Simultaneous time travel starts from the flower age

Chapter 62 Yuzhou Shisanlang!
A middle-aged man with messy hair, narrowed eyes, a flat nose, a big round face and a big, thick mouth ran out from a tea stall nearby.

Could it be?

"This young man is very talented in writing!"

"From my perspective, this seems to be your first time in Qingjing. I think you are here to attend the poetry gathering of Prince Jing!"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom and said, "I have a map of Qingjing here. If you don't mind, you can take it!"

"Sir, if you want to see Huangmei, it's not here. You have to go around to the west gate. That's where it is!"

really!

Wang Qinian, the painter selling pictures at the city gate!
Live together!

Zhou Cai thought that this person was quite nice, and someone was giving him a map, so he quickly took it. When he turned around to show it to Zhang Fan, he was grabbed by Wang Qinian!
Wang Qinian stared at Zhou Cai with a smile, then glanced at Zhang Fan.

"Chenghui, 10 taels of silver!"

"Go ahead and rob me! Ten taels!"

Zhou Cai looked incredulous. Was he being ripped off?

Zhang Fan looked somewhat helpless.

"We have settled the payment for the goods! Young Master, don't you agree?"

"Master! I.I."

Zhou Cai felt helpless and almost cried. He worked hard for half a year but only earned less than 10 taels of silver a month, and his young master didn't say whether he would double it or not.

Zhang Fan just smiled and said, "Zhou Cai, count out 10 taels, no, 20 taels for this Lord Wang!"

"Young Master?" Zhou Cai didn't understand why he had to give 10 taels more, but after Zhang Fan gave him a signal with his eyes, he immediately did as he was told.

"Then thank you, young master!"

Wang Qinian was counting the silver with a happy look on his face. He took it out and bit it, but then he reacted and asked.

"Eh? How does this young master know my last name is Wang?"

Zhou Cai had already driven Zhang Fan away in a carriage. A voice came from the carriage, "Everyone knows that there's a Mr. Wang who sells maps at the city gate in Qingjing! Hahahaha!"

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"I come from Yuzhou, and I'm the thirteenth child, so just call me Yuzhou Thirteenth Boy!"

Interesting! Interesting!
Wang Qinian thought, what a wonderful person, why don’t you call him Yuzhou Miaomiaosheng!

But my reputation is becoming more and more famous, and it has actually spread out. I have to stay out of the limelight, stay out of the limelight!

Let’s just go back to the Inspection Institute and stay there tonight!
Wang Qinian thought about this and walked towards the Supervisory Office.

After spending some time on the road and earning 20 taels of silver, Wang Qinian ate a bowl of fragrant oil-splashed noodles. He didn't dare to add meat, and bought a bag of fennel beans to pass the time in the evening.

I have to take all the money home tomorrow. There is a tigress and her cubs at home. There is no other way.

After eating the noodles, we walked along the road to the famous Tianhe Street in Qingjing City. The water system in Nanqing is well-developed, and Qingjing is even more so. There is a gently flowing stream on both sides of the road. If you want to enter the yamen, you have to cross the stone bridge over the flowing water, which is exactly as described in the book.

Wang Qinian entered the Inspection Institute leisurely!
There was nothing special about this Inspection Office. It was a building made of clear grey stone. Many officials came and went in the courtyard, but most of them had stern faces and looked lifeless. No one would even say hello to them when they saw them.

Without caring about others, Wang Qinian went back to his own academy with a smile on his face.

He reached his seat in the hall, lit an oil lamp, kicked off his shoes, took out a copy of "A Dream of Red Mansions", spread out some melon seeds on the side, and was just about to enjoy his leisure time when a voice from the second floor startled him.

"Hey! Lord Wang is back! He's so leisurely. Could it be that the documents of Teng Zijing that I wanted are ready?"

"Oh my! My dear little Fan, why are you here?"

The person on the second floor was Fan Xian, who was helping Teng Zijing investigate the case at this moment!
Wang Qinian hurriedly stood up, without even bothering to put on his shoes, and saluted.

"How can I be so powerful in your small secretarial office?"

"Don't, don't, I'll find it for you right away! Right away! Right away! Hehe!" Wang Qinian said and went straight to the Yizi scroll library.

Fan Xian shook his hand in front of his nose, frowned, and pretended to be disgusted, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Lord Wang, put on your shoes!"

"Hey, okay! Okay! Thank you, Master Fan!"

Wang Qinian also stretched out his hand, bowed several times to apologize, and hurriedly put on his shoes.

But I was grumbling in my heart that this young Master Fan was also anxious. He said he would come tomorrow, but he came again today!

I searched left and right but couldn't find it.

"Didn't you say it's right here?"

"Hey! Here! Here! Let me look for it!"

Wang Qinian walked around the shelves looking for Teng Zijing's case file but still couldn't find it. In order to hide his embarrassment, he suddenly thought of the owner of the twenty taels of silver.

"Master Xiao Fan, you are the great talent who wrote The Red Chamber. I got a poem outside the city today. Would you like to appreciate it for me?"

Fan Xian was on the second floor, picking up a bunch of grapes, and was also bored. "Okay! Just read it out while you're looking for it. Don't be lazy!"

"Hey! Don't worry, sir!"

"Listen carefully!"

"On the east side of the imperial capital's official road, plum blossoms ripen in April."

"The dragon is happy all day, circling around the whirlpool and returning to the shore."

Fan Xian was stunned when he heard this, "Guan Daodong from the Imperial Capital!"

It should be "Nanjing Xipu Road"!
This is Du Fu's "Spring Rain"!
Suddenly I remembered that when a merchant came to buy glass, he said that a batch of glass beads appeared in Yuzhou City!

Could it be!
"Master Fan also thinks this poem is good! I think so too!" Wang Qinian said with a smile on his face, but his hands did not move. He searched through it at a very fast speed!
Fan Xian's expression remained unchanged, and he asked again, "Sir Wang, tell me the truth, who wrote this poem of yours?"

"Hehe! It's true that nothing can be hidden from Lord Fan!"

Wang Qinian looked up at the second floor and said with a smile, "I am not idle today."

"No! I received a tip today and it's on my way out of the city! On my way! The main thing is the mission!"

"Humph!"

"Please forgive me, Master Xiao Fan!"

Hearing Fan Xian snort, Wang Qinian didn't bother to look for it anymore. He hurriedly dropped the case files to the ground and bowed.

"Master Xiao Fan, everything I say is true! Every word is true!"

Fan Xian said as he walked downstairs.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Lord Wang, don't mind it! You recited this poem very well. Tell me in detail!"

"Okay! Master Fan, you don't know this, so let me tell you in detail!"

Wang Qinian straightened up, straightened his hair, straightened his clothes, and began to talk about what happened outside the city gate.

So and so, like this and like that!
"So his name is Nanhai Shisanlang!"

Fan Xian said with his back to Wang Qinian, and Wang Qinian couldn't see the expression on his face!
"Master Xiao Fan, that young man left behind this nickname! Oh! No, that young man left behind the nickname Yuzhou Shisanlang!"

"Hey! The case file you wanted, Master Fan! Isn't it right here? I found it with just one wave. Master Fan?"

After Wang Qinian finished speaking, he lowered his head and saw the case file of Teng Zijing.

He bent down to take it, and when he stood up again, Fan Xian was nowhere to be seen.

He walked a few steps to the door and added, "Master Xiao Fan! Where are you? Hey!"

　Today's chapter ends!
　　
　
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