I was a beauty blogger in ancient times

The business of Zhaoji Teahouse is very good, and most elegant people like to come here. There is a wall of poems in the teahouse, and some literati wrote inscriptions on the wall. Zhaoji Teahouse keeps it for free for one month. If you want to keep it every month, You need to pay 1 tael of silver every month.

This seems extremely expensive, but after many people wrote poems on this poem wall, they were favored by the court and became officials in the court, so there were only a lot of people who came here to write inscriptions.

In addition to the poem wall, Zhaoji Tea House also said that a tea customer costs 10 Wen, and there is a pot of tea on the table to drink casually. If you want other tea or refreshments, you can order another one. Basically, you have paid the money. You can listen to books just by sitting down, so many ordinary people also come here, bustling and lively.

Jin Bao led Zhao Yiqing into the teahouse, and said, "Master, do you want to go to the private room where you usually stay? The shopkeeper will keep it for you."

"No." Zhao Yiqing waved his hand. He has been in ancient times for so long, and it's hard for him to go out. Naturally, he wanted to feel the excitement. He said to Jinbao, "Find me a place with a wide view and a place where I can hear storytelling clearly."

Jin Bao responded, and went to find the shopkeeper, but Zhao Cai was impatient, pulled Zhao Yiqing's sleeve, and said anxiously: "Master, this hall is noisy, follow me upstairs."

"No." Zhao Yiqing waved his hands, found a seat at random, and sat down.

He was going out happily today, but first he was scolded by someone he didn't know, and then he was nagged at by Zhao Cai, who seemed to be afraid that something would happen to him, which made Zhao Yiqing feel irritable.

Looking at him like this, Zhao Cai didn't dare to say anything, and could only follow behind silently. Zhao Yiqing became thirsty for a while, grabbed the teapot on the table and drank several mouthfuls, scaring Zhao Cai and hurriedly Take the teapot.

Jin Bao also came over with the good tea that he specially went to the shopkeeper to make, and happened to see Zhao Yiqing drinking tea, so he ran over in a hurry, put the teapot down, and began to pat Zhao Yiqing on the back.

"Master, master, are you all right?"

Zhao Yiqing coughed for a while, not because he was weak, but because he choked on the fright of Zhaocaijinbao.After finally recovering, Zhao Yiqing supported his forehead, and said, "Fortune and treasure, I'm not a porcelain jar, I'll break if I touch it, can you please stop being so smug, it's scary."

Zhaocai also found out that Zhao Yiqing's cough was because of them, and he pursed his mouth and did not speak. Jin Bao explained: "Young Master fell into the water and woke up a lot different from before. In the past, Young Master only drank Junshan Yinzhen, and the other teas made me feel nauseous after a sip. Retching, the young master is much better now, I am not used to Zhaocai anymore."

Well, Zhao Buran used to be really delicate.

Zhao Yiqing had no choice but to say: "This is not allowed in the future."

At this time, there was a commotion at the door of Zhaoji Teahouse, and several scholars who looked like scholars walked towards the poem wall with pens.Seeing Zhao Cai hurriedly stand in front of Zhao Yiqing, hiding Zhao Yiqing's figure.

"Zhaocai, what are you doing?" Zhao Yiqing was puzzled.

"Master, these people are not good people, so don't pay attention to them." Zhao Cai's expression was angry.

Zhao Yiqing was at a loss, and didn't ask any questions and dared not say anything.

Seeing this, Jin Bao explained again: "These are the young master's classmates, they are all sons of merchants, and usually like to hold on to those officials' children, the young master can't hang out with them, the relationship is not good."

"Jinbao, you are really the young master's caring little padded jacket." Zhao Yiqing sighed while touching Jinbao's head.

At this time, Zhaocai answered the conversation again, and he said: "These people are not capable, they are not as knowledgeable as the young master, they are not as good-looking as the young master, and their family is not as rich as our Zhao family, and they are jealous that the young master recruits girls from private schools to like him. shameless."

In Daxuan, women can also study in private schools, but they are divided into two classes with men, but they go to and from school and take the usual exams together.

While they were talking, there was a sudden burst of laughter from the poem wall: "Hahahahahahaha, what kind of poem did that sick young man write in a sissy way? He lifted Qingfeng four catties and three feet, and collected the remaining six states in the south. Only Zhao Yiqing's body still thinks about it." Going to fight, I laughed so hard, before the few of us talked to him a few harsh words and he fainted, if we went to fight, I’m afraid he would die just after riding a horse!”

Zhao Yiqing looked up, the person who was speaking was wearing a blue robe, looking at Fengya tightly, but the words that came out of his mouth were not at all Fengya

relationship.

"Who is that?" Zhao Yiqing's face turned cold, his normally worried eyes instantly turned dark, a little chilling.

"Ji's Saburo, Ji Maocheng." Jin Bao didn't have his usual smile.

