August 1

After Ye Qing got up, he stood and looked at the Taiping Lake outside the door, and after a while, he took a deep breath and said, "Qianqian, I will go out for a walk today, you just stay at home." ”

"Childe, wait a minute!" Qianqian hurriedly rushed over, took out two small ingots, and took out the golden cup from her arms, put them into Ye Qing's placket and hid them closely, and earnestly instructed: "Young master, don't walk through a remote place on the road, and don't miss the land of fireworks." ”

After the girl finished speaking, she straightened out her clothes: "Go early and return early." ”

Ye Qing coughed: "I didn't take you, because of other reasons, you didn't realize that you have become ...... these days Didn't you buy a silver mirror the day before yesterday? ”

Creak - the wooden door is tightly closed, and the sound of footsteps is far away.

Qianqian was stunned for a moment, full of fog, locked the door, entered the inner room, turned out a silver mirror, and stood on the dresser, replacing the original copper mirror in the store.

In the mirror, at first glance, his face is no different from the past, barely beautiful, and the existence of the ugly duckling in the young master's story.

Thinking that it was the young master's order, Qianqian carefully distinguished, and gradually, she found that her little face was childish, but her eyebrows had a little more charm, and her body was still thin, and she became symmetrical because of a little development.

The girl in the mirror, doubts turned into seriousness, seriousness condensed into calmness, calmness seeped into the body from the eyebrows, and gradually there was a feeling like water.

Qianqian didn't know the word qiyun, but remembered that she used to look at her wife, this is how she felt, I can't tell where it is beautiful, only that it is beautiful.

The young master thinks so too!

The girl in the mirror suddenly blushed, silent, and was about to return to the ugly duckling prototype.

I didn't know whether to protect or escape, Qianqian "swooped" put away the silver mirror and hurriedly stuffed it back into her bag.

After doing this, she got into the quilt, covered her little face with her hands, and the heat was still inevitably expanding, spreading to the base of her ears, neck, and even her whole body.

Joy and shame alternated in her heart, and the sixteen-year-old girl read: "Qianqian, you are really shameless, you are really shameless, bad woman ......"

Ye Qing didn't know that he had missed an interesting scene, so he only wandered around the street.

After realizing it, Ye Qing decided to stay here in line with the attitude of "doing his best and obeying the destiny of heaven", and at the same time made the best and worst plans, until he met Longjun or arrived at the Mid-Autumn Festival on the fifteenth day of the road to return home.

No longer has a contradictory attitude a few days ago, and carefully chooses scholars to travel to and from many locations, and even some Qinglou Chu Pavilions, which is out of the analysis of Long Jun's favorite literati, starting from probability.

But until the end of the day, there was still nothing!

Seeing the sunset, Ye Qing was not discouraged, but returned to the restaurant.

At this time, it was time for dinner, the first and second floors were full of people, and when Ye Qing came back, the guy knew each other, and led him up to the third floor attentively.

Ye Qing ordered food for herself and Qianqian, and Qianqian sent it to the room, and just as she wanted to use it, she heard the guy step forward again: "Childe, do you want to have some wine today?"

Ye Qing was only fifteen years old and rarely used wine, but at this time, on a whim, he asked, "What kind of wine?"

"The most famous thing in this building is the Yellow Dragon Wine, originally not called this name, according to legend in the ancient Wei Dynasty, there is a real person who often comes here, watches the rise and fall of Taiping Lake day and night, and drinks this wine every time. ”

Later, the real person took the dragon into the lake, preached the Tao and ascended to immortality, the wine was called the Yellow Dragon Wine by the locals, after three thousand years, the recipe of this wine has been passed down to this day. ”

Ye Qing listened attentively, and bowed his jaw: "The story is good, bring me a pot." ”

Hearing the last pot, the guy hesitated a little, looked at the shopkeeper, and nodded before he was ready to get it.

At this moment, the person at the opposite table smiled, it was a scholar, raised his glass to pay tribute to Ye Qing, and smiled: "Which one is the real person in this legend, it is the Dragon Monarch of this lake, the layman doesn't know, as for this Yellow Dragon Wine, this eight-hundred-mile Taiping Lake is spiritualized because of the dragon, which hotel along the lake is not attached?"

"This must have been to several famous buildings nearby, not to mention Huanglong wine, that is, Longjun wine, Lake Banquet wine, I have gone through it one by one, but there is nothing special, I think it's just a fake!"

The guy who was about to take the wine darkened his face when he heard this, and said unconvinced: "This guest officer is a scholar, you can go through the county chronicles, who doesn't know that the Huanglonglou has been inherited for thousands of years, and it was destroyed in the war twice, but the original site is here, how can it be swaggering?"

Hearing this, an old man said slowly: "This makes sense, the old man has lived here for forty years, at that time Du Ming Mansion was just in charge, Taiping County is not as prosperous as it is now, the eight-storey Taiping Tower in the east of the city, and the Junshan Tower built by the water on the island in the middle of the lake, but it has never been built." ”

"Yes, I don't know from outside, although this building is not very gorgeous, but it is indeed authentic, and it is really built on the original site!"

The gentleman was a little embarrassed, but the man was satisfied, but there was no reason to persecute the guests, so he went to get the wine and greeted others, which made him embarrassed.

When the wine came up, Ye Qing raised his glass to the scholar opposite, but he was ignored, and immediately smiled slightly, and poured himself a drink.

After taking a sip, I heard a calm voice: "Man, it's as usual." ”

"A jar of yellow dragon wine, four-color side dishes, special dim sum, Mr. Jia, the shopkeeper specially left you a Guwei brand box near the lake......"

