"Yu Yu 'er?"
"What kind of immortal would come up with such a name?"
"Well, the name is really appropriate."
Just as Zhang Feng was pondering whether this name had appeared in history, a voice suddenly rang out.
At the same time, Yuchi Yu 'er was also carefully examining her future husband.
At first, when she learned about Zhang Feng's talent, she had fantasized about Zhang Feng's appearance. However, the feeling of being past his prime and seeing through the world of mortals in Zhang Feng's poem made Yuchi Yu 'er think that Zhang Feng should be an old man with white hair and eyebrows.
However, when Yuchi Baolin and his brother brought her here and stood at the door and saw Zhang Feng, Yuchi Yu 'er's heart never stopped beating wildly.
Zhang Feng was very handsome, very handsome.
He was not like those burly men, nor was he like those pedantic Confucian scholars, whose eyes were full of greed when they saw her. .
If it weren't for the fact that her uncle was the world-famous Yuchi Gong, she would have been defiled by those men. Fortunately, no one dared to challenge the Yuchi family's authority.
Zhang Feng was indeed a little obsessed with her eyes at first.
Ever since she became a director, there had never been a man who hadn't been mesmerized by her eyes. However, this Zhang Feng was actually able to recover in the short time it took to drink a cup of tea. Clearly, his heart was very pure.
At least in Yuchi Yu 'er's opinion, he was very pure and straightforward at this moment, which was the style of a real man.
Once again, a good impression of him arose in her heart.
Unconsciously, the corners of Yuchi Yu 'er's mouth curled up slightly into a beautiful smile.
"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky … Master Cen, Danqiu, don't stop drinking when you're about to drink. Prince Zhang's poem really makes people yearn for it. I came here from Jiangnan because of this poem, just to see Prince Zhang's real face."
Seeing that Yuchi Yu 'er took the initiative to change the topic.
Zhang Feng was a little flustered. After all, he was plagiarizing someone else's poem. He did not know how Li Bai would look at him in the future. But, f * * k it, why care so much?
"Hehehe, it's good that Miss Yu 'er likes it. Oh right, do you smoke … no, drink, let's drink."
Zhang Feng's mouth twitched again.
Yuchi Yu 'er pursed her lips into a smile. Looking at the evasive Zhang Feng, she teased, "Could it be that there's something shameful on Yu' er's face? Why is Prince Zhang unwilling to even look at Yu 'er? "
Zhang Feng's face darkened.
Lao Tzu wanted to see it!
But you …
Isn't this asking for my life?
Zhang Feng let out a hollow laugh. Then, he forced himself to look at Yuchi Yu 'er and said, "Miss Yu' er, what are you talking about?"
As he spoke, Zhang Feng stared into Yuchi Yu 'er's eyes for eleven seconds. Then, he hurriedly retracted his gaze. Using the excuse of drinking, he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "I was rude. This cup of wine is my apology."
As he spoke, Zhang Feng raised his head and downed the wine. He pointed at the dishes on the table and said, "I heard that Miss Yu 'er came from Jiangnan?"
"Yes."
Yuchi Yu 'er pursed her lips and smiled. "If this little girl said that Yu' er came here for Young Master, would Young Master believe me?"
"Hehe."
Zhang Feng let out a hollow laugh.
Like hell I'd believe you!
But he only dared to say this in his heart.
"Miss Yu 'er must be joking. What did this little one do to deserve Miss Yu' er's attention?"
"Just because of Young Master's eleven poems!"
Hearing this, Zhang Feng said, "Those are all trivial things that I made up when I had nothing better to do. Hehehe."
Yuchi Yu 'er laughed again. She drank alone and said, "Then, Prince Zhang, do you know that all the scholars and beauties in Jiangnan are rushing to Chang' an just like Yu 'er? As for their purpose, Young Master naturally knows."
"Along the way, Yu 'er saw that Prince Zhang had single-handedly turned this originally barren Xiao Mountain into such a prosperous place. This is truly a blessing for our Tang Dynasty. However, why didn't Prince Zhang continue on the path of poetry? Why did he want to open an academy here to teach and educate people instead?"
On the way up Xiao Mountain, Yuchi Baolin and his two brothers had dragged Cheng Chumo and the others to tell Yuchi Yu 'er. They had even dug out what time Zhang Feng went to bed and what size his pants were. All of this had been pulled out from the mouths of Cheng Chumo and the others.
Especially after learning about Paper and the smelting workshop.
Yuchi Yu 'er was even more surprised.
When she asked again, she saw that Zhang Feng was somewhat absent-minded and felt that it was a bit rude. She couldn't help but purse her lips and smile. "Forgive me for my rudeness. I won't disturb you anymore today. Yu 'er hopes that Prince Zhang will do me the honor of reciting a poem with Yu' er another day."
When Zhang Feng heard this, he felt as if he had been pardoned.
"Miss Yu 'er is too serious!"
"It is this one's fortune to have met such a beautiful person like Miss Yu 'er. As long as Miss Yu' er comes, I, Zhang Feng, will naturally sweep the bed to welcome you!"
"Will you?"
Yuchi Yu 'er covered her mouth and smiled. Her question stumped Zhang Feng.
Yuchi Yu 'er stopped teasing Zhang Feng. She bowed slightly and bid him farewell. However, the moment she turned around, a trace of loneliness flashed through her eyes.
In the end, it was because of her seductive eyes.
Although Zhang Feng hadn't said anything, she had always felt that there was an unseen abyss between them.
However, the loneliness in her eyes only appeared for a moment before disappearing without a trace. When she saw the palanquin appear at the mountain entrance, a smile flashed across her lips.
Happiness was to be grasped by oneself, not by charity.
A long time after Yuchi Yu 'er left, Zhang Feng was still staring at the slowly disappearing palanquin. He went to the kitchen and asked Old He and the others, who were dumbfounded, "Old He, have any of you heard of someone called Yu Yu' er?"
But when he thought of this, Zhang Feng thought of another important matter. He asked fiercely, "Who let her up the mountain?"
"…"
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