Early the next morning, Sun Ran was woken up by Xiaoqing.
Opening his eyes, he saw Xiaoqing dressing herself up as a maid, holding a plate of water, standing in front of the bed, and said respectfully: "Master, get up."
"Young... Young Master?" Sun Ran was confused: "What's going on?"
"I have decided that from now on, I will change my name to Xiaolu, and I will be your sword-wielding slave."
"Sword servant?" Sun Ran didn't react for a moment.
"That's right!" Xiaoqing put the water dish on the wooden table in front of the bed, picked up the sword in front of the bed and held it in her arms. She said with a smile: "Those children from wealthy families always bring a sword to show off when they go out, and they also have to
There is a person who holds the sword specifically so that you can go out with style. From now on, I will hold the sword specifically for you."
"But you are a saboteur... Okay, okay, don't look at me like that. I'll just give you an identity. If you want to follow, just follow." Sun Ran agreed.
In Chang'an City, if you want to enter the upper class society, you must have basic style, otherwise you will be in a lot of trouble.
Thinking of style, Sun Ran had never paid attention to it before. Now he wanted to become famous, but he had to be careful about his image.
In any era, if you want to be stylish, you need money to support it.
He took the luggage placed on the inside of the bed, took out the money bag and counted it: there were ten ounces of copper coins, one thousand coins, and a few taels of broken silver, about six taels. In a small place, this money could last more than a year.
, but in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty... it was only enough for one month.
The so-called "living in Chang'an is not easy" is not groundless. Let's just say that Laifu Inn is very luxurious and luxurious, equivalent to a modern five-star hotel. Yao Fu paid him thirty taels of silver in advance for one month's room fee.
, it’s really ridiculously expensive.
The current amount of money is enough for a month, but if you want to look decent...it's basically useless.
"Are you out of money?" Xiaoqing laughed.
"I was born into a wealthy family. My father was just a county lieutenant. He was an honest official. He gave me fifteen taels of silver before I came here, and I have spent most of it. It seems I can only make do with it." Since he had no money, Sun Ran
I lost my mind.
Xiao Qing smiled and said: "You told me the way to enter the imperial city last night, and I have already asked you about it. The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Mr. He is going to hold a poetry meeting at Wenxiang Tower in the north of the city tomorrow night. As long as it's
Scholars, if you bring a poem that you are proud of, you can sit at the table. If the poem is valued, you can enter the third floor of Wenxiang Building and drink with the adults."
"Master He, who is it again?"
"He Jizhen, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, the number one scholar in Yimo Branch in the first year of Zhengsheng, has a good reputation in the literary world. How do you like it? Are you going?"
"Of course I want to go." Sun Ran smiled.
Xiaoqing nodded, took a package from the desk in front of the window, opened it, and found a lot of broken silver and more than thirty copper coins. He lowered his voice and explained: "I went to the bank of a wealthy family in the city to borrow it last night.
. Not much. The Five Ghosts transportation method I use, others will not check it. It can’t be found either. Don’t worry about using it!”
Sun Ran was stunned and smiled: "You, you, you. Well, in that case, let's go get some outfits today."
The two had breakfast, Sun Ran got Xiaoqing the identity of an ordinary player, and then went to the market to arm himself.
First, go to the horse market. Buy... No, I can't afford it. I rent two bay-red horses. Then I go to Jinyi Lane. Sun Ran buys a white brocade gauze robe. The original black belt inlaid with jade was replaced, and it cost thirty days to buy a new one.
One stick, the appearance is basically the same as the original one, the only difference is
The jade inlaid with it is much more valuable. Like modern watches, this piece of jade has no big function. It is just a symbol of family wealth. As a sword servant, Xiaoqing naturally puts on colorful brocade clothes, and after dressing up a little, she looks like
Just like the person in the painting.
After getting the brocade clothes out, I went to the weapon shop again. The sword cannot be replaced. After years of contemplation and refining, this sword is no longer ordinary iron. It has spirituality and is equivalent to a magic weapon. But the scabbard must be replaced. Otherwise, Xiao Qing, a jade expert like Xiao Qing, must be replaced.
It is unreasonable for a person to hold a sword with a rough cowhide sheath.
So he changed it to a jade-inlaid scabbard, and wrapped gold thread around the hilt, so the sword became more gorgeous.
After dressing up, Xiaoqing took away most of the stolen money. It was already evening when he returned to Laifu Inn. After dinner, he rested in the room.
"Master, will you bring poems with you tomorrow? This "Xia Ke Xing"?" Xiao Qing asked.
Sun Ran shook his head: "No. Although this poem is heroic, it is too murderous. Along the way, most of the scholars I met do not practice martial arts, so don't scare them. I will write another one."
