Shenqi Dynasty, Huaiyang City, the richest and most prosperous place in the south.

On the sixth day of the second month of the second year of the Heavenly Sage, early spring.

When the time comes, people will understand.

A thin, thin figure in a gray cotton coat walked out of a cramped and dilapidated alley with brisk steps.

His strong arms carried the burden of the noodle stall, from south to north, looking down at the road and walking non-stop.

Out of the quiet, remote, rarely inhabited slums.

Walked through the civilian alleys with dim lights and smoke.

I walked to a bustling place full of people and bright lights.

After walking for two quarters of an hour.

Ye Qing's cotton shoes stepped on the Dongfeng Bridge on the Yingshui, which divides the north and south of Huaiyang City and is thirty feet wide.

When!

The carrying noodles fell on the bluestone bridge deck, making a low sound.

The handsome face that is as handsome as the readers of the readers.

As the neck lifts, it is exposed to the candlelight and moonlight.

Standing on the bridge, Ye Qing, who was condescending, looked at the lights of the southern city, with a gentle smile on his face.

A friendly old woman with several oil-paper umbrellas in her back basket walked steadily from the north.

Her face was full of wrinkles, and after seeing Ye Qing, she smiled out of the gully, and reminded with concern:

"Qing Xiaolang, what are you doing here?"

"If you don't go to Pingle Fang soon, Beicheng is about to have a curfew!"

Ye Qing turned his head and looked at Grandma Li, who was selling umbrellas near Qifeng Fang, who lived in the slum and was near his house, and smiled softly:

"Wait!"

Grandma Li was puzzled:

"What are you waiting for?"

Ye Qing looked at Nancheng and said with a pleasant smile:

"Wait for the lights of thousands of homes!"

Grandma Li looked in the direction that Ye Qing was watching, looked at the night that had been watched all her life, and said with a smile:

"Aren't all the lights on, and it's really hard for people who have read books to understand."

"However, you really have to go quickly, tonight Pingle Fang Drunken Fragrance Pavilion will be a poem pair, I heard that a big official will go."

When Ye Qing heard this, he disappeared comfortably, hurriedly picked up the noodle stall again, and strode towards Pingle Fang in Beicheng.

"Grandma Li, if you don't say it earlier, the kid will take the first step."

"Hahaha, by the way, you remember to go to Mr. Zhang's place early tomorrow, he has a job to find you!"

Grandma Li smiled, remembered something, and raised her head to shout at the rapidly disappearing back.

"Okay, I'm done tomorrow, the kid will help you make umbrella bones!"

The light sound dissipates with the night breeze.

Pingle Fang, the most prosperous place in Huaiyang North City.

It is the place where the Qinglou Chu Pavilion and the wine shop in Huaiyang City gather.

It's lit up every night, and you can't sleep all night.

There are many prostitutes who are not inferior to Kyoto Yuyang City and are sought after by countless people, and can be called talented and beautiful.

Many dignitaries and celebrities and talented people spend a lot of money here, drunk on money, and indulge in lust.

There are also many talented scholars who have never met here, and they are famous in the south, and they are called the blessed land of the fish leaping dragon gate by the talented people of the poor family.

Ye Qing hurried slowly, stepped on the aftermath of the last twilight drum, squeezed into the door of the workshop that was about to close, and stepped into the Pingle Fang.

"Qing Xiaolang, it's a little late today, isn't it stopped by a little lady?"

Zhang Shuo, the bad guy who was in charge of the opening and closing of the door, laughed and joked about Ye Qing.

Ye Qing raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead, panting and bowing:

"I've seen Zhang Bad, Xie Zhang Bad has just closed the door a little slower."

"If you have time for a while, go to our noodle stall, and we will bring you a bowl of hot noodle soup to warm up."

Zhang Shuo thought of Ye Qing's bowl of hot noodle soup with fragrant noodles, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, smiled and waved his hand:

"Okay, you go and get busy, I'll go when I'm free."

Ye Qing bowed again, strode to the alley where the stall used to be set up, said hello to the familiar stall owners around and asked them to take care of the noodle stall, and ran towards the drunken incense pavilion with great interest.

The middle-aged man selling preserved fruits next to him looked at Ye Qing's back as he disappeared into the crowd, grabbed and rubbed his rough beard, and said in an urn voice:

"Qing Xiaolang looked at it and went to the Drunken Xiang Pavilion, I don't know if I can come out on top."

"What about getting the top spot? At most, take some silver as you did in the old days. He's just like us, he's a, hey..."

The woman who was next to the rouge gouache seller sighed regretfully.

The surrounding vendors who were doing good business and had happy smiles on their faces all looked down.

God enlightened the people to divide the good and the low, and the seven branches were classified as low, and priority was given to the conscription and payment of labor, and they were not allowed to enter the office, buy land, or become officials, and they were inherited from generation to generation.

It also looks higher than those poor slaves.

But maybe it's not as good as those slaves in the big families, which can be called the difference between cloud and mud.

What if Ye Qing is talented?

At most, you can earn more money, and be looked down upon by those good people, but it is only a glance.

is still the lowest person in this Divine Apocalypse Dynasty.

Ye Qing, who was dressed in gray cotton clothes, stopped for a while.

He looked up at the Drunken Incense Pavilion, one of the six most prestigious flower buildings in Pingle Fang, ten paces away, and his starry eyes flashed with an inhumane light.

Under the bright lights, these four-story attics look at carved beams and painted buildings, flying eaves and corners.

There is also silk bamboo wind music, laughter and waves through the colorful mantle hanging outside the pavilion.

Let the people who pass by yearn for it and smell it.

Ye Qing did not enter the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, but stood at the mouth of a small alley in front of the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion.

The little guy in front of the door who was smiling and pleasing the guests glanced at the opposite side from time to time.

When he saw Ye Qing appear, his eyes immediately bloomed green.

The two looked at each other, Ye Qing entered the dim alley, and the little servant entered the pavilion.

After a while, Jiang Nan, the turtle of the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, walked in and complained:

"Qing Xiaolang, let's look forward to the stars and the moon, but we can be regarded as looking forward to you, the strongest gunman in Pingle Fang."

"Look, can you take this job?"

"If you can take it, if you don't come today, we don't know how much money we will lose."

Ye Qing smiled and bowed his hand to apologize: "Brother Jiang, blame me for being late." ”

"Listen to you, it's a big job today!"

As soon as he heard this, Jiang Nan was so thin that he looked at the faceless monkey's face, piled up a bright smile like a chrysanthemum, approached Ye Qing and handed over a piece of paper.

"Yingchuan Academy, one of the four major academies of the Divine Apocalypse, Xie Qian and Xie Daru came to the pavilion and came out of this pair."

"At the beginning of next month, Kyoto will start spring, he is one of the critics, and the sons of the wealthy lords who entered Beijing to take the exam have come a lot tonight."

"Three of the four great talents of Huaiyang also came, not to mention those rich men in Huaiyang City who have no goods in their stomachs, and they all came to praise Xie Daru's ink fragrant feet, you say this is not a big job!"

"Let's hope that you can match this pair now, it's best to have a few more, divided into upper, middle and lower three, so that we can earn a lot of money?"

When Ye Qing heard this, he also smiled brightly, and couldn't wait to open the paper.

Walked quickly to the entrance of the alley, and read the five words on the paper by the candlelight.

Ye Qing trembled, and then, with a smile as bright as spring, said heroically:

"Brother Jiang, let's take this job, it's no problem for the upper, middle and lower thirds, you go back and get paper and pencils, and tell the financiers by the way."

"Let's take our lives, these three pairs can definitely win Xie Daru's favor!"