Early the next morning, Zhang Wei got up, and after breakfast, it was time for him to go back to Chang'an.

Before leaving, Li Shangyin and Wen Tingyun repeatedly told him to give the letter to Ling Huxuan.

It is related to Li Shangyin's future and fate, and Zhang Wei certainly does not dare to take it lightly. On the way back, Zhang Wei has been thinking about what kind of way to help Li Shangyin send the letter to Linghu Mansion?

It is a bit dangerous to climb over the wall to get in, after all, the wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion is much higher than the wall of the school, although there is no high wall power grid, but there are many wolf-like tigers in it, if you are caught, you will definitely have to break half your life;

There is still the possibility of going in directly through the door, but if people don't ask you to go, why should you Zhang Wei go in? It's okay to make up a reason, but if it is exposed, it won't be easy to mix up in the future.

Just made up lies to coax others when he was on an errand in other people's mansions, and it was not good to say it. Although Zhang Wei's image was not very good before, but when he came to the new society, he had to leave a good impression on Ling Hulu and those people.

Otherwise, there is still a long way to go, how should I mix it?

I thought about it all the way but didn't come up with a good way.

Hey---, bragging about killing someone, but I've already taken the matter into my hands, what should I do?

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but come to my workplace--- Linghu grocery store.

"Oh, why did you come back, Gongzi Zhang?" As soon as he arrived at the door, Han San stepped forward and said.

What's wrong?

Did I come back late, or did something significant happen during my absence?

Looking at Han San's anxious look, Zhang Wei thought to himself that my little buddy, how much does it matter if I am not there or not, is it worth being surprised like that?

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhang Wei didn't just ask.

"Oh, you don't know. Yesterday afternoon, the eldest son of Linghu sent someone to the store to invite you to the house. You said that you don't have a place to live in Chang'an, and you don't have a few friends who are good and good friends, where did you go? Han San said.

Linghu is looking for me?

What he was looking for me to do, Zhang Wei couldn't figure it out.

"In order to find you, the shopkeeper sent out all the guys in the store, and after looking for a whole afternoon, he still didn't find your face, embarrassed like something, and now I'm still angry."

"There is such a thing, do you know what Linghu Gongzi is looking for me?"

"Oh, good my eldest son Zhang, what kind of character is that eldest son of Linghu, how do I know what people are looking for you about? All you have to do now is go to the backyard, where the shopkeeper is waiting for you. He said to go to him as soon as you came back. Han San said to Zhang Wei.

Linghu Dechang can always wait for himself to come back, it seems that this thing is true.

"No need, tell me where you went this night, it's easy for everyone to find it." Before Zhang Wei returned to the backyard, Linghu Dechang had already come out.

"Oh---, it turned out to be the shopkeeper. That's right, I have a good friend in the village in the south of the city, and I went to see him yesterday when I had nothing to do. I don't know what is the important thing for the shopkeeper? Zhang Wei is also telling the truth.

"Well--, that's how it is. If there is such a matter in the future, be sure to inform each other so that there is no trouble finding you. "Linghu Dechang has seen the world in the end, although he is also anxious in his heart, but he is very stable, "That's the case, yesterday the eldest son sent someone over to say that there was something important to invite you to the house, and since you were not there at the time, I went back to them." He said that he would let you go to the house as soon as you returned. In this case, I will send you a car to take you to Xiangguo's mansion. ”

"I don't know what Ling Fox is looking for me?" Zhang Wei couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart, thinking that he had just promised Li Shangyin, Wen Tingyun and others to help carry the letter to Ling Huxuan, and today's opportunity would come.

Isn't God helping me in secret?

While speaking, the carriage and horses were ready, and Zhang Wei got into the car and headed towards the Prime Minister's Mansion in Chongrenfang.

Prime Minister's House.

The two subordinates who were on duty at the gate today were the two subordinates who blocked Wen Tingyun from entering the mansion that day.

Since Linghu Grocery Store is a store in their own house, their car can directly enter the Xiangfu without inspection.

When entering the door, Zhang Wei deliberately poked his head out, smiled at the two doormen, and then snapped his fingers.

