Chapter 31 It's hard to break the prince's style [please collect]

When Qin Shubao left with his family, the scholars began to scold, but the literary tone made people hear a burst of acid, and there was no strength. It was not as pleasant as the peasant village woman scolded the street.

The scholar who was beaten by Qin Shubao immediately became the object of everyone's concern. He booed and asked for warmth, wiped his face and wiped blood. There was indignation on his face, and he couldn't wait to take Qin Shubao thousands of knives.

Several silver tickets that originally hit the scholar also disappeared in everyone's busy work, and the gentleman's proud bones are also empty!

Yan Qingzhi took a deep breath and moved his stiff face. He turned to the crowd and said guiltily, "It is Yan's responsibility that he failed to take care of everyone. I will definitely be responsible for Brother Tian's affairs to the end! Wait a minute, I'll invite everyone to Hongbin Building for a drink, which is a shock to everyone.

"Ms. Yan's words are heavy!"

"If Mr. Yan does such a thing, I will be ashamed to wait!"

"Yes! Mr. Yan. This is wrong with Qin Shu.. Mr. Qin, it has nothing to do with Mr. Yan's business. Mr. Yan's intention, I will wait for you to understand.

In the face of a series of consolation, Yan Qingzhi saluted the people around him, and his face was quite self-blaming, saying, "Originally, you were born here to discuss learning. It was Yan who invited the book treasure to come up to let everyone have this reckless disaster. If Yan is not given a chance to apologize, Yan will definitely not sleep!"

"That's what Mr. Yan said, and we can't help but give Mr. Yan face, don't we?" One man raised his arms and shouted, and immediately got everyone's response.

There is no free lunch in the world, but at this moment, there are both free lunches and opportunities to make friends with powerful people. Why not?

Everyone can do the things that are easy to push the boat and add to the icing on the cake, and they all do well!

"Gong Yan is really an example for us!"

"Song Yan is a contemporary sage!"

"The virtue of Mr. Yan is noble, and he is not an ordinary person!"

The praise of a blockbuster hit, Yan Qing's retribution with a warm smile, not greedy for merit, and an unpleasant storm also melted into Yan Qingzhi's virtue.

"Ms. Zhao, were you shocked just now?"

Zhao Xing was a little wandering. Hearing Yan Qingzhi's words, he suddenly came to his senses and asked apologetically, "Mr. Yan, what did you just say?"

" Mr. Zhao, are you all right?"

Zhao Xing shook his head and said that he was fine. Yan Qingzhi saw that Zhao Xing's face was not abnormal, and his heart also calmed down. " Mr. Zhao, I will invite everyone to Hongbin Building later. Mr. Zhao will also go together!" It's a crushing banquet for you by Mr. Yan.

Zhao Xing waved his hand with low interest and thanked Yan Qingzhi for his kindness, saying that he had something else to do later.

Yan Qingzhi took a deep look at Zhao Xing, showed a warm smile, and said generously, "Mr. Zhao, if you have something to do, go to do your work. Let's get together again tomorrow."

Zhao Xing nodded and did not agree to Yan Qingzhi's invitation. Yan Qingzhi's proper benefits came to an end and did not deliberately attract him.

Yan Qingzhi took a few steps out, turned back, took out a note from his arms, and said to Zhao Xing with some sigh, "I saw that Mr. Zhao was erudite and wanted to talk freely with Mr. Zhao today, but what went against my wishes and I couldn't do it."

"This notebook is some of Yan's poor works. If Mr. Zhao has time, he can look through it. If you get into Mr. Zhao's eyes and get together again tomorrow, please ask Mr. Zhao to comment on it. If it is really difficult to see, please ask Mr. Zhao to keep secrets for Mr. Yan. Yan doesn't want to be the laughing stock of the world.

The green leather cover does not write any words. Obviously, it is a private thing. The white cotton thread is concisely bound, which is a little plain. Zhao Xing didn't know whether he should accept this kind of 'great gift', but his love for poetry prevailed over reason.

"Ms. Yan is humble! You are the champion in the world, and Zhao should feel honored.

The warm smile paused for a moment, and Yan Qingzhi arched his hand and said, "Mr. Yan thanked Mr. Zhao for his auspicious words first."

The expression on Yan Qingzhi's face made Zhao Xing pay attention, but his face continued to be polite to Yan Qingzhi. Looking at the notes in his hand, he felt a little heavy.

After some rectification, Yan Qingzhi and the people boarded the ship and disappeared on the island, leaving only Zhao Xing and an old servant of some age on the island.

