Zhenguan Leisurely King

Chapter 185 Dinner at the Changsun Mansion
Regarding Changsun Wuji's mood, Wang Ping'an couldn't guess, and he didn't want to guess, his primary purpose now was to sleep, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly for three days and three nights.

In this way, Wang Pingan followed the maid to the guest room, dismissed them directly, and fell asleep with his head covered.

While he was sleeping, three things happened in Chang'an City. First of all, the restaurants, teahouses, brothels and other places in Chang'an lost a lot of stubborn children, which made the restaurants, teahouses, brothels and other places a peaceful scene.

The second thing is that many high-ranking officials and dignitaries are selling shops, real estate and fertile land. This has caused panic among many shop and real estate officials, causing them to also start selling shops.

The third thing: the scientific examination is coming soon, and many scholars from all over the country come to Chang'an to rush for the examination. For a time, the whole Chang'an is full of culture, because the subjects of the imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty include Xiucai, Mingjing, Jinshi, Junshi, Mingfa, Mingzi, Mingshu, etc. 50 There are many kinds, so Chang'an has recruited all kinds of talents at present.

This is not the point, the point is that some local students in Chang'an often bully students from other places. Of course, the so-called bullying means that two people compare their literary talents.This made the non-local students very unconvinced, and finally they couldn't stand it anymore, and taught the Chang'an students a lesson.

After the Chang'an students lost, in order to save face, they challenged the foreign students. The two sides held a debate contest. The referee was taught by the Chongwen Museum. I don't know his name at the moment. diva.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Who is disturbing people's dreams?" Wang Ping'an whispered sleepily, then covered his head with the quilt, and went to play chess with Duke Zhou again.

"Dong dong dong..."

But things backfired, the knock on the door remained, although the sound was not loud, it was enough to disturb one's sleep.

Wang Ping'an got impatient with the noise, pulled off the quilt, and roared: "Which bastard, disturb my young master's rest, pull him out and beat him."

Wang Ping's roar frightened the maid outside the door, she trembled and said: "Wang, young master Wang, please forgive me. It's not that the slaves want to harass the young master Qing Meng. It's dinner time. The master has an invitation."

Hearing that the voice was a woman, Wang Ping'an's anger disappeared at once, and then he heard that he was invited to dinner, so the anger all over his body disappeared without a trace.

Wang Pingan still said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Here, come, don't knock on the door."

Wang Pingan got up and began to put on his clothes: "Damn, these clothes are really fucking hard to wear. I must invent clothes like compassionate shirts." Wang Pingan put on the clothes backwards, and he really has nothing to do with Tang Dynasty costumes.

After wearing it for a while, Wang Ping'an finally put on his clothes neatly. After he opened the door, he saw a fair-looking maid kneeling outside the door tremblingly.

Wang Ping'an was taken aback by this. When he opened the door, he thought he had seen some monster.

So he asked curiously, "Why are you kneeling here?"

"Please, Young Master Wang, don't punish the servant girl, please, please..." The servant girl said back.Kowtow, there is a "bump" sound.

Wang Pingan knew that the servant girl kept kneeling outside the door because of his few words, but he never thought that the servant girl would make such a fuss. As a new good man in the 21st century, he immediately stopped him and said, "Don't knock, hurry up!" Get up, or this young master will really ask someone to beat you."

After hearing this, the servant girl immediately answered the truth, and said with a smile on her face, "No, no, this servant girl will get up right now."

"Okay, don't cry, I don't know, I thought I was bullying you. It's just that I was just woken up by you, and I was in a bad mood and talked nonsense. You just treat it as farting. No, you just treat it like nothing." Just hear it." Wang Pingan said a little funny.

"Pfft."

The maid accidentally laughed, but Wang Ping'an rolled her eyes, and immediately covered her mouth with both hands, first shook her head, feeling wrong, then nodded immediately, and finally couldn't understand the situation, so she shook her head and nodded together.

Wang Ping'an couldn't help but wryly smiled and said, "Okay, wipe away your tears and lead the way."

This time the servant girl quickly wiped away her tears, then lowered her head and led Wang Pingan to the dining hall.

This was just a small episode of Wang Ping'an's stay in the Changsun's Mansion. He was ignored. After seeing Changsun Wuji, he clasped his fists and said, "My nephew has seen Uncle Changsun."

"Nephew, you are too polite. Come, come and sit down. I will introduce you to two people." Changsun Wuji pulled Wang Pingan to the table, pointed to the two people on the table and said, "This is the old man. Madam, this is the youngest son of the old man, Sun Huan. Madam, this is the Wang Ping'an whom the old man often mentions."

When Changsun Wuji introduced his wife and his youngest son, he kept sizing up the two of them. Seeing how Changsun Wuji looked, the wife he chose was not bad. No way, what is the 21st century like? There are no beauties, and so far in ancient times, Wang Ping'an really didn't think of beauties.

