fake prince

Chapter 921 A Gray Pigeon

Qianqi Lake

In the evening, the oxcarts arrive at the shore one after another, and then sent to the lake by boats for painting. It is very lively to and fro, and the breeze is blowing with the fragrance of flowers. They are all well-dressed scholars, and many of them are intoxicated.

"The night scene of a thousand chess games begins from now on."

Often at this time, the boatmen can get a lot of rewards in one night. Although they are lowly and have poisonous eyes, they can tell which ones are scholars with swollen faces and which are well-born sons, even if they wear If you deliberately conceal your identity, you can spot one or two.

No, Wang Laoer just took his eldest son to row a boat and sent two young people on board. Passing by was an old acquaintance who was in the same business. He caught a glimpse of a young man on the old thing's boat. He looked at his clothes and folding fans, and immediately Understand is a son.

"Not those old Juren who only eat tofu and vegetables."

Although Juren is not poor, it is difficult to leave home and arrive in Beijing. The capital is not easy, and it costs a lot.

I also know that there may be a reward in a while, Wang Laoer is a little envious.

"Dog thing, I drove him to a high-ranking guest again... Huh!"

Just thinking about it, Wang Laoer suddenly raised his head and stared, stopped talking, his eyes filled with surprise, it turned out that a bird shadow flew over, and it flew close in a blink of an eye, it was a gray pigeon, but it was more than twice the size of an ordinary pigeon.

"Grey Pigeon." Wang Laoer murmured, held it calmly, took a note from under his feet, opened it, and there were only a few words.

"Go back, let's go to the shore and wait for someone." Wang Laoer said immediately, throwing a small fish over as he spoke, the gray pigeon took a bite and swallowed it immediately.

Then it spread its wings and flew up, not afraid that there would be many hawks in the capital, and they would disappear in a blink of an eye.

"Father, is there an errand?" The eldest son asked in a low voice.

"That's right." Wang Lao Er kept silent, and when the boat arrived at the shore, he looked around. He didn't wait long, and when he turned his gaze, Wang Lao Er's eyes lit up.

Three people came up the embankment, and the ones in front were two literati, one of them was wearing a Juren costume, and he was holding a Hanyu pendant and a sandalwood folding fan in his hand!

Holding the umbrella for the young man was a middle-aged man with a bookish face, at least a scholar, followed by a handsome man who looked more like a skilled follower than a scholar.

This is not only rich, but also powerful, which seems to be the goal.

Wang Laoer's eyes fell on the young Juren in front again, even though he was a big boss, he still felt that his eyebrows were sculpted, and he thought to himself: "The women in the painting boat saw it, and they would be willing to post it upside down."

Wang Laoer looked at it, and the three of them had already come to him, hurriedly bowed to the three of them, and smiled apologetically, "Young master, are you going to attend the literary conference?"

"That's right." Su Ziji, who was asked by Wang Lao Er, glanced at the few painting boats far away in the middle of the lake, and said, "Take the trouble to drive us there."

"Oh, my lord, a villain can't afford to be troublesome. This is what a villain should do. Please come aboard." Wang Er Er hurriedly bowed and said.

These small boats were originally connected with the painting boats in Qianqi Lake, even if they didn't offer a reward, as long as they had carried the passengers and pulled the sheep, the boats would give money in one day.

The boat can accommodate five or six people, except for the father and son who punted the boat, it can just accommodate three people from Su Zi. All three of them are water-savvy, so naturally they are not afraid of capsizing. Standing on the left and right of Su Ziji.

Wang Laoer looked at Yi Lin, and immediately signaled to his son: "Be careful, you are a nobleman."

Su Ziji was standing on the bow of the boat. At this time, it was raining lightly. Not only was it not cool in this weather, but the coolness on the face was very beneficial. At this time, the sun was setting and the night was getting darker. The watermelon lanterns were already lit on the boats. , sailing slowly in the breeze and drizzle.

Not far away is the lotus flower. Although it is not as clear as daytime, lanterns are hung on both the embankment and the boat on the lake. Look, such a light rain night scene arouses Lingsi even more.

A piece of clear shade covered with green moss, the boat sails outside the crystal curtain.

The west wind blows the hibiscus dew, only Qiuxiang is seated.

A burst of melodious singing floated on the smoky lake, and I could still hear the laughing inside. Su Ziji stood on the bow of the boat, his clothes fluttered by the evening wind, and his thoughts fluctuated.

"The so-called decadent sound, that's all. It's really a scene of prosperity."

If you are an ordinary official, you may still feel that "business women don't know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing flowers in the backyard across the river", but Su Zi is a member of the 16th level of government, so he naturally knows that the failure of the country's decline is mostly due to the system, and a small part is due to the king. , What does it have to do with business girls?

The business girl sings, the dancer spins, it's her job, it's her way of making a living, so why ask?

"It's just that this country is picturesque, who is in charge of the ups and downs?"

"It depends on the ability of the literary mind and the carving of dragons."

Su Ziji was thoughtful, passing by the painted boat, the smallest cabin can accommodate dozens of people, the largest has three floors, and the sound of singing and piano is continuously transmitted from the painted boat.

The Thousand Chess Lake Literature Fair was held on the largest boat, and if you get close, you can see the three-story boat, not to mention the carved beams and pillars, but also the corridors surrounding the boat, which can be viewed from the railing.

Carved and hollow wooden windows, some are pushed open, some are half-opened, and the sound of the zither comes from inside, which is more luxurious than the few painted boats that passed by just now, and the singing is also coming from here, so it can be seen that even if the same singer, please come here The diva is also more advanced.

"My lord, we're here." Wang Laoer rowed the boat to the side of the painting boat, he had his own ladder, and when the three of them went up the steps, the people inside had already greeted them: "Three, please come inside."

Without Su Ziji's instructions, the wild Taoist threw a small piece of silver to Wang Laoer, and when the three of them got on the boat, they saw Wang Laoer pick it up, and when they saw Su Ziji go in, they signed in sign language.

When the guy who greeted him saw it, his eyes lit up, and he yelled loudly: "The distinguished guest is here, everyone serve you attentively!"

The yelling was a bit loud, but there was no problem with the content. Ye Daoist looked back and smiled: "Huafang really treats people warmly."

As soon as he said that, he found that there were many Juren inside. When Su Ziji looked at it, there were dozens of people sitting scattered downstairs, in groups of three or four. They were all Juren, and there were not many scholars. .

There are no divas on the ground floor, but there are on the second and third floors. Whether you go up or down, you can do it freely without anyone stopping you.

The difference is that the ground floor allows people who have never met before to strike up a chat, while the second and third floors allow some familiar people to have a convenient place to discuss.

The three of Su Ziji went in, their identities were only water droplets falling into the sea, but their temperament was outstanding and attracted people's attention, but everyone was just for fun, so they just glanced at it.

Ye Daoist was still vigilant, looked around and said in a low voice, "My lord, I'll go around first."

Su Ziji nodded, and the wild man walked away.

Bo Yan followed Su Ziji all the time, almost inseparable, because many of his disciples came this time with their followers, so it was not noticeable that Su Ziji was following Bo Yan behind him.

(End of this chapter)