Great Tang Broom Star

The following time is a bit dreamy for Yang Deli.

Cui Jian asked about his specific situation, and then gave a pass evaluation.

When he went out, Yang Deli saw the Yuanwailang who was kicked out by Cui Jian earlier looked at him with a sneer.

Said your mother!

Yang Deli grew up in the countryside, and he had only one thought for his friends: if you are worthy of me, I will be worthy of you!

Cui Jian scolded this person, he naturally wanted to...

Under the witness of several officials, Yang Deli walked up to Yuanwailang, "Bah!"

He spit in front of this person, then walked out of the official department with his head held high.

Then, someone went to Baiqi.

"Jia joined the army, Cui Langzhong said, it's appropriate."

"Okay." Jia Pingan nodded with a smile.

Then came an official.

"The British official said that Jia Ping'an is still worried about this matter. Does this mean that the Li family is regarded as an outsider?"

The official said while looking at Jia Ping'an.

Li Ji is gentle, but what he is best at is keeping a low profile.

So Li Ji never made friends with others.

But at this moment, he asked someone to speak, and reprimanded Jia Pingan for not treating the Li family as his own.

As Li Ji's confidant, the official couldn't believe it when he heard this.

This is the British public?

He looked at Jia Pingan carefully, wondering why this broom star could make the British government make an exception.

Jia Pingan asked Cui Jian yesterday, but he did not expect that Li Ji got the news today, and directly opened up the cynicism of the British public model.

Li Ji can do this?

Jia Ping'an thought it was great.

"A certain one found out, and told British Duke that I will go to Li's house for a drink later.

"

Jia Pingan was in some pain.

When he was at Li's house last time, Li Jingye kept trying to get him drunk, but he refused. Jia Ping'an knew that this was Li Ji's desire to see his true nature.

What is human nature is easiest to see when drunk.

The officials bowed their hands and said goodbye.

Jia Ping'an leaned against the wall, thinking of Li Ji's current smug mood, he couldn't help but smile.

This break-up can be called a ground-breaking blow. When the small circle despised Li Ji and the emperor, it was a blatant blow.

"Cousin should be promoted this time."

No one would have imagined that the behind-the-scenes driver of this incident had such a simple purpose, just to allow his cousin to counterattack.

...

"I met Master Yang!"

Cangbu, when the news came, the Lingshi in the duty room stood up and cupped their hands, congratulating respectfully.

Yang Deli got up, a little dazed, and then picked up the document that he had just copied, "Wait, I'll talk about it after reading it."

He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he finished reading and found no problem.

After leaving the duty room, the officials outside cupped their hands one after another, "Congratulations, Master Yang."

Yang Deli cupped his hands with a smile, and murmured: "Auntie, you can see..."

...

Xiaya, Jia Pingan led the horse out of the imperial city, and there were many officials getting on the horse.

"Yilulu!"

Impatiently, Ah Bao urged Master Jia to come up, so that he could compete with those coquettish sluts.

"Xiao Jia!"

Cui Jian also came out.

wipe!

Since it's half a step late!

Pushing the chest to make a shot, Jia Pingan couldn't avoid it, and was ravaged a lot.

"As for your cousin, someone in the bureaucracy tried to trip you up."

Chest urging is very heroic, but he just said this, but he didn't say that he intercepted those birdmen.

"Going to drink?" Cuo Chest seemed to be in high spirits today.

Why!

Jia Pingan nodded.

When others give you face, you have to return other people's face. If you are coaxing and shameless, once or twice...the number of times is too many, even if you are a beautiful and handsome man, even if you are a big boss, people will still ignore you.

The so-called face is given by others and lost by oneself, and this is what is being said.

For Cui Jian's treat, Jia Pingan had no choice of place, so when he saw Wuxianglou, he couldn't help but want to vomit blood.

The bustard of Wuxianglou is Baiqi's informant, and Yaxiang successfully gained a firm foothold among the top courtesans in Chang'an City by relying on a few poems written by Master Jia.

But Jia Ping'an likes to relax when he comes to places like this, and he feels tired when he has interests.

"Jia Lang!"

Just before reaching the door, the long-lost bustard teleported out with a loud shout that shook the world.

Forget it, Cui Jian frowned.

But then the bustard grabbed Jia Ping'an's arm, and said with tears: "Jia Lang, someone wrote a poem before, and it was sung in a brothel, but Ya Xiang refused, and was laughed at."

Jia Pingan smiled, "That's a great talent, I want to hear it too."

He felt that his luck was very good. If it was a few decades later, those poets of the Tang Dynasty would not be able to copy it even if he could copy it.

Whether it is frontier poems or graceful poems, those geniuses can make him feel ashamed. There are also heroic Li Taibai, Du Fu...

