romantic flower

() In the seventh year of Zhao Dynasty, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a fire meteor piercing the dark sky, and a loud noise exploded outside the city.In the early morning of the next day, the sheriff of Bianzhou City took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the twilight morning light, the bustling city of Bianzhou opened a new picture scroll for a new day.The candles in the inns in the city are still on, and the cries of peddlers and pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have early morning tea meet and greet each other, the vegetable farmers who are carrying fresh juicy vegetables are cries, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop puts on the goods... The noise proves the prosperity of this city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, has any of you heard about it? What kind of good poems did that Tanhualang in Mingyue Building make last night?"

Suddenly, someone in the Li Ji Zao Teahouse asked a question, and then like a stone, it stirred up thousands of waves, and people came one after another interested in chatting.

"Yeah, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhua Lang is amazing. I heard that every poem will never be repeated every day. Every poem is regarded as a masterpiece!"

"That's not it. I only learned about it from my wife recently. Now Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"I have to ask Brother Wang about that. I heard yesterday that I was drinking and composing poems with some friends in Mingyue Tower for fun!"

"Oh, drinking alcohol is acceptable. Brother Zicheng, don't talk about reciting poems anymore. I didn't believe what Brother Wen Da said. I wanted to go to Mingyue Tower with a few friends yesterday. I can't see the face, there is a good poem hanging on the Mingyue Tower, alas... I can't bear to say it!" A young man in a soapy gown sighed again and again, his face looked like Still a little white and haggard, it must be that he got up to have morning tea after waking up from a hangover last night.

"There is really a new work! Brother Wang, tell me, and let everyone present appreciate it." The young master called Zicheng, who was wearing apricot yellow dress, booed.

"That's right, Wang Yun, why don't you just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower can learn a lot."

"Say it..."

The few people who were early were immediately interested, and urged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, huh... huh..." Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant aloud: [Huanxisha], a new song with a glass of wine, last year's weather in the old pavilion tower.When does the sun go down?Reluctantly, the flowers fall, and the familiar Yan returns.Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.

quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished singing, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little waiter in the hall locked his brows and thought about it in his heart!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly someone patted the table heavily to say hello, the tea on the table almost jumped out of the cup, and broke the quiet atmosphere, "You really are unparalleled in talent."

"Yes, good words!"

"Good word, amazing!"

"This Tanhualang is really amazingly talented, but I heard that the day he first entered Bianzhou, he was almost turned away by the city guards because of his weird dress and strange voice." Someone voiced doubts.

"That's right, isn't it? I heard that fortunately, it was the girl Yu Gu'er from Mingyue Tower who came back to the city from her natal family to visit her relatives and encountered this incident, so she asked the city guard to let her go. Unexpectedly, this release turned out to be a Helped Mingyue Tower to recruit a Tanhualang who is worth a hundred dollars! This Tanhualang is really lucky!"

"Hey, it's not just luck. If he has this poetic talent, let alone Bianzhou City, he can go to any city in our entire Great Zhao Dynasty. I heard that Wang Weishi, the Prime Minister of the left of our dynasty In the past, he was also recommended to be an official with poetic talent, but now the official worship is the first rank in the dynasty, the power is all over the world, and there are countless disciples. I'm afraid the future is limitless!"

"Tsk tsk..."

This early morning at Liji Morning Teahouse passed away amidst discussions among several sao diners in the city who like to gossip, and the bustle and bustle in the city gradually became more and more noisy. Thirty-six lines opened their doors to do business. The activities in the field became active, and the vendors who set up stalls and burdened each other shouted for their own products, and there were loud and rhythmic sounds of children studying in private schools and colleges, and occasionally some naughty children played and played on the street.

The real world is anger!As Bianzhou, one of the nine states of the Great Zhao Kingdom, the vitality of the capital of Bianzhou is undoubtedly very real. It is so real that the city residents are lucky to be able to live in the Great Zhao Dynasty, which was only seven years old at the beginning of the world.

At the end of the hour, Song Yi slowly woke up from the mat, stretched his waist long before he opened his eyes, then opened his eyes with a yawn, and saw a beautiful silhouette of his back.He suddenly woke up, and had another dream of the Tangla Mountains just now!

"Mr. Song is awake. Zao'er has brought clean water and supplies for washing. The servants are waiting for you to wash!" The woman by the window turned around, and a very delicate and beautiful duck-egg face appeared in Song Yi's sight.

