Early the next morning, Sun Ran was woken up by Xiaoqing.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Xiaoqing dressing herself up as a maidservant, holding a plate of clear water, bowing in front of the bed, and said respectfully: "Young master, get up." ”

"Less...... Master? Sun Ran was puzzled: "What's going on?" ”

"I have decided, from now on, I will change my name to Xiao Lu, and I will be your sword slave."

"Sword slave?" Sun Ran didn't react for a while.

"That's right!" Xiaoqing put the water tray on the wooden table in front of the bed, picked up the sword in front of the bed and held it in his arms, and said with a smile: "The children of those big families also carry a sword when they go out, and there must be a person who specializes in holding a sword, so that they can get out of the river." I'll get you a sword from now on. ”

"But you're a saboteur...... Okay, okay, don't look at me like that, I'll get you an identity, just follow if you want. Sun Ran agreed.

In this Chang'an City, if you want to enter the upper class, you must have a basic style, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble.

Thinking of the pie, Sun Ran hadn't paid attention to it before, and if he wanted to make a name for himself at this time, he had to be careful about his image.

In any era, if you want to be stylish, you need money to support it.

took the luggage placed on the inside of the bed, took out the money bag and counted it: there were ten copper coins inside, a thousand Wen, and a few taels of broken silver, about six taels, these money can be nourished in a small place for more than a year, but in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, ...... Only enough for a month.

The so-called Chang'an Residence, it is not easy, but it is not groundless, just say that this Laifu Inn, very luxurious and generous, equivalent to a modern five-star hotel, Yao Fu gave him a month's room fee, spent thirty taels of silver, it is really ridiculously expensive.

Now this little money. A month is enough, but I want to pretend to be decent...... It's basically no fun.

"No money, right?" Xiaoqing said with a smile.

"I was born in a small rich family, my father was only a county lieutenant, and he gave me fifteen taels of silver before he came, and he had already spent most of it. It seems that this can only be done. "Since there is no money. Sun Ran extinguished his thoughts.

Xiaoqing smiled: "You told me last night about the way to enter the imperial city, and I have already inquired about you." Approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a Lord He who will hold a poetry meeting in Wenxianglou in the north of the city tomorrow night. If poetry is valued, you can enter the third floor of the Wenxiang Building and drink with adults. ”

"Lord He, who is it?"

"He Jizhen. The waiter of the Ministry of Rites, the champion of the first year of the Sheng, is known in the literary world. How, to go or not? ”

"Naturally, I'm going." Sun Ran said with a smile.

Xiaoqing nodded, took a package on the desk in front of the window, opened it, and inside was a large pile of broken silver and more than thirty copper coins, and explained in a low voice: "I went to borrow it from the money bank of a big family in the city last night. Not much. The five ghost handling method I use, others won't check it. I can't find it either. Feel free to use it! ”

Sun Ran was stunned for a moment and smiled: "You, you." Well, in that case, let's go get some outfits on this day. ”

The two had breakfast, and Sun Ran got the identity of an ordinary player for Xiaoqing, and then went to the bazaar to arm.

Let's go to the horse market first. Buy...... No, I can't afford it, so I rented two jujube red horses, and went to Jinyi Lane, and Sun Ran bought a white brocade gauze robe. Originally, the black belt inlaid with jade was changed, and it cost thirty hangs to buy one, the appearance is basically the same as the original, the only difference is that the inlaid jade is worth a lot, this jade is the same as a modern watch, it has no big effect, it is something that reflects family assets. Xiaoqing, as a sword slave, naturally changed into colorful brocade clothes, and then dressed up a little, looking like the person in the painting.

The brocade clothes came out, and I went to the armory workshop, the sword cannot be changed, and after many years of visualization and refining, this sword is no longer mortal iron, it has spirituality, which is equivalent to a magic weapon. But the scabbard must be changed, otherwise Xiaoqing, a jade man, would not be able to hold a sword with a shoddy cowhide sheath.

So he changed the jade-inlaid scabbard and wrapped gold wire around the hilt, so the sword was also gorgeous.

After dressing up, most of the money stolen by Xiaoqing was gone, and it was already evening when he returned to the Rifle Inn, and after dinner, he rested in the room.

"Young master, take the poem tomorrow and bring this song "Chivalrous Journey"?" Xiaoqing asked.

Sun Ran shook his head: "Not good." Although this poem is heroic, it is too murderous. Along the way, most of the scholars I met didn't practice martial arts, so don't freak them out. I'll write another one. ”

"Do you want to write it now?"

