Chapter 247: Yi Jun Still Hasn’t Seen the Flowers (4)
"Why does Mr. Li live here?" Zhao Ji, dressed in casual clothes, asked with a frown while walking in a remote alley.
"Eleventh Master, it's quiet here. You see, it's close to the Bian River and has green embankments and flower banks. The scenery is first-class. Of course, this kind of scenery is definitely not as good as the palace, and it won't be able to attract the attention of His Highness." Gao Qiu.
He said flatteringly on the side.
After leaving the palace, Zhao Ji gave special instructions not to call him His Royal Highness, but only to the eleventh son of the Zhao family, or a high official.
Behind them were six royal guards.
Zhao Ji nodded with satisfaction: "Master Li is here to meet guests?"
"Yes, Your Highness. This is just the place where Master Li lives. There are too many people who want to see her, including nobles, celebrities, scholars, civil and military officials, wealthy businessmen, there are countless people. Submit the post to Baifanlou first, talented people
Just attach a few poems, and if you don’t have the talent or money, just mark the gift... Then all the submissions will be sent here for Master Li to choose."
"Whoever you choose will make an appointment at the Baifan Building, have a drink, and talk about the world. If you are in a good mood, play a few strings and sing a song, those people will be as happy as sitting on the viewing platform during the Jinmingchi Parade of Zhengdan."
Gao Qiu explained carefully, "Those rules are for ordinary people. How can His Highness, with his rich body, just wait in line for posts? Just come here and call the door. No matter how proud Master Li is, he would not dare to do it in front of His Highness."
temper."
"That's true." Zhao Ji responded complacently. At this time, his face was full of confidence.
He is handsome, talented, and the king of the Song Dynasty. Taken together, I don’t believe there is any woman in the world who doesn’t like her? Let alone a prostitute who entertains people with her talent and sex.
When he walked to the entrance of Money Alley, there were a few people standing sparsely. Zhao Ji looked familiar, but he didn't take it to heart at all.
Gao Qiu didn't take it seriously either. In front of Master Li's house, there were a lot of prostitutes wandering around day and night, wanting to catch a glimpse of her beauty when she went out to the Baifan Tower.
These people seemed to notice the extraordinary posture of Zhao Ji and his party, and disappeared silently.
Entering the alley, I saw a willow tree standing in the distance beside the door of a large house. The low-hanging branches looked like curtains hanging on the door.
Above the fence, I saw a few branches swaying in the air. It should be a cherry tree, but most of it was blocked by the fence, making it difficult to see the whole picture. Only a few leaves were exposed, and they were as green as the jasper hairpins on a beauty's bun.
Faintly hearing the clear and ringing laughter of a woman, she jumped over the wall and jumped out.
For an instant, Zhao Ji felt that the sunlight shining on his face was so gentle.
"Knock on the door and tell Zhao Shiyilang to pay a visit to Mr. Li and Mr. Li." Zhao Ji's voice became extremely gentle.
"Dongdong!" Gao Qiu's knock on the door was not gentle at all, just like the knock on the door when "an official catches someone at night" in "Shi Hao Li".
Zhao Ji's brows were all twisted together. He was really a mortal man, and he suddenly turned an elegant matter into a powerful marriage robbery.
"Who is knocking on the door?" a crisp voice asked inside.
He sounded no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was as fresh and tender as the tips of small bamboo shoots that sprouted before and after Grain Rain.
"It's the eleventh son of the Zhao family." Gao Qiu replied loudly, but compared to the female voice inside, his voice sounded like a duck quacking.
"Who is the eleventh son of the Zhao family?" the female voice asked again, looking innocent and innocent.
Gao Qiu was embarrassed. He turned to look at Zhao Ji and shook his head in affirmation.
There was no other way, Zhao Ji said that he would rely on his talent and appearance to knock on the door known as the most difficult to open in Kaifeng City.
Now I have received a positive answer again. I am not allowed to use the banner of Duan Wang. I have no choice but to ask for help.
Your Highness, this Master Li is not one of those women in the backyard of your palace who pounce on you like flies. Besides, if you are really no longer His Highness Duan Wang, if you look at them again, will they still pounce on you?
But my king is so confident and likes to play this kind of tricks, what can I do?
