Chapter 121

Gao Yang smiled at Liu Yuer, "Since that's the case, I won't be polite. Please tell the Pavilion Master for me that I accept this sentiment."

Gao Yang said emphatically.

The smile on Liu Yuer's face became even richer.

"I will see Lord Gao off." Liu Yuer walked to Gao Yang's front and led the way for him.

Gao Yang walked down the steps to the first floor of the Rouge Pavilion.

The first floor was mostly casual guests, mostly watching women dancing on the round stage; the thin gauze on the women's bodies was half-hidden and half-revealed, extremely tempting.

This method of first arousing desire and then stimulating consumption is not bad.

Gao Yang walked to the center of the first floor, just about to walk toward the door.

On the other side, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Brother Gao, why not come forward for a gathering after seeing this Heir?"

Gao Yang looked up and saw Wu Cheng, dressed in white and holding a feather fan, walking toward him.

His complexion was pale, his steps were floating, and he was followed by five or six guards.

One of the guards was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with muscles bulging like coiled dragons, full of explosive power; one look and he was very extraordinary.

Gao Yang stopped his steps and looked at Wu Cheng.

He raised his eyebrows, smelling the meaning of "those who come are not good, those who are good do not come."

He really didn't expect that he had lost interest in taking action against Wu Cheng, but Wu Cheng took the initiative to come to his door.

This really surprised him.

"I didn't know the Heir was here, so I lost my manners, but I have urgent matters. If the Heir has nothing else, I will leave first."

Gao Yang spoke indifferently, making a move to leave.

Seeing Gao Yang about to leave, Wu Cheng hurriedly stepped forward.

"No matter how busy Brother Gao is, it doesn't matter for a little while. But Brother Gao has hidden it from this Heir so bitterly!"

"First stabilizing the grain prices in Linjiang City, then offering the method to exterminate locusts, and I even heard that the decree issued by Your Majesty in the morning court today to mix sand into rice and grain to curb corrupt officials was also your brilliant scheme, Brother. I truly admire you."

Gao Yang stared at Wu Cheng's face.

Generally speaking, when an enemy starts to "praise you to death" in public, it's mostly to trap you.

Sure enough, with Wu Cheng's words, the first floor of the Rouge Pavilion instantly boiled over.

"Hiss!"

A sound of gasping came.

"Young Master Gao has great talent; raising grain prices to attract grain merchants from other places is truly a brilliant scheme!"

"Mixing sand into grain to curb corrupt officials—it looks heinous, but it is actually a policy to save the people!"

"Young Master Gao is truly hiding his light!"

A chorus of admiration rang out, filled with respect. Seeing this, Wu Cheng showed a smile on his face.

He looked at the crowd on the first floor and said loudly, "Junior Official Gao is hiding his light and has world-shaking talent. Since he appears in the Rouge Pavilion today, how can we let him go?"

"How about letting Junior Official Gao improvise a poem?"

As soon as Wu Cheng's voice came out, the commoners, who were just watching the fun, immediately echoed.

Wu Cheng looked at Gao Yang again, with a smile on his face, "Since the atmosphere is here, why doesn't Brother Gao recite a poem to let us open our eyes?"

Da Qian is peaceful, the military is weak, and what replaces it is "valuing literature and suppressing martial arts."

Scholars, especially talented students, often move Changancheng with their voices, are respected, and can even be appreciated by high officials and recommended for office.

This Wu Cheng's mind is sinister; it is mostly the confidence given to him by the original owner's poem: "Looking from afar, the stone is big; looking closely, it's a big stone; sure enough, the stone is big; the stone is sure enough big."

If he leaves like this, all the scholars in Changancheng will despise him.

Although Gao Yang doesn't care—after all, what does the outsider's view have to do with him?

Not to mention that Prince Rong's whole family is almost gone.

But being set up, he always feels a bit unhappy in his heart.

Even thinking that for the next few days, Wu Cheng might bark around him like a dog-skin plaster.

He is afraid of trouble, so he might as well solve the trouble.

"Reciting a poem, what's difficult about that?" Gao Yang said faintly, with a smile on his face.

When Wu Cheng heard this, he was instantly ecstatic.

The officials of the court fear Gao Yang like a tiger, leopard, or wolf, and even his father and the military advisor see Gao Yang as a formidable enemy.

But now it seems, he is just so-so!

"Then this Heir will wait for Brother Gao's masterpiece." Wu Cheng was full of anticipation, unable to wait.

But at this moment, Gao Yang spoke again, "Since we are to write a poem, how can there be no wine?"

"Although there is only one close friend, the Heir, here, we can drink together, and the poetic inspiration will burst forth!"

"Changwen, go to the previous private room and take my good wine. This poem of mine is about the Heir, so we should drink a cup together!" ===== CHAPTER 123 =====