Updated: 2013-08-17

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou City took people out of the city to check

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inn in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers and pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers who pick up fresh vegetables are selling, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop is loaded in the noise to prove the prosperity of the city, which is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that the face of the Tanhualang could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Tower, alas, I can't bear to say it!" A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up to have morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say"

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, you listen, hum" Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, amazing!"

"This Tanhualang is really amazingly talented, but I heard that the day he first entered Bianzhou, he was almost rejected by the city guards because of his strange dress and strange voice." Some people wondered.

"yes, isn't it? I heard that fortunately, it was the jade bone girl of Mingyue Lou who came back to the city from her mother's province and encountered this incident, so she entrusted it and let the city guard let her go, but I didn't expect that this release was to help Mingyue Lou recruit a Tanhualang who made a hundred gold! This Tanhualang is really lucky! ”

"Alas, it's not just luck, if you have this poetic talent, let alone Bianzhou City, any city in our entire Great Zhao Dynasty, he can also go there. I heard that Wang Weishi, the left prime minister of our dynasty, was also recommended by people to enter the office with poetry talents, and now the official worship is a product of the dynasty, the power is all over the world, and there are countless protégés, if the name of this Tanhualang in our city spreads to the ears of the left prime minister in Xijing City, I am afraid that the future is limitless! ”

"Tsk"

The morning of the Li Kee Morning Tea House passed in the midst of the discussions of several sassy diners who liked to talk about gossip in the city, and the bustle and complexity of the city gradually became more and more noisy, the thirty-six lines opened their doors to do business, the three religions and nine streams were active in their respective fields, the stalls and burdens of the merchants each sold their own goods, the sound of the children reading in the private school academy was heard loudly and rhythmically, and occasionally some naughty children were playing in the streets.

The real world is to be angry! As one of the nine states of the Great Zhao Kingdom, Bianzhou's anger is undoubtedly very real, so real that the people in the city are fortunate to be able to live in this world for only seven years.

At the end of the hour, Song Yi slowly woke up from the mat, stretched a long lazy waist before opening his eyes, and then opened his eyes with a yawn, and a very beautiful back was printed into his eyes. He suddenly woke up, and just now he had another dream that happened in the Tanggula Mountains!

"Song Gongzi has woken up, Zao'er has already sent water and supplies for washing, the slave family will wait for Gongzi to wash!" The woman by the window turned around, and an extremely delicate and beautiful duck egg face was displayed in Song Yi's sight.

"Hehe, how many times have I said it, I'll do these things myself, Miss Qingyan got up so early." Song Yi took the toothbrush on the table, dipped it in some tooth powder, and began to brush his teeth against the filthy basin.

"It's still early? It's the end of the hour. Childe always likes to joke. Qingyan looked at Song Yi put down the toothbrush in his hand, there was still some foam on the side of his mouth, and gently picked up the cloth towel to help Song Yi wipe it off, just this subtle movement, setting off a fragrant wind that lingered on Song Yi's nose.

Song Yi was greatly impressed, but he still hurriedly grabbed Qingyan's hand, took the cloth towel in her hand and said with a smile, "Hehe, I'll come by myself." After that, he put his face into the basin of clear water, then lifted it up, wrung it out with a cloth towel dipped in water, wiped his face clean, and then exhaled.

"What kind of person is Childe, is it the life experience of the slave family that makes Childe feel disgusted?" Qingyan's delicate face said with a pair of bright eyes with a faint grievance.

"What's going on with that?"

"Isn't it, everyone in the city now knows that the son of the Dao is a well-known tanhualang, but after the son entered this Mingyue Tower, he did not choose to live on the same floor with the jade bone who led you into the building at the beginning, but chose the small smoke house of the slave family, and the slave family was quite happy at the beginning, thinking that the son was interested in the slave family. But more than a month has passed for what happened, and the son still sleeps on the mat every day and treats Qingyan politely. Isn't this disgusted with green smoke, what is it? The mist rose in the woman's beautiful eyes, and tears were about to fall.

Song Yi hurriedly said helplessly with a smiling face, "Miss Qingyan, don't say this anymore, Song Yi just feels that he is now living in this Qinglou without a single room, how can he have the heart to think about the love of his children." Girl, don't belittle yourself anymore, with your appearance, Song Yi said that it is fake to be tempted, but this motivation is heartfelt and polite, and it has not yet reached the love between men and women. The smoke is no wonder! ”

"Is that so? Why didn't the boy choose the jade bone girl's weeping courtyard but Qingyan, a simple and remote small smoke house, I still think that the son is" Speaking of this, Qingyan girl's cheeks flew two red clouds, and the words were not finished, but the meaning was already obvious.

"It's because this little smoke house is quiet and elegant, and you can see the scenery on the Liang River as soon as you open the window, so I chose to live here, don't you think it's a very pleasant thing for the Qingyan girl to get up every morning and be able to see the characters on the side of the Liang River outside the window?" Song Yi said on his lips, but what he thought in his heart was, how do you know that this small building in Ludao can be regarded as a waterscape villa in future generations, and the courtyard of Yugu'er is lively, but it is like a house facing the street, which makes it difficult for people to be quiet.

"The scenery in the morning is good, but Childe wakes up late every day!" Qingyan couldn't help but chuckle and said, the doubts in her heart were relieved, and her face became bright again.

"Uh" Song Yi was speechless.

"What does Childe want to do today? Do you still want the slave family to tell your son some boring Da Zhao common things? Seeing that Song Yi was embarrassed, Qingyan hurriedly changed the topic and asked, his tone was full of impatience, and he didn't know why this talented Song Gongzi liked to listen to her talk about things that were ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Well, let's not talk about these frivolous things today." Song Yi waved his hand, and immediately continued in Qingyan's happy look, "I'm going out of Bianzhou City today, hehe, this hair is not too short, I guess it won't look so strange!" As he spoke, he stroked his hair that hung down to his neck. It's really strange to come to this world, even the speed of hair growth is faster!

"Then Qingyan and Zao'er should accompany Gongzi." Qingyan asked expectantly.

"It's still me alone, I'll just go shopping and come back, otherwise you and Zao'er will follow me out, and Bao Ma still thinks I'm leaving with the Oiran lady of Mingyue Tower!" Song Yi smiled and declined. Secretly thinking, just kidding, going out with two women who are like flowers and jade, how to go shopping will not be comfortable.

"Okay, Childe will go early and come back early, bring more money, and if you see something sweet, you can buy more!" Qingyan flattened her delicate lips and said dissatisfiedly.

When Song Yi walked out of the small smoke house, Du Qingyan was lying on the window facing the river in confusion, and he muttered for a long time.

"Tanhualang? Song Yi Gongzi, what kind of person are you? ”

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