In Chang'an City, there is nothing secret.

Especially poetry, songs, once a masterpiece is born, it will be spread all over the world immediately.

Zhao Xun's poem "Autumn Ci" is no exception.

Especially in the entertainment CBD Pingkangfang in Chang'an City, the young and young ladies in the shop are sought after by this poem.

From the courtesans in Pingkangfang to the young men who are just starting out, they all began to try to change this poem into a song to sing.

However, poetry does not have fixed rhymes like tunes, and it is not so easy to sing. Even so, it cannot subside the enthusiasm of Pingkangli practitioners.

"Have you heard that the prince of Chengguo Zhao Xun and Zhao Xiaolangjun wrote a poem about autumn when he was traveling to the lake in Qujiang, which was greatly appreciated by the county lord Yonghe."

"Can you never heard of it? This poem is now red and purple."

"That Zhao Xun who fell from the building in Zui Xiaoxiang and His Highness the King of Wei?"

"Who else can it be if it's not him."

"But didn't he fall to death?"

"Shh, I dare not say this. Did you see it? I didn't see any lies. This is a popular young man who even gave the imperial edict to praise him. How could he die? Besides, Zui Xiaoxiang is only a second-storey height. Even if he falls down, he will be injured. He will be cured for a few days."

"Yes, yes, let's stop talking about this. Let's talk about poetry. Sisters, let's try singing it out, how about it?"

"Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane radiates on the clouds in the clear sky, which brings poetry to the blue sky."

"Why do you want to sing in medieval tones? I think it's more charming to sing in Chang'an official dialect."

"The accent of Luoyang is obviously better. I'll sing it again and you guys..."

"Each one has its own good. If it is for me, this is not a musical instrument, and it is excellent no matter how you sing it."

"You have told me all the truth."

"Hey, it's just that Pingkangli is singing this poem now, so it's hard for us to sing it well. If we can get Mr. Zhao to compose a poem first, then we will become famous."

"How can Mr. Zhao like us vulgar fans? Oh, that's it."

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Bad people's yamen.

Zhao Xun got up early and washed up as usual.

Now he is used to living in the yamen.

Except for the holidays, he would return to Duke Cheng's Mansion to accompany his father, mother and girls, and basically he would live in the yamen on weekdays.

This has an advantage, which solves the problem of commuting time and allows you to sleep for a long time.

For a workaholic who is used to 996 involume, it is not difficult to do this.

But this seemed a bit awkward to other colleagues.

What should you do if you ask us to do this?

Zhao Xun was like a catfish thrown into a fish pond, forcing others to roll up as well.

However, this indirectly improves the work efficiency of the bad yamen.

The bad handsome Feng Hao saw this and enjoyed it.

"I didn't expect that Zhao Xun, a little bastard, could make the atmosphere in the yamen so good. I didn't expect it. Zheng Gong, you won this bet. I am willing to accept the loss. In the Qujiang Poetry Conference in a month later, I am willing to let Zhao Xun attend."

"Why, Lord Feng also thinks it's a pity to not attend the Qujiang Poetry Club with Zhao Xunzhi?"

The eunuch Zheng Jie squinted his eyes slightly and said with a smile.

"This kid does have something. I originally thought he was just a playboy. Now it seems that he is extremely strong in both literary talent and investigating talents."

Feng Hao likes talented young people very much, and countless young people have been promoted by him. Now, there are two of the three purple robes in the bad guys' yamen that Feng Hao has promoted them from the green robes.

Zhao Xun has indeed shown his talent now, but that's not enough. Feng Hao has to wait and see for a while.

"It's good for him to follow this Qujiang Poetry Club, and there may be unexpected gains."

Feng Hao had heard Zhao Xun's report long ago and had a understanding of the various relationships between Dongyue swordsman, He Jingshi, and the Demon Sect.

This kid is really good at being a human being, so he greets you early and asks for instructions in the evening.

Anyone would feel very comfortable if it were.

Feng Hao is no exception.

"That's good."

Smart people always talk to each other until they are right, so there is no need to say too clearly.

"In this way, our family will go back and report to His Majesty."

Zheng Jie stood up with a chair and walked away with his hands on his back.

"This old fox."

After Zheng Jie left, Feng Hao put down the teacup and cursed.

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"One, two, three, four, do it again..."

Zhao Xun took advantage of the bad guy's lunch break to start doing squats and push-ups.

This is to exercise basic strength, and even practitioners need strength practice.

Otherwise, even if you have the ability to practice, you will still be a moon in the water, a flower in the mirror, and a rootless duckweed.

After washing his marrow, his physique has indeed become much stronger. In the past, he was exhausted after doing fifty push-ups. Now he does one hundred without breathing.

However, Zhao Xun had no intention of relaxation. Power is a thing that uses advance and withdrawal. If you are not careful, you may degenerate.

"Mingyun, what are you doing?"

When Jia Xingwen saw that Zhao Xun always likes to do strange movements alone, he asked suspiciously.

"Ah, this is push-ups and squats, strength training, and yoga... is used to exercise flexibility."

Zhao Xun stood up, patted the gray on his hand, and smiled slightly.

"Uh... I'm here today to introduce you to a new colleague. This morning, Lord Feng found me and assigned a new member to our group."

Zhao Xun felt a little whispered in his heart, thinking that there were only two people in our group, and there were only three new colleagues. Do you still need to emphasize the concept of grouping?

However, it is true. If you don’t emphasize it, how can you show the importance of Jia Xingwen as a team leader?

"Oh OK, it should be easier for us to investigate the case in the future."

"This is not necessarily the case."

Jia Xingwen looked bitter, then patted Zhao Xun on the shoulder and said, "You wait here, I'll bring him and bring you an orange."

Zhao Xun looked dark and was taken advantage of by nothing, so he couldn't say anything.

It was almost a cup of tea that Jia Xingwen returned, followed by a fat man with a short figure and a round belly.

Um?

Countless question marks emerged above Zhao Xun's head.

Isn't this person a new colleague in the same group?

Before he could ask questions, the fat man gave Zhao Xun a cross-handed gift: "Brother Zhao, I am Pan Jinxing, whose courtesy name is Wangcai, was ordered to join the bad guy and be assigned to Brother Jia's group. I will ask Brother Zhao for more advice in the future."

Zhao Xun couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Wangcai? This word is really funny. But if you think about it carefully, the word is a supplementary explanation of the name. This guy is called Pan Jinxing, and there is no problem with the word Wangcai. However, this guy doesn’t seem to be a bad person no matter how he looks. Could it be something wrong?

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Chapter completed!