Ye Qing was startled, only to see the autumn wind blowing, reflecting the clouds, the green air was calm and pervasive, and the faint sound of water slid in front of him, grand and quiet.

Ye Qing shuddered, and when he came back to his senses, he was just a middle-aged man wearing green clothes and an ordinary appearance, and he didn't have any disappearance at all.

In an instant, a thousand thoughts turned in his heart, and he asked, "Man, how much is this wine?"

"Ye Gongzi, my store has always been sincere, Huanglong wine is brewed for three years, and it is worth three taels of snowflake pattern silver pot, but the boss instructed that you live in the store with wine and vegetables, no need to spend. ”

Ye Qing was taken aback and said, "Although the boss is generous, a pot of three taels of snowflake silver is too expensive, and I am afraid that it will cost five taels for this dish?"

The guy responded yes, and said: "The boss said, you have written three poems, which make my building shine, and this expense can still be supported." ”

Ye Qing hurriedly dismissed and wanted to take out the silver: "It's okay to stay at ordinary times, but this can't be done." ”

When he was about to excuse himself, the middle-aged man surnamed Jia looked at Ye Qing twice, but smiled: "Oh, is it the author of three poems? ”

And the people around immediately responded with a "boom", and they all said: "What this gentleman said is very true, if you publish another poem, we will cover this banquet." ”

Ye Qing thought about it, got up and saluted, and said, "That's it, let me think about it!"

As he spoke, he paced between the private seats on the third floor and looked out of the building.

The white sails on the lake are dotted, the blue water hookah waves are mighty, the sun is shining, the sunset shines on the sandbank, and a line of egrets rise leisurely, flying with the sunset.

This scenery touched the mood and made Ye Qing's thinking clear, and several famous poems were presented in front of him.

Which one to choose?

It's embarrassing.

"Brother Tai is Ye Qing, but now he is short of ideas? Why not drink a few glasses to increase the temperament?" At this time, where did the original scholar get the hostility, Ming Zhu was really depreciated, and he held a wine glass and served it.

"Ha Luha, thank you brother Tai for your kind words. Ye Qing took it seriously, drank the yellow dragon wine in one gulp, was in high spirits, and shouted to the shopkeeper: "Come on!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly instructed the man to take the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Ye Qing made up his mind, sharpened the ink, held the pen, and walked the dragon and snake.

When the people saw the amusement, they all gathered around.

The literary style here is at its peak, and not everyone can compose poems, but they can chant two poems and distinguish between good and bad.

Later, he could only hold his toes, and then he could only shout outside the crowd: "Read it out and listen to it!" ”

In the crowd, the scholar just now read out loud: "The former people have taken the Yellow Dragon!"

This sentence echoes the history of this building, and the tone of the paper is only ordinary, and the second sentence came out in a blink of an eye: "The Huanglong Building is vacant here." ”

Some people frowned, and the middle-aged man looked noncommittal and listened carefully.

Surprisingly, the scholar who read aloud fell silent for a moment.

Urging again and again, someone in the crowd read it on their behalf, but it was two sentences: "The Yellow Dragon is gone, and the clear water is empty for thousands of years." ”

At this time, some people had already heard the artistic conception, and knew why the Taoist priests were silent, and whispered: "So far, this poem is also good!"

Someone in the crowd reminded: "Shhh ”

The following was loudly spread out again: "Qingchuan calendar river sun tree, grass and parrot island." ”

The shopkeeper was overjoyed, but he wondered: "Heyang is the north bank of the Great River, where is Parrot Island?"

Immediately someone laughed: "There is no name on the sandbar in front, birds are haunted from time to time, and there is no shortage of parrots, so I guess I took this name easily...... As soon as this poem came out, this was Parrot Island. ”

There was a calm voice said leisurely: "In the past Great Wei, there was a famous minister Huang Xiang who served as the Taishou here, and the guests were feasted on this oasis, and some people offered parrots, so it was called Parrot Continent, and the sandbar was submerged by the lake, and the water surface appeared three hundred years ago, so the name disappeared into history, and I don't want this to remember." ”

Everyone seemed to be this Mr. Jia, thinking: "This person is also a learned person. ”

Everyone had different thoughts in their hearts, but no one made another sound, and they all listened attentively to the sound of poetry: "Where is the sunset township, the Yanbo Lake makes people sad." ”

There was silence, and the ink paper came out, and the font was tactful, which meant that there was smoke and clouds on the paper.

In Ye Qing's own eyes, this poem emerged with a trace of pure white, gradually turned red, then turned yellow, and finally froze in a pale green.

The middle-aged man looked at this poem in a daze, and the tone of this poem was enough to move, combined with the poetic tracing of the past events, it aroused his thoughts, and he couldn't help asking: "What is the name of this poem?"

Ye Qing added it casually, and said in his mouth: "It's called Huanglonglou." ”

At this time, the boss was overjoyed, this is the treasure of the town building, there is this poem, even if he is not the orthodox Huanglonglou, now it is, and he kept bowing down and thanking him at the moment: "Ye Gongzi is a great poet, and the building will be renamed Huanglonglou in the future. ”

Speaking of this, he also said loudly: "As long as the store does not go out of business, Ye Gongzi will come for free!"

Everyone praised and said, "That's how it should be!"

Ye Qing just smiled and said nothing, and bowed deeply to the middle-aged man: "Thank you Mr. Jia for your help." ”

The middle-aged man came back to his senses with a sigh, looked at him meaningfully, and said lightly: "Xiaoyou really has a heart!"