big week bad guy

Chapter 73
The autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtains are not curled up, and frost comes at night.

September [-]th is already late autumn.

By the Qujiang Pool in Chang'an City, the leaves of the sycamore trees planted on the bank of the lake have turned yellow, and clusters of them gather together like golden waves.

Autumn is getting stronger, and there are many tourists who come to Qujiang Pond to enjoy the autumn, scrambling to catch the tail of autumn.

But today, the Qujiang Pool is full of people and lively.

Because the annual Qujiang Poetry Fair is held today.

Reputable literati in Chang'an City gathered in Qujiang, vowing to compete with each other.

As for the daughters of rich and noble families, they will look far away from the small building in the other courtyard by the Qujiang Pool, hoping to take this opportunity to find beautiful women.

Zhao Xun came to Qujiang accompanied by Jia Xingwen and Wangcai.

It's just that he didn't expect the scene to be so vast and spectacular.

A few days ago, his legendary novel "Nie Xiaoqian" became popular in Chang'an City, and he quickly wrote several companion articles to take advantage of the popularity.

The experience of a liberal arts student told Zhao Xun that he must take advantage of his popularity to write more articles and make more money.

An out-of-date author is not as good as a dog, and an out-of-date author has no human rights.

Zhao Xun is now popular in the streets and alleys of Chang'an, so he naturally wants to seize the opportunity to attract more money.

Make money with your skills, don't be ashamed.

Amitabha, Amitabha, Mr. Pu Songling please let me go.

Of course, apart from rushing to write novels, Zhao Xun spent all his time preparing for the Qujiang Poetry Meeting.

Although Shan Zhang and his old man have already hinted at Zhao Xun through his dream, Zhao Xun still feels that everything is unstable until the last moment.

It is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself. If he really wants to worship under Shanchang's family, he must show his limelight at this Qujiang poetry meeting and show the strength of Wenquxing.

In this era when fighting for strength is not as good as fighting for father, whoever has more godfathers will be able to go further.

Zhao Xun has already recognized Yuan Tiangang as foster father, and Wu Quanyi as his master, if he can worship under Shanchang's sect again, then he will not be able to walk sideways in Chang'an City, at least he will not be bullied and plotted against.

"Brother Mingyun, don't come here without any problems."

Zhao Xun followed the voice and saw that it was Luo Shaoyuan, the well-known dandy in Chang'an City, the son of Marquis of Pingnan, and felt bad luck in his heart.

This Luo Shaoyuan is notorious in Chang'an City. He is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

Wait, wasn't Zhao Xun like this before?

But fortunately, he encountered the soul grabbing the house, and since then his life has undergone a 180-degree change, the kind that ten cows can't pull back!
Maybe Luo Shaoyuan also wants to make changes?
The prodigal son will not exchange money when he turns back, Zhao Xun should also give Luo Shaoyuan a chance.

Besides, if you don't reach out and don't hit the smiling person, the two already had friendship before, so there's no need to make it so stiff.

"Ah, so it's Brother Shaoyuan. I haven't seen you in a month, and Brother Shaoyuan has become more and more handsome."

I have to say that this Luo Shaoyuan has a good skin, and Zhao Xun's praise can be regarded as a feeling.

Of course, compared with Zhao Xun, Luo Shaoyuan is still a lot worse.

Zhao Xun and Luo Shaoyuan walked towards Qujiangchi Wharf one after the other, while Jia Xingwen and Wangcai followed behind.

"Why did Brother Shaoyuan come to Qujiangchi?"

Zhao Xun asked casually.

"Why, you are only allowed to come, Zhao Mingyun, and I, Luo Shaoyuan, can't come?"

Zhao Xun didn't change his face when he heard the words, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Luo Shaoyuan laughed and said: "Brother Mingyun, I am joking with you, don't take it seriously. To be honest, the old man at home asked me to come, saying that he wanted me to learn more from you. Come and judge Brother Li Mingyun, Didn't I hang out with you all the time in the past few years? At that time, we could be said to be inseparable. At that time, the old man didn't say much, why, now that you have become famous, he started to teach me, what is this? "

Hearing this, Zhao Xun breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, Luo Shaoyuan is still the Gaoliang boy he knew.

After a while, the group came to a painting boat by the pier.

Compared with the painting boat that Zhao Xun boarded on the Qujiang lake tour last time, today's boat is obviously bigger.

Everyone in the world knows that Haoran Academy is behind the organizer of the Qujiang Poetry Fair. Naturally, the academy cannot be inferior in terms of pomp and circumstance, which makes people look down upon it.

At this time, someone had already been waiting in front of the boat, and when they saw Zhao Xun and his party coming, they bowed their hands respectfully and said politely: "Several, please show the invitation card."

Although the Qujiang Poetry Club is an occasion for literati to fight their skills, some dignitaries in Chang'an City were invited.

There is no way, these people are sponsors, and they are the fathers of the sponsors.

All the expenses of this poetry meeting will be borne by them, and it is reasonable for the patron's father to rub the heat.

There is no doubt that the Luo family is one of the sponsors.

Luo Shaoyuan and Zhao Xun took out their invitations one by one and boarded the boat in style.

Wangcai and Jia Xingwen were a little embarrassed.

After boarding the boat, Zhao Xun turned around and said to Jia Xingwen and Wangcai, "Brother Jia, Wangcai, take a walk along the lake first. When the poetry meeting is over, I will come to you."

After entering the cabin, Zhao Xun couldn't help feeling that the ancients really knew how to play.

An artificial canal runs through the spacious cabin.

The canal is blocked by wooden boards on both sides, maintaining a slightly inclined angle. On one side of the canal is a miniature waterwheel, and the water is poured in from here and flows into the canal.

On the other side of the canal is a man-made lagoon.

Zhao Xun didn't know what this thing was for, and was afraid of being timid, so he lowered his voice and asked Luo Shaoyuan next to him, "My brother Shaoyuan, why did they build a man-made canal in the painting boat?"

Luo Shaoyuan showed a smug look on his face, thinking that there is something you, Zhao Mingyun, don't know.

"Brother Ming Yun, this is a new object I created. It is very cold in winter and it is not suitable for drinking water outside. This object can be used instead."

Zhao Xun suddenly realized when he heard the words.

It turns out that this is a miniature version of the Qushui Liushang decoration.

Rich people really know how to play.

Wait, isn't he also a rich man, why is he living so poorly?

To change, this must be changed.

Life still has to have a sense of ritual.

"Brother Mingyun, even though everyone is not here yet, it's boring to sit here. Why don't you compose a poem to help you enjoy yourself. How about it?"

Just as Zhao Xun wanted to praise Luo Shaoyuan, this pig teammate came out, and Zhao Xun said in his heart that he couldn't move, he couldn't move.

But he couldn't take Luo Shaoyuan's face off, so he could only nod his head slightly, paced up and down and said:

"There are tens of thousands of people in Chang'an, and each of them has his own camp when he goes out. It's just me and the head of the mountain, traveling leisurely on trusting horses.

Going to Qujiangtou, the grass and trees are shining brightly.Nanshan has a good color, and patients are in a good mood.

Waterfowl turn their white feathers, and the wind and lotus curl up with green stems.Why go to the Canglang, that is, you can wash your tassels.

If the times don't come back again, it's hard to enjoy them again.Sitting in the world of mortals, the sound of evening drums.

After returning home for one night, the world will be slightly revived.Lai Wen Yaohua sings, and then the dust is clear. "

(End of this chapter)