The bad emperor of Tang Dynasty

"Guo Lang, where are you going?" Just when Guo Nuan, an incompetent father, was about to slip away, Shengping rushed over holding the child in the blink of an eye, with a faint smile on his lips, talking about what Guo Nuan was thinking. , Shengping can see it at a glance.

"Oh, wife, well, your elder brother and the prince are invited, what kind of party do you want to have by the river?" Guo Nuan pretended to be silly and laughed non-stop.

"My son-in-law, there is a carriage outside the door, which belongs to the prince, and they have come to remind you," an old servant hurriedly interjected to untie Guo Nuan. Guo Nuan couldn't help admiring the clever little old man with his eyes.

"No, brother-in-law will remind you again," Guo Nuan pursed her lips. He looked at the little girl Yiyi in Shengping's arms stretching out her immature hands, trying to reach out to her father, but Guo Nuan pretended not to see it. Guo Xiang should be taken care of by her mother, father doesn't have much time now, quack.

"Hehe, go ahead. It seems that the son-in-law hasn't been out for a long time to breathe outside the palace recently." Shengping waved his hand, and the pretty maid standing by the side of the courtyard stepped forward gracefully.

"The maidservant Jing'er has seen the son-in-law," came a soft and clear voice, and slowly performed a lady's ceremony.

Guo Nuan's eyes lit up, and she looked at this wonderful person in front of her with pure admiration. This maid looks like a flower and jade, her mouth is like a cherry, and her eyebrows are like smoke and black. With her cloudy temples and light blue flowered pleated skirt, she moves her hands and feet. Not bad, not bad.

"This is," Guo Nuan was a little at a loss, why did Shengping's wife push a little girl in front of him.

"When the son-in-law goes out, maybe there will be many scholars and literati at the party, so you should bring a maid by your side to take care of the scene." She smiled lightly, astonished, looking pleasing to the eye. Shengping's wife is pretty.

Guo Nuan couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Shengping's wife knows the social etiquette of literati. It is also necessary to bring a beautiful and young maid to support the scene. This is not only for her own face, but also represents the family background behind her. There was a reception in the poetry circle, and Guo Nuan, who was pretending to be plain and low-key, took the stupid book boys there. At first glance, the venue was full of fancy clothes and crowns. It was a club for the upper class. A female companion, waving a folding fan, shook her head and swayed her ears artfully reciting poems.

At that time, Guo Nuan was almost blocked by the guard of the restaurant because Guo Nuan looked too casual and didn't even wear a "social suit".

You can't blame the doorkeeper for looking down on people. This social face is still important, and I don't care about it, but it will also make the price of the Princess Mansion drop. It is inevitable that some dude will look down on it and cause more gossip.

Guo Nuan took the flute that Shengping had prepared, and he took this maid called a small mirror and stepped out of the gate of the princess mansion. At this moment, there was a BMW chariot parked outside the gate of the main hall, three pure-color white horses tied with copper bells, and a red sandalwood carriage. The frame, the energetic and well-dressed driver, is very impressive at first glance.

"Come on, Guo Nuan," Prince Li Shi leaned out of the car curtain and waved to Guo Nuan.

There is a lot of space in the carriage, with yellow silk upholstery, and two cushions on each side. Li Shi is reading a novel, Romance and Pingshu, with great interest.

"Jing'er has seen the crown prince." On the carriage, the maid Jing'er saw that it was His Royal Highness the crown prince, she couldn't help but smile softly and nodded her head in greeting.

"Well, you're being polite, you're doing well recently," replied lightly, Li Shi kept his eyes on the book, pursed his lips, and just as the mirror interjected, he held a thread-bound booklet and said something interesting One place.

Guo Nuan smacked his mouth, this brother-in-law doesn’t have to be so active when he is busy, so what time is it not possible to read novels, but think of the crown prince as the heir of a country, apart from participating in political practice every day, he is also surrounded by several people in the study. The prince, the grand master, and the elders of the grand master take turns to teach, poetry, etiquette, four books and five classics, strategies and strategies, and a whole series of courses are endless, and there is really no free time to read novels.

But Guo Nuan was taken aback: "Oh, Your Highness knows Jing'er,"

"Well, she used to stay in the palace. She used to be one of the maids who accompanied and studied in the Prince's Ritual Room." Prince Li Shi smiled lightly. He turned the page of the book and looked at Guo Nuan in the mirror next to him. , Qing Wan smiled and nodded.

"By the way, don't tell Taishi Wang that the crown prince has been peeking at the novel, so as not to make him nag again earnestly, such as playing with things and losing one's mind," Li Shi thought of another thing.

"Haha, of course I won't," Guo Nuan laughed, but when he asked what party Li Shi was going to, he mysteriously put his middle finger on his mouth and said, "You'll know when you go, what about that?" Xiaowan is still Xiaoyao's diva girl..."

Halfway through the speech, the prince immediately immersed himself in the book again.

Guo Nuan shook his head speechlessly. The prince is indeed not a normal person. People who are not familiar with him will feel that he is aloof and cold-tempered, but there is no way to understand the royal temperament and graceful demeanor cultivated by the excellent family background in the small palace. Others with status can't communicate, because every word and every gesture of the prince, facing the people around him, has a detached and condescending temperament, probably the air of a king of the Ninth Five-Year King, quack, of course Guo Nuan knows, Brother-in-law's temper is not the same as domineering, it's just by nature.

