Great Tang Broom Star

The musicians are in place, the maiko and kabuki are in place.

The palace people outside were silent.

In the hall, Li Zhi and his women waited quietly.

Surrounded by respectable female officials and servants, they knelt on the ground, full of expectations.

Ding sound.

Immediately the music came slowly.

Li Zhi nodded slightly, and Queen Wang said softly, "The composition is good."

Li Zhi didn't say anything.

A group of maikos stepped forward and danced gracefully.

The dance is moving and the music is melodious.

After dancing, Li Zhi nodded, "Not bad."

Eldest Sun Run standing beside him said with a smile, "Your Majesty, you are so honored."

Then go back, and these maikos will be rewarded.

Then a group of musicians stepped forward.

singing.

Wei Wushuang listened, feeling tactful and affectionate.

The poem is good, the arrangement is good, and the singing is even better.

She took a look and found that those people were all listening attentively.

This is a rare moment of enjoyment in the palace, and even the emperor will be more tolerant.

Just one tune, and then another, interspersed with dances.

After listening to three songs in a row, Li Zhi nodded slightly, feeling good.

Relying on his background, Changsun Run stood by the side at this moment, explaining for the emperor.

"This is a poem by Shangguan Shaojian."

Li Zhi nodded.

This is his confidant!

His whole body relaxed,

Immersed in singing.

How come it belongs to someone else?

Wu Mei felt wrong.

What about brother?

She glanced at Changsun Run, wondering if he left brother's behind?

But the next poem is anything but mediocre.

Wu Mei narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly asked: "Who has today's poems?"

Changsun Run didn't squint, and didn't even look at her.

Changsun Wuji said that Wu Mei was a slut and a lowly maidservant, so Changsun Run naturally followed suit, and it was considered good if he didn't give a contemptuous look.

If you want to say that he is too courageous, but Li Zhi has to bow his head when facing his eldest grandson Wuji, what is a woman of his?

Li Zhi noticed it, and smiled at Wu Mei as a comfort.

Wu Mei narrowed her eyes, thinking of Changsun Wuji's attitude towards her.

From Changsun Run, she knew that she was just a passerby in Changsun Wuji's eyes. The key was that she didn't have the status and ability to challenge Changsun Wuji at the moment.

Not to mention her, even Li Zhi couldn't challenge his uncle at this moment.

The gloom flashed in his eyes.

Li Zhi was also quite unswerving in his heart.

It's all for my uncle to give me face, but do you, a dude who relies on the shadow of the royal family, dare to show me face?

So, does this emperor belong to the Li family or Changsun Wuji's family?

With a smile in his eyes, "Where is the order from Tai Le Department?"

I won't ask you any more!

Yang Yi stepped forward, "Your Majesty."

There is more unswerving in Changsun Run's eyes.

Ever since the first emperor was around, the eldest grandson's family has been the top dignitaries, there is a queen in the palace, the prince is also his own nephew, and the emperor is even more unreasonable... Changsun Run and the others used to enter the palace to play with the prince from time to time. And little transparency is quite disdainful.

Over time, Changsun Run felt that the royal family was like that, no different from his relatives.

"Are there any poems by Uncle Wuyang?"

It's not that Li Zhi has to listen to Jia Ping'an's poems, but he needs to use this action to appease his concubine, and to warn Changsun Run cryptically.

I am the emperor!

Yang Yi first glanced at Changsun Run.

Wu Mei saw his action, and couldn't help but feel a little cold.

No matter how big Sun Run's face was, he didn't dare to give Yang Yi a warning look, otherwise Li Zhi would have walked away.

Seeing that the elder Sun Run had no instructions, Yang Yi felt a little embarrassed.

says have?

That would offend Chang Sun Run.

Offending the emperor, if the matter is not serious, Changsun Run can keep him. But if he offended Changsun Run, the emperor would definitely not be able to keep him.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

The singing and dancing continued, and Li Zhi also had a smile on his face, but Chang Sun Run found that...he was sitting on wax.

Facing the emperor's inquiries, his subordinates dared not speak because of him.

He glanced at Wu Mei.

Wu Mei's expression was calm, as if the humiliation he ignored earlier didn't exist at all.

Bitch!

Aye said that that bitch Wu Mei is a scourge, a scourge that seduces the king!

He glanced at Li Zhi again.

With a smile on his face, Li Zhi glanced back at him, quite kindly.

That's all!

Changsun Run glanced at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Majesty, how many poems are there by Uncle Wu Yang?"

Li Zhi said with a smile: "In this way, they can sing."

"yes."

Yang Yi stepped back and found himself covered in sweat.

Wu Mei glanced at Li Zhi, and Li Zhi nodded slightly.