I am also very helpless!
"The eleventh son of the Zhao family is the eleventh brother of the Zhao family." Gao Qiu said something cryptic, hoping that the people inside would be smarter and understand the meaning.
But he didn't give any hope.
There are too many people with the surname Zhao in the world, and the seniority is arranged according to the same clan or family. The eleventh brother is not considered rare. It is difficult for ordinary people to think that he is the eleventh brother of an official family.
It was quiet inside, and then it seemed like someone was talking from somewhere further inside. After walking for a while, I heard footsteps, and a strong female voice spoke.
"The eleventh brother of the Zhao family is here. He is indeed an honored guest. But there is already a distinguished person in the house, so we can only ask the eleventh brother to go back temporarily and see you again in the future."
Hey, this is not giving face!
If you follow your demanding nature and throw a few stacks of silver dollar coupons in first, ask to open the door, and then reveal your identity as His Highness Prince Duan, the matter will be settled. Why bother?
It's okay now, it's embarrassing now.
Zhao Ji disagreed, and was still a little excited. He stepped forward and chanted loudly: "'The plum blossoms in the palace are pink, the willows on the bank are golden, Huangzhou is celebrating the return of spring... The silver toad is as bright as the day, we ride together in joy, and return with endurance."
Zhong Duan, listening to the singing, still in the forbidden street. 'Master Li, these are my words, are they still eye-catching?"
"It's very gorgeous and fair. But in the eyes of a little girl..." A voice like an oriole sounded, separated by a high wall, making people daydream.
"It's not as shocking as 'The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like raging, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside...the people are suffering when the mountains and rivers are prosperous; the people are suffering when they are dying.'"
Zhao Ji's handsome face turned pale with anger.
Comparing me with Brother Thirteen again.
He just wrote such a poem... Yes, this poem is indeed well written. The word "Ju" and the word "anger" vividly describe the majestic mountains and rivers of Tongguan Road and the dangerous terrain.
In the last sentence, "Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer." Even the most stubborn old Confucian scholars have to say that this is the royal voice of the emperor who truly cares about all the people, comparable to Yao and Shun.
How do you compare this poem to this one? This poem is neither fish nor fowl, irregular in form, free and loose, does not conform to the style of the poem, and does not conform to the standards. Where can I find the neatness of my song "Slow Voice"?
Gao Qiu saw Zhao Ji's displeasure and said rudely to the door: "Are the nobles in the house as noble as our officials? Don't toast or eat as a fine! Be careful if you smash the broken door of your house and break in, it won't look good.
Already."
Zhao Ji was about to open his mouth to stop his reckless request.
He is a good-looking person.
Although I had been disgraced just now, if I broke in and spread the word, I would be even more embarrassed. I am afraid that the reputation I have accumulated among the literati, the government and the public will be ruined.
But before he could say anything, a voice came from next to him.
"A bunch of poor people! They have no reputation and no money, and they want to knock on Li's door and get out of here."
I saw a group of people coming from the other side of the alley. The leader was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was dressed gorgeously and was frivolous and arrogant.
The man behind him is thirteen or fourteen years old, with red lips and white teeth. He is really a young man with pink makeup and beautiful looks.
After the young man in the lead finished taunting Zhao Ji, he raised his head and said to the door of the house: "The right servant, Cai Fusi Lang, who is also the minister of Duzhi, is here to pay a visit to the Li family. Please open the door quickly!"
Zhao Ji turned pale with anger, his chest heaved, and he pointed at the two teenagers and could not say a word.
Gao Qiu saw this in his eyes, and he was so loyal that he shouted loudly: "You are a thief, you are a thief in the house of Prime Minister Cai, and you are wandering around to do evil things at a young age."
Cai Silang has been studying in his hometown, and was taken to Kaifeng City by his father this summer. He only knew that his father had a high official position, and he always flattered his father no matter in his hometown or in the capital, so he made him look down upon everything.
Seeing Gao Qiu's sarcasm, he was so angry that he ignored it and shouted: "Chen Guang, kill this guy!"
Gao Qiu did not dare to show weakness. He took a step back and shouted to the palace guard: "Zhou Tong, knock this guy down for me!" This chapter has been completed!