At sunset, Li Qingchen, who didn't want to have anything to do with the mysterious person Qiansanxiao, finally went out after getting dressed neatly.

It was already the second day of coming to Chang'an, but it was only at this time that Li Qingchen had time to take a good look at this strange city that he had been talking about many times in his dreams, but in fact he had never been to in person.

It's just that he didn't expect that the Chang'an City in his dream is too different from the real Chang'an in front of him, or maybe the Chang'an in his dream is just a special symbol for him, and it doesn't matter whether he has really been there or not.

Of course, what he didn't expect was that one day when he really came here, he would be a person with only one name left and nothing else.

Thinking of this, Li Qingchen, who was actually still a teenager, was a little sad, because the monkey who once said that he wanted to save money to take him to Chang'an to find an Oiran, Lao Xin, who had painted him with a voice and a color to describe the style of Chang'an, and the sixth child with the most kind temper who was commented by the monkey as the first sullen in Youzhou Division, the horse face who didn't like to talk the most, and those who suddenly disappeared, like them, and never came back, in the first fifteen years of their own lives, until now, there is actually nothing left.

On the streets, the flow of people coming and going is staggering, bustling, and fresh, which is enough to make anyone who has just arrived in Chang'an intoxicated and immersed, but Li Qingchen felt a kind of heartfelt loneliness, listening to the unfamiliar accent in his ears, he realized that he was already a stranger.

Sure enough, he still can't be a real free and easy, drunk prince, and money is like dung.

There are too many thoughts, which is not a good quality for a martial artist, so Li Qingchen suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath of the air that belonged to Chang'an City, and suddenly all kinds of smells mixed with each other rushed over, so strong that he almost choked.

That's what it tastes like to be alive!

He opened his eyes at once, and strode forward.

Before coming, in fact, he had silently written down the map of Chang'an City, of course, it was only a rough topographic map, after all, this kind of Gyeonggi important land, it is impossible to have a complete map outside, even if there are merchants who are not afraid of death secretly selling, but it is difficult to mark the whole picture, including some culverts, passages, etc., but even if it is just a sketch, it is enough for him to find the wonderful Fengyue Field that belongs to one of the symbols of Chang'an.

Pingkangfang, Yuhua River!

The osmanthus workshop mentioned by the mysterious man Qian Sanxiao is located in this famous river in Chang'an City.

Different from the general city, the wind and dust fireworks alley are long on the ground, Chang'an as the capital of Daluo, the world's first-class good place, its wind and flow is naturally far better than other vulgar places, Chang'an City in the hook and green building, but all the number can be counted, are built on this river.

Qu water flows, ancient style!

There are luxurious Luanfeng pavilions on both sides of the river, and the boat docked on the side is a must, the most desirable thing is because here, what Huang Zi Gongqing is not easy to make, only the chivalrous guests of the rivers and lakes and the great writers who are famous in Chang'an are the most popular.

It is rumored that if you want to see the famous Chang'an Oiran, you must be the top poet or hero, otherwise it is impossible to meet even if you are a parent.

And because of this comment, so many years have passed, even if the Oiran has changed one after another, but the story has become a conventional rule, for so long, I have never seen anyone bullying people here, not only can not get the heart of the woman, but can only increase the laughter.

After Li Qingchen learned about this from others, he couldn't help but muttered in his heart, monkey, monkey, even if we really come to Chang'an City together, I'm afraid that we won't be able to see the legendary Oiran.

Although there is still an afterglow of the sunset in the distance, in this first-class gold cave in ancient and modern times, at this time, I have seen the symbolic red and pink lanterns hanging high, and the voice of the warbler has already sounded, or leaning on the terrace, or passing through the house, or standing on the bridge, laughing endlessly.

The spring breeze blows, there is no coldness, but it leads to the sprouts of all things, on the banks of the Peach Blossom River, you can see men and women talking and laughing everywhere, if you compare the Fanyang City with half a mouthful of sand, Chang'an can be described as a fairyland on earth, Li Qingchen thought so.

As he walked slowly along the bank of the river planted with many peach trees, a person suddenly took the initiative to approach, first bent down and saluted him, and then asked with a smile: "Childe, are you here?"

Li Qingchen smiled slightly, and asked knowingly: "Why do you say that, how can it be that Your Excellency can remember all the people who come and go here every day?"

