On the first night of arriving in Chang'an City, Lu Xin didn't sleep well. So when I woke up the next day, it was already noon. Qian Xiaoyue knocked on the door several times early, but there was no response.

When Lu Xin opened the door and went out, he found that there were more than a dozen dishes at the door, but they were already cold, and the subordinates of the Qian Mansion were just cleaning up. Seeing Lu Xin, he hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Master Lu, you finally woke up, the master specially instructed that when you wake up, let the room cook again. If you have any preferences or taboos, you can tell the small ones. ”

"No, I'm not hungry. What about you ladies? I'm looking for her. ”

"Miss? She left the house early in the morning, and she should have gone to the Yanxiang Building in Jing'anfang. ”

Beyond the Qian Mansion is the South Street of the West Market, where a fire last night made this lively trade market extremely deserted. Although the fire on South Street was not serious, there was still a strong smell of fireworks and burnt fire in the wind blowing from the east.

The entrance to the West Market has been completely blocked by the people of the government, and each gate is heavily guarded. And it's not the official of Yongzhou Mansion, looking at the outfit, it should be the emperor's Yuan Cong Forbidden Army, and some people from Dali Temple. It can be seen that the fire in Xishi has been taken seriously by Emperor Taizong.

After all, the scientific expedition is about to be held, and at this juncture, no matter what accident happens to the Beijing Division, the imperial court will be ridiculed by the world. What's more, the emperor lives in Chang'an City, if this fire burns into the Vermilion Bird Gate, will it be fine?

What happened last night, Lu Xin naturally remembers it vividly. Among them, there is an onmyoji, and it is absolutely impossible to be an accident. He really wanted to find out the truth, but Li Chunfeng had already gone into retreat, so he had to give up.

Out of Xicheng, Lu Xin walked all the way south along Suzaku Street. There is still a lot of people in the market, and the people are talking about the fire in the West Market last night. Jing'an Fang is not too far, but Lu Xin is not familiar with the roads of Chang'an City, and it took a full hour to get there. According to the subordinates of the Qian Mansion, the Yanxiang Building is in the largest alley in Jing'anfang. It is the place with the most literati and ink writers in the whole Chang'an City, selling not only paper, ink, pen and inkstone, but also fine wine and delicacies. Of course, you can also see a large number of beauties.

Lu Xin didn't pay much attention to the words of the subordinate at the time, and when he arrived downstairs in Yanxiang, he found that there were red ribbons hanging everywhere on the three-story building in front of him. When people stand far away, they can smell the smell of rouge gouache. Four scantily clad women stood at the door, welcoming the send-off, and the smiles on their faces never went down. This place is like a green building.

"How could this girl come to such a place to play?"

Secretly wondering in his heart, Lu Xin was hesitant to go in. At this time, the four women at the door suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Lu Xin and didn't let go.

"Childe is so handsome, but he came to my inkstone building for fun?"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee, a talented man should be accompanied by a beautiful woman, and he should not read three thousand troubles. This son, how about letting the slave family accompany you? ”

"Sisters, I'll take a look, just take a look!"

Suddenly surrounded by such a group of swallows and warblers, and smelling the rich smell of rouge on the tip of his nose, Lu Xin instantly blushed. Speaking of which, he is only eleven years old, and he is far from being a good woman.

"Oh, what does Childe want to see, I have it in Yanxianglou. This floor sells fine wine and delicacies, delicacies from the mountains and seas. The second floor sells pen, ink, paper, inkstone, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This third floor, hehehehe...... Beauty is like endowment, singing and dancing. Discipline the son, lingering, like a drunk. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll go to the second floor, sisters, goodbye, goodbye."

"Childe, please come in."

"Mom, what kind of person is this, scared the baby to death."

Lu Xin entered the gate, and when he looked back, he still felt a palpitation. It is said that this woman is like water, but if she is too enthusiastic, it is boiling water.

The first floor of the Yanxiang Building is indeed a place to sell fine wine and food. When you enter it, you can immediately smell a variety of fragrances. The first floor has a large space, and at least 30 sets of tables and chairs are placed at a rough look. At this point, almost all seats were already full. The customers are men of all ages. Or drink wine, or eat vegetables. Everyone has one or two women by their side. Hugging his waist and facing his mouth, the scene is very fragrant.

Lu Xin looked around and saw that there was no Qian Xiaoyue, so he went directly to the second floor. Walking through the two-story spiral staircase, Lu Xin's eyes lit up, as if he had entered another world.

Here, calligraphy and paintings are hung everywhere, and there is a screen every few steps. The screens were all woven of fine silk, and were also painted, inscribed, and stamped with large seals. The air is filled with the faint scent of ink and the unique fragrance of fine wood.

