Northern Song Dynasty, Bianjing City, Yujie North.

"Someone, the little prince has jumped off the building!"

A young and somewhat shrill voice spread throughout the restaurant.

This restaurant is located in the most prosperous place in the capital, not to mention that the prince jumped off the building, even if it is a dog jumping off the building, there will be a large group of people to watch.

So in the blink of an eye, there was a large circle of people in front of the restaurant, and in the middle of the circle, there was a person lying on his stomach.

Although there were a lot of onlookers, none of them dared to step forward, didn't you hear - the one who jumped off the building was a little prince.

A scholar who looked like a scholar was squatting down and testing his nose with his hand, and then his face changed miserably.

Just when the little scholar was wiping his tears and was at a loss, the little prince lying on the ground suddenly bowed up.

Everyone was in an uproar, and the little scholar seemed to be stunned, so he didn't help him.

"I fell to death, it really hurts, I will never jump off the building again!"

The people on the ground suddenly stopped getting up, as if they had been frozen in an instant.

Zhao Yunrang, the grandson of Zhao Kuangyi of Song Taizong, and the youngest son of Zhao Yuanyan, the king of Zhou, known as the eight kings, is pampered and arrogant, unlearned, and a little stupid, so people on the street secretly call him "stupid prince".

What crossed into Zhao Yunrang is a soul from modern times, and the name is similar, called Zhao Rang.

Zhao Rang's previous life was definitely a tragic life, and the word "let" is simply a portrayal of his life.

A pair of superb parents, a pair of superb younger siblings, even if he studied hard and was amazingly talented, in the end he could only go to a higher vocational school to engage in design, even if he worked hard to draw drawings, but in the end he couldn't even take out a hundred yuan in his pocket.

It wasn't until he was overworked, coughing up blood and kneeling in front of his parents with a lung cancer test sheet that he knew he was just an orphan who had been adopted.

People have a joke - a jump from a tall building, but a grudge.

Unexpectedly, he actually crossed over to a little prince who also jumped off the building.

"Since God has given me such an opportunity, then I will start over, in this life, unless I am willing, no one can let me back down, from today on, I am the little prince of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Yunrang!"

The memories fused quickly, and Zhao Yunrang's eyes became more and more clever, a group of fox friends and dog friends, what a dog!

Zhao Yunrang slowly got up from the ground, and the scholar next to him suddenly pounced: "Little prince, you're okay - you're okay!" That's great! ”

As he spoke, he burst into tears.

Zhao Yunrang glanced at him: "What are you crying for?" I don't want to avenge the little prince, just know how to shed tears! ”

This scholar was a little dazed, you must know that the upstairs are all Zhao Yunrang's so-called friends, and when he sees it himself, he is going to kowtow.

Zhao Yunrang also thought of this, and couldn't help but feel sad for the original owner, why can't he even tell the difference between hypocrisy and falsehood, what kind of friends do he make, is he really a stupid prince?

But when I thought about it, I couldn't even tell the difference between my parents and relatives, and I didn't have the face to say that others were stupid.

"Let's go, I'll go upstairs with Master!"

The little scholar blurted out, "No, they were just now—"

Halfway through, he swallowed the words back.

Zhao Yun let the corners of his mouth show an inexplicable smile, and he was really single-minded: "Just now, I said Xiao Liuzi, go with the master!" ”

The upstairs private room, staggered, is full of laughter.

In the midst of laughter, a person said in a loud voice: "I said everyone, although this Zhao Yunrang is a half-fool, but after all, he is a person from the palace, even if he falls from the building, but this death, will there be some trouble——"

Before the people in the room could answer, a rather cynical voice came from the door: "Trouble? How so? It's not troublesome at all, little brother is the one who causes trouble to you, no, I'm afraid that I'll die and cause trouble to all of you here, I'm not alive again! ”

With the sound of speaking, a person limped up from outside, it was Zhao Yunrang, who was still lying on the street just now, followed by the scholar Xiao Liuzi.

Zhao Yunrang's face still had some slight abrasions, and he didn't know where the blood stains were on his body, but the whole person looked different from just now.

There was an instant silence in the private room.

A white-shirted boy sitting at the top smiled: "Where is the little prince talking about, you and my brother, what else is not troublesome, come on, sit down and drink!" ”

Zhao Yunrang smiled: "It's still Brother Ding's words in his ears, he is worthy of being the only remaining second son of the Ding family, unlike some people, who know that barking in their ears disturbs people's quietness!" ”

The few people who sat with them also reacted, and when they heard Zhao Yunrang actually ridicule them like this, they couldn't help but look at them angrily.