"Huh? Didn't this kid come in with Wen Tingyun that day? How could he be in a grocery store today? The two men looked at Zhang Wei who greeted them in surprise, looking surprised.

That's what you want, and if you're surprised, I'll be proud.

Hmph, see it, don't say that I didn't look down on you two watchdogs, even today, I still didn't take you seriously.

Zhang Wei deliberately waved his hand at them, and then drove directly to Ling Hu's room.

The two men looked at Zhang Wei who was walking away, stretched out their right hands, followed his example, and snapped their fingers a few times, all of them were like fart sounds, none of them were as loud as Zhang Wei.

Time flies so fast, the first time I came here was still summer, Zhang Wei remembered that the two maids around Ling Hulu were fanning him hard.

More than a month later, the weather has cooled down, and at this time, Ling Huzhu is sitting in the room pretending to read a book.

Oh, it's really strange, the famous Linghu Changzi can still read books, what kind of books will make him so intoxicated?

Mo is not "The Golden Plum Bottle" or "The Monk of the Lamp Grass" and other best-selling books that taught him life techniques.

But when I think about it, there were no such books at that time! The widely circulated famous books such as "Golden Vase Plum" and "Lamp Grass Monk" were also after the Ming Dynasty, hundreds of years later than the Tang Dynasty.

So what kind of books are so fascinating to Ling Fox?

Zhang Wei didn't know.

"Zhang Wei is here, come in." Just when Zhang Wei was thinking nonsense, Ling Hulu saw Zhang Wei standing outside the house and said to him happily.

Zhang Wei hurriedly walked into the house and said to Ling Huxuan: "Zhang Wei has seen Gongzi, I wish Gongzi a long life, and happiness and heaven." ”

"It's all from the same house, and they are so polite, sit down and talk." Ling Hulu pointed to the chair next to him and said to Zhang Wei.

Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days, but Ling Hu Zhen has really changed, become polite, and learn to respect people. He even let one of his subordinates sit in front of him.

Zhang Wei didn't sit down, he has been in Datang for so long, and he still understands the common sense of dignity and order.

In front of a noble person like Ling Huxuan, it's better not to sit down as a buddy, "I'm still standing, even if the son has something to say, I'll listen." ”

"Okay, okay, it's okay if you don't want to sit down." Now that Zhang Wei knew his identity, and even more so that he knew that he was respectful and orderly, Ling Hu Ji no longer reluctantly said to him, "That's the case, a few days ago, I took a few friends to the 'Orchid Wine Shop' for dinner, and when I was listening to the song and dance, the orchids there were all praising your singing voice was very unusual, it was simply a natural sound. And the songs you sing are also different from our Datang's. What is it called? ”

"A pot of old wine."

"Yes, yes, it's just a pot of old wine. That day I listened to the singer of the orchid restaurant probably sing your song, and I was very interested; After returning home, I searched through all the poems from the pre-Qin period to the present day, but I never found the same lyrics and songs. I asked you to come over today just to talk about your story about this song. Ling Huzhu said.

Ling Hulu, who is a gentleman, is so interested in poetry? This was beyond Zhang Wei's expectations.

In his opinion, people like Ling Huyu like nothing more than drinking, singing, teasing birds, walking dogs, and then going to brothels to have fun and relax.

I didn't expect that Ling Hulu still likes poetry, and he also has an indomitable and hard-working energy.

"As long as the son likes it, of course Zhang Wei is willing."

"That's good." Ling Hu was very happy, and then asked Zhang Wei: "Is this pot of old wine you are singing a poem or a word card?" What kind of discipline is it? If so, what kind of poetry is it? ”

For the song "A Pot of Old Wine" sung by Zhang Wei, Hu Yu was puzzled and asked a series of questions.

What is a pot of old wine?

Is it poetry, or is it lyrics?

Of course Zhang Wei didn't know, in his opinion, this pot of old wine was nothing more than a very ordinary song. Why is it so clear in the Tang Dynasty?

Poetry, metrics, genres? None of this matters, the important thing is that as long as it sounds good and sounds enjoyable, it doesn't matter what kind of rhythm it is.