A thousand mountains of wind and snow

Contemptuous of others? "

Zhao Shu raised his eyebrows, "My lord, I am asking this brother for help, why are you talking about being contemptible?" Then he smiled at Wen Jiang, "My brother, you just reached out your hand just now, so you agreed ?”

Yu Qian wanted to stop him, but those noble sons who were watching the theater were already impatient, "Master Yu's drunken pavilion is a place for fun, why did Sir Yu manage to come here?"

Here are the most prominent sons and brothers in Ningdu, all of them are lawless like spoiled eyeballs, and I don't know how many things have pissed off these unreasonable guys.

It was Wen Jiang who resolved the deadlock, "It's just a glass of wine, it's okay, thank you sir."

Wen Jiang reached out to take the wine in Zhao Shu's hand, frowned, and was about to drink it, but he didn't want the young man to quickly pass through his hand, raised his head, and poured the wine in the jug into his mouth, it really looked like a good wine .

The wine in Wen Jiang's mouth was like magma, and he swallowed it with difficulty, and immediately felt as uncomfortable as a fire.

Wen Jiang felt terrible pain in his throat, put the wine glass into Zhao Shu's hand, and the young man said heartily, "Thank you!"

It's just a group of people who are making a lot of noise and don't know who to harm.

Yu Qian regretted it, he should have come earlier, this warm ginger is a sick child, after taking a sip of strong alcohol, his face turned pale immediately.

Drunk, Luo Qi saw him like this and quickly poured hot tea for him.

"Why are you drinking?"

"It's because I came late that Shen Zhi met those dudes."

"It's fine if I'm a drunken man! And come here to belittle others! It's really annoying!"

Wen Jiang frowned, Luo Qi still had the same temper, "I'm fine...cough cough...at the feet of the Son of Heaven, please speak carefully."

At the same time, these dandies have long forgotten what happened just now. If they have no power or power, maybe there are a few good-looking men who will go up to find trouble, but his appearance as cold as snow, this Yu Qianyu appeared out of nowhere in front of his lord, so he was not the kind to play with.

Seeing that Zhao Shu was holding the plain hairband in his palm, Zheng Lin seemed to have some pattern embroidered on it, but he couldn't see it clearly under the light, so he said, "Your hairband still has gold on it. , it’s not a vulgar thing, and it’s not a loss to others.”

Zhao Shu raised his head and took another sip of his wine, "But it's my fault, so it's clear that he's plotting against me?"

"Isn't it because you have nothing to do and have some fun? Why don't I arrange a few young men to make amends for you? Although it's not as good-looking as the one just now, it's definitely top-notch!"

Zhao Shu smiled and kicked him, "Fuck you!"

These people fell into the land of tenderness, Zhao Shu poured himself a drink and threw those arrows in the room where he played, even with his eyes closed, he threw them into the small jug.

There are singing and dancing in the drunken pavilion, and in the alley below the drunken pavilion, a few people with facial expressions are rubbing their hands and wanting to do something wrong to a ragged girl. The girl is struggling desperately, and she can feel those dirty hands. Touching her body, tears flowed down helplessly from the corners of her eyes, thinking that there are countless dignitaries here but no one can save her, so she was about to bite her tongue and kill herself when suddenly her body lightened.

The arrows flew from nowhere and drove those gangsters away, and they were shouting not to hide in the dark and come out to discuss with the master, but a red cloud fell from the sky before they had time to react, and one of them flew out with a kick in the chest, This person has a dignified and extraordinary appearance, and his skills are outstanding. He might be a son or brother of some family. The few gangsters looked at each other and ran away hastily.

The girl was startled, and kowtowed in a daze, "It's late at night, let's go home early."

The girl wanted to ask him his name, who wanted to repay his kindness, but the young man in red disappeared.

After a night of hangover, Zhao Shu was very dizzy, stretched out his hands and rubbed his head, only to find that the plain hair tie was still wrapped around his hand, and he patted his head, "I forgot to ask for my name."

"Forgot what?"

Zhao Su stood in front of him at some point, and Zhao Shu's remorseful face changed into a smile again, "Brother, are you free today? Brother will take you to play together?"

Zhao Su has always loved his younger brother like an eyeball. Seeing his smiling face, he couldn't say anything serious, so he said helplessly, "There are people who are taller than me, and they have a family all day long." No reply! I don’t even know if you still have this family in your heart!”

"How could it be!" Zhao Shu put his brother's shoulder familiarly.

Zhao Su took a look at his slovenly appearance, "Who beat this?"

Zhao Shu scratched his loose hair, "Who dares to hit your brother and me! Why don't you send me to greet you?"

"You!" Zhao Su had nothing to do with this younger brother, "Did you forget that you were invited to the poetry meeting today?"

Zhao Shu got a headache when he heard this, "What's the point of talking about worrying about Fu Xinci? If you don't go, don't go! It's better to drink and enjoy yourself!"