Yang Yi ordered to go on, and the spirits of those musicians and musicians suddenly lifted.

Li Zhi said with a smile: "What poem is this? It actually made them so happy."

Wu Mei put aside the previous matter temporarily, and said with a smile: "The concubine said that she wanted to be lingering. Ping An's heroic poems are very good, I don't know how this time will be."

Wei Wushuang thought to himself, didn't that little thief compose "Hongdousheng Nanguo"? When he was praised as the best at the time, why did Zhaoyi say that he could not compose lingering poems?

Jiang Han saw the previous confrontation, and said in a low voice: "Zhaoyi was humiliated by Changsun Run earlier, the better Uncle Wuyang's poems are, the more embarrassing Changsun Run will be."

Wei Wushuang nodded, "Incapable and jealous, Uncle Wuyang suppressed his poems."

Jiang Han nodded.

Music starts.

The musician sang slowly: "The stars last night, the wind last night, the west side of the painting building and the east side of Guitang."

The corners of Wu Mei's mouth curled up slightly.

My brother really did a great job!

This beginning is wonderful and memorable.

Wei Wushuang's appreciative ability was a bit weaker, so he looked nervously at the emperor and empress and others.

The emperor smiled, not seeing anything.

The empress was sullen, but Concubine Xiao Shu was unexpectedly involved.

Wu Zhaoyi looked slightly happy.

That's fine.

The musician's voice raised a little, and Yang Yi beside him shook his head intoxicated.

Did the poem make him so intoxicated?

Wei Wushuang was doubly curious.

"The body has no colorful phoenix and two flying wings, but the heart has a tacit understanding."

I am two places away from you, I wish I could fly to your side with the wings of a colorful phoenix. My heart and yours are like the rhinoceros horn, we are closely connected, there is no separation, and we are integrated into one.

ah!

Wei Wushuang's face turned red instantly.

Jiang Han couldn't help sighing slightly, "Good poetry!"

There was more melancholy in her eyes, wondering if she remembered the years outside the palace.

The poetry is simple and straightforward, but the lovesickness is burning.

The palace servants and servants wished they could clap their hands and applaud, they could only feel the heat accumulating in their chests, almost gushing out.

Brother actually wrote such a famous sentence!

Wu Mei's eyes lit up, and she glanced at Changsun Run.

It turns out that you suppressed brother's poem because of envy, jealousy and hatred?

villain!

Bitch!

Wu Mei's gaze was like a knife, slashing across Changsun Run's body.

Changsun Run turned his face away, feeling extremely aggrieved.

But... the emperor hasn't made a statement yet, so it's okay.

"Send the hook spring wine to warm up every other seat, and shoot the candles covered with candles to make the lights red."

"I listened to the drums and responded to the officials, and went to the north gate to turn to the canopy."

After leaving you, nothing can cheer me up. I am in and out of Baiqi, and my mind is not on business, dancing around.

Beimen: During the reign of the first emperor, Baiqi was divided into two groups at the North Gate, and Beimen became another name for Baiqi for a while.

Li Zhi picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

This is a hearty glass of wine.

Queen Wang glanced at Changsun Run, thinking that if Jia Pingan was to be suppressed, then Yang Yi would not be able to ask Jia Pingan for poems earlier. Now that the poems and songs are in hand, it can be seen that Changsun Run realized that Jia Ping'an's poems were brilliant after he arranged them, so he suppressed them.

stupid!

Queen Wang shook her head.

Changsun Run happened to see her shaking her head, and couldn't help being a little ashamed.

But the little thief's poem is so good, why no one cheers?

Wei Wushuang felt it was unfair.

Today is the time when the emperor and the palace people are having fun together, even if you shout a good poem, the emperor will only nod with a smile.

She looked around and realized she was wrong.

The people here are all female officials or prestigious servants. These people are old fritters. They have long seen the problems between Changsun Run, the emperor, and Wu Mei, so they closed their eyes and enjoyed it without making a sound.

The grievances and grievances between the big people, the small body is farther away, and it becomes a lie.

Wei Wushuang was upset, "What a poem!"

"color!"

Some people couldn't hold back anymore and shouted hello.

"color!"

There were more people outside, and they all cheered.

Someone said outside: "Why didn't you sing such a good poem before?"

Changsun Run stared blankly at the void.

Li Zhi knew that he felt aggrieved at the moment, so he asked, "Whose poem is the following?"

"Your Majesty, it still belongs to Uncle Wuyang."

Um?

There is more than one song?

Li Zhi couldn't help but glanced at Changsun Run, feeling a little sympathetic.

Someone outside was muttering, "It is said that Uncle Wuyang offended the man in Taichang Temple, so his poems were suppressed."

