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Chapter 110 Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted (three more, please subscribe)
"Hundreds of houses are like a game of Go, and Twelfth Street is like a vegetable patch!"

The distribution of hundreds of thousands of houses in Chang'an City is like a chessboard of Go, and the twelve main streets divide the city like neat vegetable beds.

This poem by Bai Juyi is about the Chessboard Street outside the imperial city. The tidy and well-proportioned layout, the straight and spacious street, if you stand on a high place, you can feel pleasing to the eyes.

Today is the day to rest and take a bath in the Imperial Hospital. It has been more than half a month since I came to Chang'an City, and this is the first time for Lin Qian, brother and sister to go out for a walk.

Lin Xinyun wore a long dress in aqua blue palace dress, matched with her already fair skin, it was really as white and flawless as a lily, fresh and elegant, which attracted many people to look back along the way.

But seeing Lin Zhen, dressed as a martial artist and wearing a long knife on his waist, who is not easy to mess with at first glance, and Lin Qian, who is wearing a Confucian shirt, handsome and handsome, and has an extraordinary temperament, some disciples naturally stay far away ,

In Chang'an City, you must have good eyesight when you're on the street.

"This persimmon cake has a delicate taste and a bit of bite, coupled with the sour taste of the persimmon, it makes people have an endless aftertaste. It's really good!"

Lin Xinyun took a bite of the persimmon cake in her hand, and rolled her eyes slightly, obviously thinking about how to make the persimmon cake again.

"Well, it's delicious!"

Lin Zhen threw the whole persimmon cake into his mouth like a cow chewing a peony, and swallowed it after chewing a few times. I'm afraid he didn't taste it at all, but since the little girl said it was delicious, it's good eat it!
Lin Qian's eyes were also brightened. The fried persimmon cake looked greasy, but it didn't taste too oily. On the contrary, the taste of persimmon filled his mouth. Both the texture and the taste were impeccable. It was really good!
They came out today to buy materials for my little sister to learn alchemy, and to go shopping by the way.

The material of the previous war puppet was pieced together from the kites of the witch in Lin Zhen's hands, so it looked colorful and rather shabby.

Now the space kit is already in Lin Xinyun's waist. According to Lin Zhen, a warrior only needs a long knife and does not need such foreign things as the space kit. Lin Xinyun learned alchemy and used it to hold materials and war Puppet, but just right.

A gust of wind blew, and Lin Xinyun shivered. The winter in Chang'an was colder than Lin Qian imagined.

Suddenly, a piece of fluffy white fell on Lin Qianru's shirt, and when he looked up, heavy snow like goose feathers had already fallen!
Before you know it, it's the winter solstice, and it's snowing in Chang'an!

Soon, the world in front of him turned into pure white.

The pedestrians on the road seemed to have gotten used to it for a long time, and they were doing their own things, and they were not affected by the sudden heavy snowfall.

"Brother Fan, wait here!"

At this time, two scholars hurried forward from behind Lin Qian and the three of them.

"Brother Sang, I'm not talking about you. When will you correct your procrastination? If you miss Mr. Wang's plum blossom banquet today, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

"This...isn't it snowing, good omen, good omen!"

"Young Master Wang will definitely not care."

"Hey...too lazy to say you..."

The two bickered like this and hurried away.

Plum blossoms usually bloom on a large scale in the first month of the twelfth lunar month, but since ancient times, scholars have loved plum blossoms, so many aristocratic families have specially bred plum blossoms of special varieties, so that princes and nobles can enjoy plum blossoms in winter.

Today coincides with the winter solstice, and there is heavy snow again. The weather is beautiful, and this plum blossom banquet is really a good time to choose!
"I heard that the Tiandao poet has also come to Chang'an, so I must be able to write another famous poem about plum blossoms or snow this winter!"

Another group of Confucian scholars passed by, but the object of their discussion was Lin Qian. These people were all Confucian scholars who came to Beijing to catch up on the exam. Now that the provincial exams in Dagan and other places have been over for a while, although there is still a long way to go before the autumn next year For a long time, it has become the default rule for candidates to come to Chang'an after the government examination.

Come here earlier, one is to get familiar with the environment, and secondly, you can make many friends. Of course, the most important thing is that you need to mix circles to do the imperial examination.

Coming to Chang'an to find a thigh to hug is the reason why most candidates arrive early.

Since one wants to make friends with dignitaries, it is inevitable to attend banquets. People are so sophisticated, so they are eating, drinking and having fun here!
After all, not everyone has the kind of talent that the rich and powerful can recognize when they see their works.

But they passed by Lin Qian, but they didn't know Lin Qian at all.

Hearing this and seeing the heavy snow, what came to Lin Qian's mind was not some famous poem about the snow, nor was it "what does it look like in heavy snow, it's almost impossible to sprinkle salt in the sky", but "what is flying in the sky, There are piles in the east and piles in the west; could it be that the Jade Emperor built a golden palace and sifted lime and sifted lime."

"o(≧mouth≦)o"

Lin Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he could only say that the Internet was harmful.

If these Confucian scholars knew what he was thinking now, they would think him a "shame of literati", which would be ridiculous.

"It's not entirely true. The Heavenly Dao poet hasn't written any new works for some days. He's really exhausted!"

It was quickly refuted.

"You, you are just jealous! If you have the ability, you can also write a poem about the way of heaven?"

"What's so great about it? If a hero doesn't mention his bravery back then, can he eat a poem of the Dao of Heaven for a lifetime?"

"Hey, you're right, you can eat it for a lifetime, don't you agree?"

"What's more, there is more than one Heavenly Dao poem..."

A group of people just laughed and went away.

Lin Qian wasn't angry at all. Those who said that he was at the end of his talents probably didn't mean that. When chatting with friends, it's normal to say hi.

And he really didn't have the idea of ​​going to pay respects to the dignitaries. The old party's behavior in the court that day had chilled him. Although it was only a one-sided statement in that letter, the actions of the master Wang Zhuan also confirmed this point, so the people of the old party , there is no need to pay a visit.

As for Xia Yan, his Tiandao article is the best thing to pay homage to. Now that his identity is sensitive, it is best not to have too many intersections with the New Party, and that letter specifically asked him.

Lin Qian didn't care, but Lin Xinyun couldn't take it anymore, pouted, and looked at the group of Confucian scholars going away with hatred. If it wasn't for worrying about causing trouble, she would have wished to summon a war puppet from the space kit to arrest that Confucian scholar and beat him up. a meal.

"How can there be such a bad-speaking person in this world?"

"It sucks!"

After wandering around for several hours, finally under Lin Qian's protest, the three of them returned to their small courtyard.

It doesn’t matter if the elder brother is a sixth-rank martial artist, God knows what’s wrong with my little sister’s Schrödinger’s physical fitness, even he, a seventh-rank Confucianist who has undergone self-cultivation, feels tired, but the younger sister is still full of energy and eager to inquire about it. No matter what novelty you see, you will never get tired of it.

Sure enough, shopping with women is a dangerous thing!

Back home, the three brothers and sisters had a meal of cabbage and pork dumplings. The steaming dumplings dispelled the winter cold.

This is Lin Qian's first winter solstice here!
(End of this chapter)