Li Chengren looked aggrieved and burst into tears.
Empress Zhou looked distressed, defended herself, and blamed herself very much.
What a picture of quiet time and deep love between mother and child?
It's a pity that the two of them despised each other so much that they didn't believe a word they said.
But this scene has to go on. Before Empress Zhou completely controls the Li and Tang Empire, she cannot and does not want to break the relationship now.
"Seeing Ren'er like this, the Queen Mother's heart is cut with a knife. She just wishes she could suffer for Ren'er. Don't worry, Ren'er, the Queen Mother will definitely give you justice in this matter!"
"I thanked my mother. I don't feel sorry for you. I just regret that I don't have any cultivation skills and have discredited the royal family!"
"Don't say that to Ren'er. You should have a good rest. When you recover from your injuries, the Queen Mother will find the world's best alchemist for you to help you embark on the path of cultivation!"
After showing off their acting skills for a while, Empress Zhou may have been disgusted by herself, or she didn't want to talk nonsense with Li Chengren anymore, so she left on the pretense of having something to do.
Until the former left completely, Li Chengren wiped away his tears and showed a sarcastic smile.
"What a snake-hearted old witch!"
This time he had managed to survive, but Li Chengren still felt extremely heavy.
Back in Chang'an, he was like a piece of meat on a knife, and could only be slaughtered by others. At the moment, all hope was pinned on Ye Qing, and all he could do was wait silently.
On the other side, after entering Chang'an City, Ye Qing quickly transformed into a new identity, prepared several carts of herbs, and disguised himself as a businessman.
Li Yuechan, on the other hand, was reluctant to be Ye Qing's maid.
After the two of them found a restaurant where the consumption was moderate and suitable for businessmen status, Ye Qing locked Li Yuechan in the room and left the restaurant alone to go to the Jiaofang to inquire about the news.
After using the disguise technique he learned from Li Yuechan to transform himself into Li Hanlin, Ye Qing put on expensive Shu brocade and entered the workshop with great swagger.
Seeing Ye Qing's impressive posture, the madam immediately twisted her plump waist and came to Ye Qing with a flattering smile.
"Hey, this one looks cool!"
Ye Qing said nothing and glanced at her lightly. The madam immediately understood and introduced her enthusiastically.
After all, he is the old madam of the Jiaofang. When he was young, he was also a courtesan. Although he was old and beautiful, his methods were extraordinary. After a lot of hard work, Ye Qing was really bored and threw out one.
The fourth-grade elixir will dispose of it.
"Thank you for the reward, young master! I didn't know that the young master came here before, but he has a girl he likes?"
"Of course I'm here for Miss Tianshui. You're such a long-winded person. Take me to find Miss Tianshui quickly!"
"Hey, sir, you may not know very well. Whether we can spend the spring evening with an oiran girl here depends on the oiran girl's wishes. Besides, we in Tianshui are a famous court lady in Chang'an. Today we finally come of age.
On this first night, I was naturally in a head-scratching situation. It’s very difficult for me to handle this, Master..."
The madam blinked, her intention was clear.
"What a greedy dog!"
Ye Qing snorted coldly and threw out another fourth-grade elixir. The madam suddenly became happy and led Ye Qing into a small courtyard with quiet scenery and pleasant fragrance.
In the center of the courtyard, there are more than a dozen tables arranged neatly, and they are all packed. Looking at this situation, you can see that you are either rich or noble.
But from their expressions, there was no sign of inevitable confidence, only head-scratching dissatisfaction.
"What's going on?"
"Harm, sir, don't mention it. This girl in Tianshui doesn't like money and prefers poetry. No, this poses a problem for everyone. If she can compose a poem that makes her heartbeat, she will be willing to conspire with the gentleman to get drunk for a whole day without taking any money.
It’s been three days, and looking at this situation, I’m afraid it will take another three days.”
"Writing poetry?"
Ye Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously a little surprised.
Asking himself, Ye Qing didn't understand poetry at all. Although he had read many masterpieces by famous writers when he was a child, Ye Qing couldn't understand them at all, let alone resonate with them. It was more difficult for him to compose poems on the spot than to kill him.
But trouble is trouble, who let Ye Qing have cheats?
In Eternal Imprint, Ye Qing has seen a lot of lost poems. With his level, he can barely tell which one is better. If he picks out a few poems at random, is it not easy to win an oiran?
Sitting in front of the desk and thinking carefully for a few breaths, Ye Qing waved, and the maid in a gauze dress twisted her buttocks and sat forward, grinding for Ye Qing.
But when he raised his pen, Ye Qing was stunned.
The moment he started writing, he forgot all the poems he had just remembered. Ye Qing tried this several times, but had no choice but to change one poem after another, and finally found one that could be written on paper.
poems on.
Thin clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silvery people are far away in darkness.
Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back.
If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
The moment he put pen to paper, Ye Qing suddenly felt that the shackles of his cultivation were loosened, and there were signs of a breakthrough.
"Is it my imagination?"
Ye Qing frowned. After hesitating again and again, he suppressed his restless spiritual energy and turned around, only to find that the maid had already been frozen in place, staring intently at the poem on the paper, with a happy blush on her cheeks.
"Help me give it to Miss Tianshui."
Ye Qing said this several times in a row, and then the maid came back to her senses and said word by word: "I don't know the name of the young master?"
"Li Keke, Ye Hanlin, yes, I'm Ye Hanlin."
I'm sorry, Brother Hanlin!
"Master Ye, wait a moment, I'm going to send you poems right now!"
Seeing the impatient look of the maid, Ye Qing was a little disapproving. With his level, he naturally couldn't see the merits of this poem. As for why he chose this poem, it was mainly because it had many words and was heavy in weight.
As for whether he could impress this oiran girl, to be honest, Ye Qing didn't have high hopes. He came to the workshop just to inquire about information.
While waiting, Ye Qing turned around and walked out of Tianshui's courtyard. He wandered around the classroom and heard a lot of useful news.
For example, the emperor of the Li Tang Empire, Li Chengren's father, seems to be dying. He will definitely lose his legs in two years at most!
For example, a certain minister or a certain prince became the queen's lackey for his own power. There were countless such gossips. Ye Qing wrote them down one by one. Maybe that news would be the key to breaking the situation!
However, what Ye Qing didn't expect was that he turned around and was about to leave. However, the maid from before found Ye Qing in a panic and blocked his way.