Fortunate Young Gentleman

An unknown talent produced ten excellent poems, blinding everyone's eyes and taking the lead.

The poetry meeting has ended, but the performance is still going on, and the excitement will last until dawn the next day.

In the pavilion on the first floor of Tiantianju, everyone was still gathering under the wall where the poems were posted.

Someone looked back at a certain room upstairs with doubts on their faces and said, "It's not Mr. Xiao. Who is the person next to him? Why have I never seen him before?"

A person next to him shook his head and said: "It doesn't look like a disciple of the capital. Where did he buy those poems from?"

Some people in the crowd couldn't help but say: "These ten poems can be handed down from generation to generation. How can someone who can write such poems exchange them for money? Even if they are true, how can there be ten of them at the same time?"

Some people were dissatisfied and said: "You mean, he wrote this himself, which is even more ridiculous. Each of these ten poems has a very different style. It cannot be written by one person!"

"That's because you don't know who he is." A figure stood out from the crowd, shook his head and said, "This is not the first time he has done such a thing."

Someone in the crowd looked at him and said in surprise: "Brother Zilou, does he know that person?"

Zeng Zilou looked in the direction of a certain room and nodded: "He was commended by His Majesty's imperial edict. On the same day, he wrote "Don't be afraid of your bones being broken into pieces, you must leave your innocence in the world" and "I'm too lazy to paint Emei and put on makeup. "Chi" Lingzhou Jieyuan, Tang Ning."

"What, he is Tangning?"

"Yes, but he only wrote two poems that day. These ten poems today--how could there be such a person?"

"You don't know him." Zeng Zilou shook his head and said, "I guess he only wrote two poems that day. I'm afraid it's because, for the state examination, he only had to write two poems..."

He can switch back and forth between boldness and elegance when writing poems and lyrics. He can speak to the eternal past just like eating and drinking water. He sometimes fights on the battlefield, sometimes retreats to the countryside, sometimes travels with his wife, sometimes his husband dies, that is, Less unacceptable.

On the night of Shangyuan, there is not only a poetry meeting, but also performances.

While Zeng Zilou from Lingzhou was talking endlessly about Tang Jieyuan's heroic deeds below, Xiao Jue walked out of the room, occupied a table by himself, and watched the dance on the stage with interest.

A figure walked over from the side. When he approached, he cupped his hand and said with a smile: "Young Master Xiao."

"It turns out to be the Second Young Master Tang." Xiao Jue glanced at him and asked casually: "Do you want to see me for anything?"

Tang Zhao smiled and asked, "Are you familiar with Mr. Xiao and the leader of tonight's poetry club?"

Xiao Jue glanced at him and said, "Brother Tang, I met you yesterday. Why, you don't think he stole your limelight and want to take revenge on him, right?"

Tang Zhao did not answer his question, looked at Xiao Jue and said, "For the sake of Young Master Xiao, please stay away from him."

Xiao Jue narrowed his eyes, looked at him, and asked, "Tang Zhao, what do you mean?"

"Young Master Xiao knows what I mean." Tang Zhao smiled and said, "By the way, this is also what our Tang family means."

"Tang family..." Xiao Jue looked at him with a slightly strange expression.

Tang Ning is just a student from out of town who came to Beijing to take the exam. What does he have to do with the Tang family of the capital? And judging from Tang Zhao's appearance, it seems that he and the Tang family have some grudge?

But he was only surprised for a moment.

Tang Zhao could not understand the pain he had suffered over the years.

Tang Zhao didn't know what it felt like to be a Juren who didn't deserve the name.

Tang Zhao didn't even know what it was like to go to a brothel and call ten girls, only to have them feed mosquitoes.

Tang Zhao didn't know, but Tang Ning knew. Not only did Tang Ning know, but she was also the only hope to save him from suffering.

Now someone wants to cut off his only hope.

The second young master of the Tang family, the Tang family, everyone who stands in his way, even the emperor, must die!

