Xu Qilin roughly guessed what Tang Yiyi meant, as if he was asking him to write a good poem to suppress that little blessing.

"I am a little talented and knowledgeable, so how could I recite any poems?" Xu Qilin shook his head gently and politely refused.

Tang Yiyi was not giving up, staring at Xu Qilin with a wonderful eye and said, "The couplets Xu Lang just now are really great. Why do you refuse to help me? If there is a good song, Xiaobo's affairs will be solved. Then I will go to the yard to explain to my fake mother, what's the difficulty of getting a contract to sell my body?"

When Xiaobo heard this, his blue eyes were shining. He stretched out his hand to put Xu Qilin's arm, pushed it gently, and begged softly: "Xu Xiaolang, just agree! Poor me, don't let me go back, and help Sister Yiyi. I agree, please..."

This little bad guy is still fucked by being cute. Xu Qilin was begged like this and didn't have the hard heart to say something to refuse.

"Let me think about it, let me think about it--" Xu Qilin gently stroked his forehead, stabbing his mood when he was shaken by Xiaobo.

When it comes to poetry, what people in later generations can easily call out is nothing more than the most catchy and popular quotes. However, it is really difficult to memorize the whole article.

Therefore, Xu Qilin has to sort out and recall. He started with the children who had to memorize poems and thought of a few poems; it was elementary school, then junior high school, and high school? No need, there were junior high school.

In fact, it is still an old problem, and the allusions involved cannot be something that is not available yet.

For example, what are you doing about "Nostalgia for the Red Cliff" and "The Road is Difficult"? Wouldn't you complain without any reason? Besides, it is not suitable for singing * women like prostitutes!

Xu Qilin laughed twice and said, "I forgot this poem in a fragment of lonely book. Although the poet is unknown and has been lonely all his life, he has died, but if his poem can be passed down, it will be considered our respect."

Tang Yiyi said, "What Xu Lang said is extremely true. He was born without name, but his poems should be passed down in the world and must not be forgotten."

Xu Qilin knew that Tang Yiyi was eager to ask for poetry, and he would say whatever he said. Anyway, if he said the lies, he would believe it or not, anyway, he would do it if he believed it.

When he walked to the table next to him, he was wearing the broken ink white paper. Xu Qilin wrote like flying, "The vast sorrow of parting is slanting in the sun, and the whip is the end of the world. The fallen red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."

If this poem put aside the poet's life experience and background, and only talks about separation and pursuit of beautiful things, it will not be possible to find any problems.

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Tang Yiyi was attracted by the last two sentences at once.

Ancient poets described falling flowers, one is the singing of birds, the east wind, sighing at the years, facing falling flowers, sighing. However, this poem shows a spirit of excitement and progress in its decline, which is extremely rare.

"Good poems, wonderful poems." Tang Yiyi held the manuscript in her hand, recited them several times, and couldn't let go of her love. After a while, she remembered to bow down to Xu Qilin, "Thank you for Xu Lang's gift of the poem. I am really lucky in my family."

"Miss Tang wants to thank him, so thank the unknown poet." Xu Qilin stepped forward and reached out to help him, reiterating that it was not what he wrote.

Tang Yiyi stood up after she stood up, still feeling excited. The two were very close, and she couldn't help but bowed her head and pecked Xu Qilin's forehead.

Xu Qilin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile, and the young lady was flirting. She reached out and scratched her head with a hint of embarrassment, wondering if she could get the kid back to make the money.

Tang Yiyi also had a flying glow on her face. Fortunately, she felt that she was four or five years older than Xu Qilin. She thought Xu Qilin was like a little brother, so she quickly calmed down and said to Xu Qilin: "Xu Lang, please wait for a while. I will go to Xiaobo's contract to sell her body and immediately send it to the house."

"Is this okay?" Xu Qilin felt that things were too simple and was a little uncertain, but in fact he underestimated the Tang people's fanatical love for poetry.

Not to mention the songs that are judging words, knowing the rhythm, and being able to distinguish the good and bad poetry. Even robbers who robbed and stories recorded in historical books also give poets money and cows and ask for poems!

After Tang Yiyi got the poem, she hurriedly left. Xu Qilin ate and drank for a while before taking Xiaobo out of the private room for special supplies and returned to Xu Mansion.

It has been three days since Xu Qilin returned to Chang'an. When Tubo came to steal the princess's wife, the court was busy.

Xu Hui also knew that Li Er had no time to do so, and was afraid that Your Majesty was in a bad mood, so it was not a good time to let me enter the palace to pay my respects. So she sent someone to pass on the message and asked me to prepare at home and wait until the palace calmed down before coming to see the summons.

During these three days, Xu Qilin did not make any preparations to enter the palace and saw the car. Instead, he was busy investing in the restaurant and adding twice the fragrance to Boss Xu's sales point.

Xu Qilin thought that the wealthy and powerful man was the relative of a noble man in the palace. In other words, the marketing strategy of endorsing his sister Xu Hui was successful.

As time goes by, from the royal family to the powerful, and then to the rich, the popularity of Xianglu is almost certain.

However, Xu Qilin was not prepared to expand production, and only maintained the output of 300 bottles per month, but it was three times the number of the first batch of them on the shelves.

Only when supply exceeds demand can the price of fragrance be maintained; if large-scale production and oversupply are oversupply, it may be backlog or profits may fall, which will not be worth the loss.

As for high-end products, they must be expensive by rare products, and they must be purchased in limited quantities or even booked in advance, which makes them look tall and precious.

Even those customers who buy goods should feel very good. Just like the woman who carried expensive and ugly brand-name bags in later generations, isn’t it just a show of her?

The production and sales of Xianglu are already a strategy, so Xu Qilin doesn't have to worry too much. However, the expansion and innovation of this restaurant really requires him to use his brain.

It was said to be a restaurant, but Xu Qilin wanted to transform it into an entertainment venue similar to the Song Dynasty's gourd and tile shops. Such as singing, juggling, folk art storytelling, sumo wrestling, puppet show, etc.

Why didn’t he build the largest Lichun Academy like Master Wei, and communicate and talk with female artists of the Tang Dynasty? It’s not that Xu Qilin doesn’t want to, but he really doesn’t dare to be afraid of being beaten up by his sister and unable to take care of himself.

Therefore, he could only contribute to the cultural and entertainment industry of the Tang Dynasty and also had more fun in his life.

Xu Qilin drew drawings of reconstruction and decoration on the paper, and Xiaobo served well beside him, pouring water and storing the wind, and was attentive.
Chapter completed!