Cui Jian was originally watching from the sidelines, thinking that Jia Ping'an was a young poet with great talent, and he would definitely be upset when he saw an opponent appearing, and then he said something proudly.

But Jia Pingan smiled and praised the man.

He thought back to when he was a teenager. At that time, whenever he felt that he had composed a good poem, he wanted to let the whole world know about it.

Xiao Jia is indeed a modest gentleman.

But the bustard hugged Master Jia's arm tightly, and shouted as soon as she entered the door: "Yaxiang!"

There were many people in the lobby, who were laughing with their arms around the prostitutes, but now they all turned around and looked at the door.

On the second floor, Yaxiang looked down, and when she saw Jia Pingan who was brought in by the bustard, she couldn't help cheering, and then walked down quickly holding her skirt.

"Jia Lang!"

Yaxiang looked extremely excited, and took Jia Ping'an's other arm, "Jia Lang, Shangguanyi was about to leave earlier, and left a poem, everyone is applauding!"

Shangguanyi?

A man's appearance immediately appeared in Jia Pingan's mind.

Smile, kindly smile.

Even knowing the temperament of Shangguanyi in history, Jia Pingan still couldn't help feeling that this person should be this amiable.

Yaxiang recited the poem.

An excellent poem with a unique style.

At this moment, it can be called a unique existence.

Historically, Shangguanyi's poems have formed their own style, which has been imitated by countless people, and is called "Shangguan Style".

Shangguan Yi, who is currently serving as the secretary and young supervisor, is talented. After being admired by the stars for a while, it is said that she is a little complacent.

Jia Pingan knew this person's heels, so he didn't want to talk about it.

Finding a place to sit down, Cui Jian found two female prostitutes, hugging left and right, sipping wine and eating food, very free and easy.

Jia Pingan felt a little funny when Yaxiang whispered in her ear how she missed her for a while.

This girl wanted to get close to him wholeheartedly, so she came to Wuxianglou as a performer instead of selling herself.

But Master Jia was really busy, if it wasn't for Baiqi's guest house and one of Baiqi's sources of information, he wouldn't have come at all.

Cui Jian exchanged cups with him, and it didn't take long for Jia Pingan to feel a little dizzy.

Why do you want to drink?

Cui Jian put his arms around the two female prostitutes, seeing that he was dizzy, he couldn't help laughing, "Xiao Jia, a man just wants to be able to drink and play with women. He can't do anything, so what are you doing alive?"

your sister!

Jia Ping'an felt that the sight in front of him was a little shaken, "I drank too much."

Ahead, several men were talking loudly.

"Shangguan Shaojian's song "Spring Day" made me want to be intoxicated, but it's a pity that Shangguan Shaojian didn't want to stay for a long time, otherwise I would have to discuss it with him."

The person who spoke was Cai Ying, a famous Confucian in Chang'an City. Why is it called Confucianism? Because he can't reach Daru, but he must have something to brag about when he goes out, so a group of "like-minded" people call him Mingru.

Several men who were prostitutes all applauded loudly.

But someone drank too much and asked, "Mr. Cai, Jia Ping'an also wrote several poems!"

The clients and prostitutes who come to Wuxianglou cannot avoid Master Jia.

Look, even the sweeping women gave Master Jia a respectful look.

Cai Ying glanced at Jia Pingan, who was entangled by Yaxiang, and felt that she was quick and quick tonight, and she was too comfortable.

At some point, people will feel that they are infinitely talented.

Most of the people now are in the brothel, drinking flutteringly and then hugging the prostitutes around them, just feel that life is so far, there is nothing more to ask for, everyone is scum.

And most of the people in the later world are in nightclubs or some indescribable places, drinking drunk, hugging their sisters, listening to the flattering words from their mouths, and only feel that they can explode the universe in an instant.

Hence the saying: Men conquer women by conquering the world.

Jia Pingan looked blankly, as if he had no poetic talent at all.

Cai Ying drank a little too much, and felt that everything in the world was scum under her high spirits, so she clapped the table and said: "What kind of poetry is so good, in the eyes of a certain person, it is just a broom star. If you have the courage... ..."

He hesitated for a moment, after all, Master Jia joined the army with a hundred riders, and he had just carried out the emperor's task of confiscating his home.

The companion beside him blushed and shouted: "I'm afraid he's a bird, poetry crushes him!"

yes!

Life is so boring, so you should be free and easy.

Cai Ying stood up, raised her glass and said, "Who dares to argue with a certain person?"

Jia Pingan...

Really compare?

Yaxiang muttered: "Jia Lang, someone wants to redeem someone's life!"

"Let's go then."

Jia Pingan gave his answer like a scumbag.

The money Yaxiang earned was long enough to redeem herself, but she stayed in Wuxianglou all the time. Why Jia Pingan didn't want to think about it, but he was already immune to such words.

