Chapter 1 Exploring Hualang in the Mingyue Building!

In the seventh year of Zhao, there was a loud noise in the sky. The people of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a sky fire meteor cutting through the dark sky and making a loud noise on the outskirts of the city. The next morning, the guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

A few months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens the picture of a new day. The candlelight of the inn in the city has not been extinguished, and the hawking of the peddlers has gradually sounded. The people who eat morning tea in the morning meet each other and greet each other. The vegetable farmers selling with fresh watery vegetables, the blacksmith opened the door, and the cloth shop is on the goods... The noise proves the prosperity of the city, which is Bianzhou.

"Hey, which one of you has heard about it? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Building make last night?

Suddenly, someone in Li Ji's morning teahouse asked, and then it stirred up thousands of waves like a stone, and people came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard about it? That Tanhualang is awesome. I heard that one song will never be repeated every day, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece!"

"That's not true. I just learned from my wife recently. Now I'm afraid this Tanhualang is full of literary name in Bianzhou."

"I have to ask Brother Wang. Brother Wang heard yesterday that he was drinking and writing poems with several friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Oh, drinking can make sense. Brother Zicheng, don't mention any more poetry. I didn't believe what Brother Wen Da said. Yesterday, I and several friends wanted to go to the Mingyue Building. Who knew that Tanhualang's face was not seen. There was a good word hanging on the building sign of the Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it!" A young man in a soap-colored gown sighed repeatedly, and his face looked a little white and haggard. It seems that he must have just woken up last night to have morning tea.

"There is really a new work! Brother Wang, let's also let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the prince in apricot clothes said coaxed.

"Yes, Wang Yun, just say it, so that we who don't have the money to enter the Mingyue Building can have a good experience."

"Typ..."

Several people who rushed in the morning suddenly became interested and encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll say it. Listen, huh... Humph..." Wang Yunyun moistened his throat, and then began to chant out: [Huan Xisha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old pavilion. When will the sunset come back? I had no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if I had known Yan's return. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yunyin had fallen into absolute silence, even the little two who ran in the hall locked his eyebrows and read it in his heart!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone patted the table heavily and weighed it. The tea on the table almost jumped out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere. "It's really unparalleled."

"Yes, it's a good word!"

"Good word, it's amazing!"

"This explorer is really amazingly talented, but I heard that on the day he first entered Bianzhou, he was almost rejected by the city guard because of his strange dress and strange voice." Someone expressed doubts.

"Yes, isn't it? I heard that fortunately, the Jade Bone Girl of Mingyue Building came back to the city from her mother's province to encounter this matter, so she asked the city guard to let it go. Unexpectedly, this release actually helped Mingyue Building attract a gold detective! This Tanhualang is really lucky!"

"Alas, it's not just lucky. If there is this poetic talent, not to mention Bianzhou City, he can go to any city in the whole Zhao Dynasty. I heard that the king Wei style of the left prime minister of our dynasty was also recommended to become an official with poetry in those years. Now officials worship the current dynasty, with power all over the world, and countless students. If the talent name of Tanhualang in our city spreads to the ears of Prime Minister Zuo in Tokyo, I'm afraid that the future will be unlimited!"

"Tut..."

The morning of Li Ji's morning teahouse passed in the discussion of several coquettish diners who like to talk about gossip in the city. The hustle and bustle in the city gradually became more and more noisy. Thirty-six lines opened the door to do business, and the three teachings and nine streams were active in their respective fields, and the freighters who set up stalls were responsible for their own. The goods were sold and shouted, and the sound of a bright and rhythmic child reading came from the private college. Occasionally, some naughty children were playing on the street.

The real world is angry! As Bianzhou, one of the Kyushu of the Great Zhao Kingdom, the vitality of the capital of Bianzhou is undoubtedly very real. The people in the city are glad that they can live in the Great Zhao Dynasty, which has only been seven years at the beginning of the world.

At the end of the day, Song Yi slowly woke up from the mat. Before he opened his eyes, he stretched out a long lazy waist first, and then yawned and opened his eyes. In his eyes, a beautiful back photocopy came into his eyes. He suddenly woke up and just had another dream in the Tanggula Mountains!

