Traveling through Du He, Li Chengqian's rebellion begins

The price of the best farmland around Chang'an was 40 strings of cash per mu, and the price of 4000 mu of good farmland was as high as strings of cash.

By doing Princess Gaoyang a small favor, he would receive a reward of 9000 strings of cash and make Fang Xuanling owe him a favor. This was a sure-win deal.

When Gao Yang saw Du He's mercenary face, his heart was filled with contempt.

She was really blind to fall for a villain like Du He.

Gao Yang bit his lower lip, suppressed his anger and said, "Duke Hanguo, you have to get Fang Yiai back within half a month, otherwise my belly can't wait!"

Now that her child has not been born yet, she can still go and see the Duke of Liang.

Once the child is born, she will not be able to explain to Fang Yiai, nor will she be able to explain to Duke Liang and her father. She will not be able to clear herself even if she jumps into the Yellow River.

Du He smiled and said, "Princess Gao Yang, I will take action when the money is in place."

"you..."

Gao Yangqi's hands were shaking.

She said with a dark face: "Duke Hanguo, I will have someone take the money and land deeds to Princess Chengyang's mansion now!"

"After you receive the money and the land deed, you must help me get this done today!"

Gao Yang originally wanted to ridicule Du He, but he was afraid that he would get angry and then demand too much.

In desperation, she could only bow to Du He temporarily.

Du He stood up and said, "No problem, I will help you whenever you give me the things."

After saying that, Du He didn't stay here for long, but walked out of the lobby with his fists clasped.

"and many more!"

Gao Yang suddenly called Du He.

She said unhappily, "Mr. Han, now that you are here, please sit down and have a cup of tea."

"Besides, I have given you so much money, can't you leave a poem behind before you go?"

Although Du He has a bad character and is a materialistic villain, his talent is unquestionable.

Every poem he wrote at that time became a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

If Du He could write a poem for her, even if it was not as famous as the poem "The Goddess of Luo River" describing Zhen Ji, she would definitely leave a good name.

Du He glanced at Gao Yang and said, "You can write poetry, but... it costs money."

Originally, when Gao Yang heard Du He's previous words, a faint smile appeared on her face.

But after hearing Du He's next words, she was immediately furious.

Gao Yang screamed, "What! More money?"

"Hasn't this palace master already given you 5000 strings of cash and a hundred acres of good farmland?"

"I just asked you to write a poem, but you want to charge extra money?"

"Can you please stop throwing money into your eyes?"

She's really going crazy.

She was a great beauty, and she refused to write poems for other scholars even when they asked her to do so. But Du He, on the other hand, even demanded extra money before she was willing to write poems for her.

Du He said seriously, "Princess Gaoyang, let's be honest. The money I paid was to help you transfer Fang Yiai back to Chang'an."

"Writing a poem for you is another price."

"Besides, His Majesty will give me a hundred gold coins as a reward if I write a poem."

"I am charged for writing poems. This is my professional ethics. I cannot destroy it just because of you."

Hearing Du He's shameless words, Gao Yang's face showed deep contempt.

The title of "The Immortal Poet of the Tang Dynasty" is really a disgrace to these four words.

The great Tang poet in her mind is elegant, handsome, unrestrained, free and easy, and he also regards money as dirt.

Apart from being elegant and handsome, Du He has nothing to do with other qualities.

Moreover, he is so materialistic that he does not even deserve to be called a scholar.

Seeing Gao Yang didn't say anything, Du He raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still want to write poetry? If you don't need me to write poetry, I'll leave."

"Wait!" Gao Yang shouted. She frowned and said, "How much money do you want to charge for writing a poem tailor-made for me?"

Du He smiled and said, "Your Highness, I know you so well, I definitely can't charge you more money."

"I'll give you a friendly price of 1000 kan."

As Du He finished speaking, the hall fell into silence.

Gao Yang's face turned blue and black, and even her hands were clenched into fists, which showed how angry she was inside.

Seeing that Du He was about to turn around and leave, Gao Yang spoke in a negotiating tone.

"Du He, can you take a little less?"

"can."

"Really? How much less?"

"How about 10 guan less?"

"you..."

Gao Yang pointed at Du He's hand, shaking with anger.

She didn't want to continue to be bullied by Du He, so she gritted her teeth and said, "990 strings of cash is fine, but the poem you wrote must satisfy me."

"If you just give me a random poem to fool me, I won't give you any money!"

Du He smiled and nodded.

He lowered his head and thought for a long time, and a poem that required a few slight changes to the words suddenly came to his mind.

Du He's lips curled up slightly, and then he smiled and said, "Your Highness, the poem I wrote for you is called "Presented to Gao Yang"."

Hearing the name of the poem, Gao Yang nodded with a relaxed expression.

But the poem that Du He recited next made her face change drastically.

"Princess Gaoyang is not a human being."

Before she could start to attack, Du He had already recited his second poem.

"The Ninth Heaven Fairy has descended to the mortal world."

Hearing this poem, Gao Yang's face was filled with a happy smile.

Just when she was feeling happy, Du He's next line of poetry made her blood pressure soar again.

"Raise a son who will become a thief."

She is now nine months pregnant and will give birth soon. Isn't Du He's poem a curse on the baby in her belly?

Gao Yang raised her eyebrows and was about to yell at Du He, but the next line of the poem made her happy again.

"I stole peaches to offer to my mother."

Du He changed the first four words of the first sentence of the poem "Woman" by Ming Dynasty poet Tang Bohu, making it exclusive to Gao Yang.

He said to Gao Yang, "Princess Gao Yang, are you satisfied with this poem?"

Gao Yang said with a smile on her face: "This princess is very satisfied! I will have my servants deliver the 6000 strings of cash and the land deed later!"

This poem touched her heart completely, so she did not save the 10 strings of cash.

"That's good."

After Du He finished speaking, he clasped his fists, bowed, and left quickly.

After Gao Yang saw Du He's figure disappear in the front yard, she continued to give orders to Taozi.

"Taozi, tell Wang Jialing to prepare 6000 strings of silver and a hundred acres of land deeds, and take them to Princess Chengyang's mansion immediately!"

"Okay." Taozi nodded and then ran away quickly.

Gao Yang walked to the desk, picked up a pen and ink and copied down the poem written by Du He.

The more she looked, the happier she felt.

...

in the afternoon.

Du He was in the office of the Ministry of Industry, busy writing the battle plan for the Western Regions and Indian countries.

Just then, someone from Princess Chengyang's mansion came to him and said that Princess Gaoyang had sent the silver and the land deed over.

Du He did not hesitate and immediately went to the East Palace and spoke to Li Chengqian.

"Your Highness, the Prince of Wei has been driven away to Japan. I suggest you go to His Majesty and ask for Fang Yiai to be transferred back to Chang'an to serve."

Li Chengqian raised his eyebrows: "Du He, do you want to win over Duke Liang?"

"That's right!"

"Okay, I'll go find my father right away."

After Li Chengqian finished speaking, he chatted with Du He for a while, then strode out of the East Palace.