When Wei Wushuang left the palace, he saw Jia Ping'an talking to someone beside him.

"...Those people said that poetry is talent, but they are ignorant in painting. Mr. Li, you know me. I am a man who is jealous of evil and immediately wrote a poem to whip them."

Is this little thief who looks righteous?

Wei Wushuang...

"Then what do you mean?" Uncle Li was very angry, "It was your words that led those people to say that you belittle your poems and make me feel at ease. There were few new questions in retrospect, and Uncle Li was very angry!"

The consequences are serious!

Jia Ping'an smiled and said, "Don't worry, this matter is for me, huh! My wife is here."

Wei Wushuang's mouth twitched, and her feet slowly rubbed, and she wanted to kick someone.

Li Chunfeng glanced at Wei Wushuang, and Jia Ping'an felt aroused, "Is it okay to see my wife's appearance?"

Li Chunfeng muttered, "How do you think with your head down? Speaking, what do you mean?"

Why!

Jia Ping'an had a little regret, "Talent... I think it was divided into two categories. One category is poetry, painting, etc. These are talents, whether it is good or bad."

Whether it is good or bad?

Li Chunfeng felt that this guy was a rebellious person. "The Tang Dynasty used poetry and essays as its talent, and you don't care whether it's good or bad?"

"The second type is practical talent." Jia Ping'an said seriously: "For example, the Grand Historian gives you all your skills, this is the second type. For example, the ability of prime ministers to deal with political affairs is also the second type. In addition, any talent that can be used is classified as the second type."

"This is something interesting." Uncle Li was so excited by his coaxing, "Go to see your wife."

He slowly returned with his hands behind his back, and suddenly became stunned, "In this way, isn't poetry... useless?"

...

Poetry and essays in prosperous times are an art form, and poetry and essays in troubled times are not as good as a bowl of wheat rice.

“Unparalleled.”

My wife's pretty face was slightly cold, this is...

"They said you wrote a poem?"

"yes!"

Jia Ping'an's attitude was casual and as if he had just gone to drink with a group of people and came back from nonsense.

"That's the royal family."

Wei Wushuang felt that Jia Ping'an was like a wild horse that broke away from reins, and he disappeared as soon as he let go.

"Let's be the royal family, let's convince people with reason."

Jia Ping'an took out a thread and wrapped it around Wei Wushuang's wrist without saying a word.

"What are you going to do?" Wei Wushuang whispered: "I'll kick you to death when I turn around~!"

"Beating is kissing, scolding is love, love is kicking with your feet when you love it deep." After Jia Ping'an finished measuring, he sent the excess thread into his mouth and grinded it with his teeth.

"Let's go back and get you a jade bracelet."

I blamed him wrongly!

Wei Wushuang wanted to apologize, but when he thought that Jia Ping'an was teasing himself with such a smile on his usual days, he felt that it was offset.

Jia Ping'an found that Wei Wushuang said very little, which was a bad habit, "When will you leave the palace?"

"You will leave the palace when you return to Chang'an."

"By the way." Wei Wushuang thought of what happened before, "I met the prince before, and he said that if His Majesty rewards something at that time, he will also reward him."

What does Li Zhong mean?

Show goodwill?

Jia Ping'an felt it was unrealistic.

"The queen and sister are incompatible, so the prince cannot be kind to us, if there is..."

"That's also fake." Wei Wushuang knew this.

If these long legs are...

Jia Ping'an's eyes were "bad".

Why does this little thief always look at my legs?

Wei Wushuang often troubled his long legs, but Jia Ping'an always expressed his love for long legs.

The eunuch who came out looked at Wei Wushuang, "Everyone comes in."

The two eunuchs set up their injured companions and sneered at Wei Wushuang.

Wei Wushuang lowered her head and walked into it all the way.

The temperature was very good, and the ground was blocked by the bedroom, and Wu Mei sat on it, Li Hong was playing below, and Zhou Shan was chasing like an old hen.

The group came over, and the eunuch approached and whispered.

The three eunuchs smiled on their faces, and one of them said, "This is the person from Gong Zheng."

Another person was ruthless, "So what about Gong Zheng's people? Gong Zheng acted the most fairly and would definitely make the decision for us."

Jiang Han’s reputation for justice is very famous in the palace, so everyone is not worried about favoritism.

Wu Mei raised her eyes and said lightly: "Wu Shuang comes here."

Wei Wushuang approached, and Wu Mei smiled and said, "But come to find me?"

"yes."

Wei Wushuang whispered: "I'm not blocking the way."

"Don't talk about this." Wu Mei asked, "What's the matter?"

The three eunuchs felt something was wrong.

The news that Wei Wushuang was about to get married was spread within a small range, but they didn't know.

"Wu Zhaoyi's attitude... seems to be too kind."

Wei Wushuang whispered: "Wu Yang Bo said before... I don't know if it's time to have more than a dozen children."

More than a dozen children?

Wu Mei suddenly burst into laughter.

"This is awkward, hahahaha!"

What's the meaning?

Wei Wushuang is puzzled.

Shao Peng advised: "Zhaoyi, don't laugh."

"You can't laugh, why are you still alive?" Wu Mei smiled and said, "He is coaxing you in this matter. An average woman gives birth to two or three, four or five at most. More than ten children...that's him coaxing you."

That little thief!

Wei Wushuang was covered in black lines.

"You just make a joke about this matter." Wu Mei smiled.

Wei Wushuang retired.

Wu Mei glanced at the three eunuchs and said lightly: "What's going on with them? How to deal with them."

...

Jia Ping'an went to the foot of the mountain.

"Old man, do you think there will be heavy rain this year?"

Jia Ping'an was squatting at a farmer's house at the foot of the mountain, and an old man was squatting opposite him. The young grandson behind him lay on his back. He looked up from time to time and peeked at Jia Ping'an, then screamed and hid again.

The wrinkles on the old man's face moved like gullies, and his eyes narrowed, "I can't say it's right! It's been in previous years, but it's hard to say it's raining here. I can't see the weather recently."

"That's good."

Jia Ping'an felt a little relieved, thinking about whether he had remembered the time wrongly.

For example, the flood is what happens next time.

He got up and was about to go back. When he saw the child looking at him curiously, he smiled and touched a bag of oil paper, "Give it."

The old man pushed him away, "Where do you dare to ask for it? Don't dare or not."

Jia Ping'an stuffed the oil paper bag to the child and touched the top of his head, "If you have the chance, go to study."

The child was holding a greased paper bag and staring at Jia Ping'an blankly.

But there was a lot of magic in my eyes.

Today's words from Jia Ping'an will plant a seed in his heart.
To be continued...