Yipin Tang

Chapter 9 Poetry
After the Tudou incident, Wang Xiang seemed to understand a lot of things at once. The things in the warehouse are double-edged swords. If you use them well, you can gain countless benefits, but if you don’t use them well, you will be killed.

This is the Tang Dynasty. Although the Tang Dynasty was a prosperous dynasty in history, and even though Li Er was known as the eternal king, feudal society is always a feudal society, and the king is always the king. I thought it was a joke. In the Tang Dynasty with low productivity, not to mention killing a prince Xin for the yield of [-] shi per mu of potatoes, Li Er would not hesitate to lay down a million corpses. As for who owns the potatoes, it doesn't matter at all.

In the past few days when he came to Datang, Wang Xiang has always held the mentality of playing Datang, and thought about gaining the appreciation of Li Er by virtue of the things in the warehouse, so as to have the opportunity to meet the eternal king in history, until the shining steel knife Only when he appeared in front of him did he realize that Li Er was not only the first emperor in history, but also a ruthless man who could kill his brother and imprison his father. His desire to see Li Er faded away, and he even hoped that he would never have anything to do with Li Er. intersection.

Being able to live a new life, he cherishes life very much. If there is nothing to do, he can cook some fine wine and food to flirt with beautiful women. Being a dandy young master is his ideal life. Let the intrigue in the temple and the brave fight on the battlefield be left to others .

After spending another day in fear, Wang Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Li Er didn't bother him again, and the Tudou incident seemed to be over like this...

The Jinguang Lake was extremely lively today. The sun had come out after the snow had stopped for two days. The melting snow made the weather a bit colder than usual, but it still couldn’t match everyone’s enthusiasm for the poetry festival.

Tang people are good at poetry, even the girls in Yicuilou can recite two poems, and Ningxiang is one of the best. Many talented people who claim to be proficient in poetry are not as good as they are, and they are naturally sought after for their beauty and talent.Ningxiang's painting boat is the most luxurious and luxurious among all the painting boats. As soon as she appeared along the Jinguang Lake, there was a burst of cheers, which shows how popular she is.

The weather is still cold, but the fragrance is condensed in the painting boat, but there is a light gauze and thin shirt. There is an exquisite small incense burner on the sandalwood table in front of him. The slowly rising green smoke exudes bursts of refreshing fragrance. Slowly stirring the cup of strong tea in front of him, a pair of lotus root arms loomed.On the silk paper in the corner of the desk was written a seven-character poem, which was Wang Xiang's poem on snow.

"Xiao Cui, is the new prince here?"

Xiao Cui, who was standing by the side, had long been itching to find out what was going on outside. She smelled the fragrance and asked the question, and immediately opened the beaded curtain of the window to look out with enthusiasm. The crowds by the lake were so lively. , it is impossible to find a person among them.

"Miss, there are too many people!" Xiaocui's tone could not hear the disappointment of finding someone but was full of excitement.

Ning Xiang smiled and said: "It's not the first time you come with me to participate in the poetry meeting, why are you making such a fuss?"

Xiao Cui shook her head and said, "I like this kind of poem no matter how many times it comes, not to mention that there are many extraordinary people coming this time."

Seeing Xiaocui's excited appearance, Ningxiang couldn't help laughing and said: "You don't know poetry."

Xiao Cui wrinkled her nose and said, "Then Wang Zixin doesn't know poetry either, so I can see him every poetry meeting, I think he's here for the young lady, I'd say it would be fun without Wang Zixin's poetry meeting Woolen cloth."

That's right, everyone who participates in the poetry meeting has various purposes, even myself. If it wasn't for the fame I gained from the poetry meeting, how could I still be innocent.

Xiao Cui would not understand these things, Ning Xiang secretly sighed, looking at the slowly rising green smoke, her thoughts flew to nowhere.

The Jinguang Lake Poetry Fair is a major event in Chang'an City. The literati want to gain fame through this poetry fair, the dudes try to take this opportunity to meet a beautiful woman, and the peddlers and merchants hope to make more money from this grand event, so the whole Jinguang Lake is very noisy. It was also mixed with the cries of hawkers.

The literati and dudes who came to the poetry meeting all wore thin shirts to set off their elegant demeanor. Wang Xiang wrapped himself up in thick clothes like a rice dumpling and mixed with the crowd. Hawkers are very similar.

In the Tang Dynasty, cotton was just an ornamental plant. Without cotton cloth, there would be no cotton-padded clothes. Wang Xiang is not one of those strong men who can ignore temperature for the sake of style, so he had to wear a few more clothes. Even so, he still felt inferior to cotton-padded clothes. warm.

"It would be great if there were Malatang sold. It will warm you up if you eat some Malatang in cold weather."

"Master, what is Malatang?"

The little girl on the side was also dressed like a zongzi. At first she was not willing to wear more, saying it was too ugly. Seeing that her little hands were red from the cold, Wang Xiang refused to wear more clothes, so he threatened that he would not bring her to the event. Only then did the Shihui reluctantly wear a few more clothes.

"Malatang is a delicious food, I will make it for you when you have time." Wang Xiang looked around at the peddlers, and found a place selling hot noodle soup to sit down.

The peddler immediately stepped forward to say hello, "What would you like to eat?"

