Ten miles of Chang'an Street, because of the appearance of the current science and technology scholars and very lively, and as the largest green building in Chang'an City, the elegy building, is also full of people coming and going, endlessly.

There are scholars who have won the examination and fame, ministers who have completed the work, as well as those children of the marquis who have hereditary titles, and even scholars who have failed to make the list, all gathered in this elegiac building, for no other reason, just because Murong Wanting, the flower of the elegy building, once made a promise, and now the champion Lang is only thirty years old, and she is willing to wait with her body, and now the champion Lang Shangfei is only twenty and five years old.

Talented and beautiful women, it has been a hot topic for many years, in Chang'an Street, no one does not know the name of Murong Wanting, the flower of the elegy building, and even those peddlers and pawns have heard of Murong Wanting's name.

In Chang'an City, countless princes and nobles spend a lot of money to kiss Murong Wanting's fragrance, but they can't get it, the general ** loves money, and there is a little bit of beauty** love pretty, but Murong Wanting is a geisha in Qinglou, and it is no longer possible to be impressed by money and appearance.

In this Tang Dynasty, those who are one level higher than money and appearance are only talented, and when it comes to Qinglou women like Murong Wanting, it is no longer possible to impress them with money and appearance alone.

On the third day after the end of the Qionglin banquet, Shang Fei, the champion Lang, took the scholar Qingmu Mountain and came to the elegiac building, because a prince invited the Jinshi in the elegiac building, and Shang Fei, as the head of the Jinshi, naturally would not not come.

Champion Lang is already equivalent to Wenqu Xing in the folk, but Champion Lang, there will be one every time he takes the exam, but the prince, especially the prince who holds the real power, in that dynasty, there is only this one.

Gaining fame, becoming an official in the court, and benefiting the people of the party is the greatest wish of scholars. And now, Shang Fei has taken the first step, but if he offends the prince, I am afraid that he will be the champion. I can only spend my whole life in the Hanlin Monastery to repair the scriptures and books.

In this regard, Shang Fei is naturally unwilling, in his early twenties, it is a good time to show his ambitions, and ten years of hard study. How can you be bound to the Hanlin Academy, what you have learned in your life can't be used to benefit the country, so what's the use.

Qing Mushan watched his young master walk into the elegiac building, and he, in the envious eyes of the other scholars from the Jinshi Gate, also walked in.

This time, the prince invited the Jinshi of the current branch to a banquet, and the servants and scholars were not allowed to enter, but the young master of his own family specially made it clear to the housekeeper of the palace. I wanted to bring the scholar with me, and in the end, the palace steward also agreed.

"Mushan, look at this grand occasion in Chang'an, this is the prosperous place of my Datang, compared to our hometown, it is really a heaven and a place. ”

The prince was feasting on the highest floor of the elegy building, the fifth floor, and Shang Fei was on the fourth floor. Looking at the pole, looking at the Chang'an City below, he said.

"Young master, of course our hometown can't be compared with Chang'an City. What kind of place is Chang'an City, this is at the feet of the Son of Heaven. Qing Mushan looked at the high spirits on his young master's face and replied.

"Yes, Chang'an City is at the foot of the Son of Heaven and a prosperous capital, but look over there. ”

Shang Fei's fingers suddenly pointed in a direction in the city. Qingmushan looked in the direction of his young master's finger, it was a poor street in Chang'an City, the houses on both sides were very dilapidated, and at this moment, under this house, many people with yellow faces and thin muscles were holding bowls, these people, with numb expressions on their faces, in their eyes, there was no hope.

"Xing, the people are suffering, dying, the people are suffering, my Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty is so wise and majestic, the rule of Zhenguan, the submission of small countries in all directions, the peace of the country and the people, although there is the power of natural disasters, but the courtiers work together to save the people in dire straits, and then look at the present, the princes and ministers linger in the land of flowers and willows, Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. ”

After saying this, Shang Fei flicked his sleeves and walked towards the fifth floor of the elegy building, and Qingmu Mountain, looking at his young master's figure, he knew that the young master didn't want to come here, and he didn't bother to be with those people above.

The Oiran of the Elegy House is beautiful.

Qingmu Mountain stood behind the young master, looking at the red-clothed light gauze woman who came out of the platform, and walked slowly towards the young master, the swaying Miaoman figure, and the unique fragrance, made Qingmu Mountain's pupils shrink sharply.

She is the Oiran of the Elegy Building, Murong Wanting.

"Wan Ting salutes Shang Gongzi for a cup. ”

That night, Shang Fei was the most dazzling, at the same table with the prince, the Oiran was waiting beside him, how many dignitaries and nobles in Chang'an City wanted a beautiful woman who kissed Fangze, but at this moment he was willing to be a person, waiting on the side of the champion, pouring wine and adding food, I don't know how many people upstairs were envious.