The music started again.

"once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking."

boom!

The atmosphere immediately exploded!

If the previous poem is the top work of expressing lovesickness, then these two sentences can be regarded as a passionate confession.

After seeing you, other women can no longer enter my eyes.

Li Zhi couldn't help looking at Wu Mei, and Wu Mei also turned her head to look at him, and a kind of warmth crossed the distance in an instant, resonating in the hearts of the two of them.

"This Uncle Wuyang!" Jiang Han rubbed his eyes.

This is the poem that the little thief will write. Is he expressing his love to me?

Wei Wushuang's complexion turned red unexpectedly, and his face was hot.

She remembered the things that Jia Pingan used to tease her, such as coaxing her, saying that there was something on her shoulder, or something on her temple...

At this moment, all the teasing turned into friendship, and it was frozen in her mind, becoming the best memory in this life.

Jiang Han whispered: "You and Su Ho are very lucky."

This kind of man who is willing to spend his time writing poems for them will treat them well.

Wei Wushuang hummed.

"Take Hua Cong to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be king."

I passed by the flowers but didn't bother to take a look, partly because of Taoism, partly because of you...

Li Zhi and Wu Mei didn't hide anymore, they just looked at each other like this.

Isn't Wu Mei suffering in the Ganye Temple a portrayal of this poem?

Jia Pingan used Taoism instead of Buddhism, which was to cover up for his elder sister.

But the love was about to come out, and Wu Mei couldn't help but burst into tears.

Li Zhi sighed.

Yang Yi's face was flushed, and the excitement of leading an excellent work made him walk a little lightly, "Your Majesty, the following is gone."

Li Zhi was in love with his concubine, when he heard the words, he said casually: "So, let's break up."

"His Majesty."

The scumbag and Wu Mei were flirting with each other, and the place happened right under the eyes of Queen Wang. She was envious of all kinds of envy, and subconsciously didn't want the emperor to be happy with that bitch, "Those palace people are still waiting to hear it!" Thinking about how hard it was for them to follow this time, there were few such songs and dances in the palace in previous years, or..."

When Li Zhi thought about it, he nodded, "So, let's sing a few more songs."

"Red beans are born in the southern country..."

It exploded!

Changsun Run felt that his mentality was going to explode.

After several songs were sung, they were all Jia Ping'an's poems.

At the end, everyone was thinking about it.

Zhou Shanxiang hurried over to help Wu Mei up, while Shao Peng stared at others, not allowing anyone to bump into the pregnant Wu Mei.

Wu Mei got up, glanced at Changsun Run, and said lightly: "After all, it is safe and excellent."

Your grandson Run said that he was born in a peasant family in Ping An, but do you have his talent?

You are just a dandy who got into the official position by relying on the shadow of your family, and you are also worthy of suppressing my elder brother?

At this moment, Wu Mei's eyes were full of majesty.

And the ladies and servants also agreed with this statement.

"Uncle Wuyang's poems are amazing."

"Originally, he used up his lovesickness with a poem "Red Beans Born in the South". Who knew that today's two poems are even more touching."

"..."

Wei Wushuang and Jiang Han walked out, looked at the sunset, and suddenly wanted to see what the little thief was doing.

Wu Mei returned to her place, first went to see Li Hong, and then walked out for a walk.

"Zhaoyi, those two poems are really good."

Zhou Shanxiang couldn't say how good it was, but he just thought it was good.

"Of course."

Wu Mei smiled and said: "I just wanted him to show off, but I didn't expect him to use two poems to embarrass Changsun Run. Especially the second poem is tailor-made for me."

She groaned slowly, "Once the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back at the flowers, half of the monks and half of the king."

What she thought of was the first acquaintance with Li Zhi.

"Zhaoyi, if Changsun Run goes back and complains, Mr. Changsun might make things difficult for you."

"Could bowing his head make him change his mind?"

Zhou Shanxiang shook his head, "They said that Mr. Grandson..."

"He looked down on my origin. I am not from a powerful family, so my thoughts and thoughts are naturally different from theirs."

Of course Wu Mei knew the reason why Changsun Wuji disliked her.

"actually……"

Shao Peng said, "Zhaoyi, it's not impossible, for example, the marriage with Uncle Wuyang..."

"Let Ping An marry the daughter of a powerful family?" Wu Mei smiled and said, "I thought about it. If Ping An married the daughter of a powerful family, then I would naturally get close to those people. But...".

Her long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "But I'm Wu Mei!"

On the second day, Jia Pingan went to the palace to see the woman's reply.

"Uncle Wuyang!"

A servant suddenly called out.

Jia Pingan smiled slightly.

After entering the harem, a court lady stared at him boldly.

