One Step to The End

Jinling City is larger than Shuntian Mansion. The whole city is centered on the Qinhuai River. The water network is vertical and horizontal. Even the imperial palace is located on the bank of "Daming Lake". The streets are lined with trees, zebra crossings, trash cans, and pedestrians. The traffic is endless, and it looks like a prosperous and prosperous faction.

"Yihongyuan? Who gave the unlucky name..."

Zhao Guanren stood outside a house in astonishment. At this moment, Ye Jier had entered the palace, and the party sending off the family was behind him. The envoys all went to the special reception hall and settled in. Except for Liu Piaopiao to accompany him in the house, good luck. The palace also sent many people.

"Mr. Ma! Yihong and Kuailu come from a poem, what's wrong..."

An **** came up with surprise and said: "This is one of Di Ji’s dowry. His Royal Highness wrote the inscription on a plaque. The emperor also gave Di Ji’s mansion, but you can’t settle in before the wedding. You can continue to live here after the wedding. Di Ji summoned to enter the palace to wait in bed!"

"Huh? I'll wait for her to sleep..."

Zhao Guanren opened his mouth wide in astonishment. Luo Tan covered his mouth and smiled: "Lord! The horse is equivalent to the son-in-law. Not only do you have to go to bed, you also have to kowtow. Di Ji has the final say in any posture, but your identity is not. Generally, these rules should be waived!"

"Sister Luo is right, you are not an ordinary person..."

Liu Piaopiao walked over and smiled: "There is no precedent for marriage between Jishun and Jishun. For this reason, the Ministry of Rites meets every day to discuss how to manage this special marriage. In the end, the emperor made a decision and acted in accordance with the rules of the people of the two countries. You are here to marry a wife, and Shunguo is also here to marry a wife!"

"That's right, this king is not a sorrow..."

Zhao Guanren walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back. Shunguo's guards immediately took over the defense. The three princesses were also carried in by the big red sedan chair. The river outside the courtyard made a "crash" sound. A big white snake crossed the courtyard wall and entered the garden. among.

"The house in Jiguo is so strange, just like a bunker..."

Zhao Guanren looked east and west all the way, all the houses in Ji country have patios. A circle of houses forms a square. The house structure is very similar to Huizhou architecture, but the shortest here is also two floors. There are a total of six in a large courtyard. There is no small courtyard.

"Not surprising! Ji people like to build tall buildings and climb high pavilions..."

Liu Piaopiao smiled and said, "The moisture in the country is big, and living upstairs will be better. It is also convenient for the host to open the window and look into the distance, and supervise the people. Diji Renfu often comes here to meet young friends. There are many flowers and one grass here. It was she who planted it by herself, and deliberately told people not to trample on it!"

"I like to grow flowers and grass, she seems to be an otaku..."

Zhao Guanren walked into a circle house in the middle, and the three princesses also got off the sedan chair and ran into the courtyard to explore curiously. The people had already prepared everything in place. After the handover with the court lady and the eunuch, they left and went to the front yard. .

"This yard is cool, but the light is not good..."

Luo Tan, Ning Qiu and other women also walked in. In the middle of the patio is a set of tea tables and chairs. Almost all sides are windows and doors. Only when you look up can you see the sky. Yongning has already ran up to the second floor, lying on the floor. The window waved and laughed at them.

"Liu Piaopiao! Come in..."

Zhao Guanren walked to a tea room and sat down. Qiu Ning and Luo Tan followed suit and sat down. When Liu Piaopiao came in, he drank a cigarette and asked with a smile: "We have been apart for half a year now. What job? Whose kang will you sleep on?"

"I am Jinyiwei Qianhu, a fifth-grade product, and I am responsible for tracking down the shadow spy..."

Liu Piaopiao skillfully helped him light up the cigarette, and bowed his head and whispered: "The slave family dare not hide from you. At first, when I came back, I was severely investigated. I let the deputy commander sleep and stayed with him for more than half a month. It’s just finished, it’s not your mission to Kyrgyzstan, I can only get a spare time!"

"Boss Liu! What did you say about your picture..."

Luo Tan contemptuously said: "Look at the people who followed the master at the beginning, who is not a majestic man now, Song Chi Zhu is a third-level member, and the Crescent Moon Fairy under yours. There is a special person to open the way when you go out. Run to make people mischievous!"

"Liu Piaopiao's family is in Kyrgyzstan, what can she do if she doesn't come back..."

Zhao Guanren looked at Liu Piaopiao’s five-person experience. After she left Shunguo, she experienced two more men, and said: “The Jinyiwei Qianhu in Jinling City is different from outsiders. A deputy commander can’t sleep. I'm afraid it's sleeping on Ye Family's Kang Tou!"

"Master! I'm like a duckweed without roots without you..."

Liu Piaopiao knelt down and said guiltily: "I do have someone above me, but I can't tell him from my mouth. My task is just to receive you. If there is any abnormality, I will report to it in time. The slave family will never dare to harm you. Master must believe me!"

"Sit down! If you don't believe it, you won't bring you in..."

Zhao Guanren pulled the chair and asked her to sit down. After a few words of comfort, he asked, "You should have seen San Di Ji, so please tell me the truth about her!"

"I was called into the palace before I was married, and I had a chat with Emperor Renfu for a while..."

Liu Piaopiao sat down and breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "If San Di Ji is placed in Dashun, almost no one will marry, and it is not easy to marry in Ji country, because she is thin and tall, and she can reach the lord if she stands upright. Between your eyebrows, wearing a pair of platform shoes can be taller than your master!"

"Damn! It's one meter and seventy-five meters away..."