However, after the banquet ended, Shang Fei surprised everyone, and did not stay in this elegiac building to become a good friend with Murong Wanting that week, but directly drunk on the wine table, and finally, he was sent back to his residence by the scholar Qingmu Mountain.

Yes, the prince originally planned to let Shang Fei rest in the elegiac building directly, but Qingmushan repeatedly refused, and even in the face of the prince, he was still humble, saying that the young master had explained that if he was drunk, he must go back to the inn.

After the banquet, all the people of Chang'an knew that Zhuangyuanlang was drunk with a glass, and in the same way, Qingmu Mountain was also famous, and the scholar of Zhuangyuanlang confronted the prince, not only did the prince not blame, but because he was loyal to the lord, he was rewarded with a hundred taels of silver, which also became a beautiful talk in the market, and everyone was appreciating the prince's big belly.

In this banquet, there was no loser, Zhuang Yuanlang drank good wine and enjoyed the service of the beauty, the scholar Qingmu Mountain won the title of a loyal protector, and the prince also became a pot-bellied person, but if you really want to say that there is a loser, it is the Oiran Murong Wanting who loses.

Even if it is a Qinglou woman, who doesn't want to have a future, not to mention, Murong Wanting, a woman of the Oiran level, is even more innocent, this body is only entrusted to one person, and many good people joked: "Little scholar, I don't understand the amorous feelings, Zhuang Yuanlang missed a good relationship, and I don't know if Zhuangyuanlang will drive the scholar away in a fit of anger after he wakes up." ”

Outsiders' speculation is just speculation after all, and the next day, Qingmushan told the young master what happened when the young master was drunk last night, but the young master just smiled and didn't say anything.

A month later, the appointment of Shang Fei from above finally came down, however, this appointment caused an uproar in the entire market, and even more puzzled this batch of Jinshi. In the same period, Bangyan and Tanhua were both directly appointed to the position of Wupin in the matter.

Hongzhou, what kind of place is that, it is a land of poor mountains and bad waters, the people are fierce, and there is no oil and water, what is the difference between being an official there and exile?

Qingmushan felt unconvinced for his own young master, his own young master was the champion, but he was only eight grades, why.

However, after his young master received the appointment, he just smiled, and the next day he packed his luggage and left Chang'an City, and on the moat bridge outside Chang'an City, the young master said this to himself.

"If you don't help me go back that day, maybe now our master and servant will stay in the capital, but that's fine, leave the capital, and let the birds fly from now on. ”

Two batches of horses, carrying the champion and the scholar of this section, left the bustling Chang'an City, and the elegiac building was still singing night and night, and no one was paying attention to when the champion left.

Wang fu.

The prince wearing a brocade robe sat in the main hall, and below, a woman knelt on the ground, trembling all over, this woman was none other than Murong Wanting, the flower of the Elegy Building.

And beside the woman, there was also a man kneeling, this man was dressed in green clothes, and when he raised his head, he revealed a familiar face, the scholar of Lang Shangfei, Qingmu Mountain.

"Lord Wang, my young master fell in love with Miss Murong in the elegy building back then, although he was in Hongzhou, he still missed Miss Murong, and begged the prince to call the shots and give Miss Murong to my young master, and my young master was grateful. ”

Sitting on top of the high seat, the prince looked at Qingmu Mountain playfully, and then looked at Murong Wanting who was kneeling on the ground trembling, if it wasn't for the scholar of the champion lang who came to the door today, he would have forgotten the champion lang three years ago.

"A beautiful woman with a talented son, I agreed to your young master's request, Wanting, you go to clean up now, and go to Hongzhou with this scholar tomorrow, and serve Zhuangyuanlang with peace of mind in the future." ”

As soon as the prince said this, Qingmushan breathed a sigh of relief, and Murong Wanting on the side showed a sad look on her face, she wanted to refuse, but thinking of the prince's methods, thinking of the fate of those sisters who disobeyed the prince's orders, in the end she could only nod her head unwillingly.

In the Tang Dynasty, the power of the prince leans towards the government and the opposition, when the emperor is young, addicted to beauty and fun, and has no intention of government, the prince holds power in one hand, and even in the Shilin, there is a faint rumor, "Today's imperial examination, only the prince decides, offended the prince, even if it is the champion, he must not face the fate of being assigned." ”

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However, after Qingmushan returned to Hongzhou with Murong Wanting, he did not bring Murong Wanting back to the mansion, but bought another mansion and secretly hid Jiaojiao.

Half a month later, the champion Lang Shangfei was promoted from the county to the county commander because of his meritorious service in governing the jurisdiction, and in the past three years, the champion Lang Shangfei, who had not been promoted once, was promoted to an official position less than half a month after his scholar took back the Oiran Murong Wanting of the elegy building.

In the next few years, Zhuang Yuanlang made even more progress, from the county order to Sima, from Sima to the governor, from the governor to the lower governor's mansion, and then to the last governor of the Hongzhou Governor's Mansion, and truly became a feudal official who held the power of the army. (To be continued.) )