"Didn't you say you wanted to meet that upstart a few days ago?"

Zhao Shu didn't remember the upstarts, but when Zhao Su mentioned it, he really remembered that he dozed off with his chin on his chin and listened to the lecture. In a daze, he heard a white-clothed scholar helping the governor of Yizhou to cure the flood. Your Majesty kissed him. He was named the young minister of Dali Temple, and he was in the limelight for a while, so he casually said that if he had the chance, he would meet the upstart, but he didn't expect his brother to take it seriously.

He dug the hole by himself, so he had to jump into it by himself. He was only two or three years older than him, and he was quite talented in helping the Yizhou government to control the flood.

Wherever Zhao Shu dared to go, he ran in through the main entrance, but he didn't want to be caught and scolded by his parents, so he climbed over the wall and entered the yard, fell asleep in his own room, and didn't reluctantly get up and change his clothes until the servant came. Go to that kind of poetry club.

"Young master, how much wine have you drunk?" Herring said helplessly.

"You still say! How did my brother find it?"

"Young master! Eldest young master has been looking for you in various play places since he was a child. After all these years, why do you need to ask us little ones?"

"Didn't you just pretend that I'm still there if you wear my clothes and sleep on my bed?"

"Young master, the young master of the National People's Congress is so easy to deceive!" Herring said with a depressed face.

"Forget it, when will this broken poem end?" Zhao Shu rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"This is done by Mr. Zhang..." Herring hesitated to speak, this Mr. Zhang is also the child of the eldest princess like his young master. But they were raised under the empress dowager's knees since childhood, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are siblings with His Majesty, Princess Huayang. The young master also made good friends with all the princes, which was highly valued.

"Well, I'll run over the wall later."

"Young master! You will be beaten to death!"

"My brother really hit you and still stand here? Hey! Forget it! At worst, just sit there and laugh with me. By the way, what's the name of that newly promoted Shaoqing?"

"Wen Jiang, be careful with the word."

"It's an interesting name. It's not contradictory to have the surname Wen and Jiang as well?"

"This little one doesn't know."

"Forget it, let him be hot and hot, he's so sleepy." Zhao Shu put his hand on his temple and dozed off in the carriage. The carriage was moving slower than climbing, and it was not too early Herring had no choice but to wake up his young master.

Zhao Shu was still dressed in the same gorgeous and eye-catching light gown with red arrow sleeves as last night, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, young and romantic, running like a red cloud.

Although this Zhang Wei is not a few years older than Zhao Shu, he is the only son of the Princess Pingyang's mansion, so he is not as free and easy as Zhao Shu, "Changyu, Brother Changxing said you were coming, I was very surprised, today You will definitely come home happy.”

Zhao Shu was too lazy to attend any poetry meeting, but he couldn't lose his brother's face, so he could only smile politely.

The poetry gatherings of the dignitaries in Ningdu City are mostly similar to blind dates, and if the talented and beautiful women see the right things, good things will come out tomorrow.

All of you present here are well-known talents and beauties in Ningdu City, all of them are as serious and respectful as the Confucian scholars in the ancient paintings, but Zhao Changyu, who is born with a flirtatious eye and brow, makes all the ladies behind the screen stare The eyeballs don't move.

"I have heard for a long time that Young Master Zhao accompanied all the princes to study books together. I think he is very talented. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to meet you today?"

Zhao Shu held his head and drank the beer wine without much taste, and he had already thought of running over the wall, but this person just looked at him as soon as he appeared, and he was upset to find fault.

He doesn't believe that he can have a good reputation in Ningdu, he has been looking for fun all day long, and he still knows it in his heart.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint my lord. I, Zhao Changyu, are not very talented, and I don't know how to express my sorrow."

Zhao Shu didn't give any face, and didn't bother to take any complaints. The atmosphere suddenly cooled down. Zhang Wei hurriedly said to be a peacemaker, "Changyu is good at calligraphy, it would be better if the winner of today's poetry meeting helped write the words. ?”

With Zhao Changyu's appearance, who would have thought that his Majesty personally taught calligraphy to him, a scholar of Wencheng University and General Wu Cheng?

These young masters muttered inwardly, it really is a wine bag and a rice bag, just a beautiful skin, and it was in vain that His Majesty's careful cultivation was in vain.

"Brother Shen, why is he still in the future today?"

Zhao Shu raised his spirits for a rare moment. He had heard about Wen Jiang's deeds before, and Zhao Su spoke highly of him, but he didn't know who it was.

Just as he was talking about why Wen Jiang hadn't come, someone came to report that Wen Shaoqing had arrived.

The visitor was dressed in a plain long-sleeved robe, with a clump of green bamboo embroidered with very thin silver thread on the skirt and the corner of the robe, and his movements seemed to be