Feng Dynasty, the twenty-third year of Shengqian, the seventh day of the fourth month.

Gyeonggi-do.

On the capital.

Spring is fading, merchant ships are coming one after another on the Yong'an Canal, and the bustling West Market is full of fireworks in the world.

The street is full of people, everyone is smiling, the street is full of shops, and the dazzling array of goods is dizzying; The cries of selling one after another are endless; The fragrance wafting in the air makes people have an endless aftertaste; The rising sun in the east adds a bit of charm and poetry to the prosperous West Market in front of you.

"It doesn't look like a dream."

Chu Ling sat on the stone steps, carrying a pot of fine wine in his hand, and the spicy feeling in his mouth made Chu Ling shake his head with a smile.

"What's just the Wind Dynasty?"

"Could it be that the posture of the crossing is not right......"

Chu Ling was a little stunned.

In his previous life, he was born poor, and through hard work, he was admitted to a double first-class university, with excellent grades, and after graduation, he worked hard in society for many years, and he successfully entered a certain circle, but he also lost a lot, family, love, and health......

Chu Ling didn't expect that he would cross.

The Feng Dynasty, a never-before-heard dynasty, resembles ancient China.

If you really want to follow the map, the Feng Dynasty is very similar to the Tang Dynasty.

The original owner is also called Chu Ling, he is a scholar, if he follows the normal logic, Chu Ling will know all kinds of things about the original owner, either he is a farmer's child, the family is stubborn, the milk is eccentric, the father is stupid and filial, the mother is pungent, there are several selfish relatives, living a life of intrigue and intrigue, or he is a loser, his father is filial to his son, and he lives a luxurious life of spending a lot of money, or his parents are dead, and he brings a drag oil bottle......

Unfortunately, none of these are true.

The original owner entered Beijing to catch the exam and failed to get the title of the gold list, and ran out of the capital alone, thinking of borrowing wine to kill his sorrows, but accidentally fell into the Cao River, and was rescued by a middle-aged Confucian on the way.

The bloody thing happened.

The original owner who was rescued lost his memory, and he forgot everything except his name.

There are no identification documents on them.

In the next three years, the original owner followed the middle-aged Confucian scholar to escape the world, in a dilapidated temple on an unnamed mountain, washing and chopping wood, carrying water for cooking, practicing classics, practicing swordsmanship, distinguishing herbs, meditating and meditating, and living a leisurely life.

Until half a month ago, the original owner died without a problem, and Chu Ling came here.

Chu Ling, who knew all kinds of things, could accept it calmly in his heart, and even felt a little lucky.

After all, he is just a passerby after all, and he doesn't have to do something against his heart in order to adapt to his new identity.

It's good that I don't have a memory.

The obsessions and troubles that he used to have nothing to do with him have much to do with him after all.

"Are you looking for a place to live?"

"Or do you want to do something first?"

Chu Ling, who was in a good mood, looked at the lively West Market in front of him with deep eyes.

There are many merchant ships on the Yongan Canal.

This time he went down the mountain to come to Shangdu, and Chu Ling had something to do.

However, Chu Ling didn't expect that the imperial capital of the Feng Dynasty would be so majestic and magnificent, with a permanent population of more than one million alone, and it was known as the first male city in the world!

The breeze is coming.

A moving carriage slowly stopped, two strong horses, snorting, shaking the tail of the oily horse, with black nanmu as the body, the landscape flowers carved outside the carriage are very expressive, the small flag inserted outside the carriage moves with the wind, and the word 'Dugu' is written on it.

The exquisite curtain woven by silk was lifted, and a young scholar walked out of the carriage, accompanied by a young man in Tsing Yi, who was busy placing the stool, and the young scholar stepped on the stool and walked down, looking at the dock where he stopped with deep eyes, but saw a young man sitting on the stone steps drinking, frowning slightly.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person!"

An uninhibited voice sounded, causing the young scholar who was about to leave to turn around in surprise.

I thought that the young man in front of me was here to get drunk.

I think it was next to the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Meeting.

Just hearing that poem made the young scholar change his mind.

He is also a full reader of poetry, but he has never heard this poem.

"Male... Son. ”

The young man in Tsing Yi on the side looked at his son-in-law suspiciously.

This poem is wonderful!

The more the young scholars taste, the more extraordinary they feel.

Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person!

Express the meaning of pride and ambition, do not want to go with the world, and want to make a big difference!

Well?

Chu Ling, who picked up his baggage and was about to leave, turned around and found that there were two more black shadows in front of him.

Look up.

But he saw a carriage parked on the dock, and two people standing were looking at him.

The young man in front of him was about his early twenties, with a thin figure, fair skin, a pair of Danfeng eyes were very bright, wearing a purple silk robe, a jade brocade belt around his waist, and a purple bamboo fan in his hand, looking at himself directly at the moment.

The little guy next to the young man was very handsome.