Yaxiang felt that this young man was a cruel butcher, facing all kinds of temptations of her, he was not tempted at all, and he was a butcher's knife when he moved.

"I heard that Broom Star is also here, do you dare to fight a certain one?"

Cai Ying over there had a fit of alcohol, and she couldn't restrain herself with the company of prostitutes.

So if you drink too much, it's better to go home early and go to bed instead of beeping with others.

Yaxiang pulled Raja Ping'an's arm, raised her head, and looked at him with adoring eyes, "Jia Lang, that man is provoking you!"

Under normal circumstances, when you encounter such a situation, your daughter-in-law will not encourage you to get ahead, but encourage you to beep... think about it yourself.

Sister paper, your road is narrow.

Jia Pingan stretched out his hand and looked affectionately at Yaxiang's stoutness.

Is Jia Lang finally obsessed with me?

Yaxiang was excited, so she held her head high.

Jia Pingan stretched out her hand, Yaxiang was so excited that she couldn't help herself.

The hand paused on her chest, then passed, and stopped on her shoulder.

"This is March, why are there mosquitoes?"

Jia Pingan withdrew his hand, his eyes indifferent.

Cui Jian heard Cai Ying's clamor, and frowned, "Who is that person? Why are you so noisy?"

It's a doctor in the official department who manages the hat of the official, but no one cares about it here.

But the prostitutes around him are very professional, "Mr., that person is called Cai Ying, and he is very knowledgeable! When Shangguan Shaojian was here, Cai Ying talked to him for a long time, and he was praised!"

Cui Jian knew the cause of Cai Ying's attack on Jia Pingan as soon as he heard it.

When Shangguanyi came to Wuxianglou, Cai Ying saw her 'love', so she praised her with all her strength. Shangguanyi, who had just risen in the poetry and official circles, could not help but feel that this person was interesting, so she gave him a good face.

Who knew that Cai Ying felt that Shangguanyi was a backer that could be touted, so after he left, she continued to brag, until Master Jia, the number one talent in Wuxianglou, came, and then felt that she had found a target.

Cui Jian felt ready to move, and wanted to go out and crush Cai Ying, but with Shangguanyi's poem Zhuyu in front of him, he thought about it for a long time, and felt that he was not sure of surpassing it.

No, it should be that there is no certainty that they can stand side by side.

So stop being ugly.

What about Xiao Jia?

He glanced at Jia Ping'an and saw that his eyes were dull, so he knew he had drunk too much.

Drink too much to write a fart poem.

Cui Jian said, "Drink!"

This is a statement: we are not in shape tonight, just drinking.

This is somewhat similar to the taste of hanging up the free card.

But enough is enough.

It was already dark, and there were candles everywhere in Wuxiang Building. Someone wanted to hide it, so he set up a screen to block it, and then there was a charming smile inside.

Jia Pingan stared blankly at the front, his head was a little dizzy, but he thought it was okay.

But Cai Ying was absolutely excited.

"What did you say before? Shangguan Shaojian's poems are euphemistic and touching, and no one can beat them. How about it?"

Cai Ying said triumphantly.

Shangguanyi's poems are good, otherwise they wouldn't have created a Shangguan style.

But Cai Ying's words passed.

"Shangguan Shaojian's poetry talent is amazing, who can match it?"

Those literati guessed that they wanted to ask Shang Guanyi for something, so they followed suit.

"Xiao Jia!" Cui Jian was worried that Jia Ping'an would lose his temper, so he was ready to persuade him.

But Jia Ping'an was very calm.

It really is Xiao Jia!

Cui Jian nodded, and regretted that he was too far away to hold Xiao Jiaxian's hand.

Jia Ping'an was thinking about the consequences of his cousin becoming the head of the warehouse department.

It is certain that the warehouse department is not peaceful, but the key is how the household department is.

If Yang Deli had his eye on the Ministry of Accounting, Jia Pingan could only pray that the Ministry of Accounting would not make mistakes, otherwise, according to Yang Deli's temperament, whenever he saw unruly expenses, it would give the Ministry of Accounting a headache.

"Jia Lang!" Yaxiang suddenly whispered, "He speaks so badly."

Cao Ying was drunk at the moment, and said triumphantly: "Shangguan Shaojian's talent is praised even by the late emperor. What are those young people who have gained a poor reputation in the brothel? It's all about deceiving the world."

Jia Pingan just listened to this with a smile.

But seeing that he was not angry, Cao Ying shouted, "Jia Ping'an, do you dare to argue with a certain person?"

hehe!

Jia Pingan squinted.

"Don't dare...Yaxiang, come on, how can such a deceitful person be proud? Come on, I love you."

Said Nima!

Jia Pingan stared at this person.

Cai Ying laughed triumphantly, "Shangguan Shaojian is about to leave, do you want someone to invite him back?"

