After the potato turmoil, Wang Xiang seemed to understand a lot of things at once, the things in the warehouse are a double-edged sword, and if you use it well, you can benefit a lot, and if you don't use it well, you will be killed.

This is the Tang Dynasty, although the Tang Dynasty is a prosperous dynasty in history, although Li Er is known as the Emperor of the Ages, but the feudal society is always a feudal society, the king is always the king, Li Er's three in the oracle will not forgive Wang Xiang does not feel that it is a joke at all, in the Tang Dynasty, where productivity is low, in order to produce twenty stones of potatoes per mu, let alone kill a prince Xin, even if the corpse is million, Li Er will never hesitate, as for who the potato is, it does not matter at all.

In the past few days when he came to Datang, Wang Xiang has been holding the mentality of playing Datang, and he also thought about getting Li Er's appreciation with the things in the warehouse, so as to have the opportunity to meet the eternal monarch in history, until the bright steel knife appeared in front of him, he realized that Li Er was not only a historical eternal monarch, but also a ruthless man who could kill his brother and prisoner his father, and his mind to see Li Er faded, and even hoped that he would never have any intersection with Li Er.

To be able to live again is his most ideal life, he cherishes his life very much, he has nothing to do with some wine and food, and he is the most ideal life to be a gentleman and a little marquis.

After spending another day in fear, Wang Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, Li Er didn't come to him again, and the potato turmoil seemed to have passed like this......

Today, the shore of Jinguang Lake is very lively, the snow has stopped for two days, the sun has come out, and the snow has melted so that the weather is a little colder than usual, but after all, it still can't withstand everyone's enthusiasm for the poetry club.

The Tang people are good at poetry, even the girl who leans on Cuilou can chant two poems, Ning Xiang is even more of a leader, and many talents who claim to be proficient in poetry are quite inferior, and they are naturally highly sought after for their beauty and talents. Ning Xiang's painting boat is the most luxurious and luxurious of all the painting boats, and as soon as she appeared along the Jinguang Lake, there was a cry, which shows how popular she is.

The weather is still cold, the incense in the painting boat is light gauze and thin shirt, there is a delicate small incense burner on the sandalwood table in front of him, the slowly rising green smoke exudes bursts of refreshing fragrance, stretching out the cream-like hand to stir the cup of strong tea in front of him without hurry, and a pair of lotus arms looming. On the silk paper in the corner of the case, there is a seven-character poem, the handwriting is beautiful and elegant, it is Wang Xiang's Yongxue poem.

"Xiaocui, is the prince new?"

Xiao Cui, who was standing on the side, had long been itchy about the hustle and bustle outside, and wanted to find out, smelling the incense and asking, he suddenly opened the bead curtain of the window with great interest and looked out.

"Miss, there are too many people!" Xiao Cui's tone could not hear the disappointment of finding someone fruitlessly, but was full of excitement.

Ning Xiang smiled: "It's not the first time that you have come with me to participate in the poetry meeting, why are you still making such a fuss." ”

Xiao Cui shook her head and said: "I like this kind of poem many times, not to mention that there are a lot of amazing characters this time." ”

Looking at Xiaocui's excited appearance, Ning Xiang couldn't help but smile: "You don't understand poetry." ”

Xiaocui wrinkled her nose and said: "That prince doesn't know poetry either, not every time I meet poetry, I think he is coming for Miss, if I want to say that there is no prince new poetry will be fun." ”

Yes, everyone who participates in the poetry club has a variety of goals, even myself, and if it weren't for the fame I gained through the poetry club, how could I still retain my innocence.

Xiao Cui will not understand these things, Ning Xiang sighed secretly, looking at the slowly rising green smoke and wondering where it flew.

The Jinguang Lake Poetry Society is a major event in Chang'an City, the literati want to win fame with this poetry meeting, and the gentlemen try to take this opportunity to meet the beautiful woman, and the hawkers and merchants hope to make more silver taels by this event, so the whole Jinguang Lake is noisy and abnormal, and it is mixed with the cries of hawkers.

The scholars and gentlemen who came to participate in the poetry meeting wore thin shirts to set off their demeanor, and Wang Xiang wore thick clothes and wrapped himself in the crowd like a dumpling, which was very similar to those bloated hawkers.

In the Tang Dynasty, cotton was only an ornamental plant, and there was no cotton cloth, and there was no cotton clothing, and Wang Xiang was not one of those strongmen who could not need temperature for the sake of demeanor, so he had to wear a few more clothes, even so he still felt that it was not as warm as cotton clothes.

"It would be nice if there were spicy hot ones, and it would be warm to eat some spicy hot on a cold day."

"Young Master, what is Malatang?"

The little girl on the side was also dressed like a zongzi, she was not willing to wear more, saying that it was too ugly, Wang Xiang saw that her hands were red from the cold, and she refused to wear more clothes, and finally had to threaten not to bring her over to participate in the poetry meeting, so she reluctantly wore a few more clothes.

"Malatang is a delicious thing, and the young master will make it for you when I have time." Wang Xiang looked around at the vendors around him and found a place to sell hot noodle soup and sat down.

The vendor immediately stepped forward and beckoned, "What are you two eating?" ”

"Do you have anything else here besides hot noodle soup?"

