Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 4 Urge... Urge what?
It is said that sisters either love money or love beauty. Li Shan had no money and no face in his previous life, so he couldn't prove it, but today, he proved this point. At least the sisters in Nanqu, Pingkangfang, Chang'an City, Tang Dynasty, didn't even love money. , only love pretty.

Even though he was shy, but with his handsome appearance and no stage-fright demeanor, Li Shan walked in Nanqu calmly... he didn't even have time to use his poetry skills.

In this era, you can only go to Beiqu if you have money in your pocket, and you can indulge in flowers in Nanqu and Zhongqu if you have money in your stomach or a handsome young man like Li Shan.

Pingkangfang is divided into three parts, the northern part sells butchers, the middle part... er, is a fixed-point service, and the southern part is a bit like a high-end club.

In the small hall, Li Shan tried his best to sit cross-legged in the corner, his eyes fell on the figure of the dancing singer, and his ears were pricked up to listen to a few young people reciting poems and odes there. , and heard nothing useful except some nasty stuff.

Uh, Li Shan has tried hard enough to hide himself, but unfortunately the light is too bright, and he seems to be shrinking in the corner, but those young people look over from time to time.

Where did it go wrong?

Li Shan frowned and thought for a while, then turned his head and looked at the diva beside him who was pouring wine for him... Although he was a little younger, he had picturesque features, a graceful figure, and a charming smile between his words and smiles. goblin!

I have experienced similar occasions with my mentor in my previous life. Li Shan cast a gentle smile over there, wrapped his arms around the little fairy's waist, and exerted a little force on his hands...

Suddenly there was a drumming noise from outside, a young man hurried in and said, "Li Xuantong and Wang Xiaoji are dead, and Dingzhou, Qizhou, and Jizhou are all fallen."

The hall was silent at once, and after a while, someone shouted in a panicked tone: "The sage should make the King of Qin attack him!"

"Difficult, difficult, difficult!" The young man who came in to report the news just now shook his head and said, "It has been four months since Liu Heitai raised his army. The King of Huai'an and Luo Yi of Youzhou were both defeated. Xiao Liang, now you should appease Lingnan by Yue Yue Ling."

"Insufficient troops... No wonder the saint intends to abolish the temples in Guanzhong."

"Brother Wang, don't worry, the Taiyuan Wang family...Princess Pingyang is always guarding Weize Pass, Taiyuan is worry-free."

After tossing and tossing for more than an hour, he finally heard some useful news. Li Shan squinted his eyes and lowered his head to look at the wine cup on the table. He was slowly rubbing his right hand, and the singer's low whisper came from his ear.

After pricking up his ears and listening for a while, Li Shancai figured out the origin of this young man just now. Wang Renyou, a direct descendant of the Taiyuan Wang family, and his uncle Wang Yushang Tongan Princess, are the brother-in-law of the sage Li Yuan.

Wang Renyou came from a famous family, and was loved by Wang Yu and Princess Tongan. Although he was not arrogant, he was very coquettish. He spread the news just now, but soon put the war behind him and began to compose poems. endowed.

"In terms of this generation, with Brother Wang around, who dares to say that poetry is better than it?"

Look over there spreading paper and rubbing ink, the singer beside her is blowing like blue, "Lang Jun..."

Li Shan smiled slightly, got up and walked away with a wave, the singer looked intently, covered her small cherry mouth, and walked in with the paper.

Behind the curtain, the pipa sounded, mixed with a few karma drums. After a while, the music stopped, accompanied by the quiet shakuhachi playing, and a woman sang loudly: "The jasper is as high as a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons are hanging down. I don't know who will cut the thin leaves." Come out, the spring breeze in February is like scissors."

"Lang Jun..." The little goblin entangled again, "My slave also wants to..."

Li Shan stretched out his right hand, and the little goblin took the initiative to give it to his waist, and asked casually, "Do you have a name?"

"My slave Furong, nicknamed Xiaoman."

Li Shan smiled and said: "Cherry Furong mouth, Yangliu small waist."

At this time, the singing had stopped, and one person sighed: "This poem Wing Chun is not weaker than Xue Sili."

That's natural, He Zhizhang, one of the eight immortals in drinking, is no worse than Xue Daoheng.

A young scribe glanced at Wang Renyou, followed this sentence to change the subject, "It's a pity that Xue Sili's fifth son, brother Bo Bao, who can inherit his ambition, is the successor brother."

"It's a blessing in disguise, brother Bo Bao is now the head of Tiance Mansion, and he's enjoying the spring breeze."

Wang Renyou's face was a little stiff, and he cupped his hands and forced a smile: "Which great talent wrote such a beautiful sentence?"

After looking left and right, everyone turned their gazes to the corner in unison. Apart from them, there was only that little boy in the hall who made them jealous!
But Li Shan, who had been sitting in the corner, had left without a sound. The little man was still sitting there, looking out of the door with reluctance, making everyone's teeth sour.

Walking casually in Pingkangfang, a large amount of information was arranged in an orderly manner in Li Shan's mind. After he sorted out the clues, he couldn't help sighing secretly, it was a bit difficult to deal with.

Although it cannot be confirmed, Li Shan feels that even if it is not close to ten, it is at least [-]% to [-]% sure... Regarding the abolition of the temple, it is probably not the choice caused by Li Yuan's sudden personal beliefs, but has obvious political meaning. .

When Dou Jiande was beheaded, Liu Heikai revived, and across Hebei, his troops were almost invincible. Li Xiaogong's army was still in the south of the Yangtze River or even in the south of Lingnan, and Guanzhong was short of troops, so he chose to abolish the temple to replenish the source of troops.

Don’t think it’s just abolishing the temple... Dongshan Temple is just a small temple, with a total of more than 30 monks, but if it is abolished, Zhujiagou is included in the list, and Zhechong Prefecture can at least mobilize a hundred soldiers, and a temple like Guanzhong abound.

Li Shan smacked his lips, it was really tricky, but let it go?
The mother and son live in Zhujiagou. Although most of the villagers despise Li Shan, they have always respected the Zhu family. Moreover, Li Shan remembers that Liu Heitai was very good at fighting, and many famous generals in the early Tang Dynasty were defeated by him. Luo Shixin seemed to have died in this battle.

Leaving Pingkangfang with a sad face, Li Shan found Zhu Ba who refused to accompany him to the brothel, and found a drugstore.

"So much?" The clerk looked at Zhu Ba in surprise, "Where's the prescription?"

Li Shan on the side blinked, "Can't you buy and sell without medicine?"

"It's not..." The clerk hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the shopkeeper of the pharmacy, who came over and asked a few words, "Two catties? Who wants it?"

Li Shan glanced at Zhu Ba, who puffed up his chest and said, "The poor monk bought plaster for medicinal purposes."

The shopkeeper's mouth was a little crooked, and his expression was a little weird. He pointed at the guy to get the medicine.

The clerk at the side came out with a bag, and the shopkeeper muttered in a low voice: "No wonder the saint wants to abolish the temple, people's hearts are not old..."

Seeing Li Shan's curious appearance, the shopkeeper said in a low voice, "Using such a large dose of plaster must be prolactin."

"Hurry... hurry... what?"

The shopkeeper said clearly: "Shen Nong's Materia Medica records that gypsum, severe cold in nature, main apoplexy, cold and heat, rebellious qi in the heart, wheezing, dry mouth and tongue, can't breathe, hard pain in the abdomen, milk production, golden sores, but so The dose must be prolactin."

Li Shan, who had drunk too much just now, burped, smiled dryly and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything... Anyway, someone has already taken the blame.

(End of this chapter)