"Write it now?"
"I have no inspiration to write now and can't write anything. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Sun Ran said casually, turning over on the inn bed. After a while, his breathing became quieter and he fell asleep.
Xiaoqing shook her head and fell asleep leaning on the edge of the bed.
A night of silence.
The next morning, Xiao Qing saw that Sun Ran was still looking casual. He was secretly anxious and urged: "Master, do you have a poem in your heart?"
Now she is Sun Ran's maid and a player, so she has to be careful to speak in an ancient style. If she is going to show Taoism or something, Xiaoqing will definitely not worry, but writing poetry... this thing is very suspenseful.
Sun Ran shook his head: "No feeling, no poetry."
"What should I do?"
"Articles are made by nature, and can be found by chance. There is no point in hurrying." Sun Ran smiled, leaned on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it slowly.
Seeing his appearance, Xiao Qing felt that her worries were in vain, and said angrily: "You, the emperor, are not in a hurry, why should I, the eunuch, be in a hurry? I deserve not to see Master He by then."
Sun Ran opened the novel collection again and waited at the inn until five o'clock in the afternoon. Then he put down the book, stood up and stretched: "The time has come, let's start walking."
….
Wenxiang Tower.
He Jizhen was born in the top 100, had a golden reputation, and was a senior official. He wanted to hold a poetry party to make friends with his poems, which would naturally give him face among the scholars studying in Chang'an.
Before the time came, scholars were coming one after another. They were all young people, riding carriages, riding donkeys, or walking. By about five o'clock in the afternoon, a large group of people had gathered outside Wenxiang Building.
Number, at least hundreds of digits.
Suddenly, an uproar came from the crowd: "Look, look, Wang Mojie is here."
Everyone stepped aside and saw a scholar in Tsing Yi walking in, holding a folding fan in his hand and smiling, greeting a familiar scholar nearby.
Wang Mojie, Mojie is his surname, and his single name is the word Wei, which is Wang Wei. Like Li Bai, he also traveled to Beijing to study and prepare for scientific examinations. At this time, he had already gained some fame.
Shortly after Wang Wei, someone else exclaimed: "Look, look, Master He is here. Look, the person next to him is Meng Xiangyang."
Meng Xiangyang is nearly forty years old. Xiangyang is just his place of origin. His surname is Meng and his name is Haoran. Although he is older, his reputation is also great.
After a while, several more famous scholars appeared, including Wang Shaobo, Cui Hao, etc. They were all still young, but they were all famous poets.
He Zhizhang went up to the third floor of Wenxiang Building, and there were already four people sitting beside him, namely Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Wang Shaobo, and Cui Hao. These people all knew each other, and the poems were not named, so there was no need to send recommended poems.
Naturally, there were scholars downstairs who wanted to come up, so poems kept coming up for He Jizhen to read.
He Jizhen didn't read the poem first, put his hands in a circle, and said with a smile: "You are all famous people. I don't care about anything else today, I just discuss things. He is not able to judge, how about you all come together?"
"That's right." Several people nodded.
He Jizhen said to the beautiful maid beside him: "Take it and read it one by one."
The beautiful maid did as she was told, and her voice was soft and fresh. When she read this poem, it was like the spring breeze surrounding her ears, which was very comfortable.
But after reading more than a dozen poems, everyone present shook their heads.
"They are all mediocre works."
“Just average.”
"It is indeed true, but it is too general to say so. Please write down your comments and send this poem back, so that the scholar who submitted the poem can be convinced."
"That's right." Everyone laughed.
Slowly, the poems were handed over slowly. Half an hour passed, and no new works were handed in. All the scholars realized the difficulty of entering the third floor, and even if they had some works, they did not dare to show off.
After the wine was half drunk, He Jizhen said: "Everyone, it's not interesting for us to drink like this. Since it is a poetry meeting, it is natural to accompany it with poetry."
"Exactly." Everyone agreed and began to recite poems and write poems, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.
In Wenxiang Building, all the scholars make friends through literature. Some recite poems loudly, some recite them madly, and some savor them carefully. The atmosphere is extremely lively.
At 6:30 in the evening, Sun Ran and Xiao Qing finally arrived.
"Master, your horse skills are really bad." Xiao Qing complained in a low voice. Along the way, the horse was frightened several times, kicked several shops on the roadside, and paid twenty pounds in compensation. It took an hour and a half to arrive.
The head of the land.
Sun Ran wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I will practice hard in the future."
After that, he dismounted, handed the reins to the restaurant boy who came up to him, and said, "It looks very lively inside, let's go in now."
"Are there any poems now?"
"No. I was riding a horse just now, and Shi Quan was scared away. Let me drink a few sips of wine to calm down the shock."