Zhao Yiqing smiled lightly, carrying the teapot on the table as Ji Maocheng walked, Ji Maocheng was still laughing in front of the poem wall, Zhao Yiqing dropped the teapot directly on his head, with a bang, the whole teahouse fell silent, scared Even Mr. Storyteller stopped talking.

Zhao Yiqing's whole movement was done in one go, Zhaocaijinbao didn't react to stop him, even Ji Maocheng was stunned, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"I watched as Brother Ji hadn't rinsed his mouth since he was born, serving a pot of tea for Brother Ji, so as to save everyone." Zhao Yiqing said.

Only then did Ji Maocheng react, and he said angrily, "What did you say!"

"Say your mouth stinks." Zhao Yiqing looked at Ji Maocheng who was smashed by him, curled his lips, and lamented that his body was so small that he didn't open a spoon for this **** thing.

"You're looking for death!" Ji Maocheng was furious, and rushed forward to beat Zhao Yiqing, Zhao Cai stood in front of Zhao Yiqing, Jin Bao hurriedly went to pull people, and other people dressed as scholars also moved their hands, the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

Zhao Yiqing was afraid that Zhaocai would be hurt, so he hurriedly protected him. He was hit several times, and his arm was suddenly bruised. Zhaocai's eyes turned red when he saw Qi, until Ji Maocheng picked up a teapot and threw it at Zhao Yiqing.

Zhaocai didn't know what to do, he broke free from the group of people, and kicked Ji Maocheng who was holding the teapot a few meters away, and Ji Maocheng didn't get up for a long time.Jin Bao also reversed his slump, twisting the arm of the striker and kicking him to the crook of his leg, he knocked him down to the ground in a daze, within a few rounds, the striker was beaten to the ground by Zhaocai Jinbao. Falling to the ground, whoop whoop yelled.

Zhao Yiqing was stunned by this operation, until Zhaocai Jinbao knelt down in front of Zhao Yiqing with a plop, Zhaocai's eyes were red and he said: "Madam told me not to use force when there is no crisis. Grace, it's inconvenient to start a conflict, so I didn't make a move, and let the young master be wronged!" After finishing speaking, he gave a heavy kowtow, and Zhao Yiqing was so scared that he quickly pulled the two of them up.

Seeing that the fighting here had ceased, the shopkeeper ran over in a hurry, cupped his hands at Zhao Yiqing, and said, "Master, are you all right, the little one has sent someone to notify the hospital, and the doctor will be here soon."

"Shopkeeper Liu." Jin Bao snorted coldly, and said, "The wall of poetry is for people to be rewarded for their ambitions, not for people to play around at will. Next time something like this happens, you, the shopkeeper, can be replaced."

"Yes, yes." Shopkeeper Liu broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Zhao Yiqing was still in a daze, protected by Zhao Cai Jin Bao, no one saw a person who was lying on the ground get up and run out quickly.

Waiting for the man to run away, Ji Maocheng stood up staggeringly, and the people around him also stood up to support him, and he was beaten severely, but Ji Maocheng's arrogance was still arrogant, pointing at Zhao Yiqing and said: "You have the ability, you wait! "

This made Zhao Yiqing laugh. He folded his arms and sat down on the table next to him, raised his legs and said, "Sure, I'll wait here today to see what kind of moth you can do."

In front of the entire poem wall, Ji Maocheng and Zhao Yiqing divided into two positions, each standing on one side. The people who were around before were far away, but they were still looking at this side. After all, this is much more exciting than what the storyteller said.

Most of the people around were whispering and buzzing around, but it had no effect on Zhao Yiqing. Ji Maocheng and his group were a little nervous, and they inevitably blushed and shrank their heads.

Seeing this, Zhao Yiqing sneered, and his arrogance seemed even more arrogant than Ji Maocheng.Suddenly, the crowd fell silent, and the people spontaneously moved out of the way. When Ji Maocheng saw it, he straightened his back and laughed at Zhao Yiqing: "Zhao Yiqing, the person you are waiting for is coming." If there is something to say, Zhao Yiqing sounds like he can't explain it. In short, it's just that he doesn't like it no matter how he listens.

As soon as Ji Maocheng finished speaking, the sound of heavy footsteps came from the crowd, one after another, maybe the people around were too quiet, Zhao Yiqing always felt that the footsteps had stepped into his heart, and his heart was a little tingly, stuffy It's a little uncomfortable.He lowered his head and covered his chest, and Zhaocai Jinbao hurriedly rubbed and patted him.

"Zhao Yiqing." A deep voice came, and Zhao Yiqing looked up, and it was the man who said something to him on the street.

He was not the same as when he was on the street, his eyes were cold and his thin lips were drawn into a straight line. He said coldly, "How much more trouble will you cause me?"

"I..." Zhao Yiqing felt dizzy as soon as he said a word, and suddenly fell forward, throwing himself straight into the arms of the man.He only remembered that he smelled a cold fragrance in a trance, then lost consciousness and didn't know anything.