Yipin Tang

Chapter 1 The New Prince of the Tang Dynasty

I don't know how many movies and novels with the theme of the end of the world have been watched, and no one thought that the real end of the world would come so quickly.

As early as three months ago, scientists from various countries discovered a destructive cosmic ray shrouding the earth, and they did not disclose this amazing news to the public until half a month ago.

The reason is that they are helpless in the face of this destructive cosmic ray. In other words, everyone will resign themselves to their fate after half a month.

Today is the day when cosmic rays reach the earth, and there is no one on the bustling streets in the past, only the waste newspapers swirling in the wind.

With a fluke mentality, everyone started digging the basement half a month ago to store food and living supplies.

Wang Xiang is no exception. Because he used to run a trading company, he has a basement warehouse of 500 square meters. Now the warehouse is full of food and other daily necessities, but Wang Xiang does not feel relaxed at all.

Can hiding in the basement avoid cosmic rays?

It's just deceiving yourself and others. If it was really that easy, the high-level leaders of various countries would not have to implement the Mars escape plan.

"Is there any other choice now?" Wang Xiang smiled wryly.

Everything was plunged into darkness as cosmic rays seeped in through the basement.

……

"Hey, I'm not dead?"

I don't know how long it took Wang Xiang to wake up suddenly. His first reaction was that he was not dead, because he felt severe pain all over his body, and dead people don't feel pain.

Are cosmic rays not as powerful as imagined?

"Master, you are awake!"

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a small red face. It was a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. Her hair was combed into a symmetrical bun hanging on both sides, and her big eyes were full of spirituality.

The little girl looked very excited, and she exclaimed even more when she saw Wang Xiang opened her eyes and looked at her.

"Young master is awake, young master is awake!"

In a short time, several people flooded into the room, all of them were surprised.

Xiaoya, Steward Wang, Aunt Lin, Dazhu, Erzhu, Laifu, Wang Xiang recognized everyone in the room at once.

Crossed over?This guy is also called Wang Xiang?After a brief surprise, he calmed down, and even felt lucky. He thought that he would die under the cosmic rays, but he did not expect to survive. From the memory of this body, he learned that it is the tenth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, and the winter has just passed. , At the beginning of the new year, there were several heavy snowfalls in Chang'an City in the past few days.

Fortunately, I didn't travel to the troubled times, otherwise we, who have thin arms and legs, might lose their braids at any time.

Wang Xiang moved his body and wanted to sit up, Xiaoya hurriedly stepped forward to support him and persuaded him: "Master, your injury is not healed yet, the doctor said you need to rest more."

"How did I get hurt?"

Hearing Wang Xiang's question, everyone hesitated to speak, with embarrassment on their faces, and finally Laifu said cautiously: "Master, you went to Jinguang Lake to participate in the poetry meeting the day before yesterday..."

Depend on!Wang Xiang finally recalled it. It turned out that when this guy went to Jinguang Lake to participate in the poetry meeting the day before yesterday, he got into an argument with other dandies because of an upright official. As a result, he was inferior in skills, not only failed to become the guest of the upright official, but was severely beaten. After a meal.

The saddest thing was that this guy was usually hollowed out by alcohol, this beating didn't want to cost him his life, but it was cheaper for Wang Xiang.

It's shameful, even if I say it, I feel ashamed, no wonder they all have weird faces.

"Cough...cough..." Even though Wang Xiang was thick-skinned, he felt a little embarrassed, "Well, I'm a little dizzy, you guys go out first."

"Master, are you all right? I'll ask the doctor to take a look again."

"Master, are you hungry? I'll prepare a meal for you."

"Master, you..."

Everyone panicked when they heard Wang Xiang say that they were dizzy, and everyone was full of worry, which did not seem to be fake.

I didn't expect this product to be quite popular.

"No need, I just feel a little bored, you go out first and I'll be alone for a while." The wounds on his body are all skin wounds, although the pain is not serious, he now wants to digest this body by himself Many things are still vague in my memory.

Wang Xiang, courtesy name Zixin, his father was originally a general under Lu Guogong Cheng Zhijie, who was made Lin Chuanhou for his meritorious service in the founding of the country. He died of injuries three years ago, leaving behind his only son, Wang Xiang.

There is only such a single seedling in the family who has been pampered since childhood, and when he grows up, he becomes a well-known dude in Chang'an City. He hangs out with a group of dude friends every day. He must go to participate and spend generously. It is commonplace to be jealous of a talented and upright official. The huge Linchuanhou Mansion has been squandered by him, and now it is a strong outsider.

Of course, this unlucky Wang Xiang Wang Zixin is not useless, he is very good to the servants in the mansion, he never beats and scolds, and the rewards he usually gives are much more than other mansions. I am very grateful, because this time Wang Xiang was injured and people are worried.

"Master, the captain consort is here to see you."

Prince Consort?Hearing Xiaoya's words, before Wang Xiang could react, the door of the room was pushed open vigorously.

"Zixin, I'm here to see you here." A burly man in armor broke into the room with a bag of gifts in his hand, and when he saw Wang Xiang's miserable state, he was furious, "Which short-sighted thing dares to kill you?" To deal with you this cruelly, wait until Brother Wei summons his brothers to help you avenge."

