Looking at Li Guo’s angry look, Yang Shouwen suddenly felt that he was a little fucked!

The drunkenness suddenly dissipated, and endless guilt surged in his heart. ∈♀, yes, even if Princess Anle was unbearable, she could not say these in front of her younger brother. Fortunately, the more excessive words were not spoken, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing. To put it bluntly, most of his understanding of Princess Anle came from records in historical books.

Now, Princess Anle has returned from Fang Ling with Li Xian, and may not have evolved into the appearance in history books.

"Young Master..."

Yang Shouwen wanted to explain, but found that Li Guo's eyes were slightly red and tears were even more lit up in his eyes.

"Actually, it's all heard of things, so don't take it to heart.

Your sister doesn't come out on weekdays, and it is inevitable that someone will make things irrelevant... Anyway, I don't want to marry her as my wife."

"The genius wants to be your wife, Yang Dachi, go and die."

That last sentence suddenly made Li Guo cry.

It seems like this girl is crying and shouting to marry you, who is going to marry you, a bastard!

Li Guo said, kicking Yang Shouwen hard, and then ran away crying.

This kick took a lot of effort. Yang Shouwen was so unprepared that he hugged his legs and jumped straight on the spot.

Li Guo ran away in the blink of an eye along the mountain road.

After his back disappeared at the turn, Yang Shouwen immediately lowered his legs and sighed softly as he looked at his back.

In fact, this little guy is quite interesting. In addition to being a little sissy, he is straightforward and righteous.

But who made him Li Xian’s son?

Yang Shouwen had made up his mind that he would not have any interaction with Princess Anle. Then, there would inevitably be conflicts between him and the prince. That is, Li Xian! If it were Li Longji, Yang Shouwen would not dare to do this.

Just a little bit easier for everyone.

It will save you from calculating me, I will calculating you, but I will be worried all day long for an impossible marriage.

I guess he will pass on those words just now to Princess Anle...

Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen suddenly felt empty in his heart. It was very strange, but in short, it was a little uncomfortable.

"Yang Qingzhi, please stay."

"Qingzhi, wait for me."

Just then, a burst of shouts came from behind.

Yang Shouwen turned his head and saw Zhang saying that Li Linfu and the middle-aged man who had just recited poetry for him were coming hurriedly.

"Qingzhi, why don't you wait for me... Hey, what about the young master?"

"He, let's go first."

"Why are you leaving? Didn't you guys be together just now?"

"I'll leave after I leave. My legs are on him, how can I stop him?"

A sudden burst of irritability came, and Yang Shouwen's tone was not very kind.

However, Li Linfu didn't care. Who had the skill to get angry with a drunk man? Besides, when Li Guo left, he would feel a little relaxed. After all, if Li Guo's identity was placed there, he would always be uncomfortable if he followed him.

"Say it next."

Seeing that Yang Shouwen and Li Linfu stopped talking, Zhang Shuo walked up and bowed and smiled, "I heard about Yang Qing's reputation for a long time, and I finally saw it today, and it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

"Ah, please see Zhang Buque."

"Hey, today we will go to the poetry meeting, so don't call me what to call me.

I heard from the Yulangjun mention you. I have always wanted to visit Tongmamo, but unfortunately I was busy with official duties and I have met you until today. Qing's genius is neat and bold, and I admire him very much. Those who have the Tao are the first. If Qing does not abandon it, just call me Daoji. This is better than filling in the gaps, it sounds unavoidable."

Zhang said that he is worthy of being the master of the literary world for 30 years in history.

After his words, he immediately brought the relationship between the two closer, and even pointed out the inside story of "I have a good relationship with Xue Chuyu."

As for whether it is true or not, Yang Shouwen can't tell.

How could he, a small disabled person who had been bedridden for more than ten years, see what Zhang said was so cunning?

After Zhang Shuo finished speaking, he pulled the man around him, "This is Zhang Xu from Wuzhong, and he is also my friend."

"Yang Qingzhi, can you write another article for me as you have just used cursive script?"

Zhang Xu's mother was the niece of Lu Jianzhi, a calligrapher in the early Tang Dynasty, and the granddaughter of Yu Shinan. It can be said that Zhang Xu's obsession with calligraphy originated from heredity. He was very fond of calligraphy in his bones. After seeing Yang Shouwen's cursive poem, Zhang Xu seemed to see a bright lamp all of a sudden. He himself was also fond of cursive, and naturally he highly praised Yang Shouwen's cursive script.

After all, Zhang Dian Sukuan was a famous master of cursive script in history.

