Traveling through the emperor, overthrowing the empress dowager at the beginning

The Han Dynasty before Dayu conquered the Western Regions.

This belly dance obviously came from the Western Regions. Although it is not as unrestrained as that of later generations, the enchanting posture and sexy trembling are extremely tempting and enough to make one's nose bleed.

After all, Ye Chen had seen the world and was relatively calm.

But Shen Qiu beside him was obviously not so calm, even his breathing became a little faster, and his originally frosty face quickly became ugly.

"Shameless! Dirty!"

Shen Qiu gritted his teeth secretly, and seeing Ye Chen staring at him without blinking, he couldn't help but spit inwardly.

There is nothing good about men!

And accompanied by hot belly dance.

The atmosphere also became a little heated.

There was constant cheering and applause from the audience.

But immediately afterwards, many maids in simple and elegant clothes came out from behind the curtains.

Each maid held a plate in her hand, on which were placed writing brushes, inkstones, and brocade.

"Dear guests, please leave your calligraphy. If your calligraphy is appreciated by the courtesan on the pleasure boat, you will be able to have a private chat with her!"

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant sound, like pearls falling on a plate, came from behind the curtains.

Ye Chen's vision was blocked by the curtains, and he could not see the figure of the person who was speaking.

"Haha, wonderful, wonderful, I've been waiting for this moment!"

"Among the several pleasure boats along the river, only the courtesan on the Lanmei Boat is the most beautiful, especially her eyebrows. I once saw her from afar and was stunned by her beauty!"

"Humph, Miss Huamei's virginity must belong to me!"

"Writing poetry is my forte!"

"I was inspired by watching a dance, and I just happened to have a shocking article about women, so I'll write it right away!"

The atmosphere was almost frenetic.

For a moment, the guests on the pleasure boat were all picking up their pens and grinding ink.

Ye Chen looked at the white paper in front of him and the maid holding the tray. He said gently, "I am a friend of Miss Qin from the Jing'an Marquis Mansion. I want to meet Mr. Murong, the boss of your pleasure boat."

"Sir, I will pass on your message, but my boss is very busy today. Even if you are my boss's friend and want to see her today, I'm afraid you will have to wait until very late."

The maid replied softly.

Hearing this, Ye Chen frowned slightly. He didn't want to just wait.

Although he is not in charge of the government yet and does not need to deal with too many government affairs, it is still risky outside the palace. If the censors find out, they may even submit memorials to bother him.

"Boss Murong will also read the calligraphy of these people, right? If my calligraphy is appreciated by Boss Murong, can I meet Boss Murong soon?"

Ye Chen suddenly asked.

Hearing this, the maid looked at Ye Chen in surprise, and then said obediently: "If the young master is really so talented, I think the boss will definitely give him a warm welcome."

"Oh, you are really good at talking."

Ye Chen looked at the maid in front of him and became more interested in Boss Murong.

The person who can train such a good maid must have great skills.

Ye Chen then picked up the pen.

"Qiu'er, grind ink for me!"

Ye Chen said casually.

Shen Qiu, who was standing by, glared at Ye Chen in dissatisfaction when she heard this. She was a member of the imperial guards, not a servant.

But no matter how dissatisfied she was, she still took the initiative to step forward and began to grind ink for Ye Chen, but she looked at Ye Chen who was holding the pen, feeling confused.

Is Ye Chen really going to write something?

Ye Chen just woke up from mental retardation not long ago. Can he write?

Shen Qiu was very skeptical, but he saw Ye Chen's focused expression, his pen-holding posture was meticulous, but his brows were deeply furrowed.

Seems to be thinking.

Shen Qiu looked at the maid who looked expectant again, and couldn't help but cough lightly, but he wanted to smooth things over for Ye Chen.

After all, she didn't really want to see Ye Chen make a fool of himself.

But just as she was about to speak, Ye Chen said, "Well, can I write anything?"

"Sir, poems, lyrics, or articles are all fine, but most of the people who come here are poets. Because of the tea party rules, you only have half an hour to leave your calligraphy."

The maid said.

"Oh."

There's a time limit on this.

Ye Chen looked around and saw that everyone present was writing furiously. It was obvious that these people came prepared.

If it were an ordinary poem, I'm afraid it might not be able to calm the situation.

"Ah."

Ye Chen finally put pen to paper.

The pen moves the dragon and the snake.

Three big words were written clearly.

Green Jade Case.

Shen Qiu, who was in charge of grinding ink for Ye Chen, was startled when he saw this.

What a wild word.

Although its shape is a bit sloppy, a sense of vigor and strength has already come through on the paper.

At this time, Ye Chen did not care about the abnormality of the people around him. He did not know that Dayu did not have the calligraphy style of cursive script yet.

He originally practiced calligraphy purely for fun, but now it has come in handy.

The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night.

The first sentence made Shen Qiu's eyes suddenly widen, and the hand holding the inkstone stiffened slightly.

The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages.

The maid holding the plate stared with wide eyes. As Lan Meifang's maid, she also knew some words. Just by looking at the words written by Ye Chen, she could feel a prosperous scene unfolding before her.

Singing and dancing, and a house full of luxurious cars, isn't that exactly the same as the situation at the Lanmeifang?

I searched for her everywhere.

Shen Qiu's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Okay, now that I'm done, I'll show it to Boss Murong. After she reads it, she'll definitely meet me."

Ye Chen blew on the ink on the paper and handed it to the maid who was shocked.

At this moment, he was full of confidence.

This poem by Xin Qiji is a well-known masterpiece among all the poems and lyrics about the Lantern Festival in later generations.

Ye Chen had always been particularly fond of this poem, especially the last sentence, which was so poetic.

After the maid left with the papers, Ye Chen sat upright.

"Qiu'er, pour me some tea."

".."

Shen Qiu looked at Ye Chen with a complicated look.

The emperor has become too smart, and that poem is really shocking.

Shen Qiu found that she was becoming increasingly unable to understand Ye Chen.

"Master, did you really write that lyric?"

Shen Qiu asked as he poured tea.

She still found it hard to believe, even though she had seen it with her own eyes. After all, the emperor who had mental problems before had now become a poet. The contrast was too great.

"Haha, this was written by an old man in my dream. What do you think?"

Ye Chen chuckled and deliberately moved closer to Shen Qiu, saying, "I've dreamt of many poems, Qiu'er, if you want to hear them, just serve me well. There are plenty of poems."

Shen Qiu frowned slightly. Ye Chen's sudden change of expression made her feel quite uncomfortable.

The image of Ye Chen as a literary giant that she had just established in her mind disappeared in an instant.