Chapter 19 Money Bought

The noise immediately stopped, and his eyes looked at Zhao Xing, who was well-known. Zhao Xing's poems were more than one level better than them, and he naturally understood the realm of this poem.

Qin Shubao looks like everyone is drunk and wakes up alone. With the range of killing girls at the corners of his mouth, many women on the second floor have a good impression. No matter whether Qin Shubao has done the shameless business of spending money on poetry, at this moment, he stands like a pearl in the dust, combined with the handsome prince, which can be said to be perfect.

"Do you dare to ask Mr. Qin if he has read it in ancient books?"

Qin Shubao raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, "Why don't you believe that I paid for the poem?"

"Isn't a bitter scholar studying for ten years just for fame? Who will be full of talent and not sell to the emperor's family? Instead, it is sold...

At the end, Zhao Xing stopped his voice in time, but the meaning was already obvious.

Li Yu listened to Zhao Xing's words and immediately quit. He raised his feet and was ready to smoke this unknown guy. On a three-acre of land in Bianliang, he could not allow outsiders to bully Qin Shubao.

Reaching out his hand to block Li Yu's huge body, Qin Shubao smiled more happily, and the fan bone gently patted the palm of his hand. Qin Shubao looked at Zhao Xing and asked, "Why can't you sell it to me? Why is it difficult for the Prime Minister's mansion, the general's mansion, and all kinds of clear guest think tanks in the palace to write a few good poems?

"What Mr. Qin said is true, but who dares to do such a novel poem? Who dares to change the rules set by the ancestors. Zhao Xing looked upright and had no other look at all.

As soon as Zhao Xing said, the whole second floor began to be silent. All the readers were silent. Who dared to break the rules of their ancestors?

Those who make this poem are capable!

Qin Shubao laughed and stroked his palms and sighed, "It's really good! The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own face as jade. Readers hold a bunch of sages, and all kinds of self-standard products can only read high! But if you don't read the book alive, it's not a dead book! If you read it alive, it is all kinds of products. But how many people in the world have read three feet of sages? How many more talents do you have?

Li Yu looked high and his face was a little flushed. His two thick palms patted together vigorously and roared loudly, "Okay! Well said!"

Li Yu hated reading the most in his life. Qin Shubao's words bluntly slapped the readers all over the world fiercely, and the eyes of those poor scholars appeared.

Zhao Xing gritted his teeth and looked directly at Qin Shubao for the first time. He asked seriously, "Since Mr. Qin is so thorough, why does he still read this difficult sage book?"

"Because I can't read, I'm the dil in Bianliang City!"

"Pstry! Shirk! Rogue!..."

Like Zhao Xing, the scholars on the second floor cursed Qin Shubao in their hearts. If Qin Shubao hadn't been the grandson of Qin Hu, he would have been torn up by the scholars.

"Ha ha... It's so lively here! It's so enviable."

In this empty silence of thousands of resentment and tens of thousands of resentment, a smiling word came down from the stairwell on the third floor. When the scholars heard this sound, they all looked at the stairwell with a trace of respect on their faces.

Qin Shubao felt that his voice was a little familiar. Seeing everyone's expressions, Qin Shubao was curious about who had such a big face.

A white slowly stepped down the stairs, and the soft sound of a jade ring knock came into everyone's ears. The wide sleeve robe shook from side to side, holding a peach blossom fan in his hand, a wisp of green silk moved with the wind, wearing a silk scarf, so handsome.

"Damn! Why is it him?"

Who else can make Qin Shubao scold in his heart as soon as he meets him?

"Good, Mr. Yan!"

"Son Yan is here!"

In a sound of greeting, Yan Qingzhi always smiled and answered politely. Yan Qingzhi would talk about half a sentence from familiar people. Even if he is not familiar with him, Yan Qingzhi's etiquette is not missing.

Walking to Qin Shubao, Yan Qingzhi arched his hand and said, "Shubao, I didn't expect you to join in the fun. If you had already told me, I would have brought you here in person."

Li Yu is most unaccustomed to such a hypocritical villain as Yan Qingzhi, as if he had not done what happened some time ago.

Looking at the smile on Yan Qingzhi's face, Qin Shubao also felt unhappy, but he reached out and did not hit the smiling face.

If you are unhappy, you can't hit the face, but you can't say that you don't give the other party a soft nail. You have to find some scene to come back from that day. Do I still need someone to take me somewhere in Bianliang City?

"Book Bao laughed. There is really a place in Bianliang City that needs to be brought in."

