Zhou Jian turned his head and looked suspicious.

Fang Jie wiped his sweat and said awkwardly: "Master, what you just saw wasn't that... or anything. It should be the talented and beautiful ladies swimming in the lake together, or drinking wine in the meandering stream and reciting poems to each other."

Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows and thought about it for a while. It was so ancient that a man and a woman were rolling on the grass in broad daylight, waiting to be soaked in a pig cage.

"Go in!"

"Well, by the way, are there a lot of great poems in the capital recently?" he asked casually.

Fang Jie's eyes lit up and he said seriously: "Master, how do you know? There are indeed many poems produced in the capital, and they are all top-notch poems, causing countless talented men and beautiful women to sing!"

"But those authors were wealthy businessmen who were illiterate. It was revealed that they bought the poems. The people who sold the poems were called anonymous by all the talented and beautiful people in the capital."

"Alas, he is not in the poetry world, but his name is widely circulated. If the real person is willing to show up, I don't know how many young ladies will pursue him. It would be a pity not to become an official in the court and serve the court!"

Hearing this, many disguised Imperial Guards showed expressions of surprise and envy.

In response to this, Zhou Jian tried his best to hold back his laughter and said, half truthfully and half falsely: "Actually, the author of those poems is me!"

"ah?"

Fang Jie and others were embarrassed and only took it as a joke.

"cut!!"

"How shameless, do you think anyone can be anonymous? Why don't you find a bronze mirror to see what you look like? Get out of the way, a good dog won't block the way!"

This was a rather arrogant female voice. Zhou Jian frowned and turned around, finding that she was just a maid with average appearance, and there was a sedan behind her.

What a great guy, what a big pomp, I carried him straight into the academy.

Fang Jie and others became furious and roared: "You little girl, you don't know how high the sky is, how dare you insult my master!"

This maid should be from a wealthy family. She raised her face arrogantly and said: "Master? These days, there are really a few bad guys who can be masters. Make way quickly, I won't accept your trick!"

"Bastard!!" Fang Jie was angry. The emperor paid a private visit incognito, but was insulted by his maid?

bass!

He instantly drew his sword and wanted to kill the maid directly!

Zhou Jian took the first step and grabbed Fang Jie's hand to prevent him from drawing the sword. He didn't want to attract anyone's attention during this troubled time.

The disguised Imperial Guards were furious, clenched their fists, and were about to reprimand.

In the carriage, a pleasant female voice sounded first: "Xiao Huan, you are going too far. Apologize to this young master, right away!"

Hiss... Zhou Jian's eyes widened, and the beautiful voice seemed to be born with an elegance and tranquility, as sweet as a clear spring hitting a stone, as if a volume of ancient poetry was slowly unfolding in his eyes.

"Miss...I." The maid felt aggrieved.

"Immediately!" The woman's voice was very angry.

The maid did not dare to say anything more and reluctantly said to Zhou Jian: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"Humph, if the master doesn't come down and apologize, what does it mean to ask the servants to apologize?" Fang Jie was dissatisfied and dared to insult His Majesty! Just what happened just now is enough to kill this woman. The emperor is majestic and cannot be offended!

Zhou Jian didn't stop her. He wanted to see what this woman looked like.

Ta-ta...

As soon as Fang Jie finished speaking, the woman got off the bike. She was wearing a white skirt, slim yet feminine, with a wooden hairpin in her hair. She was simple and had the aristocratic temperament of a lady. Her black hair was like a waterfall, and she was extremely beautiful.

The only pity was that she was wearing a white bamboo hat, so her face and eyes couldn't be seen, they were completely covered.

Even so, the scholarly spirit in her bones, as well as her figure and demeanor are all amazing. She is definitely a talented woman. Zhou Jian couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Movement is like the wind blowing willows, and quietness is like flowers shining on the water."

The Qingcheng face under the white veil was slightly startled and glanced at Zhou Jian. Who is this person? He is not a common person who can casually say such metaphors!

But she was used to all kinds of compliments, so she wasn't surprised by them.
Chapter completed!