"By the way, Brother Xiangyang, Her Royal Highness the Princess invited us to the Taoist Temple as a guest today, and I originally wanted to bring Brother Taibai with us, but today's scene should not be possible."

When Wang Changling went to Yuzhen Temple one day, he met Princess Yuzhen, and mentioned his friend to her, and he also brought Li Bai's poetry booklet.

Although Princess Yuzhen had heard of Li Bai occasionally, she was not familiar with it, but after seeing this person's poems, she also appreciated it greatly, so she agreed to Wang Changling's request on the spot and had time to meet this person.

In Wang Changling's view, Li Bai was able to get an audience with Princess Yuzhen, and his role was no less than that of the ministers of the court, to some extent, Princess Yuzhen and the emperor himself were sometimes the same person.

With the mediation of Princess Yuzhen, the emperor's appreciation of Li Bai and even his reuse are just around the corner.

"Hey, it's a pity to think about it, Brother Taibai came to Chang'an with all the hard work, and the purpose was not to have the opportunity to share the worries of the saint, but he didn't expect that when the opportunity was in front of him, his people were no longer in Chang'an."

Meng Haoran sighed.

"Perhaps, fate has not yet arrived, right?"

Wang Wei is a person who believes in fate.

Just like he believed that being able to meet Princess Yuzhen in this life was also a fate that was originally arranged by God.

Although he became famous when he was young, he still lost his name to Sun Shan in the first imperial examination, and his success was defeated. Later, I met a nobleman, and I was driven from it to get the reception of Princess Yuzhen, and Princess Yuzhen was happy when she saw Wang Wei at first sight.

Later, under the operation of the princess, Wang Wei's poem name quickly spread throughout the government and the opposition, and even the emperor personally appointed Wang Wei and asked him to write poems for the Shangyuan Festival Lantern Festival in a certain year.

With such a layer of foreshadowing and warm-up, Wang Wei's poetry has reached the peak of its heyday.

In the imperial examination in the second year, Wang Wei passed all the way, and directly won the first place in the examination and became the champion of the year.

In Wang Wei's heart, Princess Yuzhen is a true daughter that she will never meet again in her life.

She was his nobleman.

It was also the joy of his young and early years.

However, Princess Yuzhen has already become a monk.

And he has already been married to other women.

Sometimes Wang Weidu felt that this was the most merciless teasing of him by God.

Let two people with hearts, but they can't deliver each other's hearts.

"Let's go, Maha Jie, young uncle, let's go, don't let Princess Yuzhen wait for a long time."

Meng Haoran cheered up and reminded everyone.

Outside, the clouds dispersed and the snow fell.

It's another rare sunny day.

It's just that I don't know where the person who is eager to return home has gone on the lonely road at this moment.

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Chang'an City is a super bustling metropolis, and as the center of the world, the city is worthy of the name of this megacity without a single refreshing or jaw-dropping thing happening every day.

The people of Chang'an City are also accustomed to it.

However, since the day before yesterday, there has been a game in Pingkang Fang, where you can throw stones into the hole in an abandoned house, and those who throw a total of ten stones can go to the Hu Ji Bun Shop next door to get a donkey meat bun!

At first, everyone was suspicious of this news, but as the crowd of circumstantial evidence increased, the news spread faster and faster, so that almost a day, the people of the entire Chang'an City knew the news.

In many cases, people are not because of the lack of that meat bun to eat, but more because of people's psychology of watching the excitement and seeking verification and puzzles, since the rumors are so bizarre, everyone wants to try it to see if it is indeed reliable.

And for those who are already short of food and clothing, it is even more fatal temptation, especially the homeless people in Chang'an City, the poor living in poverty, and the children who are full of physical strength and have nowhere to vent, have become frequent visitors to this game.

In order to eat a satisfying meal of meat buns from Hu Ji Bun Shop, some people can carry hundreds or thousands of stones from a distance with various tools such as baskets and baskets at a time, and then line up and throw them into the pit.

In this way, they can have a beautiful meal of donkey meat buns from Hu Ji Bun Shop.

This steamed bun is like eating it can be addictive, especially for those who have never eaten or can't afford to eat the steamed buns of Hu Kee Bun Shop.

The providers of the game's rewards have also become the subject of constant speculation.

Who would play such a game with the people of Chang'an City?

You know, so many buns, it's not a small amount!

However, because he has reached an agreement with the owner of Hu Ji's steamed bun shop, he must keep this secret, so no matter how people ask, Hu Lingneng is always tight-lipped, people ask, he laughs and does not speak.

After you finish throwing, he won't feel distressed or reluctant to give up those two buns.

Of course, Hu Lingneng was not distressed.

But the guys who were tired of the helpers of the bun shop for the past few days sweated like rain every day and worked desperately to barely supply the expectant eyes of the people who came to pick up the buns.

Therefore, the final result of this incident is that not only the controller behind the game has become the object of heated discussion, but even Hu Ji Bun Shop has become the most well-known bun shop in Chang'an City for a while, and almost overnight it has surpassed several other bun shops that have always been on par with Hu Ji Bun Shop.

This makes the corners of Hu Lingneng's mouth sometimes can't help but tilt upward.

His bun shop now has enough daily turnover to meet his usual half-year flow, as long as he insists on three more days, he wants to give himself half a year off this year!

"Boss Hu, is your business okay lately?"

Yang Jian didn't know when he appeared in front of Hu Lingneng.

Chang'an City has been very lively these days, but Yang Jian seems to have disappeared, he almost never comes here, but grandpa Xu Geng knows that in the past two days, Yang Jian went to the Thirteen School Park to give the princes and princesses a half-day lesson, and on the other day, he accompanied himself to the streets of Chang'an to sing for a day.

In the half day of the pivot, Yang Jian also went to Father Qin's house to see how the piano he made was progressing.

He was relieved until he confirmed that everything was going according to plan and expectations.

And because his work is really too busy, Yang Jian discussed it with his grandfather and Father Qin, and hired the honest Huang Laosan as his assistant, who is responsible for registering the venue availability information and application information for the second day of the artist's performance every day.

Huang Laosan has a lot of children, and it is good to have this errand, because Yang Jian will give all his work remuneration to Huang Laosan.

This made Huang Laosan even more grateful.

He only felt that he had met a living Bodhisattva, so he almost knelt down and kowtowed, and thanked him a thousand times.

"Thanks to you, Hu's business today can be described as full."

Hu Lingneng's face was a pleasant and satisfied smile.

The number of people throwing stones has been increasing these days, and he has temporarily increased his manpower three times to help maintain order and register the inventory.

But he's still happy.

Although he has never understood why the kid in front of him would do such a stupid thing.

Maybe he's just a fool of money, right?

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