The man shook his head lightly and explained: "Xiao naturally doesn't have the ability to forget, but he has been a servant here for many years, and he has seen a lot of brocade clothes. ”

Li Qingchen nodded, and did not deny anything, but generously admitted it, and asked: "Don't hide it from the little brother, it is indeed the first time to come to this prosperous place, but it makes the little brother smile, and I bother to ask the little brother a question, I don't know where to go in this osmanthus workshop?"

The man was about to wave his hand and say "where is the word", when he heard Li Qingchen mention Osmanthus Fang, he quickly flicked his sleeves and made a big salute, saying: "It's Li Qingchen and Li Gongzi, the master specially called the little one to pick up the son, and asked the son to follow the little one." ”

Li Qingchen was about to open his mouth to ask a detailed question, but he immediately swallowed the words again, and secretly said that this Qiansan smile was a little interesting, so he silently walked in with this person, and all the things he saw along the way were all strange scenes that he had never seen or even heard of, and even made Li Qingchen feel a little panicked on his face.

After all, he is only a fifteen-year-old child, even if he is used to seeing life and death, he will still be defeated in this kind of place, which is not surprising, especially the people of Chang'an are influenced a lot by those Hu people in the Western Regions, and the atmosphere is far more open than that of people in other places in Daluo.

At the same time, the little guy who walked in front and led the way did not forget to introduce Li Qingchen to the back along the way.

"Yuhua River, falling rain into flowers, hence the name, Pingkangfang is the first wind in Chang'an City, and Yuhua River is the wind flow in the wind flow, the boat in the river is a major feature, the son and look, but where there are red lanterns hanging on the side, it is not yet to pick up guests tonight, if the lantern is taken down, there are already people, even if they have not sailed to the shore, outsiders can not enter and exit at will. ”

When he said this, the little guy's tone fluctuated a little.

"Good godson understands, the people who live here, are all women sent by the imperial court teaching department, are all implicated by the family, what is the identity of the past, in order to distinguish them, not with the next hook column, each taste, if the son is interested, the villain can take the son to understand in detail, of course, although our osmanthus workshop is not the best, but also worthy of the name of Yuhua River Tanhualang, will never let the son return in defeat. ”

In fact, there is a sentence he didn't say, the court let them, the poor people who were implicated by their fathers and husbands, live on the water for generations, is it really a chic and happy thing, in the final analysis, they are the rootless duckweed, they can only float and sink with the waves, trapped in this place all their lives, and even inferior to the girls outside, at least, they still have hope for life, and one day there may be the possibility of being ransomed.

Li Qingchen said: "Your master is a dry smile? I can't see it, this person is still a master who likes the wind and dust, to be honest, I am not interested in this kind of thing, but I used to have a friend who kept saying that he wanted to bring me here to be chic and happy, but unfortunately until he died, he couldn't take me with him to take a trip to Chang'an." ”

Mentioning Qiansanxiao, the person in front of him didn't speak, but just casually comforted Li Qingchen a few words, for the Venerable Truth, in fact, Li Qingchen also understood, so he didn't ask more, but followed the other party silently to a two-story high, extremely elegant decoration, everywhere can be seen carefully arranged, carved with osmanthus The door of the painting boat stopped.

The man leading the way in front turned his head, bent over, and respectfully invited, "Childe, please come in." ”

Li Qingchen was about to step in, but at this moment, a young man wearing silk and satin shoulders suddenly ran out of the side, and pushed the little guy away when he went up, and then said a little angrily: "Master, I sent someone to ask this morning, didn't you say that the osmanthus shop will not open tonight, why, it was to lie to me?"

The little guy was pushed and almost fell directly into the river, but Li Qingchen next to him pulled it back, and he couldn't thank him, the little guy hurriedly apologized to the young man and said: "Ouch, Young Master Pei, it's really not a lie to you, it's just that the master wants to feast guests tonight, which was decided a few days ago, and I hope that Young Master Pei will take care of it, and come back tomorrow." ”

The young man surnamed Pei pointed to the side, and said arrogantly: "That's really unfortunate, I also want to have a banquet today, I only say this time, don't let me lose face, otherwise you know the consequences." ”

Li Qingchen turned his head to look, but saw that behind the young man, half a step behind, there was still a person standing, with a good face, a long robe, and an extraordinary demeanor, and interjected at this moment: "Brother Pei, didn't you say that you were a frequent visitor here in the past, and that the osmanthus girl has long been obsessed with you, how can you make this kid cut off his beard?"

The little guy was about to explain that Li Qingchen was just a guest, and the young man surnamed Pei turned his head to look at Li Qingchen, and immediately scolded in a cold voice: "Boy, you know each other, hurry up!"