When the white-shirted boy heard the words "only the fruit remains", his face also changed.

But he soon smiled, as if he was blind to the anger of the people, and said with concern: "Brother Xian's body-"

"It's nothing, I can't die, this restaurant can't do it, the railing is in disrepair, and I fell downstairs because of the little prince, I have to be compensated!"

A short and dumpty man waiting next to him was a trembling, as a small restaurant owner, he couldn't afford to offend any of them.

And, most importantly, without a background, can you still open a restaurant in the most prosperous place in Bianjing?

But before he could speak, Zhao Yunrang had already waved his hand, and Xiao Liuzi willingly untied a burden from his body, and threw it heavily on the table at Zhao Yunrang's signal.

"It is estimated that you can't afford to lose the master's daughter, here is a hundred taels of gold, from today on, this restaurant is the master's!"

The owner of the restaurant had a bitter face, and he also knew that this little prince was a master who was not stingy, and he couldn't speak with his identity, so he turned his attention to Ding Ergongzi for help.

Ding Ergongzi was about to speak with a smile on his face, but Zhao Yunrang raised his hand: "Hey, Brother Ding, don't speak, I suddenly remembered, how did I fall downstairs just now?" ”

Ding Ergongzi was choked half to death, and said with a sigh: "Just now everyone talked about the poetry meeting, so everyone wrote poems and music, and the little prince couldn't do it for a while, and he stumbled in anger——"

Everyone smiled sarcastically.

Zhao Yunrang squinted at everyone, and suddenly slapped the table: "Who said I can't do it, Lao Tzu will make a song now, show it to Brother Ding!" ”

Ding Ergongzi is half angry, how can he casually call himself someone else's Laozi, it is really insulting!

Fortunately, Zhao Yunrang's stupidity and lack of learning are well-known in Bianjing City: "Since this is the case, then please ask the little prince to write a poem, if it is well written, then this restaurant does not use the gold of the little prince, it is the little prince yours!" ”

Zhao Yunrang laughed: "Okay, good, if you don't write well, I'm willing to pay double the silver, and the restaurant is still yours!" ”

Saying that, Zhao Yunrang stood up: "Brother Ding, let's come up with a topic——"

Everyone was in an uproar, they couldn't write a sentence casually before, but now they actually let people ask questions, did they break their heads by jumping off the building just now?

Ding Ergongzi also felt that Zhao Yunrang was nothing more than pretending: "Just after the Double Ninth Festival, ascend to Huaiyuan, the style of the predecessors, please ask the little prince to make a climbing poem!" ”

Zhao Yunrang nodded, put one hand behind his back, and the other in front of his abdomen, and began to pace.

Everyone was puzzled, this Zhao Yun let a straw bag, but now he is posing as a poem in seven steps, who is this fooling?

"Look at it, it's estimated that you can't hold back a few words after walking seventy steps!"

One step, two steps, three steps, everyone couldn't help but start counting Zhao Yunrang's steps.

Seeing that he had walked six steps, this Zhao Yunrang did not move forward, shaking his head, as if he was thinking.

Ding Er Gongzi sneered and said, "Little prince, don't be embarrassed, it's common to not be able to do it, you-"

Zhao Yunrang looked distressed: "It's not that this can't be done, I want to think about it, by the way, lack of wine!" ”

As he spoke, he picked up a wine jug from the table, raised his head and splashed a wine arrow in his mouth: "Bah, what kind of broken wine is this?!" ”

"Isn't the little prince going to fight wine and poems? Can't write poetry, but complains that wine is not good? "Someone made a sarcastic remark.

Zhao Yunrang laughed: "How do you know? ”

As he spoke, he threw the wine jug in his hand casually: "Listen to me - fly to the peak of Qianxun Tower, and hear the rooster crowing to see the sunrise." Not afraid of clouds to cover your eyes, only because you are at the top! ”

"This is the former brother I read a lot of books, see the land of Jiangsu and Zhejiang has a flying peak, there is a high tower on the peak, so I feel it, and please give me advice!"

No one spoke, everyone was dumbfounded, and they stood on the spot, and they could even hear a needle drop in the restaurant.

Zhao Yunrang looked like he was in a high place, this is a poem written by Wang Anshi, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, why play poetry with Lao Tzu, you can't kill you!