As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

"When we serve in the same court in the future, I hope you will support me!"

"Does this grandson have a grudge against me?"

Chen Zhian frowned slightly: "Everyone in the world knows about my second brother and Zhu Wan'er's affairs, but he chose to recommend me to be an angel. His heart should be killed and his body should be destroyed!"

"That guy really has bad intentions!"

Zhuang Mo nodded and asked with a half-smile, "What are you going to do?"

"If you want me to die, I have to die!"

Chen Zhian said with a smile: "Your Highness the Crown Prince has spoken, I have no choice but to accept it!

After all, my Chenliu Marquis’s mansion is full of useless people.

I, Chen Zhian, just want to give up this face!

I will definitely do my best for His Highness!"

Zhuang Mo looked at Chen Zhian without saying a word.

long silence.

He said, "I can push this job off for you. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will probably give me some favor.

With your attainments in poetry.

No one in the world can match it!

It would be a pity if he died like this!"

"Thank you so much!"

The corners of Chen Zhian's mouth twitched slightly. This old man's mouth stinks?

Filling Zhuang Mo's glass with wine, he said disapprovingly, "The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. You can hide for a while but not forever.

Brother Zhuang, please really have mercy on me.

In the future, when I am with you, I will be your beautiful sister.

Just don't block my door!"

"Since you are not afraid of death, then I have nothing to say!"

Zhuang Mo drank the wine in his cup, stood up and said, "If you regret it, you can come to the Imperial College to see me before leaving Beijing."

Chen Zhian felt a little warm in his heart.

When Zhuang Mo was about to step out of the door, he said, "Wait!"

"how,

Are you regretting it so soon?"

Zhuang Mo turned around and said.

“I feel something in my heart!”

Chen Zhian smiled.

Zhuang Mo immediately slid down and sat down, shouting, "Pen, paper."

Chen Zhian paced in the attic.

He raised his sword and said slowly: "The Zhao guest has a long Hu tassel, and the Wu hook is bright with frost and snow.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

After the work is done, I will leave, hiding my body and name...

As his calm voice rang out, one could hear a pin drop in the Deer Pavilion, with only the sound of Zhuang Mo's brush brush brushing across the rice paper.

Like a swordsman.

Sword marks are falling in the void.

Zhu Luer held her breath and stared at Chen Zhian who was pacing with his hands behind his back.

In a trance.

She seemed to see a wild swordsman between heaven and earth.

He was walking towards her leisurely with a sword in hand.

Wherever you go.

Heads fell one after another, splashing cold plum blossoms.

The swordsman did not look back.

He wiped the blood off the sword with his sleeve.

Walking away alone.

She wanted to chase after the swordsman.

Take a step and stop!

But I heard a sigh coming from a distance.

Who can write to Your Excellency?

Whitehead...

Taixuan Sutra!"

"Who can write for you, the Taixuan Sutra?"

Zhuang Mo stopped writing.

He looked up at Chen Zhian who had already gone far away.

He sighed and said, “I misjudged you after all!

Someone who can write such poetry.

How could you be so panicked by an imperial edict?"

......

“Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

"When the work is done, I will leave, hiding my identity and name!"

On the upper floor of Luobao Tower.

Liu Qi looked at the crowds of people surging in the Dengke Building.

Listening to the noisy sounds around me.

He turned around and looked at Chen Zhian, who looked guilty.

I couldn't help but sigh.

The boss is for the brothel.

It really takes a lot of effort!

If he had given up business and devoted himself to the literary world, he would probably have become another literary leader after Zhuangzi.

Just opening his mouth and spitting out half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

Such amazing poetic talent.

Beautiful poems in the belly.

But it can only be sung in this brothel!

"Boss, the location of the Langya branch of Qinglou has been decided.

On the ninth day of September, the Langya branch opened for business.

Wait until the boss comes.

I will personally prepare the bed for you!"

......

The palace’s order.

A little later than expected!

After receiving the news from Zhuang Mo, Chen Zhian returned to Chenliu Marquis Mansion.

Waiting and waiting at home.

But no decree was issued.

Finally, it seems that September 9th is only two months away.

The decree came late.

The eunuch with a sad face who delivered the imperial eunuch's orders.

The decree was read almost while he was kneeling.

no way.

His legs were broken.

There were many dignitaries in the court who originally had no good feelings towards Chen Zhian or Chenliu Hou.