"The Poet of the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai." Zhu Youji replied in a calm tone.
"Datang Dynasty? Immortal Poetry?"
Jiang Yuyan showed a slightly confused look. She knew what the words meant individually, but when combined together, she was a little confused.
Maybe my sister knows which dynasty the Tang Dynasty was in... Jiang Yuyan thought like this and was embarrassed to ask any more questions.
Jiang Yuyan feels that compared to her sister, she is too stupid.
Zhu Youji silently watched Jiang Yuyan's reaction without making a sound.
…
During the prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty, there was a feast of bliss.
Li Bai had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time when he was suddenly woken up by a male voice.
"Li Bai, Li Bai, wake up quickly, the empress is here to see you."
Hearing this voice, Li Bai woke up from his drowsiness and muttered with sleepy eyes: "Who is it?"
At this time, a gentle and noble female voice reached Li Bai's ears.
"Li Bai, thank you for the poem you wrote for me."
Li Bai raised his head in confusion and murmured: "What poem?"
In Li Bai's eyes, a woman wearing bright red neon clothes, with a gorgeous face and an alluring face, was looking at him dignifiedly and elegantly, like a fairy walking out of a fairy tale.
Gao Lishi on the side became anxious and quickly reminded him in a low voice: "The clouds want the clothes and the flowers want the face? Isn't this what you wrote to the empress?"
"This poem isn't that good. Besides, it's not written for empresses." Li Bai seemed to be enlightened and shook his head slightly.
"This is written to the empress, not to the empress, but to whom?" Gao Lishi grabbed Li Bai's arm and reminded.
At this time, the extremely young Concubine Yang spoke.
"The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. This poem is so well written."
Li Bai smiled lightly and said, "My dear, it's vulgar to praise me like this."
"Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty is really great because of you."
Concubine Yang smiled slightly, turned around and left gracefully, leaving only her back in the fiery red palace dress.
…
Jiang Yufeng, who was not far away, looked at this scene with an expression of obsession, and murmured to herself: "Is this Concubine Yang for whom Li Bai wrote poems?"
"Too noble and elegant."
"Every frown and every smile is full of indescribable feelings."
Hearing this, Zhu Youji smiled softly and said: "Actually, this is just my imagination."
As Zhu Youji's words fell, the chaotic and bustling scene around him all converged and turned into dots of brilliance, flowing down like a grand theater that finally came to an end.
The prosperous palace that was just colorful and colorful a moment ago has once again transformed into a water town, rockery and lake in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiang Yufeng was in a trance for a moment, as if she was having a dream.
"Perhaps the real Li Bai is more chic and bohemian than the one in the picture."
"The real Concubine Yang is more graceful and elegant than the one in the picture."
"This is just how I imagined them."
"It's just a dream."
Zhu Youji smiled softly and his tone was extremely calm.
As if being infected by Zhu Youji's words, Jiang Yufeng gradually broke away from this state, nodded slightly and said: "Thank you, Mr. Liu, thank you for letting me have such a dream."
"I never thought that in the era I didn't know, there had been such a well-mannered concubine, and there had been such a talented and unrestrained talent."
Jiang Yufeng bowed earnestly, her eyes filled with gratitude.
In Jiang Yufeng's heart, she was even more satisfied with Zhu Youji, a talented man.
His conversation, temperament, and Confucianism and Taoism are all top-notch.
Not at all inferior to Liang Wenshu, the number one scholar in Dongyejing.
Being able to marry such a man is simply the dream husband of countless young women in the industry.
Zhu Youji could feel the change in Jiang Yufeng's eyes, but without saying anything more, he said, "Come with me for a walk again and take me to visit Xiajiang Mansion."
"Okay, Mr. Liu, come with me." Jiang Yufeng had no objection to being the guide, and now she was even more willing to do so.
Not far away, Jiang Yuyan watched her sister and the unknown young master leave, her eyes full of envy, and she murmured: "Yes, only people with my sister's status are qualified to deserve it. This young man..."
While talking, Jiang Yuyan suddenly thought of something: "Oh, the clothes haven't been washed yet. What a disaster. I have to go back and wash the clothes quickly."
Jiang Yuyan looked around and hurried towards her backyard.
Zhu Youji, who was talking to Jiang Yufeng, felt something, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The purpose of coming today has been achieved.
A seed of fantasy is enough.
…
Yejing, south of the city, in a fresh and elegant inn.
"Young Palace Master, this is the Palace Master's explanation." A woman wearing green clothes and a veil said in a cold tone.
Hua Wuque, a handsome young man in white clothes, took the writing handed over by the woman, briefly distinguished the inscriptions, notes and marks, and after confirming that it was Yao Yue's own handwriting, he read the contents carefully.
"Okay, I understand. You go back and tell the palace master that I will kill Xiao Yu'er as soon as possible."
"It's just that recently, there is a master of Confucianism and Taoism next to this little fish. I am no match for him, so I still need to wait for the opportunity."
Hua Wuque crumpled the letter into a ball, used his strong internal force to smash the letter into pieces, and explained.
"A master of Confucianism and Taoism?"
"You are not even a match for the Young Palace Master?"
Hua Shuinu, the maid of Yihua Palace, also had a look of surprise in her eyes. She is the person who knows the strength of the Young Palace Master best. The Young Palace Master possesses Hunyuan Zhenqi and Heart-Destroying Palm, can move flowers and jade, and has several magical skills. Because he has reached the level of master.
A master of Confucianism and Taoism who couldn't even deal with him...
"Is it the number one scholar in Ye Jingzhong?"
This was Hua Shui Nu's first reaction.
Hua Wuque shook his head and said, "That's probably not the case. I have seen the portrait of the No. 1 scholar, and his behavior is not like that of the No. 1 scholar."
After the defeat, Hua Wuque went to investigate Zhu Youji's identity, but unfortunately, not much information was available.
I only vaguely knew that Zhu Youji had once attended Confucianism and Taoism, and he still achieved good results.
But Hua Wuque knew the rules of Jixia Academy, and even knew that if Zhu Youji's strength had reached the level of a great scholar, Jixia Academy would definitely not let him go.
This kind of person will definitely stay in Jixia Academy.
But why did he appear in Yejing?
"I will tell the palace master about this." Huashui Slave bowed and turned to leave.
Hua Wuque sat in his seat and thought for a long time, but still had no clue: the information he had was too little...
Hua Wuque decided to leave the inn and go out to look for clues to find out Zhu Youji's identity.
At this moment, Lian Xing's personal maid knocked on the door.
"Um?"
"who?"
Hua Wuque closed the folding fan, spoke calmly, and was ready to take action.
"It's me, Hua Xingnu."
Hearing this, Hua Wuque became even more confused. He hesitated and said, "Come in."
Hua Xingnu pushed the door open, took out the letter, and said, "Young Palace Master, the second princess has a letter for you."
"give it to me."
Hua Wuque took the letter and checked it in order, and her doubts deepened.
Because there is only one content in the letter from Lianxing, Lord of the Second Palace.
That is to postpone the execution of Xiao Yu'er, there is another hidden reason.
Lian Xing did not make it clear what the hidden secret was, but Hua Wuque vaguely felt that it might be related to his life experience.