Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Aunt Hu may be in her twenties this year. This is still a youthful and beautiful age in later generations, but in the Tang Dynasty, it was almost an old man. After all, during the Tang Dynasty, people's average life expectancy was only 30 to 40 years old, and people in their twenties were considered half of their lives.

With her chubby waist, she said loudly: "Please, Miss Xiuxiu!" As soon as the words fell, a woman surrounded by four young maids suddenly appeared on the small attic above. The woman was tall and slender, with fair skin, she looked like she had put on some powder, and she seemed to be quite pretty from a distance.

This Xiuxiu girl may be the most sought after number one in Zuichunlou. As soon as she appeared, the so-called talented scholars below applauded and cheered, and the hall became very lively for a while. In a trance, Li Xin even felt that he had returned to a place like a bar in later generations, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"It seems that this Xiuxiu girl is very suitable for His Royal Highness King Chu. His Highness smiled happily when he saw her." Chen Youlan's voice came from next to his ear, "Does Your Highness think she is pretty?"

Li Xin laughed, and deliberately said: "To be honest, I think she looks average, but she should be much, much prettier than your sister!"

When Chen Youlan heard this, her expression paused, and she immediately tightened the cup in her hand, even her fingernails turned white. She had to be extremely careful to control herself not to splash this cup of tea on Li Xin's face.

Xiao Ling looked strangely at the side, secretly glanced at the girl Xiuxiu on the attic, and said to herself: "How can this kind of woman be compared with Miss? Miss is the prettiest, um, the prettiest .”

Qin Huaiyu shook his head helplessly, making up his mind not to get involved in the grievances between Li Xin and Chen Zijin.

In the middle of the lobby, Aunt Hu continued: "Today's rules are very simple. Miss Xiuxiu will throw a hydrangea on the attic later, and the son who catches the hydrangea will compose a Qixi Festival poem. If he can't do it, he will be fined three times with wine Then, give the hydrangea to a close friend and ask him to compose a poem. If this friend can’t write a poem, he will also be fined three cups of wine, and then give the hydrangea to others around him until Until someone makes a complete poem.

Miss Xiuxiu can throw the hydrangea ten times in total. The rules are the same every time. In the end, all the scholars present will select the best poem among the ten poems, which will be the leader tonight. Not only will they get a prize of 50 strings, but they can also spend a good night with Miss Xiuxiu! "

As soon as the words "spend a good night together" came out, the birds and beasts present, oh no, the literati once again burst into cheers that men could understand in seconds.

Li Xin couldn't help being speechless, secretly thinking that the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty was so open. But after hearing what Qin Huaiyu said, he realized that this so-called good night together was not what he imagined, it was just being alone with Miss Xiuxiu, drinking a little wine, playing small games like Go, until It's just dawn.

Qin Huaiyu saw that Li Xin was thinking wrongly, and laughed and scolded: "Ms. Xiuxiu has always been an upright lady who sells her skills but not her body. She is not as dirty as you think."

Li Xin rolled his eyes and said, "Why do you look so familiar, I'm afraid there are quite a few people here in Zuichunlou?"

Qin Huaiyu nodded, not shying away. To the vast majority of men in the Tang Dynasty, visiting Zuichunlou, a half-brothel and half-restaurant place, is not a shameful thing that cannot be seen.

Soon, the girl Xiuxiu in the attic has already started throwing her first hydrangea.

A few pieces of silk were sewn onto the sphere made of bamboo as decoration, and it flew up in mid-air, looking a bit like a huge butterfly, which was very beautiful.

The scholars below are vying for each other, squeezing back and forth on the seats, no one is willing to show weakness, everyone wants to write a convincing poem, and then spend a good night with Miss Xiuxiu, if Miss Xiuxiu can If you are impressed by your own great charm and recommend yourself a pillow seat, it will be even more perfect!

Well, since ancient times, scholars have been the group of people who love and want to fart the most. This may explain why the strange theorem that beautiful female ghosts always fall in love with scholars - after all, the story is written by the scholar himself, whoever he wants the female ghost to love, the female ghost has to love.

Li Xin was well aware of the psychology of these male animals, so he silently took a sip of tea and shook his head lightly.

Chen Youlan glanced at him next to him and asked, "What if neither of us received the hydrangea today?" The private seat they were in seemed to be in a bad location, and it was not easy to get the hydrangea.

Li Xin unhurriedly took out two silver pancakes from the money bag at his waist, and said, "Give me the money, and just buy the hydrangea in other people's hands?"

Chen Youlan was stunned, and immediately rolled her eyes and said, "vulgar." Indeed, composing poems and throwing hydrangea is an elegant game, and using money to break the rules is a bit too unpleasant.

But there's no denying it: it works.

Li Xin spread his hands and said with his eyes: "Otherwise, what else can I do?"

The first hydrangea fell into the hands of an old Confucian scholar who looked about forty or fifty years old. Li Xin looked at this man's gray hair, and couldn't help but slander: "You are so old, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to walk, but you still come to join in the fun, you are really old-hearted."

The old Confucian scholar cleared his throat, grabbed the pen and paper respectfully handed over by the maid in Zuichunlou, and recited his poem while writing.

Li Xin listened carefully for the purpose of understanding the opponent's level—oh, what the hell. Obscure and empty, it can be said to be a bad poem, which is not much better than the later Emperor Qianlong who made "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces".

After the old Confucian scholar finished writing, he seemed to be quite satisfied with his affairs, drank a large glass of wine happily, and his appearance and movements were very chic. The scholars present didn't know whether they wanted to coax or really thought the poem was not bad, so they all applauded, and then urged the girl Xiuxiu on the attic to quickly throw the second hydrangea.

The maid hung the poems written by the old Confucian scholars on a wall in the center of the lobby so that everyone could see them clearly. When Xiuxiu saw this in the attic, she raised the second hydrangea and threw it down.

The scholars looted again. In the confusion, who knows who patted the hydrangea, it flew over and landed in Chen Youlan's arms. Seeing this scene, the maid who was ready with a pen and paper immediately ran over quickly and stood by, waiting for Chen Youlan's choice, whether he wanted to drink or compose poetry.

Chen Youlan smiled slightly, glanced at Li Xin, and said: "It seems that I am lucky. Then I will not be polite." After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand, took the pen and paper from the hand of the maid, flattened it on the table, and started write up.