Yipin Tang

Chapter 2 The Warehouse Also Crosses

"Is this Zixin's masterpiece?" Cheng Chuliang was stunned for a moment after hearing the little girl's poem and shouted: "Good! Great poem! Really good poem!"

Okay, okay your size, do you understand poetry?Wang Xiang looked at Cheng Chuliang's affectation and felt contempt in his heart, forget it, he doesn't know as much as a vulgar person.

"The young master is not good, the young master is not good!"

"Master, I'm fine." Seeing Lai Fu Wang Xiang who rushed in in a hurry, he gave him an angry look.

"No, Miss Ningxiang sent someone to deliver a letter..."

"Miss Ningxiang sent someone to deliver a letter? Could it be that she was attracted by my talent and wanted to invite me to be her guest? Where is the letter?"

"Congratulations to Zixin."

"It's easy to talk about." Wang Xiang looked modest, not to mention how enjoyable he was seeing Cheng Chuliang's envious expression.

Seeing being misunderstood, Lai Fu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, shrunk his head and said in a low voice: "Miss Ningxiang sent someone to send a message, saying..."

"What?" asked the little girl beside him curiously.

Forget it, anyway, what I wanted to say, Lai Fu stretched his neck and gritted his teeth with a generous look: "Miss Ningxiang sent someone to send a message saying that she doesn't want the young master to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Fair in three days' time."

puff!
Cheng Chuliang's face turned red, if he hadn't taken into account Wang Xiang's mood, he might have laughed out loud.

Seeing Wang Xiang's complexion, Lai Fu and Xiao Ya bowed their heads and remained silent.

It took a while for Wang Xiang to recover, and he became angry from embarrassment: "Laifu, go and tell the messenger that I, Wang Xiang, have made an appointment for the Jinguang Lake Poetry Meeting in three days, and I have also made an appointment for Ningxiang's guest of honor!"

He is no longer the Wang Xinzi of the past. He doesn't care much about whether the first name of the poetry meeting is Ningxiang's guest of honor. He originally didn't plan to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Meeting three days later, but now that others have humiliated him, this tone is okay anyway. Can't swallow.

Although the former prince Xin was ignorant, but he was also the queen of the Marquis, so what is that Ningxiang?To put it mildly, he is the top upright official in Yicuilou, and he really thinks he can ride on the top of the world's talented people, not to mention that Wang Zixin is not an ordinary talented person, he is a well-known dandy in Chang'an City.

"Zixin wants to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Fair in three days?" Cheng Chuliang seemed to be very interested in the Poetry Fair.

"Go, if you don't go, others will think that my prince is afraid!"

The news that Wang Zixin was going to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Fair in three days soon spread throughout Chang'an, and his counting poems became a big joke in Chang'an City. Even the old men who sold tea on the street made fun of them guest.

"One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces, hahaha, if this is considered poetry, a three-year-old child can compose poetry." A scholar shook his head and laughed as he walked.

"That's right, Wang Zixin even uttered wild words to win the first prize in the poetry competition. I think it's probably because the lesson from last time was not enough." Someone immediately agreed, and it seemed that through Wang Zixin's counting poems, he could set off his own. Talented.

"Hahaha, it looks like there will be another good show in three days."

……

Xiaoya followed Steward Wang out to purchase the things needed in the mansion, and when she heard someone say bad things about her young master, she immediately became upset, stopped the two who were joking and said angrily: "How can you speak ill of people behind their backs!"

The two were taken aback for a moment, then saw that the little girl was not dressed like a maid from an ordinary family, and quickly laughed and said: "The two of us are admiring the counting poem that is popular in Chang'an, one piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, Five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, what a poem."

How could Xiao Ya not understand the sarcasm in their words, curled her lips and said disdainfully: "My young master said that the talented scholars in Chang'an City have a false reputation and don't understand poetry at all. I don't know if there are the last two sentences in this poem about singing snow."

"The last two sentences? What are they?" The two couldn't help asking.

"Thousands of thousands of pieces, countless pieces, fly into the reed flowers and never disappear."

These two are also scholars, so they can naturally distinguish the quality of the poems. The counting poems written by Wang Zi and the last two lines of the poems chanted by the little girl immediately make people feel like a turning point.Taste it carefully, the last line is the finishing touch, it has the power to turn decay into magic, and it vividly expresses the artistic conception of the heavy snow flying into the reed bushes and disappearing. The person who can write these last two lines of poems is absolutely extraordinary .The two looked at each other and saw surprise and admiration in each other's eyes. When they looked at Xiaoya again, their tone became respectful: "Who is the talented young master that the girl is talking about?"

"Prince new!"

Xiaoya threw down three words like a proud peacock, turned her head up and turned away, secretly proud in her heart: the young master is still amazing, seeing the two of them must have been surprised by the young master's poem.

Wang Zixin is not ignorant, Wang Zixin's poems are not counting poems but poems about snow, Wang Zixin's poems have the last two lines...

Along with the last two sentences of Yong Xueshi's poems, the new news was spread in Chang'an City, but none of this had anything to do with Wang Xiang. After resting in bed for a long time, his body finally recovered. He is now exchanging cooking experience with Aunt Lin .

"Aunt Lin, do we usually eat these in our house?"

