Long Chen was fast asleep on the bed. It was rare that it was cooler tonight and he could sleep comfortably.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a slight knock on the door, and Long Chen turned over, reaching out out of habit to hug the beautiful woman next to him, but he failed.
"Um."
Long Chen slowly opened his eyes and then remembered that he was sleeping alone tonight without anyone to accompany him.
"Come in."
Long Chen responded lazily, opened the door, and Su Yourong walked in.
The moonlight was bright outside and could be seen clearly inside the room, so Su Yourong stopped lighting the lamp.
"Sir, there is a young man outside asking to see you, saying that their master has written a poem, please appreciate it."
When Su Yourong said it, she felt a little confused. She sent someone to send poems in the middle of the night for tasting. Isn't this a mental illness?
He Juntao, the steward of the front yard, was very angry when he heard this and wanted to drive the young man away, but the young man said that Long Chen would definitely get up to appreciate the poems and please inform him.
Seeing that the young man was so confident, He Juntao was afraid of delaying the matter, so he told Su Yourong.
Su Yourong felt strange and entered Long Chen's room.
Long Chen was drowsily asleep and said, "Auntie, come up and sleep with me."
Su Yourong was wearing light pajamas and actually climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Long Chen.
Long Chen raised his feet and placed them on Su Yourong, placing his hands on them. They were soft and very comfortable.
"Sir, there is someone outside asking to see you."
Su Yourong said softly.
Long Chen squeezed Su Yourong's limp body and muttered: "You must be crazy. Come in the middle of the night."
Su Yourong thought so and ignored it.
Although Su Yourong was often molested by Long Chen, this was the first time he slept with her.
In the past, if she wasn't accompanied by the princess, she would be occupied by Zhang Qian, Bai Tingting and a bunch of goblins. How could it be Su Yourong's turn?
Moreover, Su Yourong was embarrassed to say it.
It was a rare opportunity tonight, and Su Yourong was very happy.
General After Chen's feet were taken off, Su Yourong lifted them and put Long Chen's hand there.
In his sleep, Long Chen felt something and moved instinctively.
Su Yourong hugged Long Chen and slowly enjoyed sleeping.
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Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door, and Su Yourong was a little impatient. She turned around and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"
He Juntao said outside the door: "Aunt Yourong, the young man outside the door is the personal bodyguard of the president of the Tianxiahui. Please get up."
That young man is naturally Yan Xing.
Su Yourong was enjoying herself in the room, while Yan Xing was left waiting outside the door for a long time.
Yan Xing was worried that it would take too long, so he revealed his identity, and He Juntao immediately came in to report.
Hearing that he was from the Tianxiahui, Su Yourong gently pushed Long Chen and said, "Sir, someone from the Tianxiahui wants to see you."
In a daze, Long Chen heard about Tianxiahui and opened his eyes to find Su Yourong sleeping next to him.
"Hey, why is aunt sleeping here?"
Su Yourong whispered: "You asked me to come up."
Long Chen scratched his head and thought about it. He couldn't remember it at all.
"No wonder, why is it so comfortable? It turns out it belongs to my aunt."
Su Yourong felt embarrassed when he heard this: "Whatever is comfortable or uncomfortable is not the same."
After putting on her pajamas, Su Yourong stood up and lit the lamp, while Long Chen slowly got up.
The door opened and He Juntao came in.
"Where are the people?"
Long Chen yawned and wanted to continue sleeping.
He Juntao said: "Outside the door, sir."
This is the backyard, and it is inappropriate for a man to come in.
Long Chen said: "Let's go to the front and see what trouble they are making."
He Juntao led the way, and Long Chen slowly walked to the living room. After a while, Yan Xing walked in and saw a sleepy Long Chen.
"I've seen Dazhu Kingdom."
Yan Xing just bowed and was not too polite.
This boy had just been with Ji Ba for a short period of time, and he was very high-spirited, a little bit like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.
"Tell me, what's going on." .??.
Long Chen wanted to go back to bed early.
Yan Xing took out the poems and essays written by Ji Ba and said: "The president was admiring the moon at Quanhu Lake, and suddenly became very interested in poetry. He wrote a poem and asked Dazhuguo to appreciate it."
Hearing that Ji Ba composed poetry, Long Chen was slightly surprised: "Oh, the president can also compose poetry, let me see."
He Juntao took the poem and unfolded it in front of Long Chen, not letting Long Chen touch it.
She was worried that the paper was poisonous.
"The moon is high and high, the water of springs and lakes is surging; holding a beautiful girl in my arms and drinking fine wine, I am the proudest hero in the world!"
After Long Chen finished reading, he almost laughed like a pig. This is called poetry, not even a limerick!
"What a poem! I have never seen such simple and artistic poetry!"
"Oh, I always thought that the president could only make money, but I didn't expect him to be so talented!"
"It's a pity, it's a pity. If the president doesn't become the uncrowned king, he should be able to become the leader of the scribes!"
These words made Long Chen himself feel sick.
Yan Xing smiled proudly and said: "Dazhu Kingdom really has good eyesight."
After Long Chen praised him, he said: "Seeing that the president is so good at poetry, I became very inspired by poetry and wrote a poem in harmony with the president."
Harmony poetry among literati is a great piece of elegant poetry.
The so-called harmonious poetry is to compose poetry and sing harmoniously with others.
Now Ji Ba composed a poem, and Long Chen composed another poem as a chorus.
Yan Xing was very happy to hear that there was a harmonious poem and said, "Then please ask Dazhu Kingdom to compose one right away."
He Juntao immediately brought pen and ink, and Long Chen immediately wrote a poem.
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He Juntao accepted it and handed it to Yan Xing.
Yan Xing didn't understand, so he didn't look at it and bowed, "I'll take my leave."
After saying that, Yan Xing left Longshuai's Mansion and immediately rode back to Quan Lake.
He Juntao was very unhappy and said: "This young man doesn't understand etiquette."
Long Chen smiled and said, "Young people, it's normal to be a little crazy."
"You should also go back and rest. Looking for poems about people in the middle of the night will make your brain wet."
Long Chen returned to the bedroom, and Su Yourong was still sitting in the room.
"Auntie is still here, so just sleep with me."
Long Chen smiled and pulled Su Yourong up, placing his hand in the middle.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to get a towel. It's best if the mat doesn't get wet."
Su Yourong quickly got a towel to lay on, while Long Chen blew out the candles and went to sleep.
Yan Xing returned to Quanhu Lake with the poems in hand, got off the horse, took a small boat and boarded the big ship.
Ji Ba asked impatiently: "Why have you been gone for so long?"
Yan Xing replied truthfully: "Long Chengen went to bed long ago, so he delayed."
Niu Yang and Gao Nian were both older and sleepy, so they sat next to them and took a nap.
"How did he say?"
Yan Xing replied: "He said that the president's poetry and literary talent are very good. If the president does not become the uncrowned king, he should be the leader of scribes."
This was the truth spoken by Long Chen. Ji Ba laughed loudly after hearing this and said, "This Long Chengen is very good at flattering!"
"He, Long Chengen, is the leader of the scribes. I don't even bother to ask for his title."
Ji Ba felt very comfortable and proud of what he heard.
Since ancient times, powerful people have liked to be arty. They are obviously arrogant, but they try their best to be like the literati, and in the end they end up being neither fish nor fowl.
"President, Long Chengen returned a poem, saying that the president's poems made him flourish in poetry."
Ji Ba said happily: "Take it out and show it to the great elder."