"Nope." The peddler shook his head sheepishly.

Wang Xiang smiled: "That's it, bring us two bowls of hot noodle soup." ”

"Okay, you two wait."

A bowl of hot noodle soup finally felt a little warmer, and the poetry meeting officially began in everyone's voice.

"Young master, the poetry meeting has begun, let's hurry over."

"What's the hurry, it's still early, wait for the young master to eat another bowl of noodle soup."

"Childe is also here to participate in the poetry party?" The peddler obviously didn't expect Wang Xiang to also come to the poetry meeting, and thought that he was coming to see the excitement.

Xiaoya pouted dissatisfiedly: "If you don't come to the poetry meeting, isn't it possible that you are specially here to eat your hot noodle soup?" ”

The peddler smiled and said, "That's not it, I heard that even the famous Chen Haobai and Chen Gongzi came to this poetry meeting." ”

"Who is Chen Haobai, is he famous?" Wang Xiang took the hot noodle soup in the vendor's hand, took a sip of the soup, and asked lightly.

This time, without waiting for the hawker to speak, the little girl exclaimed first: "Chen Haobai, the head of the four talents in Luoyang, Chen Gongzi!" After speaking, he put on a look of adoration.

The peddler nodded and said, "Exactly, all the four talents of Luoyang have come to Chang'an this time." ”

"Since you are one of the four great talents of Luoyang, why did you come to Chang'an to participate in the poetry meeting? I am not afraid of freezing on this cold day. Wang Xiang's tone was slightly sour, what kind of bullshit Luoyang's four talents actually made Xiaoya worship it so much, and her mood was suddenly unhappy.

The hawker said, "Today's poetry meeting is different from the past, do you know who is hosting the poetry meeting?" ”

"Isn't that what kind of incense?"

The peddler looked at Wang Xiang with a strange look and said: "Don't laugh at the child, although Miss Ningxiang is extraordinary in poetry, but after all, she is a woman in the dust, how can she host such a literary event as the Poetry Club." ”

It turned out that she was not hosting, so what kind of message did you send someone to, for our future daughter-in-law, I won the first name of this poetry meeting, as for what Luoyang's four talents are unlucky this time, they should come to Chang'an to play. Wang Xiang didn't take the four talents of Luoyang to heart at all.

Of course, the peddler didn't know what Wang Xiang was thinking, he was just a little curious about how Wang Xiang, who seemed to be the son of a big family, didn't know such a simple reason that the poetry club could not be presided over by a soot woman.

The little girl on the side asked curiously: "Who is so powerful that even Chen Gongzi came from Luoyang to participate in the poetry meeting?" ”

The peddler proudly showed off: "I heard from my friend that this Jinguang Lake Poetry Meeting was personally presided over by King Wei, and I heard that there is a desire to seek talents. ”

King Wei? Wang Xiang's heart tightened, now he wants to stay away from anyone who has a relationship with Li Er, if it weren't for the bet with the martial arts lady, he would want to leave directly.

The peddler didn't notice Wang Xiang's abnormality and continued: "Do you think, if you get the appreciation of King Wei at this poetry meeting, won't you have a brilliant future in the future, how could Chen Gongzi not come with such a rare opportunity." ”

"In order to get the appreciation of the King of Wei, I specially rushed from Luoyang to Chang'an to participate in the poetry meeting." Wang Xiang shook his head and said disdainfully: "What are the four great talents of Luoyang, it turns out that they are just greedy for fame and fortune. ”

"Oh, your Excellency seems to have a disdain for this word for fame and fortune?"

A slightly majestic voice came from behind, Wang Xiang looked back and saw that it was a burly middle-aged man, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, although there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, it gave people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant, presumably he had been in a high position for a long time. Next to the middle-aged man stood a young woman, her face was a little pale, and she didn't seem to be in good health.

Wang Xiang also felt that it was a little inappropriate for him to say bad things about others behind his back, it is a fact that the four talented people in Luoyang are keen on fame and fortune, but the world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit, and it cannot be said that their approach is wrong, so Wang Xiang didn't know how to answer for a while.

Seeing that Wang Xiang didn't answer, a burly man behind the middle-aged man said loudly: "Didn't you hear my master say something for you!" ”

Originally, he still had a good impression of the middle-aged man, but seeing that his subordinates were so arrogant, Wang Xiang suddenly became angry, Damn, who are you, I will answer if you ask me? If you are not in a good mood, you can simply turn your head and leave only the back of your head for them.

Dahan was furious when he saw Wang Xiang's arrogant appearance, and was about to step forward but was stopped by the middle-aged man.

The young woman also whispered, "Forget it, let's go to the poetry meeting." ”

Only then did the big man glare at the back of Wang Xiang's head, and followed the middle-aged man away.

"Young master, that person just now is really hateful, he is so fierce if he doesn't answer him." When the middle-aged man walked away, the little girl pouted and whispered a complaint.

Looking at the temperament of a middle-aged man, Wang Xiang knew that he was not an ordinary person, but he didn't care too much, the dignitaries in Chang'an City were much more noble, and it was not unusual for a few arrogant and domineering ones, so he patted Xiaoya's head and smiled: "Don't worry about them, it's time for the young master to show off his skills, let's go, let's participate in the poetry meeting." ”