When the Qin King officials at the scene heard this, they remembered that Yang Xu had saved his life to King Qin and Princess Yifu. The Qin King regarded Yang Xu as his brother, which also showed his close relationship with Yang Xu.

Since the King of Qin said so, Yang Xu was also considered Princess Yifu's brother.

The brother praised his sister's appearance, so there should be no problem?

So some officials started to make a fuss and asked Yang Xu to write a poem on the spot.

Zhao Duobao laughed and winked at Zhao Duofu.

Zhao Duofu was usually dignified and steady, but after drinking some wine, he was interested in Yang Xu, so he couldn't help but show a little bit of shame about his daughter's family on his pretty face, and he was afraid to see Yang Xu.

However, she was vaguely expecting in her heart, wondering whether Yang Xu was willing to write poems for herself and what kind of poems she would write to praise herself.

This was the first time that Yang Xu saw Zhao Duofu's shy and charming expression, and his heart was slightly moved.

He also drank a lot of wine tonight, and was already a little drunk. After hearing what the King of Qin said, the officials started to make a fuss and their heads heated up. They slapped the table and said, "Okay! Bring the paper and pen!"

When the servants of the royal palace brought paper and pen, Yang Xu held the pen in his hand. He first looked at Zhao Duofu, then turned his head and thought about it, and then he went through the pen and finished it in one go.

Seeing that he had written it, the King of Qin said to the two subordinates: "Pick it up and expand it for everyone to see!"

So the two servants stepped forward, carefully picked up the poem written by Yang Xu, and showed it to the King of Qin and others.

An official who was close to the distance shook his head and read it out loud: "Qingping dial... The clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for the group of jade mountains, they would meet under the moon on the Yao platform."

After reading the poem, everyone savored the artistic conception carefully and was amazed.

Zhao Duofu himself also knows poetry. Yang Xu's poem "Qingping" compares her to a fairy-like character. Naturally, she was secretly happy and her face turned redder.

Zhao Duofu didn't understand the poems very much, so he pulled Brother Qin and asked him to explain it to himself. Then he said to Yang Xu with a romance: "Well, the third brother said that this poem is good, that's really good! Looking at Duofu's appearance, he seemed quite satisfied. Yang Xu, what do you think you want? I'll give it to you by my third brother!"

Yang Xu is not a polite person. He pinched his thumb and index finger together and rubbed it, making a move to count money. He laughed and said, "This... Little Princess Roufu, you should know what I like."

Roufu thought for a while, suddenly widened his eyes, looked at Zhao Duofu with some insight, and blurted out: "Do you like my sister? Oh, I can't give it to you! Even if I want to give it to you, my father will agree!"

As soon as she said this, all the ministers were silent.

The King of Qin almost vomited out a sip of wine that had just been drunk from his mouth.

Zhao Duofu blushed, shy and anxious, and lowered his head deeply.

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Yang Xu was also stunned, thinking that the little princess's brain circuit was so clear. What she liked was obviously silver, why did she want to become Princess Yifu?

No one dislikes beauty, especially a beautiful woman like Zhao Duofu, who is so charming to the country, she might accept it happily if she really wants to give it to herself.

But the problem is, this is simply impossible.

"Cough... Cough... the little princess has drunk too much wine? Actually, what I like is silver!"

Yang Xu coughed twice, then said seriously.

Zhao Duobao said with a "ah" and said, "So it's silver... Isn't my sister better than silver?"

"Duobao, don't talk nonsense anymore!"

The King of Qin knew that his sister was sometimes weird and sometimes confused, and couldn't help but laugh and cry. He knew that if she let her continue, Yang Xu and Zhao Duofu would feel embarrassed, so he rebuked softly.

King Qin became serious. Zhao Duobao was really scared and didn't dare to speak loudly. He just pouted and said to himself: "Is what I said wrong? That's what it was..."

The King of Qin cleared his throat and said loudly: "Yang Xu, you write this poem well! Since Duobao said he wanted to reward you, what do you want? Except for silver... Can you still lack silver by relying on restaurants and perfume shops?"

Yang Xu said: "Not! Of course, lack! Yang Family Restaurant and Yang's Perfume Shop seem to be glorious on the surface, but in fact they can't make a few taels of silver... Think about it, employee salary, raw material costs, etc., which one does not require a lot of expenses? Alas, now, I am just barely trying to make a living."

He kept calling him poor there, and of course none of the people on the scene believed it.

Perfume soap is Yang Xu's exclusive secret recipe. Few people know how much it costs.

But the Yang Family Restaurant is a real daily money-making game. Yang Xu has a lot of shares in it. His employees' salaries and other expenses are limited. How can he make less money?

The King of Qin laughed and nodded Yang Xu and said, "You, you are jealous of money! Tell you, there is no money, you can choose something else!"

Yang Xu thought for a while and said, "Then the King of Qin will reward me with a few pieces of land!"

The King of Qin was stunned and asked, "Didn't you buy a small manor outside the imperial city? What else do you want to do?"

Yang Xu said: "I want to grow something and raise something."

Among the industries under the Qinwang Mansion, there are many field manors. Yang Xu agreed to write poems, but in fact he came here for this.

The population of the Imperial Capital is far more than one million, and the people are quite rich. Yang Xu had long thought of building greenhouses outside the city to grow off-season vegetables, or raising chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep, so he would not have to worry about no sales.

Yang Xu had someone observe that although many people breed livestock near the imperial capital, they have not formed a scale. If they can do this, it will be a great source of wealth and benefit many people.

Now that Yang Xu has decided to surrender to the King of Qin, there will naturally be a King of Qin in the future.

Emperor Qinglong was diligent in his work and loved the people. If this was done well, the weight of the King of Qin in Emperor Qinglong's heart would naturally increase, which would be of great benefit to the King of Qin's future battle for the throne.

However, Yang Xu does not plan to tell the King of Qin for the time being, and it will not be too late to talk about this when it starts in the future.

He is now asking the King of Qin for land, and he also wants to see if the King of Qin really attaches importance to him.

The King of Qin thought for a while and asked, "How much land do you want?"

Yang Xu rubbed his hands and said with a thick face: "Of course the more, the better!"

The King of Qin asked Su Cheng to check the information about the fields under the royal palace, and then said to Yang Xu: "I am outside the city, there is a manor of nearly 500 acres, which happens to be adjacent to your manor. If you like it, I will give it to you. How about it?"

Five hundred acres of land were far beyond expectations for Yang Xu, so when he heard the King of Qin's words, his eyes couldn't help but shine.

"Thank you for the great reward of King Qin!"

Amid the envious eyes of many officials at the scene, Yang Xu stood up, bowed deeply to the King of Qin, and said with gratitude.
Chapter completed!