In the third year of Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty, the East City of Chang'an was busy with traffic and people.
Wang Zi'an held the mutton in his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, raised his pretty eyebrows, and raised his head to look at the sun above his head. Looking at the sun, it looked like it was early nine o'clock in the future, and the slanting sunlight shone through the bare willow trees.
The water poured down from the branches, making him feel slightly absent-minded.
Although he had traveled through time for more than half a year, he was still not used to judging the time by looking at the sun. He even missed the alarm clocks that he had broken.
"Mom, this big brother is so good-looking——"
A childish voice suddenly sounded from beside him, and Wang Zi'an suddenly came back to his senses. He looked down and saw a little girl about seven or eight years old on the side of the road, looking up at him curiously.
Next to her is a young woman carrying cooking utensils. This kind of mobile food stalls are common on the streets of Chang'an. Although this young woman's clothes are shabby and starched and a little white, her sewing is meticulous and rigorous. At this time,
Seeing Prince An looking over, he couldn't help but bow.
"I'm sorry, little girl, I'm presumptuous, but I hope Mr. Haihan——"
"It's okay, it's okay, I just love hearing such truth!"
Wang Zi'an grinned, took out a penny, picked two cute candy figures from the candy seller's stall on the roadside, and stuffed them into the little girl's hands with a smile.
"Be good, I'll reward you. If you know how to speak, just speak more -"
The young woman, who was a little reserved at first, couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then she realized that she was a little rude and apologized hurriedly.
"Young master, you can't—"
"What can't be done? It's just a toy for two children..."
Wang Zi'an waved his hand casually. Seeing Wang Zi'an like this, the young woman didn't hesitate, thanked her, and turned to her daughter.
"Ying'er, why don't you thank the young master quickly——"
Seeing his mother's permission? The child took the candy man with a face of joy, carefully put it to his mouth and took a lick. His two beautiful big eyes suddenly narrowed. Wang Zi'an then raised his head with satisfaction and casually
asked a question.
"Sister-in-law, judging from your outfit, it seems that you make mobile meals? But why didn't you go to the West Market to set up a stall? Instead, you came to the East Market?"
There are many officials and nobles in the East Market, and the shops mainly sell luxury goods such as gold and silver utensils? These mobile stall snacks mainly rely on the peddlers who hang out in the West Market.
"Going back to the Young Master? We were originally in the West Market, but we heard that the young lady from Su Guogong's residence was throwing hydrangeas in the East Market today to attract a bride? That's why we came to join in the fun."
Of course, setting up a stall has to be part of the fun? Wang Zi'an nodded subconsciously, holding the mutton he just bought. He turned around and was about to walk away, but suddenly something happened in his heart. He turned around suddenly.
"Sister-in-law, did you just say that someone wanted to marry someone with embroidery balls?"
"She is the young lady from Su Guogong's residence."
Speaking of which? The young lady changed the subject.
"This Miss Chengfu is not only dignified and virtuous, but also looks like a flower. She closes her eyes in shame..."
Duke Su's Mansion - Cheng Yaojin has a daughter?
Still as beautiful as a flower?
Why don't I believe it?
Wang Zi'an instantly recalled the description of Cheng Yaojin's appearance in the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties:
"Blue head? Indigo face and red eyebrows, bronze helmet and iron armor? Riding a big red horse, holding a big axe, howling and screaming? This is like the god of plague, it's scary to look at -"
Genetics tell me? Most daughters look like their fathers.
"Sister-in-law, are you meeting this young lady from the Cheng family?"
Seeing that the young lady walking the stall spoke vividly and without seeming to be lying, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but asked curiously.
"This young woman is just a country woman. She has never been lucky enough to meet a young lady from someone else's royal family. It's just hearsay..."
The young woman shook her head, her eyes evasive. Wang Zi'an didn't notice the hidden change in her eyes and nodded casually.
As far as Cheng Yaojin's family status is concerned, even if her daughter is average-looking, not to mention her beauty, she can still pass the threshold of the marriage proposal team. As for throwing hydrangeas to attract a bride?
There is a high probability that this person looks like his father and cannot get married. He is trying to catch whoever he wants to trick him...
Wang Zi'an gloated and cursed.
He has traveled through the Tang Dynasty for more than half a year. Although he is very curious about the legendary Cheng Yaojin and others in later generations, he has no intention of making friends and clinging to them. The Tang Dynasty was prosperous and stable, wouldn't it be nice for him to be a leisurely and contented rich man?
What's the benefit of having to get mixed up with those people?
I’m not tired of the ninety-six blessings in future generations!
In this life, I just want to have unhindered thoughts, be free and happy, and be a wealthy and contented idler in the country.
Therefore, he didn't take the vendor's wife's words seriously.
However, his feet turned around and he walked with the flow of people.
It is impossible to snatch hydrangeas, even if you beat them to death, but it is exciting to watch. It is so novel to grab hydrangeas to attract a bride!
You think about how unreliable it would be for a living big girl to stand on the stage and be thrown away for life. Not everyone has the good luck like Tang Monk. If he throws a pretty scholar home and takes it home, what if?
What if you hit an ugly, old beggar?
Thinking of the fun, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile. At this time, the sun shone from the side, illuminating his handsome face, making his whole person look even more elegant, like an immortal.
The young street vendor couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
At this moment, there was a commotion among the crowd on the street.
"Look, look, Mrs. Cheng's carriage is coming -"
The crowd cheered and surrounded everyone, especially some young men, who pushed forward as hard as they could. The young woman quickly lowered her head, reached out and pulled her daughter to hide by the side of the road. Wang Zi'an looked up curiously.
I saw a group of guards not far away, guarding a spacious and exquisite carriage, coming towards me. Wherever they passed, there was a commotion in the streets.
"Madam of the Cheng family, Xiaosheng, the seventeenth son of the Cui family, you are polite here——"
"Ms. Cheng, look at me, look at me, I'm Wang from the Imperial College - Ouch, who pushed me -"
"Ms. Cheng, I have admired you for a long time - oh, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, my hat -"
…
"Bah - a bunch of shameless bastards!"
Wang Zi'an secretly spit, you are a bunch of shameless guys, you guys have completely embarrassed you - but if you are very beautiful, it is not impossible to consider. By the way, is it difficult for this little lady of the Cheng family to grow up?
Really beautiful?
He couldn't help but stand on tiptoes, raised the mutton in his hand, and pushed forward.
"Borrow the light, borrow the light, be careful to squeeze in some oil——"
Wherever he passed, there was a burst of curses, but Wang Zi'an didn't take it seriously and pushed forward on his own.
What he didn't know was that he was standing with his backlight and the moment he smiled, he happened to catch the eyes of the two people in the car, causing a man with a rough voice to exclaim like a nympho.
"Sister, sister, look, that handsome scholar, he is so handsome——"
At this moment, watching the carriage approaching, the window was suddenly opened without any warning.
A surprise appearance!
There was a commotion in the crowd, and Wang Zi'an couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.