Jing'er specially brought a guzheng this time, for a party, it's inevitable that those so-called literati want to show off their talents, and Guo Nuan's maid had to bring some props to support the master.

Guo Nuan listened to Jing'er that she played the zither pretty well, so Guo Nuan was relieved now. It is said that in public, Guo Nuan doesn't like to be high-profile, and she is always called to play the flute, play the piano, or force her to act. Poetry and calligraphy, why do you feel that it is put on the stage to play a monkey show for everyone to watch for fun?

The stars are shining brightly tonight, and the dots of stars inlaid in the deep sky are extremely beautiful. Of course, the cool white moonlight splashed by the bright moon in the sky illuminates the street scenery, as if covered with a layer of white veil, and the vision is clear. It is indeed a sunny day. Night.

After about seven or eight miles, the carriage drove along the east-west direction of the outskirts moat to the wharf.

On the bank of the moat in front, there are countless painting boats swaying with the water. With the lights on the boats, guests float out of the boats to drink and drink.

Guo Nuan smacked his mouth, he lifted the curtains of the car, the streets of the wharf were brightly lit, pedestrians flowed, the foot shop, the butcher shop, as well as the incense temples, teahouses, and taverns were all full of people. people.

Under the gate of a stone archway with eye-catching colorful paintings, the coachman let out a cry, tightened the reins and stopped.

"Master Wang, Mr. Guo, the destination is here, it's time to get off," the coachman reported politely.

"Master Wang, tsk tsk, even the pseudonym has been chosen for going out in micro-clothes, it's low-key, low-key is good," Guo Nuan sighed inwardly, guessing that the people who went to the party were a bunch of stunned young scholars, and the prince's micro-clothes mixed in The party uses the prince to call himself a prince, but he can deal with his identity at will.

Two suave, handsome and upright sons, together with the pretty maid beside him half holding the guzheng, Jinger, and the well-educated coachman and BMW beside him, this outfit is quite eye-catching on the streets of Linjiang Night Market ah.

Come on, taking advantage of the early time, Guo Nuan casually took Li Shi and Jing'er for a stroll around the shops in Linjiang street. Anyway, the painting boat moored by the river was nearby, and it was still too late to catch up.

Looking at the fortune-telling stall, there was a circle of customers, and there was a medical clinic next to it for consultation, acupuncture practitioners, people who asked about it, people who decocted medicine, and gorgeous brothel girls fluttering and waving colorful sleeves outside the store door, Guo Nuan was dazzled by the sight.

"If it's not a trigram," Guo Nuan made a suggestion.

"No, there is a temple there, maybe it will be more effective," Jing'er pointed to the small temple, watching the believers, men and women, old and young, young and old, with children, especially at the entrance of the temple, floating out of the night air. The green smoke is curling up, it is estimated that the incense inside is at its peak.

"Come on, let's take a look," Li Shi stepped into the temple leading the team.

There are seven or eight statues of Taoist gods in the main hall, such as the Supreme Lord, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, etc., painted and carved pillars, and Taoist priests opened the way to welcome them, and there was an endless stream of worshippers.

Guo Nuan looked very happy, this place is still so lively at night, when he saw Taishang Laojun, he knelt on the mat and folded his hands together, muttering a few words in silence, whatever it is to bless your life and make your wishes come true, Live to be a hundred years old or something like that.

Jing'er looked at Guo Nuan's perfunctory kneeling, her movements were fake and not sincere at all, she pursed her lips and giggled, she put the guzheng aside, knelt down on the kneeling pads side by side, folded her hands piously, and respected the queen mother Kowtowing respectfully, Guo Nuan took a look and was a little embarrassed, but Jing'er's demonstration made him a little embarrassed, it was so dishonest.

"Ahem, brother-in-law, it's time for you to bow down," Guo Nuan hurriedly got up and nudged the prince who was looking around curiously with his elbow.

"Well, I don't need it," Li Shi hesitated for a moment, and then he said calmly, saying that the crown prince only bowed down to his emperor's father, Daizong and queen mother, and he really didn't think about asking the crown prince of a country to kneel for others. Even if it is a statue in front of you.

"Oh, you are awesome," Guo Nuan muttered, praising his brother-in-law for having the courage to offend the gods.

After thinking about it, I said that Li Shi is the successor of the Tang Empire in the future. According to this, in the previous life, the emperor and the Taishang Laojun were both immortal colleagues who were officials in the same court in the Tiangong. Kneeling to him would also mess up the relationship. Quack, Guo Nuan admires that he can think of such a far-fetched reason to persuade the prince Reason not to bow down.

Of course, the ancient feudalism had a strong superstitious look of natural imperial power. Guo Nuan's explanation is just what the prince and the common people in the world take for granted.

"Would you like to pray or not? If you don't pray, get out of the way." A skinny man pushed Li Shi away from behind, pouting and knelt down first, saying that the skinny man had just been called out of the house by his pregnant wife to beg. An anti-birth talisman, ran a few streets at night, the errands assigned by this wife made him exhausted.

"Oh," Li Shi was not pushed, but Miss Jing'er was hurt. The zither she put on the ground was trampled by the thin man recklessly.