Seeing the furious man, Wang Xiang's heart warmed up, and he said with a smile, "Brother Chu Liang, you are now a captain consort, a general of Zuowei Zhonglang, why are you still so impulsive?"

"Whoever wants to bully my brother Cheng Chuliang in Chang'an City will not do it! By the way, Zixin, why did you get hurt?"

Even if Wang Xiang was beaten to death, he would not tell him that he was almost beaten to death because of a woman, so he quickly changed the subject and asked, "Aren't you on duty today? Why come to my place when you have time?"

This question touched Cheng Chuliang's sore spot, and he didn't care about the reason why Wang Xiang was beaten. The big man had tears in his eyes.

"Don't mention it. Ever since I became the general of Zuowei Zhonglang, I have to go to the barracks to report to the barracks every day. I only have a break for training until noon. I have to train again before the time comes. I can't go home until you. For my brother Bitter!"

Wang Xiang secretly smiled in his heart, but said calmly on his face: "No wonder I see Brother Chu Liang's body is much stronger than before, it must be due to the training."

"You kid must be secretly happy. If it weren't for the fact that you are the only son of the Wang family, Uncle Wang would not let you suffer in the barracks. You would be worse than me. You look like a woman with your thin arms and legs. By the way, you I haven't told Brother Wei why you were injured."

Seeing that he couldn't be fooled by this matter, Wang Xiang had to "honestly" confess: "That day I was kindly invited by many talented scholars and beauties in Chang'an City to attend the poetry meeting at Jinguang Lake..."

"speak English."

"Well, the day before yesterday I heard that there was a poetry fair in Jinguang Lake, and Miss Ningxiang, the top upright official of Yicui Building, hosted a banquet on the boat to entertain talented scholars who participated in the poetry fair. , that Miss Ningxiang has bright eyes and white teeth, and her skin is as creamy..."

Cheng Chuliang had a look of nostalgia: "The girl in Yicuilou is really extraordinary. Back then, we brothers drank together every day, rode horses on the streets together, and stayed overnight together..."

Wang Xiang had no choice but to interrupt Cheng Chuliang's nostalgia with a cough, and carefully reminded: "Brother Chu Liang, you are now the captain of the son-in-law, so be careful with your words."

Cheng Chuliang wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, nodded solemnly and said, "Thank you Zixin for reminding me, now I am wholeheartedly devoted to Princess Qinghe, those places of fireworks are long gone."

Only ghosts would believe you, Wang Xiang glanced at him with disdain, Cheng Chuliang immediately smiled guiltyly, and urged, "And then?"

"Little brother's poetic talent is known to Brother Liang. Not to mention that there is no one before, and there will be no one in the future.

Cheng Chuliang scratched his hair and looked puzzled: "Uncle Fang said that?"

"Cough...that's not the point. The point is that my brother's amazing masterpiece on the boat that day attracted the envy of others, and they joined forces to beat me. It really made everyone feel sad and cry."

"This bunch of dudes are really hateful." Cheng Chuliang was furious and asked curiously, "I don't know what good work Zixin did that day?"

Uh, I don't remember making He Jiazuo, Wang Xiang was just about to steal two ancient poems and use them.

"I know!"

The little girl ran in with a happy face, her little hands raised high, as if she knew that Wang Zixin's masterpiece was a very proud thing.

Wang Xiang was also very curious about what poem that guy wrote that day, so he nodded and said, "Then you can read my master's masterpiece to Brother Chu Liang."

……

In the backyard of the imperial palace, Li Zhizheng, who was only nine years old, told the interesting stories about the Jinguang Lake Poetry Club vividly, and he also heard it from other people.

After the cold winter, Empress Changsun's gas disease became more and more serious, coughing became more and more frequent, and it was difficult to even get out of bed. Although Li Zhi was young, he was the most filial.

"Oh? Then Wang Zixin really did something amazing?" Empress Changsun leaned on the bed, wrapped in a brocade quilt, and looked at Li Zhi lovingly.

After seeing his mother, Li Zhi was very excited, nodded his head and laughed loudly: "That Wang Zixin is usually ignorant, how can he know how to compose poetry, and it happened to be snowing that day, maybe he was forced to be anxious, he looked at the sky. Count the flying snow, one piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces, hahaha."

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, this new prince is interesting." Empress Changsun smiled lightly.

Li Zhi smiled and said, "Isn't that right, he's not reciting poems, he's just counting, and he still wants to say that the poems he made can be the first name in the poetry meeting. Who do you want to be the guest of honor , and was beaten unconscious by a group of angry wits.”

Hearing that someone had beaten the eldest grandson, Empress frowned and said softly: "How can such a good poem be made like this, and you still have to do it?"

Li Zhi heard his mother's dissatisfaction, and hurriedly said: "They are all literati who have no strength to restrain a chicken, so there must be nothing serious, but I heard that the poetry meeting will be held in Jinguang Lake in three days, I don't know if the prince is still there. Will you go?"

(End of this chapter)