Datang broom star

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Does that little thief have this side?

In Wei Wushuang's impression, apart from fighting on the battlefield, Jia Pingan always had a playful smile when getting along with him.

In the face of those clansmen and talented scholars, he actually said such words as being truly lonely, thinking about how contemptuous he must have been at that time.

"Unparalleled!"

She was in a daze when a servant came outside, "Wushuang, Uncle Wuyang is waiting for you outside."

What is that little thief here for?

Is it to show off?

Shouldn't.

Then

Wei Wushuang said softly: "I haven't finished my work, I'll go out later."

Jiang Han said with a smile: "You don't have much time here, go."

Wei Wushuang got up, "Thank you Gong Zheng."

Walking in the palace with her long legs is a sight.

"I have seen Your Highness!"

Prince Li Zhong came with people.

Wei Wushuang stood on the side, lowering his head slightly.

This is the rule in the palace, when a nobleman passes by, the palace servants must stay away from the side, and are not allowed to look up at the nobleman disrespectfully.

Wei Wushuang saw a pair of feet walking slowly.

What does the prince want to tell me?

What Wei Wushuang thought of was the dispute between Jia Ping'an and the prince.

She felt a chill in her heart.

"You are Wei Wushuang?"

The news that Wei Wushuang was going to leave the palace gradually spread, and those who cared would naturally know her whereabouts.

Jia Ping'an's future wife!

No, she is already his wife!

Li Zhong said with a smile: "Uncle Wu Yang has served His Majesty and has done a lot of meritorious service. I heard that you are his wife? You can live a good life like this. If His Majesty rewards you later, I will add something to you."

Wei Wushuang said: "Thank you, Your Highness. However, I have not yet entered Jia's house, so I dare not agree."

I don't care what purpose you want to use me for, but I'm not with Jia Pingan yet, so what you say is useless!

Several subordinate officials behind Li Zhong looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Jia Ping'an's lady seems to be from a simple background, but she still manages to deal with the prince's coercion without leaking.

Not bad!

Later, when Wu Mei learned about this, she laughed loudly, "I have observed her for a long time, if I can't agree, how can I let her be a safe woman!?"

Chapter 468

When Wei Wushuang left the palace, he saw Jia Pingan talking to someone nearby.

"...Those people say that poetry is talent, but painting is ignorant. You know me, Mr. Li. I hate evil like an enemy, so I immediately wrote a poem to scold them."

Is this little thief with a righteous face?

Wei Wushuang...

"Then what do you mean by talent?" Uncle Li was very angry. "It was your words that attracted those people to say that you belittled poetry and prose, which made this old man restless. There are not many new questions when I look back. Old man... Uncle Li is very angry!"

Very serious consequences!

Jia Ping'an laughed and said, "Don't worry, Taishi Ling, this matter is on me, hey! My wife is here."

The corner of Wei Wushuang's mouth twitched, his feet were slowly rubbing, and he wanted to kick someone.

Li Chunfeng glanced at Wei Wushuang, and Jia Ping'an's heart moved, "Tai Shiling sees how my wife looks?"

Li Chunfeng muttered: "What do you think of the old man with his head down? Talk, what do you think is the best?"

Hey!

Jia Pingan felt a little regretful, "I... I think there are two types. One is poetry, painting, etc. These are talents, no matter whether they are good or bad."

Good or bad?

Li Chunfeng felt that this guy was a deviant, "The Great Tang regards poetry as its talent, so you don't care whether it's good or bad?"

"The second category is practical talents." Jia Pingan said seriously: "For example, the Taishi made you capable, this is the second category. For example, the prime ministers' ability to handle political affairs is also the second category. Besides, But all talents that can be used belong to the second category."

"These words... have some meaning." Uncle Li was elated by his coaxing, "Go see your wife."

He walked back slowly with his hands behind his back, and suddenly froze, "In this way, aren't poems... useless?"

……

Poetry and prose in prosperous times is an art form, and poetry and prose in troubled times is not as good as a bowl of wheat rice.

"Unparalleled."

The daughter-in-law's pretty face is slightly cold, this is...

"They said you wrote poetry?"

"Yes!"

Jia Ping'an's attitude was as casual as if he had just returned from drinking with a group of people.

"That's the clan."

Wei Wushuang felt that Jia Ping'an was like a runaway wild horse, and disappeared as soon as he let go.

"The clan is the clan, let's convince people with reason."