"I'm not inspired to write now, I can't write it, let's talk about it tomorrow." Sun Ran said casually, turned over on the inn bed, and after a while, the sound of breathing became quieter, and he was already asleep.

Xiaoqing shook her head and leaned on the edge of the bed to sleep.

Nothing was said all night.

The next morning, Xiaoqing saw that Sun Ran still looked casual, secretly anxious, and urged: "Young master, do you have a poem in your heart?" ”

Now she is Sun Ran's maidservant and a player, so she has to pay attention to the ancient style when she speaks. If it's to show Taoism or something, Xiaoqing is naturally definitely not worried, but writing poems ...... This thing is very suspenseful.

Sun Ran shook his head: "No feeling, no poetry." ”

"What should I do then?"

"The article is made by nature, and it is a clever hand. It's useless to be anxious. Sun Ran smiled, leaned back in the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it slowly.

Seeing his appearance, Xiaoqing felt that she was worried in vain, and said angrily: "You emperor is not in a hurry, what is my eunuch in a hurry." When the time comes, you deserve not to see Lord He. ”

Sun Ran flipped through the novel collection again, and waited at the inn until five o'clock in the afternoon, then put down the book, stood up and stretched: "The hour has come, let's go." ”

…….

Wenxiang Building.

He Ji is really a champion, a golden signboard, and the official is not small, he wants to hold a poetry meeting, meet friends with poetry, and the scholars who study in Chang'an will naturally give face.

Before the hour came, there were already scholars coming to the door one after another, all of them were young people, or riding a carriage, or riding a donkey, or walking, and by about five o'clock in the afternoon, a large number of people had gathered outside the Wenxiang Building, counting, at least hundreds.

Suddenly, there was an uproar from the crowd: "Look, look, Wang Maha is here." ”

Everyone got out of the way, and saw a scholar in Tsing Yi walking in, holding a folding fan and smiling, greeting a familiar scholar nearby.

Wang Maha, Mahajie is his word, a single name is a dimensional word, that is, Wang Wei, he is the same as Li Bai, he also went to Beijing to study, preparing for scientific examinations, and has already mixed up some fame at this time.

Soon after Wang Wei, someone exclaimed: "Look, look, Lord He is here, look at the one next to him, it's Meng Xiangyang." ”

Meng Xiangyang, who is nearly forty years old, Xiangyang is just his source, his surname is Meng Haoran, although he is older, his reputation is also great.

After a while, several famous scholars appeared, including Wang Shaobo, Cui Hao, etc., all of whom were still young, but they were also famous poets.

He Zhizhang went up to the third floor of Wenxiang Building, and there were already four people sitting beside him, namely Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Wang Shaobo, and Cui Hao.

Naturally, there were scholars downstairs who wanted to come up, so they kept sending poems and handed them to He Jizhen to read.

He Jizhen didn't read the poems first, arched his hands, and said with a smile: "You are all famous artists. Today, nothing else, just a matter. He is powerless to judge, everyone, how? ”

"That's right." Several people nodded.

He Jizhen said to the beautiful maid on the side: "You take it, read it one by one." ”

The beautiful maid did so, her voice was soft and fresh, and when she read this poem, it was like a spring breeze around her ears, which was very comfortable.

But after more than a dozen poems were read, several people present shook their heads.

"It's all mediocre."

"Average."

"That's true, but it's too general to say so, and I ask you to write a comment and send this poem back, so that the scholar who delivered the poem will be convinced."

"That's exactly how it should be." Everyone laughed.

Slowly, the poems were handed over slowly, half an hour passed, and no new works were handed in, and all the scholars realized the difficulty of entering the third floor, even if there were some works, they did not dare to show ugliness.

When the wine was half-drunk, He Jizhen said: "Everyone, it's not interesting for us to drink like this, since it is a poetry club, it is natural to accompany poetry." ”

"Exactly." Everyone agreed, and began to chant poems, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

In the Wenxiang Building, all the scholars are making friends with literature, there are those who chant poetry loudly, there are those who recite madly, and they savor it, and the atmosphere is extremely warm.

At half past six in the evening, Sun Ran and Xiaoqing finally arrived.

"Young master, your horse skills stink." Xiaoqing complained quietly. Along the way, the horse was startled several times, kicked several roadside shops, and paid 20 hangs in compensation, which took an hour and a half before he arrived on the ground.

Sun Ran wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I will practice hard in the future." ”

After that, he turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the restaurant boy who greeted him, and said, "Look at the excitement inside, let's go in." ”

"Is there a poem now?"

"Nope. Riding a horse just now, Shiquan was scared away, and waited for me to drink a few sips of wine to suppress the shock. ”

"......" (To be continued......)