My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

Zhang Jiazhen now began to regret, and even began to wonder if coming here today was a mistake.

Yuan Qianyao smiled at this time and said, "Madam Gu, don't be angry. Prime Minister Zhang just didn't see the poem and is a little angry. Maybe if you show him the poem, he won't be so angry anymore."

When Madam Gongsun saw this, she was a little stunned compared to her heroic appearance on the stage just now. Holding the poem board in her hand, she wanted to give it to Zhang Jiazhen, but she still asked Gu Li:

"Madam Gu, would you like to show the poem to Prime Minister Zhang as well?"

"No need for that. Prime Minister Zhang is the most talented person in the entire Tang Dynasty. He would naturally look down upon the poems of my Chang Lang." Gu Li pushed Madam Gongsun's poetry board and said.

Chang An smiled and squeezed Gu Li's hand, saying, "Okay, okay, don't be angry. We are still outside."

Then he said to Gongsun Da Niang: "This poem is written for you, Gongsun Da Niang. It is yours. It is up to you to show it to whomever you want. You don't need to ask us."

Even so, Madam Gongsun still shook her head and said, "Forget it. Madam Gu is already unhappy just now. Let's just leave it at that."

"Madam Gongsun, you can make the decision yourself." Chang An nodded, then took Gu Li's hand, shook it gently, and whispered, "Okay, let's not be angry anymore. Don't get angry and get pregnant."

Gu Li took two deep breaths, then picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, still somewhat angrily saying: "I just can't stand him. Why does he act like a prime minister every day? He looks down on everyone."

Chang An smiled and whispered in relief, "My mother Gu is great. She protects me now. She's improved a bit compared to yesterday."

Gu Li was still a little unhappy and snorted softly. Chang An had no choice but to open the cake box and feed her a piece. Then he said, "Don't be angry, Gu Niang. Don't ruin your mood for watching the play. When you go back, Gu Niang will tell me what the play said."

"Yeah." Gu Li nodded and calmed himself down.

At this time, Chang An calmed down, and then he heard various voices coming from behind:

"Why is Prime Minister Zhang like this..."

"I brought this upon myself, and now you're complaining like this without even reading my poem..."

"I heard that the Marquis' wife is usually very gentle. I don't know what Prime Minister Zhang did wrong to cause the Marquis' wife to target him like this..."

"That's right..."

These people are all talented scholars who love elegance and refinement. They judge people by their talents. As the saying goes, prime ministers come and go, but marquis remains. It is better for them to support Chang An than Zhang Jiazhen.

Chang An listened to the whispers, just smiled, and continued drinking tea.

At this time, Yuan Qianyao held his chin, as if he was still not satisfied, and recited the poem written by Chang An. The volume was just right for Zhang Jiazhen to hear, and it was obvious that this was done on purpose.

After reading it, Yuan Qianyao couldn't help but sigh twice, and then said: "It is indeed a good poem. First it was Gongsun Jianwu, and then it was Chang Jun's poem. Today's Zuiyun Tower is destined to have such great fortune."

"Thank you, Master Yuan." Chang An could see Yuan Qianyao's ulterior motives, but he had to agree. After all, it was to piss off Zhang Jiazhen. The more piss he got off, the better. He didn't lose, but I made a lot of money.

Zhang Jiazhen was so angry that his teeth itched. He had heard some of what the people behind him said just now. For the sake of face, he wanted to stand up and scold them, but if he did so, he would probably be scolded by Chang An and his wife.

This way, you will lose face even more. It is better to lose a little face than to be scolded by others on the spot and lose face.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and planned to watch the show. However, at this time, a waiter came up to Zhang Jiazhen and whispered a few words.

Chang An and Yuan Qianyao both looked over curiously. Although they didn't know what the waiter said to him, when they saw Zhang Jiazhen's face, which was as colorful as a palette, they guessed that he didn't say anything good.

Then, Zhang Jiazhen said something in a low voice with an unhappy look on his face, and the waiter looked embarrassed. Others might not be able to hear it clearly, but Chang An, whose hearing was "slightly" better than others, could hear it:

"Is this what the shopkeeper wants? I am your guest, why should I leave? Call your shopkeeper here and let him talk to me!"

Chang An raised his eyebrows, and he had already vaguely guessed what was going on. Yuan Qianyao could see that Chang An's face seemed to be a little happy, so he asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong, little friend Chang? Why are you so happy?"

Chang An secretly glanced at Zhang Jiazhen, then replied in a low voice: "It seems that the shopkeeper has sent someone to order Zhang Jiazhen to leave."

Yuan Qianyao was stunned for a moment and said, "Did you hear all this?"

Chang An nodded, and Yuan Qianyao smiled and said, "It's good to be young. Your ears are better than mine, an old guy."