Child?

Chu Ling smiled secretly in his heart, deliberately moved a few steps to the side, and walked on the stone steps with his feet raised.

Among the ancient scholars, there were always some people who liked Longyang, and the scholars who served around them were not as simple as scholars.

"This brother, please stay."

Seeing that Chu Ling was leaving, the young scholar hurriedly stretched out his purple bamboo fan and stepped forward to block Chu Ling's way, "Dare to ask Brother Tai, but go to participate in the poetry meeting held by the Seven Academies?" ”

Chu Ling raised his head and looked at the young man who was blocking his path.

"It's not."

Chu Ling shook his head slightly, and said indifferently: "You are in my way." ”

The young man looked at Chu Ling.

With a handsome face, distinct facial features, thick eyebrows slightly raised, a high nose bridge, and a coldness of the edges and corners, the young man who looked at it lost his mind for a while.

"Don't blame you, brother."

The young man's cheeks were slightly red, and he raised his hand and said: "Brother Tai's sentence 'Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person', it is a rare masterpiece when I hear it, dare to ask if this poem is made by Brother Tai?" In Xia Duguhan, I don't know my brother's name? ”

Dugu, this surname has a high status in the Feng Dynasty and is one of the Nine Pillars.

When ordinary people heard this surname, they behaved very respectfully, even fearfully.

"Chu Ling, towering Ling."

Looking at the young man named Dugu Han in front of him, Chu Ling's gaze naturally looked at his chest, very flat, and said with a slight smile: "Brother Dugu, if there is nothing else, I will retire first." ”

Anyway, no matter what Dugu Han thought, Chu Ling bypassed the two people in front of him and walked forward slowly.

"You're so rude."

Seeing Chu Ling like this, the little guy in Tsing Yi frowned and looked at Chu Ling's back, "My son-in-law asks so politely, how can you be like this!" ”

"I'm sorry."

Chu Ling continued to walk, waving his hand with his back to Dugu Han.

This man is quite proud.

Looking at Chu Ling's back, the corners of Dugu Han's mouth raised slightly.

Thinking of the poems I just heard, if I participated in the competition in Forget Worry Lake, I was afraid that the poetry meeting jointly organized by the seven academies would compete for the top spot!

The seven academies in Shangdu, this is a private school that is better than the Guozijian.

How many young talents in the dynasty have dreamed of entering the holy land.

"Please wait a minute."

Dugu Han stepped forward and said, "I want to invite Brother Chu to drink, I don't know if it's convenient?" ”

"It's inconvenient."

Chu Ling carried his burden and looked at Dugu Han who was chasing, "I am going to the Shunguo Mansion in the future, and I ask Brother Dugu to forgive me." ”

A stranger who met in Pingshui, a respectable little white face, followed by a handsome scholar, Chu Ling didn't want to have anything to do with it.

Dugu Han's expression was seen by Chu Ling.

"Male... Childe, this person is so rude. ”

The little girl in Tsing Yi was a little angry, pointed to the direction where Chu Ling left, and said to Dugu Han: "The slave just saw this person, and she looked at ...... clearly."

"Lianxin, what do you think of the poem that Chu Ling recited compared to the seven talents who were tentatively selected at the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Conference?"

Dugu Han held a purple bamboo fan in his hand and looked at Chu Ling's departing back.

"The slave thinks... With that poem alone, you can distinguish the superior from the inferior. ”

Lianxin was stunned for a moment, thought carefully about what Shicai had heard, and gave her own evaluation.

Although Chu Ling behaved very rudely.

"Send someone to find Xiao Zhiyi and go to the Shunguo Mansion, I want to know the origin of this person."

Dugu Han thought about it, and said with an arrogant expression: "To be able to make such poems, you must be a great talent, I want to know whether this poem is made by him or someone else." ”

"Childe wants to recruit this person into the Xuanniao Division?"

Lianxin was surprised.

"Xuanniao Division, it's not that anyone who wants to enter can enter."

The corners of Dugu Han's mouth raised slightly: "First find out the details of this person, if this poem is really written by him, I have a good idea." ”

"The slave obeys."

Lianxin hurriedly bowed her head in response, and then turned to leave.

Dugu Han standing on the dock, well, this is not her real name, her real identity is the third princess of the Wind Dynasty, Huangfu Jingyu.

Dugu, this is the surname of her mother's family.

Those smart eyes flashed with a glint of essence.

Chu Ling, towering Ling.

This guy is really crazy.

It would be interesting if such a mad student could defeat the young talents who came from all over the world at the poetry meeting of the Lake of Forgotten Worries as Gentori Division.

But this Chu Ling is going to the Shunguo Mansion, does it have anything to do with Li Qing?

I haven't heard that there are children of this age in the Shunguo Mansion, could it be Li Qing's illegitimate son?

Huangfu Jingyu's face showed a puzzled look......