After Ye Qing got up, he stood blankly looking at Taiping Lake outside the door. After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "Qianqian, I'm going out for a walk today, just stay at home."
"Sir, wait a minute!" Qianqian hurried over, took two small ingots, and took out the gold cup from her arms, put them together in Ye Qing's lapel and hid them close to her body, and said seriously: "Young master, don't walk past Yu on the way.
Don’t miss the place of fireworks even in a remote place.”
After the girl finished speaking, she straightened her clothes: "Go early and come back early."
Ye Qing coughed: "I didn't take you with me because of other reasons. You didn't realize it yourself. You have become...didn't you buy a silver dressing mirror the day before yesterday? You can take a look for yourself later."
Creaking - the wooden door was tightly closed, and the sound of footsteps faded away.
Qianqian was stunned for a moment, full of confusion, locked the door, entered the inner room, dug out a silver mirror, and stood on the dressing table, replacing the original bronze mirror in the store.
In the mirror, at first glance, the face looks the same as before, barely beautiful, and the same existence as the ugly duckling in the story of the young master.
Thinking that it was the young master's order, Qian Qian carefully distinguished it. Gradually, she found that her face was still childish, but her eyebrows had a little more charm, and her body was still thin, but had become symmetrical due to a little growth.
The girl in the mirror's doubts turned into seriousness, and her seriousness condensed into silence. The calmness seeped into her body from her brows, and she gradually felt like water.
Qianqian didn't know the word "qiyun", but she remembered that she used to look at Madam and felt like this. She couldn't tell what was beautiful about it, she just knew it was very beautiful.
The young master probably thinks so too!
The girl in the mirror suddenly blushed, became silent, and was about to return to her ugly duckling form.
For a moment, she didn't know whether she wanted to protect or escape, Qianqian put away the silver mirror and hurriedly stuffed it back into her bag.
After doing this, she got into bed and covered her face with her hands. The fever inevitably expanded, spreading to her ears, neck, and even her whole body.
Joy and shame alternated in her heart, and the sixteen-year-old girl chanted: "Qianqian, you are so shameless, so shameless, a bad woman..."
Ye Qing didn't know that he missed an interesting scene and just wandered on the street.
After realizing this, Ye Qing decided to stay here with the attitude of "doing your best and obeying fate", making the best and worst plans at the same time until he met Long Jun or returned home on the 15th day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I no longer had the ambivalent attitude of the past few days, and carefully selected areas where scholars often visited, and even some brothels and houses. This was based on the analysis of Long Jun's favorite literati, and started from probability.
But until sunset, still nothing!
Seeing the sunset, Ye Qing was not discouraged but returned to the restaurant.
It was lunch time, and the first and second floors were full of people. When Ye Qing came back, the waiter knew him and led him up to the third floor attentively.
Ye Qing ordered dishes for himself and Qianqian, and Qianqian sent them to the room. Just as he was about to use them, he heard the waiter step forward again: "Sir, would you like some wine today?"
Ye Qing was only fifteen years old and rarely drank wine, but on a whim, he asked: "What kind of wine do you have?"
"The most famous wine in this building is Huanglong wine. It was not called by this name originally. According to legend, in the ancient Wei Dynasty, there was a real person who often came here to watch the rise and fall of Taiping Lake day and night, and what he drank every time was this wine."
"Later, a real person rode a dragon into the lake and achieved enlightenment. The wine was called Huanglong wine by the local people. After three thousand years, the recipe of this wine has been passed down to this day."
Ye Qing listened with rapt attention and nodded: "It's a good story, give me a pot."
When he heard about the previous pot, the waiter was a little hesitant. He looked at the shopkeeper and nodded before getting ready to get it.
At this moment, the person on the opposite table smiled. He was a scholar. He raised his glass to pay tribute to Ye Qing and said with a smile: "Who is the real person in this legend? He is the Dragon Lord of this lake. Common people don't know. As for this Huanglong wine, these eight
Baili Taiping Lake is alive with dragons. Which hotel along the lake wouldn’t agree with that?”
"This person must have been to several famous restaurants nearby. Not to mention Huanglong wine, there are also Longjun wine and Huyan wine. I have tried them all, but there is nothing special. I think they are just fakes!"
The waiter who was just about to get the wine turned dark after hearing this and said in dissatisfaction: "This guest is a scholar. You can read the county annals. Who doesn't know that Huanglong Tower has been inherited for thousands of years and was destroyed twice by war, but its original location is here."
Why is it so arrogant here?"
Hearing this, an old man said slowly: "This makes sense. I have lived here for forty years. At that time, Du Ming Mansion had just come into power. Taiping County was not as prosperous as it is now. The eight-story Taiping Tower in the east of the city.
The Junshan Tower built near the water on the island in the middle of the lake was never built."
"That's right, I don't know if you are a foreigner, but this building is not very gorgeous, but it is indeed authentic and was truly built on the original site!"
Seeing that the scholar was a little embarrassed, the waiter was satisfied but had no reason to force the guests, so he went to get the wine and greeted others to avoid the embarrassment.
When the wine was served, Ye Qing raised his glass in reply to the scholar across from him, but was ignored. He immediately smiled and started drinking.
Just after taking a sip, I heard a steady voice: "Man, it's the same as usual."
"A jar of Huanglong wine, four-color side dishes, and special snacks, Mr. Jia, the shopkeeper has specially reserved an ancient Wei style box near the lake for you..."
Ye Qing was startled. He saw the rustling autumn wind, reflecting the clouds, the green air filling the air calmly, and the faint sound of water flowing past in front of him, grand and quiet.