Gu Li watched Chang An and Yuan Qianyao talking secretly, and then pulled Chang An's hand curiously. A pair of curious big eyes looked at Chang An, as if he also wanted to know what he was talking about.

Chang An knew what happened at a glance, so he repeated what he had just said to Yuan Qianyao. After Gu Li heard it, there was a burst of surprise in his eyes, and he asked with his mouth: "Really?"

Chang An nodded, and then a waiter came to change the tea. He was stunned for a moment, then looked up and found that all the guests in Zuiyunlou had their tea changed.

Afterwards, he heard the sound of someone coming down the stairs again, and like all the other guests, he turned his eyes to the stairs - sure enough, the owner of Zuiyunlou came down.

Under everyone's gaze, he came in front of Zhang Jiazhen and said in a neither humble nor arrogant voice: "Prime Minister Zhang, the seats in Zuiyun Tower are full today. Please find another time to come back."

When Chang An heard this, he was immediately happy. He didn't know whether the shopkeeper did it intentionally or unintentionally, but this reason was really bullying.

Zhang Jiazhen tightly grasped the handle of his chair and said, "I have never heard that Zuiyunlou has the rule of kicking out distinguished guests."

The shopkeeper replied calmly, "It's just that you, Prime Minister Zhang, have never heard of it. Besides, the only distinguished guest of Zuiyunlou is Marquis Dingkang, not you, Prime Minister Zhang."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the guests' attention shifted to Chang An, and even Chang An was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Jiazhen was a little upset and asked, "He is your distinguished guest? Him?"

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "Indeed, it's him. Marquis Dingkang was a frequent visitor to my Zuiyunlou before. Now that he has been promoted to marquis, he has brought in more business to our shop."

"In this case, are you not considered an honored guest? Besides, you have already angered Marquis Dingkang and his wife many times today. You have already offended them. If I don't give them an explanation, it would be my poor hospitality."

At this time, Gu Li pulled Chang An's hand again and asked in a low voice: "Did Chang Lang come here often before?"

"Of course not," Chang An quickly shook his head, and then whispered, "It's obvious that the shopkeeper is looking for a way out. Let's cooperate."

Only then did Gu Li nod, believing it without a doubt.

Then the shopkeeper said, "So Prime Minister Zhang, please leave."

Zhang Jiazhen's face was very bad. He shook his sleeves and stood up to leave. But he had only taken two steps when the shopkeeper suddenly called him back:

"Prime Minister Zhang!"

"What's the matter?" Zhang Jiazhen turned around and looked at the other person coldly.

"I forgot to tell you that the guests kicked out of Zuiyunlou cannot come back a second time." The shopkeeper said, "So Prime Minister Zhang, please don't make this trip again in the future."

Prime Minister Zhang narrowed his eyes slightly, his anger about to overflow, he snorted coldly, and walked away.

After watching Zhang Jiazhen leave, the shopkeeper turned around and said to the guests, "I'm sorry for letting you see such a bad thing. As an apology, I will buy you all the new tea."

"Thank you, shopkeeper." All the guests smiled and bowed to the shopkeeper.

Then he came to Chang An and Gu Li and said, "I would like to apologize to you two today. I will pay for the expenses of Marquis Dingkang and his wife today. Please don't be angry."

Chang An smiled awkwardly and nodded slightly, and the shopkeeper left directly. Then little Du Fu came up to Gu Li and asked curiously in a low voice: "Madam Gu, is Mr. Chang so prestigious in Zuiyun Tower?"

Gu Li thought about what Chang An had just said, shook his head slightly, and replied: "Of course not, I guess the shopkeeper wanted to drive away Prime Minister Zhang, so he used Chang Lang as an excuse."

Little Du Fu looked at Gu Li, then turned his head to look at Chang An, and nodded slightly, indicating that he accepted this statement.

Then the show started, and Chang An still couldn't understand what was being sung on stage. It wouldn't be a problem for him to listen to people talking nowadays, but he really couldn't understand this show.

Seeing Chang An's confused and bored look, Gu Li said softly: "It's okay, Chang Lang, I've written it down and will tell you when I get back."

Chang An nodded, and then a maid brought two bowls of tea and placed them in front of Chang An and Gu Li. Then she replaced the tea with new one and left again.

But there was a piece of paper stuffed under Chang An's bowl. Chang An picked up the tea bowl, pulled out the paper, and read what was on it -

I did not intend to offend Marquis Dingkang today, but I saw that the Marquis and his wife disliked Prime Minister Zhang and repeatedly caused trouble. So I took the initiative to drive Prime Minister Zhang out. I hope the Marquis will forgive me.

After reading the letter, Chang An smiled, put the paper away, and continued listening to the play which he did not understand.