In addition, the entire second floor is divided into four sections. Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, in each area, and a large number of pens, ink, paper, and inkstones are placed. Hundreds of young men walked up and down these areas, chanting poetry, painting, playing the harp, or singing...... The scene seems to be chaotic, but everyone is very well-behaved, and the sound they make is not loud. In addition to the open space, there is also a separate box on the second floor, which is very well soundproofed.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lu Xin was undoubtedly shocked. This place is simply a paradise for readers. Compared with the glitz of the market on the first floor, this second floor is a place of seclusion outside the world, and it is much more elegant.

"Yan Qi breathes the night fight, and the horns stop the bow. The north wind hissed the horses, and the frost cut the horses...... This Yang Su's poem has no swords and swords, but it writes about the misery of war, which is terrifying. Fortunately, if it is peaceful today, we and other scholars don't have to worry about dying tragically under the scimitar of the Hu people. ”

"Tut-tut, Brother Lu. If you read the poems of the generals of the former dynasty in Chang'an City, you are not afraid of being sued to the government? ”

On the south side of the second floor, there is a bookshelf, and several young people are looking through the scrolls on it. Near these people is an area where calligraphy is practiced. Of course, every piece of paper used for writing costs money.

"Rest assured, under the rule of Emperor Taizong, the imperial court will not be so mediocre. Don't say that I read Yang Su's poems, but what about reading Yang Guang's poems? ”

The young man was dressed in a white robe with a round neck, holding a yellowed scroll of paper, holding his head up and his chest high. When the people around him saw it, they hurriedly persuaded him not to make a noise, obviously frightened.

"If you want me to say, it's better to be Hanfu. Its shape is also, like a frightening flood, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. Forced to observe it, the scorching waves appeared. What a beauty, what a tenderness! ”

"Hmph, no matter how talented Cao Zhi is, he still can't escape depression. Born in the wrong era, he is also a sad person. Ladies and gentlemen, it is now the world of Datang. I think that the poetry of this dynasty is superior. ”

Just as a few people were arguing, a teenager suddenly put down the pen in his hand and walked from behind the screen to the bookshelf. Because of his short stature, Lu Xin hadn't noticed this person before.

The child was dressed very plainly, dressed in cloth, with his hair disheveled, and his face was yellow and thin. But those eyes were unusually bright, as if they were transformed by the stars. What's even more strange is that Lu Xin actually felt a trace of mana from the child's body.

"Could it be that the true fire of Taoism has been condensed?"

Lu Xin couldn't believe his feelings, the child in front of him, looking a few years younger than himself, if he really cultivated mana, it would be terrifying. After all, looking at what he wears, it doesn't look like it's from a certain sect or family.

"Hahahaha, where did the poor boy come from, his tone is so arrogant? Little brother, do you know what Fu is and what poetry is? ”

"Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and the city is a nine-fold gate. Don't see the emperor's palace, and know the son of heaven. Before I arrived in Chang'an, I thought that there were talented and beautiful people everywhere in this Beijing division. Now it seems that the people at the foot of this imperial city are nothing more than that. ”

The child recited four lines of poetry, and when he had finished speaking, he laughed and left. Several young people looked at each other, as if they were suddenly stupid, and froze in place. However, when the child came around the corner, he stopped again,

"When the secretary of the dynasty, Lord Wei Zheng, there was a poem that should be remembered by the people who read the world. At the beginning of the Central Plains, he chased the deer, and put pen to paper. Vertical and horizontal calculations are not enough, but generosity is still there...... In this world, there has never been real peace. My generation is a scholar, and what we want is not only glory and wealth. What kind of prince will Xiangning have? Remember, my name is Luo Bing Wang. Nine days later, the scientific expedition will be goodbye. ”

At this point, the child finally sank his face completely, and then strode away, soon disappearing at the top of the staircase. Lu Xin stepped forward to pick up the rice paper left by the child, and saw a few cursive strokes of dragon swimming in the wind, indescribably magnificent.

"The world is lucky!"

There are only four words on the paper, and the weight of the pen leaves a deep mark on the table. Lu Xin felt a little thirsty for a while, and swallowed his saliva twice.

"Luo Bing Wang...... If I'm not mistaken, this person should be one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty. I didn't expect that at such a young age, he would have such terrifying attainments! ”

Lu Xin didn't put down the rice paper for a long time, and the four words left by the child were majestic and the penmanship was exquisite. Of the calligraphy he had ever seen, only the characters of the mute Wu could match it. But the words of the dumb Wu, written with a sword, have been practiced for at least thirty years! It can be seen from this that this self-proclaimed child of King Luo Bing has such a terrifying talent.

"Hey, hey, little girl, you came to this inkstone building in disguise as a man, just for this piano? It's a pity, the piano has nine virtues, and it is a gentleman's instrument. According to the rules, this piano ...... It can't be given to a woman. ”

"Hmph, what's wrong with the woman, the woman can't play the piano? I tell you, this girl has won the competition, and this piano is mine. ”

Clang!

With the sound of strings plucking, the door of a box on the north side of the second floor suddenly shattered. At the same time, a slender figure fell out and crashed into a pile of guqins.