Zhao Guanren was surprised, but Luo Tan said with disdain: "Cut~ I'll say that good women don't worry about marrying. There are problems with those who can't get married. Why wait for the lover for ten years? They are all making excuses for the old girl!"

"Sister Luo! She is an emperor, there is no reason why she can't get married..."

Liu Piaopiao smiled and said: "Di Ji has indeed waited for her lover for ten years, but she is our master's food, tall and long legs, oval face, big eyes, the key point is that the flesh on her body has a long chest. I don't even think about it. Understand, how can she be bigger than mine!"

"Hiss~"

Zhao Guanren took a puff of cigarette, and asked with a very exciting expression: "This is a bit interesting, do you have anything to say to me?"

"The Nujia dare not lie, she has a bad impression of you..."

Liu Piaopiao said embarrassingly: "Sandi Ji said that she likes the talented person who cherishes the words like gold, and does not like the passionate son who exaggerates, and she said...most of your poems are copied. , The bull's head is wrong!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhao Guanren lay down on the table and coughed. He didn't expect that the romantic talent who had been pretending for more than half a year would actually sink into the sand in Jiguo.

"Master! Kyrgyzstan is not like Dashun. Kyrgyzstan has six years of compulsory education. Even farmers can read and read..."

Liu Piaopiao patted him on the back and said, "Plaagiarism is a crime in Kyrgyzstan, and it is very despised. It can be said that once the incident occurs, the future will be ruined, so San Di Ji has been very upset about this matter. Clamoring to divorce!"

"fart!"

Luo Tan furiously said: "Our master exports a chapter, three steps one song, five steps into a poem, do you need to plagiarize other people's poems? You asked her to find out the original work. If you can't find it, you are slandering!"

"Wang Zhao is the prince of a country. Without iron proof, how can Benji dare to talk about it..."

suddenly!

A tall beauty suddenly appeared outside the door, in a simple and elegant light blue dress, dignified with long black hair, only one jade and one gold hairpin, but Liu Piaopiao hurriedly stepped forward and bowed. It is called Renfu Diji.

"Huh? Are you a prairie tribe, you are very mixed..."

Zhao Guanren looked up in surprise. The cheap wife really has big eyes and luxurious car lights. Her skin is healthy and wheatish. She is also foreign and generous. She is a supermodel of ethnic minorities in modern times, and she is also a decent daughter of the yellow flower. .

"Emperor Ye Ruoqing, I have met Prince Yongshi..."

Ye Ruoqing came in with great self-sacrifice and pinched her waist to salute. Several court ladies followed closely, but when she raised her head, she said with guns and sticks: "Wang Zhao has the idle time of plagiarism. I don't even know that my Daji Queen is from the royal family of Berkan." , I shed the blood of half a prairie!"

"Excuse me! I am busy with official duties and didn't care about these things..."

Zhao Guanren noticed that she was wearing a pair of platform shoes. He was sure that no one was tall enough to stand up, so he raised his legs and said with a smile: "Little daughter-in-law! I heard you right, you said the poems I read, there is an original author here. Where is this person?"

"You and I are not married yet, I am not your wife yet, please respect yourself..."

Ye Ruoqing took out a collection of poems and threw it on the coffee table, saying coldly: "The lay layman Baozhai has been famous for many years, and this "The Collection of Thatched Cottage Poems" is well known in my dynasty, but you not only copied his poems, but also changed them in a mess. Are you Shun Guo people so shameless?"

"Your Highness! Don't be angry, maybe it's just a misunderstanding..."

An old **** ran in anxiously, and Liu Piaopiao hurriedly came up to complete the battle. Their political marriage was not a matter of talent, and Zhao Guanren was not a son-in-law. He could only slap him in the face with this thing.

"What's going on, who is this..."

The three princesses all ran in wonderingly. Liu Piaopiao quickly pulled over Yongning and whispered about the plagiarism. As a result, Yongning and other women were dumbfounded. Plagiarism would also be cast aside in Dashun, and they would dare to come. Xingshi asked the guilt to show that there is hard evidence.

"Zhao Yunxuan, if you are a man, don't quibble..."

Ye Ruoqing said coldly and proudly: "Shun the country is a military desert. It is a cultural desert. It is excusable for scholars to not know me and good works, but scholars have to have a sense of shame. Go to my father and divorce. This scandal is just for Benji. If you haven't seen it before, you can do it for yourself!"

"You are here to divorce for a long time. No wonder you know the poems I read..."

Zhao Guanren flipped through the collection of poems and laughed: "First of all, you are six years older than me, and I don’t want to marry an old girl. Second, you can ask Lay Bao Zhai who is Tang Bohu. He must dare to say that he is the original author. Big mouth calls him to death!"

"You actually still quibble..."

Ye Ruoqing said angrily: "If you were just a rascal, it would be okay. I should have sacrificed as Di Ji, but I hate plagiarism the most in my life, not to mention how you let me go out to meet people after you become famous. I don't want to be infamy for you forever!"

"I'm not your father, it's useless for you to pester me..."

Zhao Guanren said, "I didn't marry you, but your Di Ji's name. Change a suitable person to me and marry me. If Chang Di Ji is a few years younger, I can be your uncle, do you believe me? ?"

"Shameless! Very shameless..."

Ye Ruoqing ran out angrily, and Yong Ning ran over and asked in a low voice: "Are you really copying those poems? If she stabbed them out, your reputation would be stinky, and we will be embarrassed along with Shun Guo!"

"Fart! This shameless person is plagiarizing everyone..."

Zhao Guanren looked through the collection of poems with great depression, and kept muttering in his heart, ‘Nima! The poems of the Qing Dynasty have all popped out, will you not run into an old predecessor again? ’