The lights gradually made the originally darkened courtyard reveal a different kind of charm.
Since the evening, more than 30 servants in the courtyard had been hanging lanterns in every corner of the courtyard and on the trees. Zhang Feng, who was in a daze, was awakened by the noise outside.
Looking at the shadowy figures outside the door, when he got up, he found that all his clothes were taken off. Then, he suddenly remembered everything that had happened just now.
He looked around the room anxiously, only to find that there was no trace of Miss Yu 'er except for him and a patch of red on the gunnysack beside him.
It was as if Miss Yu 'er had never been here …
Zhang Feng looked at the patch of red on the gunnysack sullenly, with mixed feelings in his heart.
At this moment, the impulse was also awakened.
Although he had seen this kind of drama countless times in the movies and harem dramas in the future, he also knew that this scene had happened to him.
Zhang Feng was a little disappointed, and also a little disappointed.
Was Yuchi Yu 'er really a bad woman?
He could not tell.
But as Yuchi Yu 'er had said, if a woman did not have a layer of disguise, could she maintain a pure body and move around in the mixed circle of the Jiangnan aristocrats with ease?
As for her desire for power, she just wanted to give herself something to rely on …
"Alas!"
Zhang Feng sighed deeply.
At this moment, he did not know how to face Zhang Yuyao and Jingshu. Now that such a thing had happened, Zhang Feng could not help but have a headache slowly.
At this moment, an anxious cry could be faintly heard from outside the door.
"Have you seen Master?"
"The banquet is about to start. Have you seen Master?"
"Master, Prince Zhang, Prince Zhang …"
Zhang Feng sighed. After tidying up the crime scene, he slowly slipped out of the courtyard when no one was paying attention.
This was not the time to think about this problem.
When he slipped out of the back door, he saw Jingshu standing there with a lamp. When she saw Zhang Feng, she didn't say anything and just silently held Zhang Feng's hand.
Zhang Feng was stunned. "You … saw it?"
The lantern in Jingshu's hand swayed, but she didn't answer. She just said, "She left. This is what she left for you. She left about ten minutes before you came out. I opened the back door for her. You … don't mind, right?"
While speaking.
Jingshu suddenly turned around. Her eyes were a little misty under the light.
Zhang Feng couldn't help but stare blankly.
He couldn't help but hug Jingshu's slender waist. Looking at that familiar yet strange face, he said softly, "Thank you."
Zhang Feng didn't read the letter. It wasn't the right time.
After hugging Jingshu, the two returned to normal again. They bypassed the backyard, and the noise gradually became louder.
Zhangsun, who was chatting with Yuchi Baoqi, saw the two people appear. His eyes couldn't help but brighten. "Oh, Fengzi is here!"
This roar instantly made many people present heave a deep sigh of relief.
This guy disappeared for two hours. Although they didn't know what he was doing, as the host, it was always a little improper to do so. However, the people who could come here were all close to Zhang Feng. Obviously, they didn't care about this point of Zhang Feng at all. They had already picked up the wine and meat to eat and drink.
"Fengzi, come, come, come and sit."
Li Yuan smiled and waved at Zhang Feng. Only then did Zhang Feng recover. He cupped his fists at everyone and said, "I didn't take good care of you. I didn't take good care of you. Just now, I had a sudden burst of inspiration. Looking at the sunset, I couldn't help but create a new poem."
The people who could come were all literary masters or high-ranking officials. When they heard that Zhang Feng was writing a poem just now, although some people were puzzled, most people couldn't help but be attracted by the poem created by Zhang Feng.
Although Li Yuan had doubts in his heart, he didn't want to disturb Zhang Feng in front of so many people. He said, "Why don't you say a good poem? Do you want to wait for Old Man and others to invite you? "
Zhang Feng smiled faintly and motioned Li Yuan not to be anxious. Then, under the surprised, puzzled, and even jealous eyes of everyone, he asked Xiao Cui 'er to bring a jar of white wine. After drinking for a while, Zhang Feng looked at the vaguely bright western sky and said,
"The sunset is just beginning, the floating clouds have not returned.
The river is bright and drinking far away, the canyon rain falls and flies.
The goose finally flies high, the bear feels fattened.
The autumn parting guest is still there, the bamboo dew is faint in the evening. "
It's just a poem.
In an instant, everyone was silent for a long time. Then, more than 30 people sitting at the front yard suddenly exclaimed one after another.
Even Yu Shinan and the other three people got up excitedly and asked almost at the same time, "Boy, this poem, is it really written by you just now? Who wrote it for?"
Who wrote it for?
Zhang Feng looked at the sunset with a complicated gaze.
"For yesterday, for the past, for the ancients. Isn't it happy to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new?"
Several people were a little suspicious.
In the field of poetry, no one could understand the meaning of it better than them.
Li Shimin sighed slightly and shook his head. "Good poem! Come, come, come, everyone, raise your glasses and toast to Zhang Feng's poem! "
"Fengzi's poem is not bad! But I think the last sentence of Fengzi's poem is better! "
"Saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, isn't it what our Tang Dynasty needs most at this time?"
"Saying goodbye to yesterday's unhappiness, we are about to be like Zhang Feng today, getting rid of yesterday's bad luck. Unhappiness, we need to look at a brand new tomorrow. Isn't this kind of curiosity happy?"
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