Chapter 1445

After quietly closing the balcony door, he picked up his mobile phone and whispered, "laugh and forget the book?"

The girl who has returned from the "Bu family" recently sent me a manuscript called 300 Tang poems. "

"She told the spy who traded with her that many literary forms such as Song Ci, Yuan Opera and so on will appear on my desk."

"Wang Aiqing, do you want to do this job? If you don't want to do it, I think many people should also like these magnificent poems."

Do you have anything else to think of when you hear Wang haoshu here?

Of course he promised.

Just a little reluctantly, he muttered to a pile of memorials full of routines: "this should be the work of an emperor. If it's not good, there are Imperial Academy attendants who can deal with these memorials."

"It's just that I read fast enough to squeeze my potential."

Perhaps the voice was not small, but the emperor sitting at the top smiled: "it can't depend on me. According to our childhood feelings, I will never do this to you."

"But ah, I once knew a mysterious man. He taught me how to make the best use of everything and let me know how to relax as an emperor."

"Thank you very much, Wang Aiqing. Come on. After approving the memorial, clip the concise content into the memorial. I will make corresponding comments according to the content inside."

"Oh, I've been busy for another day. I'm really tired. I'll go back to the back palace and relax. If Wang Aiqing finishes this work, he'll find father-in-law an on the side. Naturally, he will send the 300 heads to you."

With that, situ Jingming, who was sitting at the head, stretched his waist and left the hall of supreme harmony.

Only Wang haoshu issued a loveless cry towards the huge palace.

When Gu Zheng smiled at this, the screen went black again.

The book that first appeared came out again.

It's still the hands of women, drawing on it.

When the camera advanced, Gu Zheng saw the setting belonging to Wang haoshu.

Character setting: Wang haoshu, Wang Shoufu's second son, the first talent of the great Wei Dynasty, clear, handsome, romantic, Zi Ren, 22 years old.

Because of a cultural meeting with the female leader Bu Lian, he met in the Jubin building of the great Wei state and fell in love with Bu Lian, who dressed as a woman at first sight.

Smart, he worships the literary talent of the female Lord and is cited as a lifelong confidant.

After the female owner and many male owners retired, he never broke off his contact with the female owner.

Every dozens of days, the two people have flying pigeons.

In literature and poetry.

She is the most intimate confidant of Lanyan.

In the space next to the text, the pencil is outlining a clear and meaningful man in green clothes and green bamboo embroidery.

He was thin but not weak, full of ink.

A white jade fan and a white jade hairpin, no matter how simple the dress, it is difficult to hide the noble atmosphere of self youth in his book.

Ah, another image so similar.

Gu Zheng picked his lips and saw the camera turn to the next character again.

……

"Crackling!"

"Bang bang!"

The lens lit up again was even given to the capital of the state of Wei, the most prosperous commercial street.

At this time, Jin Buhuan's smile appeared on the screen.

At this time, he had a big red flower pinned to his chest, and didn't mention how happy he was.

Sitting on a tall horse, he was surrounded by suona sounds, playing the most common joy of the great Wei state when welcoming the wedding. Coupled with the frequent congratulations around Jin Buhuan, Gu Zheng didn't understand. This was Jin Buhuan's wedding day.

On this happy day, Gu Zheng really saw the financial resources of great wealth.

In the wedding room equivalent to the golden house, melon seeds, peanuts, pomegranates and red dates laid on the bed are all carved from gold agate.

On the red sandalwood bed, which is big enough to compare with three walking beds, a bride with a red cap is waiting for the arrival of her bridegroom in the crackle of candles.

"Squeak"

The door of the room was pushed in from the outside.

A bridegroom who stumbled slightly but had a clear mind came to the bride.

A red alder ruler was handed to Jin Buhuan by the Xi Niang on one side. Under the shaking, the red cap was picked by the ruler, revealing the bride's shy and smiling face.

"You all step back."

When Jin Butong handed the ruler back to Xi Niang, the idle people in the room were ordered out by Jin Butong.

When the bride under the red candle lowered her head too shyly because of her husband's hot eyes, the gold took an inch and sat next to the bride.

"Madam, I finally got her favor. I look forward to the day when I marry her."

"I've been waiting for this day, but I've been waiting for three years."

The bride, who was still a stranger to her, was stunned and could not care about her shyness. On the contrary, she raised her head in surprise and carefully measured the husband beside her.

But the man's smiling appearance was so strange. Although the prince of the Jin family was famous throughout the great Wei state because of his family's wealth, it was a very strange existence for the daughter of a literary academy head.

If it were not for the Jin family to be able to move Royal people to propose marriage to their family, and the Jin family promised to use half of the profits from some very lucrative businesses for the state's free donation funds for the construction of academies everywhere, the scholarly family of poetry and Book heirs would never marry the children of rich businessmen like the Jin family.