In the bedroom, the latest spring clothes were prepared. Gu Yuanbai picked out a crescent-white uniform embroidered with a golden silk dragon pattern, and put on a blue cloak outside, and walked out of the bedroom with a smile on his face. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: www.novelhall.com

The ministers brought their sons and daughters to Gu Yuanbai and bowed: "Holy to Wanan."

Today (Shui Shui) is full of energy, and Gu Yuanbai is also full of energy. The corner of his lips (gou) said loudly: "Get up."

The strange flowers and weeds in the garden have bloomed a lot after the spring rains in the past few days, and the palace people carefully take care of them day and night, and many trees that should not have been greened at this time are also very vibrant.

The sun is good today, the palace people sprinkled water in advance, and the flowers of Jiao (yanyan) are the most delicate time.

The saints were surrounded by clan relatives and ministers, and the elders brought by the ministers' homes were embellished behind them. Don't say I saw the saints, even the corners of the clothes of the saints.

Xue Yuan was adorned behind these ministers. He and Chang Yuyan slowly walked together. The two of them did not rush, it was as if they were simply coming to enjoy the flowers.

Seeing that there were not many people around, Chang Yuyan asked, "Where is the veil you found?"

Xue Yuan had his hands behind his back, his posture was very handsome and handsome. He said casually: "It's burnt to ashes."

Chang Yuyan teased: "I thought you would take advantage of today to return the veil to the original owner."

Xue Yuan seemed to hear some funny joke, "When it comes to my hands, it's my thing. What is the owner?"

As soon as Chang Yuyan was about to speak, there was a tumult in front of him. It was an adult who had a flash of inspiration and made a high-quality chanting spring poem, which caused a small climax in the atmosphere.

There was a palace attendant who wrote it down and read it aloud. After listening to Chang Yuyan, he couldn't help but clap his hands and praised: "Good poem!"

Xue Yuan: "Your father pointed out that you are in your early days. Why not take this opportunity to write a poem you made?"

Chang Yuyan shook his head directly. The corner of Xue Yuan's mouth (hook gou) raised, he was a step behind, and kicked Chang Yuyan with his foot. Chang Yuyan staggered and rammed forward. An adult recognized him and moved away with a smile. Speaking of poems, the Chang family boy can't skip it."

When Chang Yuyan stood still, the position he had let out was already straight to the saint's side. His expression was shocked, and he hurriedly condensed his expression, and respectfully stepped forward to bow to the saint, "Boy reckless, see The Holy Spirit."

Gu Yuanbai carefully looked at the handsome young man in front of him, "Are you Chang Yuyan?"

Chang Yu's words lowered his head deeper: "Yes."

This Chang Yuyan is also interesting, and he is a talented man who is famous in Beijing. Gu Yuanbai remembered two things he did. The first was that his loyal fans surrounded Changfu on the day he was crowned. Some people tried to cross the wall, and finally shocked the government to send troops to arrest people. Another thing has something to do with Gu Yuanbai. This Chang Yuyan once wrote thirteen poems in one breath to satirize the nobles who do not know the suffering of the world, not only satirizing the power minister Lu Feng, but also satirizing him. This emperor can't do it.