His youngest son, Wang Ping'an, glanced at him. He was a few years younger than him. If he was in the second grade of elementary school, he should be in the top class of kindergarten.

After Changsun Wuji finished introducing the two parties, Wang Pingan cupped his hands to Mrs. Changsun and Changsun Huan and said, "I have seen Aunt Changsun and brother Changsun Huan."

Mrs. Changsun smiled and said: "So you are the genius that the master has been talking about. Wang Ping'an, you are really a good-looking talent. Please sit down."

Mrs. Changsun was quite enthusiastic about it, and Changsun Wuji just watched with a smile while stroking his beard.

On the other hand, Changsun Huan was quite unimpressed with Wang Ping'an, ignoring him, staring at the dishes on the table, and drooling non-stop.

Wang Pingan said: "Where, this is all the elders' love for the younger generation, the grandson's aunt is too modest."

"Okay. Everyone is here, let's eat." Changsun Wuji said.

After Wang Pingan heard it, he sat down very politely. The dishes on the table were quite rich, including chicken, duck and fish. It was this method that made Wang Pingan not very satisfied, which gave him the urge to open a gourmet restaurant.

A maid stepped forward and poured fine wine for Changsun Wuji and Wang Pingan. Wang Pingan knew it was his own brewed wine, but it was not the best wine, it was a lower grade.

Changsun Wuji picked up the wine glass and bumped it into Wang Ping'an's, and said, "Ping An, this is the fine wine brewed by your Wangji Winery, and there is not much in the whole Tang Dynasty, but the old man spent a lot of effort to buy it. A few altars. Ordinary old men would be reluctant to drink it."

The implication is that this fine wine is very important to me, if it wasn't for your sake, I wouldn't drink it, I should treasure it properly.But this wine is very common to you, and you can drink it every day if you want to drink it, so should you send a few jars over from time to time?

How could this tricky Wang Pingan not understand, and said: "Uncle Changsun, you like the wine brewed by Wangji Winery. Tell me earlier. From now on, I will send you ten altars every month."

"How is this possible? Ten altars of wine are worth hundreds of guan. The wine is free, but the old man has to give the money." Changsun Wuji said as if he could let you give it away for nothing.

Wang Pingan looked at Changsun Wuji with disdain in his heart: "Give me the money, can I accept it? After accepting it, I became a profit-seeking, philistine villain. Don't let anyone else tell you."

But on his face, he put on an expression that I can't accept your money and said: "Uncle Changsun, what are you talking about, can my nephew accept your money? Isn't it just ten jars of wine? For something precious, as long as there is food, my nephew can make as much wine as he wants."

"Although this is the case, you can't let the people in your workshop do it for nothing. The money must be collected." Changsun Wuji said.

"No, my nephew will be struck by lightning if I accept your money. I can't accept this money." Wang Pingan refused again.

"Master, Ping An, you have fought for it like this. How long will it take to fight? The food will be cold. In my opinion, we will provide the food for wine making in the future. It's just that the workers of Wangji Winery have to work harder." , wouldn't that solve it?" Mrs. Changsun said.

Wang Pingan thought for a while and thought: "Let's follow Aunt Changsun's suggestion. Uncle Changsun, we don't have to fight for money. From now on, we will hand over the food for wine making to you. If there is food, there will be wine. If you don't have enough food, then my nephew There is nothing I can do to help."

"Nephew, you let the old man pick up a big deal. Well, I will not fight according to your request. Don't worry, the food will arrive on time." Changsun Wuji laughed.

It’s really good to be cheap, Wang Ping’an secretly thought in his heart, and said with a serious face: “Where is the eldest grandson? The younger generation should take a little something from the elder. How can it be said that it is cheap.”

"Good! Good! Good! The old man will stop talking, stop talking. Haha~" Changsun Wuji laughed, stroking his beard with one hand.

"That's right, why are you talking so much. The dishes are getting cold, please eat quickly in Ping An. This is the secret roast leg of lamb from the imperial chef." After Madam Changsun finished speaking, she put a piece of leg of lamb in Wang Ping'an's bowl.

Wang Pingan took the leg of lamb with a bowl in both hands, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Auntie Changsun."

Changsun Wuji put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "Ping An, do you know what happened on the street today?"

Wang Pingan shook his head to express his ignorance, and said to himself, "Damn, didn't I stay at your house all day, how do I know what happened on the street?"

"Haha, let me tell you, every year when the scientific examination comes, a large group of scholars come to Chang'an to participate in the scientific examination. This year, there are many more scholars than in previous years, so all the inns and restaurants in Chang'an are already overcrowded. There is really no room for them. There is no place to stay. Those scholars would live in major temples or academies.” Changsun Wuji suddenly stopped, stopped talking, and looked at Wang Pingan.

Wang Pingan was horrified by his watching the net, and asked: "Uncle grandson, you won't just tell my nephew these things, will you?"

(End of this chapter)