"Hehe, how many times have I said that I should do these things by myself. Girl Qingyan got up so early." Song Yi took the toothbrush on the table, dipped some tooth powder and began to brush his teeth in the dirty-basin.

"It's still early? It's already the end of the day. Young master always likes to joke." Qing Yan watched Song Yi put down the toothbrush in his hand, there was still some foam around his mouth, and gently picked up a cloth towel to help Song Yi wipe it off. With this tiny movement, a fragrant wind was blown around Song Yi's nose.

Song Yi felt greatly benefited, but still quickly grabbed Qingyan's hand, took the cloth towel from her hand and smiled, "Hey, I'll do it myself... Do it myself." After saying that, he put his face into the clear water basin, Then he lifted it up again, soaked it in water with a cloth towel and wrung it dry, wiped his face clean before exhaling.

"What kind of person is the young master? Is the background of the slave family disgusting the young master?" Qingyan said with a faint sadness in the pair of bright eyes on her delicate face.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Isn't it? Everyone in the city now knows that the young master is a famous Tanhualang, but after entering the Mingyue Tower, the young master did not choose to live on the first floor with Yugu'er who led you into the building at the beginning, but chose the slave house. At Xiaoyanju, the slave family was quite happy at the beginning, thinking that the son was interested in the slave family. But why after more than a month, the son still sleeps on the mat every day and treats Qingyan with courtesy. This is not because he dislikes Qingyan What is it?" The mist rose in the woman's beautiful eyes, and she was about to drop tears.

Song Yi hurriedly said helplessly with a smiling face, "Girl Qingyan, don't say that anymore. Song Yi just feels that he is living in this brothel without a single room and tile. How can he think about the love affairs of his children. Girl Don't belittle yourself any more, with your appearance, Song Yi is lying to say that you are not tempted, but this tempting starts from the heart and ends with courtesy, and it has not yet reached the love between a man and a woman. No wonder Qingyan!"

"Is that so? Why didn't you choose Miss Yugu'er's Chuilu Courtyard but Qingyan's humble and remote Xiaoyan House? I still think of you as a young master... yes..." At this point , two red clouds flew up on the cheeks of Qingyan girl, she didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already obvious.

"It is because this Xiaoyanju is quiet and elegant, and I can see the scenery on the Lianghe River as soon as I open the window, so I chose to live here. Doesn't Qingyan girl think that every morning when she wakes up, she can see the Lianghe River outside the window?" Is the style of the characters on the screen a very pleasant thing?" Song Yi said, but what he thought in his heart was, how would you know that this small building can be regarded as a water view villa in future generations, and the courtyard of Yugu'er is so lively, But instead it looks like a street-facing room, making it hard to be quiet.

"The scenery in the morning is pretty good, but my son wakes up very late every day!" Qing Yan couldn't help but said with a chuckle, the doubts in her heart were relieved, and her complexion became bright again.

"Uh..." Song Yi was speechless for a moment.

"What do you want to do today, my lord? Do you still want me to tell you some boring old Zhao affairs?" Seeing Song Yi embarrassed, Qing Yan quickly changed the subject and asked, her tone full of impatience. I don't know why this amazingly talented Mr. Song likes to hear her talk about things that are normal in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Well, I won't talk about these boring things today." Song Yi waved his hand, and immediately continued in Qingyan's happy expression, "I'm going out to visit Bianzhou City today, hehe, this hair It's not too short, so I guess it won't look so strange!" As he spoke, he stroked the hair that hung down to his neck.To say that it is really strange to come to this world, even the hair grows faster!

"Then Qingyan and Zao'er are with you, Young Master." Qingyan asked expectantly.

"I'm still alone, I just wandered around and came back, otherwise you and Zao'er would follow me out later, Bao Ma would think that I abducted the Hua Kui lady from Mingyue Tower!" Song Yi smiled. decline.I thought to myself, just kidding, going out with two beautiful women, no matter how you go shopping, you won't be comfortable.

"Well, my lord will go early and come back soon, bring more money, and if you see something you like, you can buy more!" Qing Yan pursed her delicate lips and said dissatisfied.

When Song Yi walked out of Xiaoyanju, Li Qingyan was lying on the window facing the river in a daze, and it took a long time before he murmured.

"Tanhualang? Mr. Song Yi, what kind of person are you?"