Ye Qing shuddered, and when he looked back, he saw that he was just an ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing green clothes, and there was nothing unusual about him at all.
Thousands of thoughts went through my mind in an instant, and I asked: "Man, how much does this wine cost?"
"Master Ye, our store has always been honest. Huanglong wine is brewed for three years and is worth three taels of snowflake silver per pot. However, the boss has ordered that you use wine, food and accommodation at no cost."
Ye Qing was surprised and said: "Although the boss is generous, a pot of three taels of snowflake silver is really too expensive. I'm afraid it will cost five taels for this dish?"
The waiter agreed and added: "The boss said that you wrote three poems to make my building shine. This small amount of expenses can still be supported."
Ye Qing hurriedly resigned and wanted to take out the money: "I can pay for my usual accommodation, but I can't do this."
When he was declining, the middle-aged man surnamed Jia glanced at Ye Qing, but smiled: "Oh, is it the author of the three poems? That's all, there are only three walls with four walls. If he writes another poem and completes it, I will give it to him."
This price."
And the people around him immediately responded with a roar, saying: "This gentleman is absolutely right. If you write another poem, we will take care of the banquet."
Ye Qing thought for a while, stood up and bowed, saying: "That's all, let me think about it!"
As he said that, he walked around among the elegant seats on the third floor and looked outside the building.
There are dots of white sails on the lake, and the blue water and mist are vast. It is sunset, the setting sun is shining on the sandbar, and a row of egrets rise leisurely and fly together with the sunset.
This scenery touched his mood and made Ye Qing's thinking clear, and several famous poems appeared before his eyes.
Which one to choose?
It's really embarrassing.
"Brother, this is Ye Qing, but I'm short of ideas now? Why don't you have a few drinks to improve your literary spirit?" At this time, where did the original hostility of the scholar come from, he was clearly helping but actually demeaning, and he held the wine glass and offered it to him.
"Haha, thank you for your kind words, brother." Ye Qing took it seriously, drank Huanglong wine in one gulp, and shouted to the shopkeeper in high spirits: "Here comes the pen!"
The shopkeeper quickly ordered the waiter to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Ye Qing made up his mind, started to sharpen his ink, and took up the pen.
Everyone saw the interesting thing and gathered around him.
The literary style of this place is flourishing. Not everyone can compose poems, but they can recite two poems and tell the difference between good and bad.
Those who came later could only tiptoe, and those who came later could only shout outside the crowd: "Read it out and listen! Let's also comment on it."
In the crowd, the scholar just read out loud: "The ancients have gone on the Yellow Dragon!"
This sentence echoed the history of this building, and the tone of the paper was just normal. The second sentence came out in an instant: "There is no Huanglong Tower here."
Some people frowned, while the middle-aged man listened carefully with a noncommittal expression.
Surprisingly, the scholar who was reading fell silent for a while.
After repeated urging from the outside, someone in the crowd read it for me, but it was a complete couplet: "The yellow dragon will never return, and the clear water will be empty for thousands of years."
At this time, some people had heard the artistic conception and knew why the scholar was silent, and they all whispered: "At this point, this poem is pretty good!"
Someone in the crowd reminded: "Shhh, I'm still writing. I haven't finished writing yet."
It was heard loudly from below: "The Qingchuan is full of rivers and trees, and the grass is luxuriant and the Parrot Island is green."
The shopkeeper was overjoyed, but he raised doubts: "Heyang is the north bank of the river, where is Parrot Island?"
Then someone laughed and said: "The sandbank in front of us has no name. Birds come and go from time to time, including parrots. I must have chosen this name conveniently... As soon as this poem came out, this was Parrot Island."
A steady voice said leisurely: "In the old days of the Wei Dynasty, Huang Xiang, a famous minister, served as the prefect here. He held a banquet for guests on this oasis. Some people presented parrots, so it was called Parrot Island. The latter sandbank was submerged by the lake. Three hundred years ago
It emerged from the water again, so the name was lost in history. I don’t want this person to still remember it.”
Everyone looked at it and it was Mr. Jia, thinking: "I think this is also a learned man."
Everyone had different thoughts in their minds, but no one said a word. They all listened attentively to the voice of the poem: "Where is the hometown at dusk? The smoke on the lake makes people sad."
There was silence, and the ink-stained paper came out. The fonts were euphemistically like dragons and snakes, which had the meaning of smoke and clouds on the paper.
In Ye Qing's own eyes, the poem appeared pure white, gradually turned red, then yellow, and finally settled in a light blue.
The middle-aged man stared at this poem in amazement. The poem's style was enough to move him. Combined with the poetic meaning of tracing past events, it aroused his long thoughts and he couldn't help but ask: "What is the name of this poem?"
Ye Qing added it casually and said: "It's called Huanglong Tower."
At this time, the boss was overjoyed. This is the treasure of the building. With this poem, even if he is not an orthodox Huanglong Tower, he is now. He kept bowing and thanking him: "Master Ye is a great poet. From now on, this building will be called Huanglong."
"Lord, I don't need to pay for the wine, and there is no need for Mr. Jia to pay for it. Please sit down, and the shop will prepare a small amount of wine."
At this point, he also said loudly: "As long as our store does not close down, Mr. Ye will come for free!"
Everyone praised it and said, "This is how it should be!"
Ye Qing just smiled and said nothing, and bowed deeply to the middle-aged man: "I would like to thank Mr. Jia for your help."
The middle-aged man came to his senses with a sigh of relief, looked at him meaningfully, and said lightly: "My little friend is really thoughtful!"