When Yang Shouwen heard this, he was startled and then smiled and said, "If Zhang Dian does not give up, we can have more discussions."

In one sentence, Zhang Xu was so happy that he scratched his ears and heads.

The four of them walked slowly along the mountain road and soon arrived outside the Immortal Palace.

The attendant outside the Immortal Palace had already received the previous news, and without saying a word, he took the four of them straight to Yaotai.

"This is the first time I have climbed to Yaotai as I have grown up."

Li Linfu couldn't help but speak with a hint of joy on his face.

But Yang Shouwen rolled his eyes and said, "It seems that you often attend such parties."

"Yang Qingzhi!"

Li Linfu's face was so angry that his face turned red, which made Zhang Shuo and Zhang Xu smile at each other.

Originally, Zhang said that he could not climb to Yaotai today. Zhang Xu was probably the one who wrote cursive scripts that were so popular, so it was reasonable to climb to Yaotai. However, since Zhang and Li Linfu both came with Yang Shouwen, the Yaotai was not stopped. Anyway, the Yaotai was very large and these two people would not be missing.

Yaotai is located on the left of the General Immortal Palace, and is also the second most visible tower to the General Immortal Palace.

The view here is very good, you can see the beautiful scenery of the North Sea and enjoy the scenery of Yingzhou Mountain. The cranes fly and circle, making the sound of cranes cry. The auspicious beasts running in the mountains make the Yingzhou Island exude a fairy spirit, which makes people feel suddenly.

“Huh?”

When Yang Shouwen climbed to the Yaotai, he accidentally saw several people.

The man in green and white he met when he went up the mountain also sat inside, and in addition to that, there was also a familiar petite figure.

"Young Master?"

The moment he saw Li Guo, Yang Shouwen suddenly felt a sense of ecstasy.

However, when Li Guo saw him, he snorted, turned his head proudly, and talked to the man in white robe. He ignored Yang Shouwen.

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and smiled and sat behind a food table.

"Ji Zhen, you've arrived."

Zhang said that he smiled and greeted the man in blue.

When the man in the green shirt saw Zhang and Zhang Xu, he was also stunned.

But he immediately smiled and said, "Daoji, how come you are here?"

"Ha, but I got the care of Qingzhi."

After saying that, Zhang Shuo and Zhang Xu also sat down separately, while Li Linfu was not qualified to sit alone. He sat behind Yang Shouwen.

On this Yaotai, except for Li Linfu, there were eight people including Yang Shouwen.

Zhang Shuo obviously knew everyone, so he smiled and introduced, "Chongzhi, can you recognize He Jizhen? Speaking of which, he still wants to thank you."

He Jizhen?

Yang Shouwen was stunned and blurted out: "You are He Zhizhang!"

The man in green clothes smiled slightly and bowed, "I haven't thanked Yang Qingzhi for rectifying my name in Xingyang before. If it weren't for Qingzhi, my poem "I would have been stolen by someone."

It was indeed him.

Yang Shouwen quickly stood up and bowed.

"Qingzhi, I have come to meet Sima Zhang.

You may have never heard of Zhang Sima's reputation, but you must know his poem "A Moon Night in the Spring River"."

"You are... Zhang Ruoxu?"

Yang Shouwen looked at the man beside Zhang and quickly saluted again.

On the Moon Night of the Spring River? How could Yang Shouwen not know! With a beautiful pen with a breath of life, he wrote the scenery of the spring night in the south of the Yangtze River. It was like a scroll of the Yangtze River shining under the moonlight. The artistic conception of the poem was clear and lingering, and it washed away the powdery atmosphere of the Six Dynasties palaces. The words were clear and beautiful, and were popular, and it was a masterpiece of eternal songs.

Zhang Ruoxu has no particularly detailed records in his life. There are only two poems left behind.

The moonlit night of the spring river is also known as the "Solar Chapter of the Complete Tang Dynasty". In the spring night of the south of the Yangtze River, there is no other poem by Zhang Ruoxu.

Zhang Ruoxu is as famous as his name.

Thin and tall, giving people a sense of brilliance.

Yang Shouwen did not dare to be negligent, so he stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Ruoxu. However, Zhang Ruoxu smiled and said, "You don't have to be polite. Today, your poem "Tianmu Mountain" is enough to get the first seat of this Yaotai."

He Zhizhang was obviously very familiar with Zhang Ruoxu and smiled and said, "You two should not be so polite, but Tingshuo was neglected."

He stood up, walked to Yang Shouwen, pointed to the young man beside Zhang Ruoxu and said, "Can you know Su Feng?"
To be continued...