This guy looks like an admirer of Shangguanyi, but...

Shangguanyi was famous for his literary talents, and later he was regarded as a general of the emperor's faction.

Cai Ying felt as if she was hugging her thigh.

Jia Pingan smiled.

"Someone is a little tired."

When he opened his mouth, he was laughed at.

Cai Ying felt that he was timid, so she smiled and said: "The skills are not as good as others, Jia Canjun can stay away."

Why!

Jia Pingan sighed.

"Someone has written all kinds of poems, but not graceful ones. Since there are dogs barking wildly today, then try to write one..."

Cai Ying was compared to a dog, and he was furious, "We'll wait and see."

If Jia Ping'an's poems are not good, he can spread the story throughout Chang'an.

"Xiao Jia." Cui Jian was worried that Jia Ping'an drank too much, and when he took a closer look, he really drank too much, and his eyes were a little straight.

"Forget it, you drank too much, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Some people booed, and some people thought it was true.

Cai Ying just sneered, regardless of whether Jia Pingan wrote a poem or not, he felt that he had won.

Jia Pingan said with a smile: "It's because I drank too much, but even if I drank too much, I can still let you know and write poems...you can't wait!"

He squinted at Cai Ying and the others, and thought for a moment, "Someone has it."

say!

Do you really think your talent is a waterfall?

Cai Ying sneered, "Someone has it too."

This is tit for tat.

Jia Pingan glanced at him, and everyone in the lobby felt the disdain.

He hiccupped, causing someone on Cai Ying's side to laugh.

This is drinking too much and writing poetry, what is it if it is not suicide?

Jia Ping suppressed his drunkenness, and said lightly: "The candle shadows on the mica screen are deep, and the long river is gradually falling and the dawn stars are sinking."

Everyone looked around, and a prostitute behind the screen was surprised, "Who wrote the poem?"

"Shut up!" The bustard clenched her hands in front of her chest, her eyes shining, and she was waiting for Jia Lang to recite a famous poem, and then Wuxianglou would become popular again for a while.

Cai Ying supported the people around her, forced a smile and said, "It's just ordinary."

But everyone knows very well that these two verses that outline the environment are excellent.

Yaxiang looked at Jia Ping'an's back, she used to think she was thin, but when she looked at it today, she realized that the young man's shoulders had gradually become thicker.

The young man is several years younger than her, serving others with his lust, and loves to gallop when his lust fades, all the women in the brothel understand this truth.

She has to take advantage of her beautiful appearance to earn money and become famous.

And this young man is her noble person.

Earlier, she tried to test him by using other people's plans to redeem herself, but Jia Ping'an behaved very plainly.

"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and Bihai Qingtian is heartbroken every night."

Jia Pingan felt dizzy and dizzy.

"Brother Cui, I'm going back first."

At this moment, it has been banned at night, and Cui Jian can't go back, but Jia Ping'an is fine with his identity as Baiqi.

Cui Jian sat there blankly, waiting for Jia Pingan to leave before reacting.

"The first two lines of the poem are excellent, but not brilliant, but as soon as the last two lines come out, the first two lines suddenly shine brightly. It turns out that it is to reflect the lonely atmosphere. It's wonderful!"

A man happily explained the beauty of this poem to the prostitutes around him.

"What about down there?"

"Next?" The man sighed: "Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, Bihai Qingtian is heartbroken every night. This is about the legend of Chang'e flying to the sky. Chang'e stole the elixir and flew up to the moon palace. But what is the use of you flying up? Guang What's the use of immortality if there is only one person in the cold palace?"

The prostitute couldn't help being dumbfounded, "But who is he doing it for?"

The man shook his head.

Over there, Cai Ying was dumbfounded.

"He talks about making poetry, and he says it's graceful, but it's not graceful!"

A man said excitedly: "This is resentment, not grace, he still lost."

Everyone looked at him silently.

"What are you waiting to see?"

Someone sighed: "What kind of graceful resentment, as soon as this poem comes out, the previous poem by Shangguan Shaojian suddenly fades away."

The man didn't have much talent at first, so he said after hearing the words: "Didn't Cai Ying have it before? Then why didn't he recite it. By the way, why didn't Jia Pingan leave without waiting for Cai Ying to write a poem? Didn't he Feel invincible?"

Such an idiot, even Cui Jian didn't bother to argue with him.

Looking at this person, Yaxiang felt that there are so many idiots in the world, so she said flatly, "Because Jia Lang doesn't care."

The person looked at Cai Ying, "Old Cai, can't you?"

Cai Ying's cheeks trembled a few times.

The man was stunned, "He actually felt that no matter what poem you wrote, it couldn't be compared with this one?"

Everyone is silent.

This is contempt and humiliation.

crushing disregard.

...

Ask for a ticket.