"You don't know how happy those people were when your two poems came out yesterday."

Wu Mei gave him a look at the woman's reply, and then put it back.

This thing is equivalent to a marriage certificate.

Now Wei Wushuang is considered his woman, just waiting to marry.

Brother has a wife!

Jia Ping's steps out of the palace were extraordinarily light.

"Wu Shuang?"

Wei Wushuang stood in front of him.

Jia Pingan walked over.

"I just read the book."

Jia Pingan couldn't help laughing and said, "When will you leave the palace?"

Wei Wushuang shook his head.

They are all my women, why are you so reserved?

If it wasn't for someone here, Jia Ping'an would definitely grab her little hand.

"We have to wait until we return to Chang'an City."

Wei Wushuang frowned, "You are not allowed to touch me before getting married, otherwise I will..."

Jia Pingan quickly grabbed her little hand, then let go.

I touched it!

I will touch again!

I touch...

Boom!

Jia Pingan was punched in the chest, but it was powerless.

Jia Pingan said seriously: "How do you like to decorate the bedroom at home? You can write it down later, and I will send it back to Chang'an for the family to decorate."

Does he respect me so much?

Wei Wushuang felt warm in his heart, "I... just like that."

I know your steel straight girl temperament, but I have to ask!

"By the way." Wei Wushuang changed the subject, "Singing and dancing yesterday, Changsun Run suppressed your poem..."

He will be angry, and then ridiculed, right?

Depress my poem? Isn't this what it should be?

Yang Yi is not a bad person. After being suppressed, he sent someone to quietly inform him and express his apology.

Now that they are all enemies, isn't it natural to use one's own power to slap each other's face?

Jia Pingan said calmly: "It's expected."

He is not angry?

Now that the marriage has come to an end, Wei Wushuang also wanted to understand her husband's mind, so she asked, "Aren't you angry?"

"Why am I angry?" Jia Pingan said with a smile: "Life will always encounter many things in this world. If anger can solve the problem, then that's all. But besides making the other party elated, anger will only make your body Damaged. So, why am I angry?"

He added: "Besides, he can suppress my poems, but can he suppress my talent?"

My talent is like a big river, flowing endlessly, Changsun Run is just a clown.

He really is the atmosphere!

A man with a big atmosphere will not be bad!

This is what the family said back then.

"Last night, Changsun Run contradicted His Majesty cryptically, was quite domineering, and even humiliated Zhaoyi."

Sister didn't mention this before, she was worried that I would be furious, and then she went to trouble Changsun Run!

Jia Pingan narrowed his eyes slightly, but his eyes suddenly became cold and stern, "It rains when the sky is yellow, and there is trouble with madness. Wushuang, when people are proud, don't forget your form, for forgetting your form is bound to be a disaster. You just watch coldly and see what happens to those people!"

Wei Wushuang nodded, "Okay."

Jia Ping'an suddenly laughed, "Why is this so like a husband singing and a wife following?"

The little thief!

Wei Wushuang bit his red lip, really wanted to kick him!

"By the way, sister said, this matter has already been passed by His Majesty, and you don't need to cover it up from now on."

Wei Wushuang was slightly happy, "I see, you go back."

Shouldn't I say you and go back?

Who is the husband?

On the second day, Jia Ping'an came to Taichang Temple and kindly asked the musicians and musicians what they thought of the two poems.

The response was very enthusiastic, and everyone hoped that Master Jia could write more such famous works and spread them all over the world.

The moment Jia Pingan walked out of the gate of Taichang Temple, he saw Changsun Run standing with his back.

"Are you sure you want to be an enemy of the eldest grandson's family?"

Jia Pingan smiled, "Can you represent the eldest grandson's family?"

You little brat, do you really think you are an onion?

Changsun Run took a deep breath, and then went to look for Changsun Wuji.

"Aye, Na Jia Ping'an humiliated the child."

Changsun Wuji raised his head, "Say!"

Changsun Run told what happened this time, from the dispute he encountered at the beginning, to the fact that he suppressed those two poems...

Changsun Wuji put down the brush, rubbed his eyes, and asked calmly, "You let the pheasant slave lose face in public?"

Changsun Run subconsciously said: "When he comes home later, I'll just apologize in private."

A volume of books flew over and slapped Changsun Run's face heavily.

"Audacity!"

Changsun Wuji got up and came over, slapped him on the face, and cursed: "My father can treat him like this, that's because my father is the late emperor's servant, and even his elder. You... What's his?"

Changsun Run fell to his knees with a plop, "Aye..."

Changsun Wuji slapped him hard, causing Changsun Run's face to swell.

"Go, stand outside the palace gate for an hour!"

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