Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

"Yes, shopkeeper, look at Yaya, she's crying, so you agree, right?"

Liu Xuan took a look and saw that Yaya wasn't crying, but drooling, dripping on the ground.

The maid brought by Liu Mansion smiled and wiped the saliva lightly on the ground to avoid embarrassment.

"Okay, I'll take you there tonight, but I've made a promise that you can't make trouble."

"You can't run around in crowded places, otherwise the big bad wolf will take you away."

Hearing the big bad wolf, Yaya raised her little hand: "Aye, I promise not to run around!"

After Li Lizhi and the other two had enough food and drink, they made an appointment to go to the poetry meeting tonight, and then reluctantly left the Datang Hotel.

Along the way, the three of them held hands and sat in the carriage, but they had different thoughts in their hearts.

Li Shu was straightforward and had decided to write a frontier poem after returning. Yes, a good man wants to become famous. Although Liu Xuan is the owner of the Tang Dynasty Hotel, this is just his means of making a living. He must be a scholar! ✸

He will definitely like the feeling of being passionate and excited.

It's a pity that he didn't persuade her to go to the boat on East Lake.

Li Shu licked the corner of her mouth.

Li Hui was thinking that there would be an opportunity to buy famous paintings and calligraphy at the poetry meeting tonight. The highest bidder would win. She would bring more gold back. Liu Xuan might not like money, but he must like valuable things.

Spending money on someone you like, the emperor and the queen mother shouldn't blame you, right? The mother shouldn't say much, right?

Li Lizhi was uncomfortable. She had been favored since she was a child. No one had ever snatched it from her. All the good things were given to her, but the problem was that Li Shu and Li Hui didn't seem to want to give in.

Could it be that she really wanted to write a poem? I couldn't write it.

How about buying the famous painting in the poetry meeting? No, it's too superficial. Liu Xuan is not the kind of person who values ​​money.

This is a dilemma. How about going to the emperor's treasury?

Thinking of this, Li Lizhi's eyes lit up.

...

When Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang came, it was already noon. They were a little dirty, and it was obvious that they were kicked a few times.

"Were you beaten by your family?"

Liu Xuan certainly understood that one hundred strings of cash was not a small amount. This amount of money could not be stolen, so he could only ask his family for it.

Of course, it might be that these two people were rich and powerful, and one hundred strings of cash was not a small amount, but as long as they found a suitable reason, they could still take it out.

It's just like buying something with a scallion in the future, and asking Lao Wang for a few million, it's a matter of minutes.

Obviously, the reasons they found were not very good, and they were beaten.

"It's okay, it's just some physical pain. Brother Liu's poem cured it directly."

Each of them took out a gold ingot from his pocket.

"Brother Liu, please make sure to show your talent. This is my monthly pocket money."

Luo Wangu's big eyes flickered on his square face, just like a TV screen flickering.

Yang Liufang was much calmer: "Brother Liu, you can't be too smart. If you accidentally get the first place, it's not easy to explain... Hehe..."

Liu Xuan solemnly reminded: "Two, one hundred strings of cash for a poem, are you really willing to spend it?"

Luo Wangu frowned and looked at Liu Xuan: "Brother Liu, if you think it's too little, you can ask us to pay more. One hundred strings of cash is not much, right? People like Brother Liu are hard to find. Luo Wangu feels that he is treating Brother Liu unfairly by spending one hundred strings of cash to make a friend."

He is not good at reading and writing poems, but he is proficient in flattery.

Yang Liufang sighed: "It doesn't matter, Brother Liu, this is just my pocket money for half a month."

Two ingots of gold, either of which is more than ten taels, converted into copper coins of the Tang Dynasty, it must be more than one hundred strings of cash.

Suddenly, when the heavy gold was placed in his hand, Liu Xuan nodded calmly.

"What kind of poems do you want?"

Luo Wangu slapped his forehead: "Oh no, I forgot to buy the topic for tonight."

Yang Liufang looked at Luo Wangu with a smile: "You fool, you buy it every year and get cheated every year. Didn't you find that the topics are all drawn from that wooden box?"

"It's over!" Luo Wangu began to feel uncomfortable. He spent money to buy poems, but he couldn't buy them in vain.

"You two, I heard that the poetry will last for three days?"

"That's right. If you don't win today, you will have more chances to win tomorrow."

As soon as Liu Xuan said this, the two suddenly realized.

"Yes, the ones drawn tonight are what we don't want. We can use them tomorrow!"

Luo Wangu slapped his forehead.

Yang Liufang was silent for a moment: "What if tomorrow doesn't win?"

"Then the day after tomorrow!"

"What if the day after tomorrow doesn't win?"

"Then next year! We can't blame Brother Liu!"

Liu Xuan looked at the two of them and said silently in his heart: Come on!

"Brothers, don't do this!"

"If Liu Xuan's two poems don't win, I'll give them back!"

It's just talk. I'm giving you face, are you really going to give it up? According to Liu Xuan's observation, these two people can't find face among scholars. Now that they have face, you want them to throw it away? Impossible!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Brother Liu underestimated us! Whether we win or not, we two will never give up!"

Liu Xuan thought about it. According to the current season, September has passed, and the Mid-Autumn Festival poems must not be needed.

But tomorrow is the fifteenth day, and poems describing the moon should still be needed, right? If the moon is full tomorrow, even if it is not Mid-Autumn Festival, it is reasonable to estimate the topic of the bright moon on the spot.

Liu Xuan picked up the brush and wrote without thinking: The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground.

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang frowned suddenly. Why, do you feel it is not gorgeous enough?

Look up at the bright moon, look down and think of your hometown.

Boom!

The two felt that it was not gorgeous enough a moment ago, but the moment Liu Xuan finished writing, their heads were buzzing.

Yes, that's the feeling.

"Okay, okay, I want this one. I said that my father likes to get up in the middle of the night to pee when he has nothing to do, and likes to look at the moon outside when he has nothing to do, and misses his hometown. My hometown is on the sandbar."

Liu Xuan saw that the two might argue, and smiled: "Don't panic, there is more."

"Change the title of this one, a frontier poem with the moon."

Liu Xuan smiled and took a deep breath.

The desert sand is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan is like a hook.

When will the golden brain be worn, and walk quickly in the autumn.

These two poems, one is a well-known and household work, spitting out an emotion, resonance.

There are not many Tang people in Chang'an, most of them are from other places.

The other poem is in line with the theme of these empty moon-facing and empty-headed poetry meetings. There have been no wars in recent years, but it does not mean that these scholars want to fight wars and make achievements in their dreams.

The resonance is full.

"Good!"

As soon as I saw these two poems, I seemed to have a bottom line in my heart.

"Now, I, Yang Liufang, can finally vent my anger! I want them to swallow those words back!"

Luo Wangu laughed: "Now, the first idiot in the capital should not be me, right?"