He Has a Dragon

The tall city wall full of years stretches to the left and right, and the end is not seen in the darkness.

As the capital of the proud country, the prosperity of the Imperial City can be imagined. Even if it is late, the flow of people entering and leaving the gate is still endless.

With the flow of people, Wang Wangle entered the city smoothly from the east gate.

Although it was a foreign land, Wang Le felt extremely strange, but at first glance, people's dress and dress were not much different from those of martial arts.

To be more precise, the clothes of these residents and even the buildings in the middle of the city are similar to the Chinese style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

The martial arts style is more like Tang and Song dynasties.

All in all, Wang Le, who was in it, did not feel unaccustomed, but looked around with interest.

Without knowing it, Wang Le, walking along the street, came to the most prosperous Yongchang Street in the east part of the Imperial City.

At the beginning of the Huahua lantern, pedestrians were like weaving, with Yongchang Street as a branch, and all streets stretched out to the east city.

There are many buildings on both sides of these streets and lanes. There are countless tea restaurants and restaurants, and they are all lively. They all show the prosperity of the Imperial City, and they are indeed the capital of a country.

Of course, no matter how prosperous the Royal Capital is, it cannot be compared with the capital of the buried Emperor Xingxia.

After all, it is a very large city with tens of millions of people.

At present, the Imperial City in front of it is prosperous again, and can only accommodate more than one million people. Even compared with Feicheng, the hometown of Wang Le, it is slightly inferior.

They come, the security. Wang Le did not immediately go to the Yunhu National Teacher, but after asking about it from a passerby, he came to the best restaurant in the whole Dongcheng, Yongkui Street, located on Yongchang Street!

He Wang Le has always been where he went, where he ate, and now when he comes to the Imperial City of Ao Lai Country, of course you will not miss the food here.

What's more, only in this kind of restaurant and tea shop where three religions and nine streams converge, can we learn more useful information.

Knowing oneself and knowing one another in every battle, at any time, Wang Le will try his best to fight the rabbit and will not give birth to the slightest enemy.

Words return to life, Wang Le's mouth came to the corner of Wen Kui House can not help but reveal a bit of bitter smile.

"What a penny stumped the hero Han! Only came to this Wenkui Tower to sell talents, and ate food." Wang Le could not help but muttered secretly.

Wang Le, who arrived at the beginning of the first year, never thought of money, until he entered the Imperial City, he realized that he was penniless.

More accurately, although there are many gold and silver antiques in the French eye space, they are worthless in this eternal star.

Through Wang Le's observation, he found that the currency circulating here was not paper money, nor gold, silver, or copper, but a metal called a horn.

For an existence like Wang Le, if you want to get some money, it can be said to be a matter of capture.

I just disdain him.

What's more, he didn't wait long to come to Yujing City this time. He just wanted to know how to go to the Middle-earth mainland from Yunhu Guoshi.

I was like this, before waiting for Wang Le to step up and enter Wenkui Building, the guy standing at the door welcomed him far away.

"Guest ..."

As soon as my buddy started speaking, Wang Le interrupted the other directly and asked, "I heard that as long as you can write a good poem, you can eat and drink for free in your Wenkui building?"

额 "Uh!" The young man was a stunner first, and he dared to eat this overlord meal!

Although there is no pain in my heart, the guy nodded honestly and admitted: "Yes, we at Wenkui Building do have such rules."

哦 "Oh?" Wang Le touched his chin and smiled. "It seems true, but the verses written are good or bad. Is it judged by your Wenkui Tower?"

I saw the guy shook his head without hesitation: "Of course not, but judged by the guests of Wenkui House."

After a pause, the young man continued with a proud look: "Most of the guests who can spend in my Wenkui Building are of unusual status, and most of them are court officials."

I said here, the guy looked up and down Wang Le, and said suspiciously, "As long as you have the ability to write good poems, the guests in the building will naturally see."

At the end of the day, the guy did not forget to add: "Not to mention that my Wenkui House is not bad for this meal, you can rest assured!"

Wang Wangle touched his nose, and when he got upstairs, he had to cross the doorway to enter Wenkui Building, and saw the boy quickly said, "Keep off, please stay!"

When I saw Wang Le step down, he looked at the guy with a puzzled face and asked, "Will you have to make a poem to enter now?"

The young man nodded his face for granted: "Yes, I want to enter the door of Wenkui Building. If there is not enough clues, then there must be a good poem."

"Eh!" Wang Le could not help but touch his nose and muttered secretly: "This is a lot of breaking rules. It seems that I want to eat a meal from Wenkuilou, one is not enough!"

王 As Wang Lexin lost his mind, the young man smiled and continued to look at the other person and said, "Since the guest officer can't afford to enter my Wenkuilou's plot, he must first make a poem."

Immediately after I finished speaking, I saw a fat man dressed as a business man in the building walking with two stable old men.

The fat man saw that someone was standing in front of the door and frowned slightly, then looked at the guy and asked, "What's going on?"

I saw the guy quickly and respectfully replied: "Our shopkeeper, this guest has no clue to enter the Wenkui Building, so he can enter only by writing a poem."

"Oh?" The shopkeeper of Wenkuilou stunned, and the two old men next to him also showed a faint color ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and looked at Wang Le by coincidence.

He immediately saw the fat shopkeeper of Wenkuilou smiled and asked Wang Le with a smile: "Your Excellency wants to make wine and dishes with poetry?"

Wang Le nodded with a smile: "Yes, there is no penny in the lower body, but I want to taste the food and dishes of the Imperial City, and then I inquire about your Wenkui Tower. As long as you can make good poems, you can save money on food and drinks. "

The fat shopkeeper said with a smile: "Yes, I do have such rules in Wenkuilou, but you don't just write a poem if you want to come in and eat without spending money."

He Wangle shrugged indifferently and replied indifferently: "There is no diamond, no porcelain work. Now that I am here, of course I have this confidence."

When the fat shopkeeper saw Wang Le's self-confidence, and was too lazy to talk nonsense, he smiled and said, "Okay, now that you have made up your mind, let the poems come in!"

Wang Wangle blinked and asked, "Aren't you asking the question?"

At this moment, he saw the fat shopkeeper's heroic and dry clouds and laughed, "I Wenkulou has never been difficult for readers. This entry poem will not set the topic, and the guests can play it at will!"

Wang Le could not help but touch his nose, then nodded and said, "That would be ugly."

After chanting, Wang Le groaned for a few seconds, and then said loudly: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring. When a clear sky cranes the clouds, it draws poetry to Bixiao."

Treasurer: "..."

Boy: "..."

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