"Lao Luo, what do you think of Qin Shubao and Yan Qingzhi?"

The old servant who had always crout coughed slightly and patted his chest. After his breath was well-proportioned, he said, "Qin Shubao is just a playboy, but he has some talent, but the old slave can't see whether he really has real materials; Yan Qingzhi, the old slave can only say that he is another strict man."

Zhao Xing raised his eyebrows while playing with the notes in his hand, and his momentum changed slightly. He asked softly, "Mr. Luo, are you so blue-eyed?"

The old servant who has always ricked his body can't see his face clearly, but after listening to Zhao Xing's question, his body ricked up a little. "Simple strategies can appease the students. These methods can really attract attention, but whether he can become another strict appearance depends on fate."

"Life?" Zhao Xing looked down at the cover of the blue notebook and whispered, "God's fate is hard to change, and my father's life is hard to disobey!"

"Lao Luo, who do you like?"

"Ha ha" The unsmiling old servant smiled for the first time. Although there were only two tones, it was enough to surprise Zhao Xing. The old slave prefers Qin Shubao.

"Why?" Zhao Xing didn't know why Luo Lao would like Qin Shubao, who had been defined as a 'dboy' by him.

"He is real! He is a dil, so why should he defend himself with such a poor scholar? Whoever has a big fist is the master! This makes sense. If he has military achievements in the army, the old slave also wants to point him out, but his footsteps are empty and difficult to become a big weapon, but it's a pity for General Qin's famous life.

Zhao Xing does not agree or disagree with Luo Lao's words. Isn't a dung be more real?

literati despise each other. If they are not close relatives and friends, they will never evaluate their poetic notes to others. Zhao Xing feels that the notes in his hand are a little heavy, as if they have other flavors.

The night is low, the stars are lighting up, and the lights are ten miles away.

Zhao Xinger used dinner, ordered people to grind the emblem and ink, wrote the poems that Qin Shubao read today on a piece of paper, and stopped writing and recited them silently. She could hardly do it by herself, so she almost applauded.

Zhao Xinger took out a few folded rice paper from a carved yellow pear wooden box on the desk, couldn't help shaking her head and holding her cheeks in a silent daze.

One or two pears and one taels of gold. The yellow pears have a long growth cycle and a good wood with molded furniture, while the yellow pear wooden box placed on the desk is hollowed out by a whole wood without a single stitching gap.

Usually, Zhao Xinger only contains the poems she wrote here, but the things written on the Xuan paper she took out at this moment are bullshit and difficult to be elegant. The only reason why it can enter the carved wooden box is that it is the file written by Qin Shubao.

"How can a straw bag write such amazing poems? It must be recorded in the 300 Tang Poems, and the doucher forcibly plagiarized it.

Zhao Xinger, who was in a daze and recovered, was very sure of the result in her heart. She put away the notes given by Yan Qingzhi, put them into the wooden box solemnly, and ordered people to destroy a few pieces of rice paper in her hand.

"He will definitely look for him every day and won't let that masterpiece be dusted." Zhao Xinger secretly decided in her heart, waved her arm, rolled the wide sleeve robe, brought a wind wind, and dragged the ground.

The palace lamp is hanging and the lights are swaying. Zhao Xinger leads a group of people to the depths of the palace to pay eulogy to the master of the world.

The maid in knotted palace walked to the cold palace with a pile of men's clothes. Zhao Xinger ordered her to destroy all her clothes. When she went to the dark place, the maid quietly pulled off the jade piece on the jade belt, turned her head and patted her chest. The jade piece in her arms made her feel satisfied.

Several teams walked through the door of Yan Qing's door with knives and gradually walked away with the rustling sound. A person's silhouette was cast on the window of Yan Qingzhi's room.

"Qin Shubao, Qin Shubao, how much money did these poems cost you?"

Yan Qingzhi smiled disdainfully at the corners of his mouth, grabbed the rice paper on the table, kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the brazier, thinking about his thoughts, and smiled inexplicably.

"Young master, please go to bed." A woman in thin clothes stood in front of the study and whispered, with her thin clothes looming, with infinite**.

Yan Qingzhi raised the corners of his mouth, walked over and pinched the woman's chin, gently kissed her lips, and whispered in his heart, "Since my father can't shake Qin Hu, it's up to crush Qin Shubao's waste material. When Qin Shubao is tired of playing with me, the Qin family will be exhausted."

"Clothing!"

Let go of the servant woman's hand and don't look at the woman's pink face. Yan Qingzhi's mouth was filled with the winner's smile.

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