Cheng Chuyou struggled to get out of the carriage. He didn't have the demeanor of a gentleman at all.
The eldest son of the Zhangsun Manor, Zhangsun Chong, also got off the car with him.
Zhangsun Chong was not feeling very comfortable when he got off the carriage. He did not stand properly when he got off the carriage and almost fell down.
But when he saw Cheng Chuyou standing at the side, Zhangsun Chong immediately recovered his perfect posture.
"Brother, you just arrived?" Zhangsun Chong smiled.
"Haha, I just arrived. Did Brother Zhangsun also just arrive?”Cheng Chuyou naturally said with a smile.
However, in his heart, Cheng Chuyou was extremely glad that he had gotten off the car a few minutes earlier.
"Yes, yes."
Zhangsun Chong took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
As a fatty, Zhangsun Chong was definitely the representative of being as fat as a ball.
At such a young age, he already had a big belly. It was said that his stomach was already "full of poetry and books". When he was in Hongwen Hall, he was already respected as the leader.
"Brother, are you prepared for this trip?”
After wiping his sweat, he threw the handkerchief to the coachman. Zhangsun rushed forward and held Cheng Chuyou's hand, squeezing out a bright smile on his face.
"Brother Zhangsun, please wait for a moment. I have some instructions for the carriage driver.”
Cheng Chuyou pulled his hand out of Zhangsun Chong's hand without leaving a trace, bowed to Zhangsun Chong, and then wiped it where Zhangsun Chong couldn't see.
Zhangsun Chong naturally didn't know what Cheng Chuyou was thinking, nor did he find it strange. He smiled and nodded.
Turning his head, Cheng Chuyou whispered something to the coachman. Then, the coachman nodded and turned around to do his work.
"Brother Zhangsun, where were we?”Cheng Chuyou asked with a smile.
"Brother, are you ready for this poetry recital?”Zhangsun Chong asked again.
"Sigh…"
Cheng Chuyou let out a long sigh. He took out a folding fan from somewhere and fanned himself twice.
Hiss...
So cold…
Of course, Cheng Chuyou couldn't show a cold expression. Instead, he enjoyed it.
"This little brother is lacking in talent and knowledge. What's the difference between preparing and not preparing this time?”
Cheng Chuyou looked up at the sky and tried his best to control his emotions.
uh... Try not to laugh.
"Hey, what you said is wrong.”
"Today is the poetry meet hosted by Princess Changle, how can we ignore it?”Zhangsun Chong said righteously.
In fact, Zhangsun Chong was overjoyed. He had read the two poems written by Cheng Chuyou and appreciated them very much.
Zhangsun Chong had been a little worried about becoming his opponent this time.
However, under his probing, he found that Cheng Chuyou was unexpectedly unprepared!
This made Zhangsun Chong very happy.
"Brother Zhangsun misunderstood what I meant. What I meant was that no matter how I prepare, how can I possibly win against you, Brother Zhangsun?”Cheng Chuyou said with a smile.
After saying that, Cheng Chuyou swung his fan and fanned it a few times.
Zhangsun Chong had already noticed Cheng Chuyou's fan and had not had the chance to ask.
Looking at Cheng Chuyou's coquettish actions, Zhangsun Chong was really tempted.
"May I know what you are holding in your hands? Why have I never seen it before?" Zhangsun Chong could not help but ask.
Cheng Chuyou smiled in his heart. The reason why Cheng Chuyou wanted to do such a coquettish action on such a cold day was for this.
"Brother Zhangsun doesn't know. This is the Cheng Clan's heirloom, the folding fan!”
"If it wasn't for Princess Chang Le's poetry recital today, my father wouldn't have let me take it out.”
Cheng Chuyou sighed helplessly.
Upon hearing that it was a family heirloom, the light in Zhangsun Chong's eyes dissipated a little.
Everyone knew that Cheng Yaojin was difficult to deal with. Some people even said that even if they provoked the current Emperor, they should not provoke Cheng Yaojin.
The reason was simple. His Majesty would reason with him.
Cheng Yaojin was unreasonable!
"So that's the case. I was originally excited to buy this folding fan, but..."
"Buying this folding fan, this…Isn't that bad?"
Before Zhangsun Chong could finish, he was interrupted by Cheng Chuyou.
Cheng Chuyou looked troubled. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
Zhangsun Chong was sensitive enough to capture this thought, and an idea immediately formed in his mind.
"If you want to sell it, you must find me.”Zhangsun Chong patted Cheng Chuyou's shoulder.
"Brother Zhangsun definitely wants it. It's not that I can't part with it. It's just that I don't know if Brother Zhangsun…"
Cheng Chuyou's right hand made a gesture below, rubbing his index finger and middle finger with his thumb. The meaning was self-evident.
Zhangsun Chong was instantly overjoyed. He extended three fingers without thinking.
Cheng Chuyou immediately shook his head and extended five fingers.
"Brother, you can't be too greedy. Wasn't five hundred strings a little too much?”Zhangsun Chong looked pained.
After hearing Zhangsun Chong's words, Cheng Chuyou took two steps back in disbelief and stared at Zhangsun Chong with his mouth agape.
"Brother, why do you have such an expression?”Zhangsun Chong panicked. He didn't know what Cheng Chuyou meant.
"Five hundred strings? Brother Zhangsun can also say it."
"I said five thousand strings!"
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