After The Empress Acended To The Throne, I Was Forcefully Made His Greatness

Baoyizhai is a well-known clothing store in Kyoto, specializing in the business of high-ranking officials and nobles. According to the shopkeeper of Baoyizhai, their family receives hundreds of orders from the clan every year.

You must know that Baoyizhai's clothes are not cheap, and custom-made clothes are extremely expensive. The price of hundreds of taels of silver is unimaginable.

Just like today, I saw that the entrance of Baoyizhai's store was full of people, all staring at the piece of clothing displayed outside by the shopkeeper with extremely eager eyes.

It was a silver-white gold-edged hollow-out Bailuo skirt, with an extremely delicate bright moon embroidered on it. On the hem of the skirt, blossoming peonies and chrysanthemums were blooming, and a full moon shone faintly with silver light.

"This bright moon peony dress was carefully crafted by Master Yi of my family. It took half a year and its value is immeasurable. Today, it is snowing heavily. In order to ensure good weather in the coming year, I will give this dress to all the scholars!"

The shopkeeper's face was treacherous, with the cunning of a merchant in his eyes, and he shouted at the scholars and princes below, "But I only have one piece of clothing. Guangling Street is the most romantic place in Jin Dynasty, so I ask for a poem. As long as Master Yi is satisfied, I, Baoyizhai, will offer this bright moon peony skirt with both hands."

When those scholars heard this, their eyes lit up. Looking at the appearance of the clothes, they knew that even in this Baoyi studio, it was one of the best.

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As long as he wins this dress, he will be the most beautiful boy on Guangling Street.

Some scholars with superb painters are already thinking that if they wear clothes for the oiran for one night and keep a pair of calligraphy for themselves, maybe they can even save money on wine.

It can be seen from this that the idea of ​​whoring for nothing is unified from top to bottom, from ancient times to the present, and even from the earth to other worlds.

Whoring is so delicious.

Naturally, Ji Lingshu also liked the Luo Qun very tightly. After seeing her eyes, she never left her eyes. She bit her fingers and thought about it, only to realize that the one who impressed her most was the old man in the white catkins last time. The voice said, "Poor girl behind you, who in the world dares to talk about swords"

Then he looked at Zuo Daoqi with a hint of longing, but remembered the last time when he coaxed the imperial concubine, "a group of geese in the sky lined up together." '

Shaking his head to himself, this Luo Qun is hopeless.

Forcibly looking away, he reached out and pulled Zuo Dodge to leave.

Zuo Dodge saw the liking in the little girl's eyes, and also felt her entanglement from her movements.

He thought for a while, then pointed to the table in the distance, "Which dress does Ling Shu like?"

Ji Lingshu nodded, then shook her head, pinched the kitten in her arms, and smiled sweetly, "It's too fancy, I don't like it, I still like the one my uncle gave me last time."

There are a few of my daughter's family who don't like luxurious clothes, especially the shopkeeper who is still displaying the material of the skirt, a piece of black cloth fell, blocking the light, and the skirt is shining with moonlight.

For an instant, Zuo Dodge felt a little pain in his heart.

Ji Lingshu is very sensible. At first, he approached her with impure motives, but in later life, he became more and more fond of this innocent, delicate, and sensible little girl.

She is really miserable. Since she became sensible, she has never stepped out of the cold palace. All the words related to gorgeousness and beauty have nothing to do with her, even if she is already the representative of these words.

Zuo Daoqi sighed slightly in his heart. When reciting poems for such a showy person, his style of acting was completely different from his behavior after time travel, but for Ji Lingshu, so what if he made a high profile once!

Otherwise, how could he, who had been exposed to the splendid and magnificent world of poetry in his previous life, be able to recite "a flock of geese in the sky, lined up in a line"?

"I'm going to make a poem, you stand here and don't move around,"

After finishing speaking, without looking at Ji Lingshu's reaction, he gathered up his robe, let down his long hair at the temples, and walked towards Baoyizhai.

At this time, Master Yi had already posted the question request on the outside.

'The three visions of the moon, flowers, and mountains are the main ones, and a poem is made in response to the scene of Guangling Street. '

If it is only the first requirement, it is not difficult if it is related to the three kinds of visions, but it is even more difficult to meet the situation and write it into the heart of Master Yi.

Thoughts flashed in Zuo Daoqi's mind, and in a blink of an eye, he remembered a poem, but he didn't write it in a hurry, he just looked at the many scholars.

Scholars wearing Confucian uniforms are poor and have clothes, and those young masters who come to Guangling Street to play have greasy hair and pink faces, wearing silk and satin of various colors.

One of them, an elegant young man in Tsing Yi, caught Zuo Daoqi's attention.

This person's appearance is not amazing, but he is attractive, but his bearing is extraordinary. Just standing there, he is already very eye-catching. This can be seen from the fact that there are several Confucian scholars around him, and he is obviously the leader. out.

"Brother Xu Ying, to celebrate your entry into office today, I will fetch this skirt for you."

"Thank you brother for your kindness, but a gentleman loves money, and he gets it in a proper way, and Luo Qun does the same." Xu Ying replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Another young man in purple clothes said, "That's right, Xie Lin, today we are here to celebrate Brother Xu's entry into the Demon Slayer Mansion, how can I let you out of the limelight."

Xu Ying shook his head again and again, "Everyone is serious, Xu is not interested in Luo Qun."

He was telling the truth, since he was spotted by Zhang Weizheng that day, he followed him. Zhang Weizheng said that he was too bookish and needed to go, so he asked him to go to the Exorcist Division of the Demon Slaying Mansion, and come to Guangling Street. It was just because I heard that there was a devil harming people, so I came to check.

It's just that he was dragged by a group of college friends to celebrate his entry into an official position, but he couldn't help their kindness.

When his friends heard Xu Ying say that he would not compete with them, they looked at each other, and then looked at each other with a hint of wariness and eagerness to try.

They didn't agree until they were too late, but they were very confident when facing other people.

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Zuo Dodge was overjoyed to see so many competitors scratching their heads.

Is writing poetry so difficult?

Zuo Daoqi could think of five poems on this theme with his eyes closed, but he had to be more cautious if he wanted to satisfy Master Yi.

Then it's yours!

Li Taibai, your poems are very well written. In the next second, it will be mine.

Zuo Daoqi borrowed a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the side, and placed them on the table.

Although he has never written brush characters, the original owner used to draw talismans in Taoist temples when he was a child, to give some psychological comfort to those who seek solutions in the temples. I call him cursive script for his hand-drawn talismans. There should be no one to refute, right?

Although the handwriting is ugly, but the posture is full, imitating the appearance of the scholars around, sitting upright, holding the pen, the pen is like a snake!

'Yun Xiang clothes Hua Xiangrong,'

'The spring breeze blows the threshold Revlon. '

"If it weren't for the sight of Qunyu Mountain,"

'I will meet you next month at Yaotai. '

After finishing writing, he put down the pen, Zuo Dodge flicked his wrist gracefully, dried the paper, and handed it to the steward beside him in a low-key manner.

Li Taibai's poems, if you can't exchange for a Luo skirt, then I won't put you on the coffin!