"Do you have anything else besides hot noodle soup here?"

"No." The peddler shook his head embarrassingly.

Wang Xiang smiled and said, "That's it, give us two bowls of hot noodle soup."

"Okay, wait a moment, both of you."

After eating a bowl of hot noodle soup, I finally felt a little warmer, and the poetry meeting officially started amidst the voices of everyone.

"Master, the poetry meeting is starting, let's hurry over."

"What's the hurry, it's still early, wait for the young master to have another bowl of noodle soup."

"The young master is also here to participate in the poetry meeting?" The peddler obviously didn't expect that Wang Xiang was also here to participate in the poetry meeting, and thought he was here to watch the excitement.

Xiao Ya pouted dissatisfiedly: "If you don't come to the poetry meeting, could it be that you are here to eat your hot noodle soup?"

The peddler smiled awkwardly and said, "That's not true. I heard that the famous Mr. Chen Haobai and Mr. Chen have come to this poetry fair."

"Who is Chen Haobai? Is he famous?" Wang Xiang asked calmly after taking a sip of the hot noodle soup from the vendor's hand.

This time, the little girl exclaimed before the hawker could speak: "Mr. Chen Haobai, the head of the four great talents in Luoyang!" After speaking, she put on an expression of admiration.

The peddler nodded and said, "Exactly, all the four great talents from Luoyang have come to Chang'an this time."

"Since they are the four great talents in Luoyang, why did you come to Chang'an to participate in the poetry meeting? You are not afraid of freezing in this cold weather." Wang Xiang's tone was slightly sour. What kind of shit is the four great talents in Luoyang that Xiaoya admires so much. Immediately upset.

The peddler said, "Today's poetry meeting is different from the past. Do you know who will host the poetry meeting?"

"Isn't that Ningxiang?"

The peddler looked at Wang Xiang with a strange expression and said, "My lord, don't be joking. Although Miss Ningxiang is talented in poetry, she is a woman of smoke and dust after all. How could she preside over such a literary event as the Poetry Fair?"

It turned out that she wasn't the host, so why send someone to deliver a message? For our future daughter-in-law, I have decided on the first place in this poetry meeting. As for the four great talents in Luoyang, if they are unlucky this time, they will just come to Chang'an for a visit Bar.Wang Xiang didn't take the Four Great Talents of Luoyang seriously at all.

Of course the peddler didn't know what Wang Xiang was thinking, he was just a little curious how Wang Xiang, who seemed to be a son of a wealthy family, didn't know the simple truth that the Shihui could not be presided over by a woman from the dust.

The little girl on the side asked curiously: "Who is so powerful that even Mr. Chen came from Luoyang to participate in the poetry meeting?"

The peddler showed off proudly: "I heard from my friend that this Jinguang Lake Poetry Fair will be hosted by King Wei himself. I heard that there is a desire to seek talent."

King Wei?Wang Xiang's heart tightened, now he wants to stay away from anyone who has anything to do with Li Er, if it wasn't for the bet with the wife of the Wu family, he would have left directly.

The peddler didn't notice Wang Xiang's abnormality and continued: "Think about it, if you get the appreciation of King Wei at this poetry meeting, then you will have a bright future. With such a rare opportunity, how could Mr. Chen not come. "

"In order to gain the appreciation of the king of Wei, I came from Luoyang to Chang'an to participate in the poetry meeting." Wang Xiang shook his head and said disdainfully: "The four great talents in Luoyang are just people who are greedy for fame and fortune."

"Oh, Your Excellency seems to disdain the word fame and fortune?"

A slightly majestic voice came from behind. Wang Xiang looked back and saw that he was a burly middle-aged man with star-eyed sword eyebrows. In a high position.Standing next to the middle-aged man was a young woman, her face was a little pale, and she seemed to be in poor health.

Wang Xiang also felt that it was inappropriate for him to speak ill of others behind his back. It is a fact that the four great talents in Luoyang are keen on fame and wealth, but the prosperity of the world is all for profit, and it cannot be said that their actions are wrong, so Wang Xiang temporarily I don't know how to answer.

Seeing that Wang Xiang didn't answer, a burly man behind the middle-aged man said loudly: "I didn't hear my master speak for you!"

Originally, he still had a good impression of the middle-aged man, but seeing his subordinates being so arrogant, Wang Xiang suddenly became angry. Damn, who are you? If you ask me, I will answer you?In a bad mood, he simply turned his head away and only left the back of his head for them.

Seeing Wang Xiang's arrogance, the big man was furious, and was about to step forward but was stopped by the middle-aged man.

The young woman also said softly: "Forget it, let's go to the poetry fair."

Then the big man gave Wang Xiang a hard look at the back of his head and followed the middle-aged man away.

"Young master, that man just now is really hateful, he is so fierce if you don't answer his words." When the middle-aged man walked away, the little girl complained in a low voice with her mouth pouting.

Looking at the temperament of the middle-aged man, Wang Xiang knew that he was not an ordinary person, but he didn't care too much. The high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Chang'an City are much more expensive. It is not uncommon for a few arrogant and domineering ones. He patted the little girl on the head. He smiled and said: "Don't worry about them, it's time for the young master to show off my skills after eating and drinking enough. Let's go, let's go to the poetry meeting."

(End of this chapter)