Looking at the several dishes on the table, Wang Xiang's mood was complicated, which was quite different from what he had imagined. Even if he didn't make some delicacies in the dignified mansion, it wouldn't be so shabby.

"Master, last year when the tenants in Dahan Zhuangzi did not have a good harvest, you exempted them from their rent. Last month, the young master of the Sun family took the fifth concubine. A few days ago, the clerk of Yicui Building came to the house with a note written by the young master to collect 300 taels of silver, and the day before yesterday the young master went to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Fair and brought 200 taels of silver..."

Aunt Lin has been rambling for a long time, but in fact it is just four words: There is no money in the house!
"Master doesn't usually eat at the mansion." Aunt Lin whispered again.

Forget it, Wang Xiang also knew the virtues of the former owner of this body, so he tasted the grilled chicken leg casually, it was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, Aunt Lin's craftsmanship was pretty good, but it was so bland!There are several other dishes, except roasted or boiled, or braised vegetables, stewed soup, there is no stir-fried dish, and there are no other vegetarian dishes except a dish of salted cabbage, roasted chicken legs, boiled chicken breasts, boiled eggs, braised chicken feet , Stewed chicken soup... This is a complete chicken feast. It is not easy for one chicken to make so many dishes.

"Aunt Lin, why don't you even have a vegetarian dish?"

Hearing Wang Xiang's complaint, Aunt Lin quickly explained: "The cold winter has just passed, and there have been several heavy snowfalls in the past two days, and the vegetables in the field can't grow. This salty cabbage is left over from last year. The young master wants to eat fresh vegetables. I'm afraid I have to wait two or three months."

That's right, it's the Tang Dynasty now, and there is no greenhouse yet. It's not easy to eat fresh vegetables in winter. Even if the emperor wanted to eat vegetables, most of them were preserved last year.

Wang Xiang began to miss the box lunch that cost ten yuan a piece in the past, at least it tasted delicious, unlike the tasteless one now.

If only the food in my warehouse was still there, there are a lot of good things in it...

Originally, it was just a random thought, but in the end it scared Wang Xiang. A familiar space suddenly appeared in front of him. It was the basement warehouse he used to store food and daily necessities. There were many things in it. Neatly.

Looking up at Aunt Lin who was standing aside, she didn't respond at all.

Am I the only one who can see this warehouse?
"Aunt Lin, you go down first." Wang Xiang restrained the excitement in his heart and said lightly.

"Then take it slow, master."

"Ah."

As soon as Aunt Lin left, Wang Xiang couldn't wait to enter the warehouse. Although it was a little hard to understand that the warehouse also traveled through, it was a great thing for Wang Xiang. Uneasy, this is the prosperous age of Zhenguan, but it is also a feudal society where millions of corpses are laid down by the emperor in a rage. He really doesn't know what else he can rely on except for a dead marquis father and the soul from the future.

Now that he has this warehouse, he finally has the confidence to gain a foothold in Datang.

I haven't had a meal since time travelling, and I'm hungry right now, so the most urgent thing is to prepare a hearty meal first.

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"Queen Mother, Queen Mother!"

In the back garden of the imperial palace, Li Zhi had just finished his homework for today and couldn't wait to run to the Lizheng Hall of Empress Changsun.

"Why is Zhi'er so happy?" Seeing the excited Li Zhi's eldest grandson, the queen's mood improved a lot, and she patted Li Zhi's head and said dotingly: "How did you complete your homework today?"

"Master praised Zhi'er today."

"Zhi'er is amazing."

Li Zhi scratched his head in embarrassment, and turned excitedly: "Mother, do you still remember the counting poem I told you?"

"What counting poems, let the emperor listen to it."

Seeing Li Shimin stepping in, Empress Changsun was about to get up, Li Shimin quickly stepped forward to support her: "Guanyin servant girl, are you feeling better?"

Empress Changsun smiled gently, and said softly: "Zhi'er comes to tell me some interesting things every day, and when he is in a better mood, he also feels better physically."

"Oh? What interesting stories did Zhi'er tell? Is it the counting poem you just mentioned?" Li Shimin asked Li Zhi with a smile when he saw that Empress Changsun's complexion had improved slightly.

Li Zhi was still a little in awe of this majestic and powerful father, and naturally he was not as comfortable as facing the eldest grandson empress. Now he respectfully talked about the events at the Jinguang Lake Poetry Fair, and talked about the number of the prince's new works. Counting poems is still unavoidable.

"Wang Zixin?" Li Shimin remembered his identity after a little recollection, and said with emotion: "Wang Bing is also considered a fierce general. When he followed me to fight the world, he saved Lao Cheng's life. Unexpectedly, the only heir So ignorant."

"Father, Wang Zixin is really ignorant."

"Isn't it ignorant to write a poem like this?" Li Shimin thought that Li Zhi was defending Wang Xiang, so he couldn't help shaking his head.

Empress Changsun also looked puzzled.

Li Zhishen said mysteriously: "I also just learned that Prince's new poem is actually a poem about the snow, and there are two lines in this poem."

"The last two lines? The first two lines of the poem are made like this, what can be changed in the last two lines?"

Li Zhi didn't say much, but chanted lightly: "One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, thousands of pieces, tens of thousands pieces, countless pieces, if you fly into the reed flowers, you will never see them."

(End of this chapter)