The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 169 Let's go make trouble~

Song Yingcai seemed to pretend to sort out his emotions, and then said helplessly full of emotions.

"Then Tang Sufan actually compromised his talent! Go and do business!"

"If he is trapped in life, let alone, if there is hardship in life, how can we scribes ignore it! But Tang Sufan is not short of money, and he is still doing business!"

"You say, isn't this a shame for me as a literati?"

To say that it is not common for later generations to do business, but in this day and age.

Hmph, if you don't read a good book and go about your own despicable business affairs, then don't blame us noble writers for spraying you.

"what!"

Immediately, a talented scholar shouted in shock.

"Is that so?"

"This little poet fairy is going to be a merchant?"

"Isn't this self-deprecating!"

"Such a literary talent may be confused by the world. Brothers, do you think I will try to persuade you!"

"Yeah, Brother Cui is right!"

"It's time to persuade him to return from the wrong way!"

Immediately, all kinds of discussions of justice and speech were heard at the scene.

Song Yingcai smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and then continued to conclude with an angry face.

"Guys, tell me, what kind of difference is it if this kind of behavior doesn't embarrass us literati!"

While Song Yingcai was talking, he was so happy that he took off, Tang Sufan, fighting with this young master will ruin your reputation.

Shame before the snow!
Afterwards, Song Yingcai waited until everyone had a good discussion for a while before speaking again.

"Everyone, not only that! Have you heard of Xiaoyaoxuan in the past few days?"

"Xiaoyaoxuan?"

Many people frowned, as if they were a little familiar.

That Wang Tao lowered his eyebrows slightly, and remembered: "By the way, the sweet-scented osmanthus wine from Chunxin Pavilion in the past two days was provided by Xiaoyaoxuan!"

Song Yingcai continued to say at this time: "Everyone knows, Xiaoyaoxuan is the restaurant opened by Tang Sufan!"

"What, this famous sweet-scented osmanthus brewing is not possible because of their family's location?"

"That's right, after some inquiries, Song found out that Tang Sufan's Xiaoyaoxuan will open in Dongmen Street two days later, and the signboard of Xiaoyaoxuan has already been hung on the shop!"

"Everyone knows, what is the price of this sweet-scented osmanthus brew in Chunxin Pavilion?"

Wang Tao was lucky enough to have a drink at Chunxin Pavilion in the past two days, which made many colleagues envy him for a long time, and he was even proud of it, and mentioned a few words from time to time.

Then Wang Tao said: "It seems...a pot costs [-] Wen!"

"What, seven hundred words!"

Some people who hadn't drunk immediately stared.

What kind of wine, seven hundred Wen!

and!

A pot is only about a catty!

If you want to talk about a fight of wine, wouldn't it be a fight of ten thousand wines! ! ! !
"That's right, a pot of seven hundred wen!"

Song Yingcai patted the table hard.

"Think about it, everyone, if Tang Sufan's wine is sold, how many people will be able to afford it! Isn't this setting a sky-high price arbitrarily and greedy for profit?!!!"

Immediately, someone cursed with increasing anger: "This, this, this! This Tang Sufan, really damages the character of our literati!"

"It's really a shame for a literati. I thought that this person is only a shallow person, and he can get lost! But I didn't expect it to be so hopeless!"

"Really despised!"

"Hiss, although the two of us have never met each other, it's in vain for me to regard this little poetry fairy as a confidant in the literary world! It's really hateful!"

Tang Sufan: Why the hell didn't I know I had a bosom friend (￢_￢)
One by one speaks righteously, anger is indisputable, resentful and generous.

"Think again, everyone, in this year! Refugees are everywhere, and this Tang Sufan actually uses grain to make wine! Such a waste of grain, he ignores the suffering people in Chang'an, and has no compassion!"

"Tell me, what qualifications do people like this have to be called Little Poetry Immortals!"

"No matter how good his literary talent is, he is just a villain who is eager for quick success and has no heart!"

Song Yingcai made one move at a time, and at the end, he simply stood up and shouted.

A summary directly defines Tang Sufan as a greedy villain!

The anger at the scene was stirred up even more.

"Yes, Brother Song is absolutely right!"

"I saw that quarrel, and it was thanks to Brother Song's kindness. He offended you. Brother Song didn't care about it, it was a great kindness! He has no sense of reverence!"

"It's really hateful! Literati, I think we, the scribes, have to do something!"

"That's right!"

Song Yingcai raised his head and looked around, pretending to be compassionate.

With a wave of his hand, he said righteously: "Everyone, I still have some strength. I believe that we must not let the shame of the literary world destroy our literati's character!"

"I have a proposal! When he opens his business, I will bring more scholars and scholars to parade through the streets! Let such self-willed and depraved people who have no compassion for humanity pay the price!"

"What do you guys think?"

As soon as this remark came out, it won a lot of echoes and catering.

"Brother Song is right!"

"Brother Song is right. I think we, Wenzi, should not let such people tarnish our literary style!"

"I'll explain the situation to the students in Hongwen Hall when I get back!"

"The literati in my Imperial Academy who care about the common people will not sit idly by!"

"Yes, wait until his Xiaoyao Xuan opens! I will seek justice for the common people!"

"exactly!"

For a while, this group of people's definition of this matter became bigger and bigger!

For a moment, it seemed as if they were conspiring together on some major national event!
Everything is for justice in the world!

Response flocks, blood indignation!

It’s not lively.

Song Yingcai looked at everyone's reactions with a faint smile on his lips, and drank a glass of wine contentedly.

But just after taking a sip, Song Ying frowned faintly, and immediately put down the so-called 'fine wine' in the cup.

Why can't I drink it? What kind of wine is this?

It's not as good as sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing.

(-ι_-)
When the crowd here is indignant.

Tang Sufan's opening was also being prepared all the time.

Some people found that Dongmen Street in Chang'an City East City has become lively in the past two days.

And in a large open space on the westernmost side of Dongmen Street, a red cloth arena was erected.

Many passers-by stopped to watch this unique arena.

I don't know which noble family is going to make a big battle?

And at this moment, in the imperial city, in a certain palace in the Da'an Palace.

Snapped!
An old man with tiger eyes concealing majesty, ragged clothes, gray hair, and a bright gold robe sits among a group of court ladies.

The group of flowers is so gorgeous, so unrestrained.

The falling wine glass frightened the faces of all the maids and concubines who were serving them.

"What kind of wine is this! Let me drink it!"

Immediately, an old servant hurried over and said in a trembling voice.

"Back... Back to the Supreme Emperor... This... Your Majesty... Your Majesty sent over two pots of sweet-scented osmanthus wine... After you drink it, there will be no more..."

"Hmph, Nizi! Nizi!"

The old man in bright yellow like gold yelled angrily!

And the rebellious son he was talking about was the son of today, Li Shimin.

And he was the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty who was forced to abdicate in the ninth year of Wude.

Li Yuan!

"Hmph, let that rebellious son bring it to me! I want wine! I want good wine!!!!"

The old servant hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, this wine...is not sold in the market yet... I heard that this wine was obtained by the empress from outside the palace. Someone brought it here!"

Li Yuan's angry face didn't get any better, and he continued to say angrily: "Hmph, how did he become the emperor of the dog! The whole world belongs to him, and two jugs of wine are enough to make trouble?"

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