Qin Shubao said 'Oh' and asked with slanting eyes, "Where is it?"

"Royal Palace! Of course, I also need someone to take care of it." Yan Qingzhi was stared at by Qin Shubao, a soft nail, and his face had not changed. His face was full of smile, which made people unconsciously lean against him.

"Book treasure, I don't want to let you play on the second floor. Why don't you go shopping on the third floor? The third floor is full of young talents and good literary talent. I haven't been there, but I missed it.

Facing Yan Qingzhi's invitation, Qin Shubao readily accepted it, as if he didn't know that Yan Qingzhi deliberately did it.

After Yan Qingzhi invited Qin Shubao, he turned to Zhao Xing and said, "How about this prince go on a tour together?"

Zhao Xing nodded politely and answered lukewarmly. Yan Qingzhi punched everyone and said, "Everyone, Yan took the book treasure upstairs. Everyone is good at learning. When he is on the gold list, he will have a few drinks with Yan."

"Hehe, that's good to say!"

"You're welcome, Mr. Yan!"

"His daily gold list must belong to Mr. Yan."

"..."

A lot of compliments, Qin Shubao was disgusted, and Li Yu shook the fat on his body and did not look at Yan Qingzhi's disgusting face.

"Son Yan, I have something to ask for advice. I would like to ask Mr. Yan to give me some advice. I don't know if it's possible?" A scholar held his fist and said to Yan Qingzhi, with a worried face, and his clothes had been washed white.

"Brother, please say it! As long as Yan can help, Yan will definitely help.

After receiving Yan Qingzhi's reply, the scholar's face turned a little red with excitement. He immediately turned around, remembered that he had forgotten the etiquette, and then turned back to salute Yan Qingzhi.

The poor scholar stood in front of a painting post and made an invitation gesture to Yan Qingzhi and said, "There is a pool of lotus flowers in front of the small house. Whenever the lotus flowers bloom in summer, Xiaosheng observes a few cold and summers. He already knows the lotus flowers like the palm of his hand in his heart, but in the middle of today's painting, I don't know how to add a pen. Please ask Mr. Yan Click one or two.

The emerald-blue lotus leaves are thick but not bright, lying at the bottom of the painting post, and several lotus leaves are connected. A kind of infinite blue lotus leaf leaps up, and a strong-boned purse extends from it, pink and elegant.

With these strokes alone, we can see the scholar's skills and familiarity with the lotus, but Danqing pays attention to a sparseness. If the purse stands in the center of the painting post, the painting post is also complete, but the purse is on the right side of the painting post, leaving a large blank, which is extremely hindering the composition.

Yan Qingzhi frowned slightly, and this lotus also made him a little embarrassed. The picture of drawing a blooming lotus flower was not enough. It was a little boring to draw a lotus flower waiting to bloom, which repeated with the purse.

"Add a dragonfly to your purse! As the saying goes, 'Little lotus shows sharp corners, and dragonflies have long stood on their heads'.

Yan Qing's eyes lit up a little. He picked up the thinnest plain hair from the table, lightly dipped in ink, closed his breath, and carefully drew on the painting post.

With a lot of incense, Yan Qingzhi stopped the brush in his hand, let go of the four brushes with different pigments in his fingers, took a long breath of relief, picked up a rabbit pen, and wrote two sentences said by Qin Shubao.

The flying dragonfly or the unstopped dragonfly falls on the pink purse. Underneath is the green lotus leaf. The three colors change naturally and is extraordinary. Coupled with two lines of poems left in the white place, it can be called a good product.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful!"

"What a divine pen, Mr. Yan!"

"What a ink treasure! The works of famous families are just like this.

Zhao Xing did not join the team to compliment Yan Qingzhi, but walked to Qin Shubao and asked softly, "Is this poem also what you read?"

When Li Yu saw Zhao Xing's attitude, he couldn't help but feel a little less contemptuous and a little more favorable.

Qin Shubao nodded. Zhao Xing secretly gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Qin, can you tell me the name of the book you are reading? If possible, can you lend me a look?"

"The name of the book is 'Three Hundred Tang Poems'."

Three hundred Tang poems? What a strange name. Can you lend me a look? It will be returned to Mr. Qin tomorrow. Zhao Xing asked for help for the first time, and his face was a little hot, but the strange name of the book attracted him more and more.

Qin Shubao smiled and said nothing, just staring at Zhao Xing. He likes to see his red face.

When Zhao Xing saw Qin Shubao so promiscuous, he suddenly waved his sleeves and snorted coldly, so he stopped looking at Qin Shubao.