Tang Zhao looked at Xiao Jue and said with a smile: "Please give me some face, Mr. Xiao, for this matter."

Xiao Jue is our son, he knows what the right choice is, and he also knows how important a friend he just met is compared to the Tang family.

"Your face?" Xiao Jue stood up, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Who are you?"

The smile on Tang Zhao's face gradually solidified.

He looked at Xiao Jue, his expression gradually darkened, but it was more of confusion and disbelief.

What he said had been made very clear. Xiao Jue actually wanted to fall out with him and the Tang family because of a so-called friend he had just met for a day?

Xiao Jue waved his hand impatiently and said, "If you have nothing to do, stay away from me and don't disturb me watching the show."

"Okay, very good..." Tang Zhao looked at him deeply, squeezed out a few words through his teeth, and turned to leave.

Xiao Jue looked at his leaving figure, a look of confusion appeared on his face again, and murmured: "What is the relationship between him and the Tang family?"

After thinking for a while, he looked upstairs and said, "It's been almost an hour. What's going on? It's been so long..."

Like him, the eyes of many people in the hall glanced at the door of a room on the second floor from time to time.

"That guy, what are you doing in there with Miss Su?"

Snapped!

Tang Ning slapped a thin piece of wood on the table, smiled at Su Mei, and said, "What a fool!"

Su Mei had lost her ladylike image. She crossed her legs and looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you always win? Did you hide your cards?"

Tang Ning stood up, turned over her sleeves for her to see, and said, "If you can't afford to lose, don't play. Anyway, time is almost up..."

Su Mei slapped the table and said, "Three more rounds!"

Tang Ning sat down again and reminded him, "Put some notes on it first."

Su Mei already had a lot of notes on her forehead. Looking at Tang Ning who didn't have any, she said tenderly, "I've already put so many on it. Just give me one chance..."

If she had acted like a spoiled child just now, Tang Ning might have been a little bit reluctant, but now the notes on her forehead were almost covering her face. How could she be so charming? Tang Ning looked at him, shook his head, and said, "I'll accept the loss..."

Su Mei took a deep breath, put another note on it, and gritted her teeth and said, "Begin!"

If there is nothing to do for an hour, playing mahjong is a good way to kill time.

This is the mahjong for two people he made with thin wood slices when he was bored on the road. It is larger than the mahjong of later generations and more like playing cards. He and the old beggar were bored on the road to kill time.

This Miss Su was very smart and learned it quickly.

In the last three games, Su Mei lost two games in a row.

In the last game, she was more careful. She drew a card, looked at Tang Ning, and put it down carefully, "Nanfeng."

"Bang."

Tang Ning took back her Nanfeng and played a card casually, "Sixty thousand."

"Haha!" Su Mei jumped up from the chair and laughed without caring about her manners: "Just waiting for your sixty thousand, Hu!"

Su Mei put one hand on her waist, looked at him and said: "It's your turn to put it!"

Tang Ning put a piece of paper on his forehead, and when he stood up, he took it off and said: "Time is up, Miss Su, see you again if we are lucky."

He bowed to Su Mei and turned to walk out of the room.

Su Mei watched him walk out, took off the paper on her face, sat on the chair, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

A figure walked out from the inner room and said, "Miss, there are news from several states that need your review. You also need to reply to the invitation from Prince Duan as soon as possible..."

Su Mei's smile faded, and a trace of fatigue and hidden disgust appeared on her face. She rubbed her eyebrows, closed her eyes, and said, "Put it down, I'll take a look later."

The old woman looked at her and spoke again, "This person..."

"Interesting." Su Mei opened her eyes and said, "I haven't met such an interesting person for a long time."

...

When Tang Ning walked downstairs, the number of people in the hall had obviously decreased a lot.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Xiao Jue stood up and walked over. Just as he was about to speak, he seemed to have discovered something and looked at his torn collar.

He was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed envy.