"Son Song woke up. Zao'er has sent clean water and supplies for washing. Let's wait for the prince to wash!" The woman by the window turned around, and a very delicate and beautiful duck egg face appeared in Song Yi's sight.

"Ha ha, how many times have I said this? I'll do these things by myself. Miss Qingyan got up so early." Song Yi took the toothbrush on the table and stained some tooth powder and began to brush his teeth at the scum basin.

"Is it still early? It's already the end of the hour. The prince always likes to joke. Qingyan looked at Song Yi put down the toothbrush in his hand, and there was still some foam in his mouth. He gently picked up the cloth towel and wiped it for Song Yi. With this slight action, the fragrant wind lingered on Song Yi's nose.

Song Yixin was very useful, but he still hurriedly grabbed Qingyan's hand, took the cloth towel in her hand and smiled, "Hey hey, I'll do it myself... Do it yourself." After saying that, a face went into the water basin, and then raised it. He soaked it in water with a cloth towel and twisted it dry. He wiped his face clean before exhaling.

"What kind of person is the prince? Is it the slave's background that makes the prince disgusted?" Qingyan said with a faint sadness in a pair of bright eyes on her delicate face.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Isn't it? Now everyone in the city knows that the prince is a famous explorer, but after entering the Mingyue Building, the prince did not choose to live on the first floor with the jade bone that led you into the building at the beginning, but chose the small smoke house of the slave family. At the beginning, the slave family was quite happy and thought that the prince was interested in the slave family. But why did more than a month pass, the prince still slept on the mat every day and treated Qingyan with courtesy. Isn't this dislike of green smoke and what is it? The fog rose in the woman's beautiful eyes, and tears were about to fall.

Song Yi hurriedly said helplessly with a smiling face, "Miss Qingyan, don't say that anymore. Song Yi just feels that he is living in this brothel without a house. How can he think about the love affair of his children? Girl, don't underestimate yourself. With your appearance, Song Yi's unmovable heart is false, but this heart is not polite, and it has not yet reached the feelings of men and women. No wonder about the green smoke!"

"Is that so? Why didn't the prince choose the dew courtyard of the jade bone girl but the simple and remote small smoke house of Qingyan? I was still a prince... Yes..." Speaking of this, two red clouds flew on the cheeks of the Qingyan girl. Before she finished speaking, the meaning was already obvious.

"It is because this little Yanju is quiet and elegant, and as soon as you open the window, you can see the scenery on the Liang River, so I chose to live here. Doesn't Qingyan girl think it's a very pleasant thing to get up every morning to see the people by the Liang River outside the window?" Song Yi said, but he thought, "How did you know that this small building is also a water-view villa in future generations? The yard of Yuguer is lively, but it is like a house facing the street, which makes it difficult for people to be quiet.

"The scenery in the morning is good, but the prince gets up very late every day!" Qingyan couldn't help laughing and said, the doubts in her heart were relieved, and her face became bright again.

"Uh..." Song Yi was speechless.

"What does the prince want to do today? Do you still want the slave family to tell the prince something boring about Zhao? Seeing Song Yi's embarrassment, Qing Yan quickly changed the topic and asked. Her tone was full of impatience. She didn't know why this talented Mr. Song liked to listen to her talk about things that were common in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Well, I won't talk about these boring things today." Song Yi waved his hand and immediately said in Qingyan's happy look, "I'm going out to look around Bianzhou today. Ha ha, this hair is not short. I guess it won't look so strange!" As he spoke, he touched his hair hanging around his neck. It's really strange to come to this world. Even the hair grows faster!

"Let Qingyan and Zaoer accompany the prince." Qingyan asked expectantly.

"It's better for me to go around and come back after shopping. Otherwise, you and Zao'er will follow me later. My mother will think that I have left with the Hua Kui Niangzi in the Mingyue Building!" Song Yi smiled and declined. I'm joking. When I go out with two women like flowers, I won't be comfortable shopping.

"Well, the prince will go back early and bring more money. If you see something, you can buy more!" Qingyan flattened his flat and delicate lips and said dissatisfiedly.

When Song Yi walked out of Xiaoyanju, Du Qingyan lay on the window of the river and was confused, and it took a long time to mutter.

"Exploring Hualang? Mr. Song Yi, what kind of person are you?