his mouth could not close and he followed the emperor.

Xue Yuan quietly walked over and stood in the shadow behind General Xue. As soon as I stood still, I saw the emperor in front of him suddenly stopped his feet, stretched out his white to transparent hands from his wide sleeves, and plucked a charming (yanyan) flower in full bloom among the green bushes.

"This flower blooms well." The sage praised, and then picked up the flower and sniffed it. It should be that the scent was in line with his heart, and he suddenly smiled.

The upper body is slender and weak, and the body is heavy. But when he smiles, he is full of vitality like a hundred flowers. Xue Yuan, who was hiding in the dark, looked up and saw the smile on the corner of the upper lip at the first glance, only to realize that the sickly emperor had an incomparably good appearance in autumn.

Xue Yuan looked at it for a while, frowning and thinking absently.

The emperor who scolded him so harshly in front of a hundred officials, didn't even the hair grow up?

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In the afternoon the bamboo silk wind music was played and the palace banquet began.

Chang Yuyan sat at the back, looking at the dishes on the table in a daze.

Xue Yuanzhuan, who was sitting at the side, picked up the beautiful imperial vegetables, "Today's poem is good."

"You know..." Chang Yuyan rubbed his eyebrows, "I didn't expect that when I faced the sage, I would also be opportunistic."

The gentleman Xue Yuan smiled, his fangs gloomy, "Holy good means."

Chang Yuyan frowned slightly, "How can you say this to the Lord?"

Xue Yuan raised his eyebrows, turned his head and glanced at this strange friend, then squinted his eyes and looked up at the saint.

Gu Yuanbai was sitting on a high position. He inevitably drank some drinks today. The alcohol content of ancient drinks was not high, but after he came here, he had not drank several times. After a few cups, he ordered people to go. The flask was mixed with water.

Warmth stretched from his lungs to his limbs, Gu Yuanbai exhaled, feeling his face hot.

He can't drink anymore. Gu Yuanbai knows exactly how delicate and weak this body is. He stopped drinking and drank hot tea to sober up.

The saint’s every move is being watched, and it’s good to see the saint’s courtiers. Those who have seen the saint for the first time are all peeking out of the light.

Among them, the one with the brightest eyes is Xue Yuan.

Can you blush after drinking, or is it a man?

Such an emperor can shake Chang Yuyan. Could it be possible that something happened to him that he hadn't noticed while visiting the Yu Garden?

Xue Yuan tapped his wine glass, secretly thinking.

The palace banquet did not last long, and even after it was over, the sky (color) was slightly darker. Tian Fusheng took many eunuchs and sent the ministers out one by one, and when no one was gone, he dragged Zhang Xu aside. God secretly ordered one thing down.

After Gu Yuanbai took a shower, he opened "Han Feizi" at the table while it was still early.

Compared with the orthodox ancient men, Gu Yuanbai has a big flaw. His thoughts come from later generations, and the later generations' thought of transcending (tuo) does not apply to the current environment.

He scored clearly what is good, and what brings the world will cause disaster. He has never read one of these ancient books before. Since entering this world, he has to read it day and night, stay up late to read, take time to read, and combine with the memory of the body to understand and transparent. The original emperor did not do well, so he had to learn the emperor's heart from the book.

There is a saying in modern times that "do not rebel through the clear, chrysanthemum drill electric drill". Even if Daheng is a dynasty that has never appeared in memory, and even if the world itself exists in a novel, the books and historical traces that appear are inseparable from the ** in memory. Gu Yuanbai can’t help. Treat this country with a playful attitude.

As the leading actor in this world, whether it is Chu Wei or Xue Yuan, both have great talents in ruling the country.

To be honest, Gu Yuanbai was quite greedy for them.

Although he doesn't understand why they love each other, Gu Yuanbai respects them. If he can live longer, he can even marry them in order to win them over.

It is a pity that his life has been booked by Lord Yan. Now Gu Yuanbai can only wait for his life to come to an end in Buddhism. Maybe in a while, he can only lie on the (bed chuang) and can't move.

Gu Yuanbai sighed deeply.

Tian Fusheng raised his head and asked, "Holy Master is sleepy?"

Gu Yuanbai shook his head and said, "I am just thinking that people are inherently dead. No matter how much preparations are made, even if I am facing (death) death, I am still anxious."

Tian Fusheng was startled, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground. Gu Yuanbai laughed, "What are you afraid of? I just sighed."

Tian Fusheng was still in shock: "Sage, don't scare the younger ones by talking about these things, the younger ones will have their heart beating."

Gu Yuanbai shook his head helplessly. Losing the mood to read, he put down the book. The waiters in the palace had already retired. Gu Yuanbai went to the bedroom unconsciously and raised the bed tent, and his eyes opened suddenly in the next second. Big.

A beauty **** with five flowers is lying on his dragon couch. The beauty and phoenix eyes are faint, and her intention is to kill shame.

Gu Yuanbai subconsciously looked in front of the beauty's (chest xiong), his face suddenly turned green, he was a man.

The ministers brought their sons and sons to Gu Yuanbai and bowed to Gu Yuanbai: "Holy to Wanan."

Today (Shui Shui) is full of energy, and Gu Yuanbai is also full of energy. The corner of his lips (gou) said loudly: "Get up."

After the spring rains in the past few days, the strange flowers and grasses in the garden have bloomed a lot, and the palace people carefully take care of them day and night, and many trees that should not have been greened at this time are also very vibrant.

The sun is good today, the palace people sprinkled water in advance, and the flowers of Jiao (Yanyan) have drops of water, which is the most delicate time.

The saints were surrounded by clan relatives and ministers, and the elders brought by the ministers' homes were adorned behind them. Don't say I saw the saints, even the corners of the clothes of the saints.

Xue Yuan was surrounded by these ministers. He and Chang Yuyan slowly walked together. The two of them did not rush, it was as if they were simply coming to enjoy the flowers.

Seeing that there were not many people around, Chang Yuyan asked, "Where is the veil you found?"

Xue Yuan has his hands behind his back, his body is very handsome and handsome, and looks like a dog. He said casually: "It's burnt to ashes."

Chang Yuyan teased: "I thought you would take advantage of today to return the veil to the original owner."

Xue Yuan seemed to hear some funny joke, "When it comes to my hands, it's my thing. What is the owner?"

As soon as Chang Yuyan was about to speak, there was a hustle and bustle in front of him. It was originally an adult who had a flash of inspiration and made a high-quality Wing Chun poem, which caused a small climax in the atmosphere.

There was a palace attendant who wrote it down and read it aloud. After listening to Chang Yuyan, he couldn't help but clap his hands and praised: "Good poem!"

Xue Yuan: "Your father pointed out that you are in your early days. Why not take this opportunity to write a poem you made?"