Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

The three continued to walk forward, the crowd was crowded, and all kinds of playful sounds kept ringing in his ears.

For a moment, Liu Xuan suddenly realized one thing, that life is full of pleasure and pleasure.

No wonder Cheng Yaojin always grumbled when he was drunk last time, saying that there were too many people in Pingkangfang and it was hard to squeeze.

Tonight's poetry meeting was held in Fengyue Tower in the center of Pingkangfang. The moment Liu Xuan saw Fengyue Tower, he thought of a word: skyscraper... attic.

Chang'an buildings have standards, and tall buildings cannot exceed the regulations.

In Pingkangfang, all kinds of attics stand in a row, but none of them exceed two floors.

Fengyue Tower cannot violate the regulations of Tang Dynasty, but Fengyue Tower... is really big.

It is square and stands in the center of Pingkangfang. At a glance, it is estimated that it is the same size as six or seven other attics.

Outside Fengyue Tower, there are maids everywhere and countless servants. Outside the main gate, there is a river, which is artificially dug and connects to one of the five canals in Chang'an.

There is a stone bridge across the river.

If you want to enter the door, you have to cross the stone bridge.

People who look like scholars cross the stone bridge one by one, take out something that looks like an invitation from their sleeves, show it to the servant outside the door, and then they can enter.

Seeing this scene, Liu Xuan asked: "Miss Li, do you have an invitation?"

Li Lizhi was stunned: "Do you still need an invitation?"

Li Hui scratched her head: "I don't know, it seems that we didn't need it when we came to the poetry meeting in previous years."

Li Shu frowned, and then said carelessly: "Don't worry, if we don't have an invitation today, we will break in! They dare not do anything to us!"

Liu Xuan was stunned. As expected of Li Shimin's daughter, it is obvious that she is born without martial ethics.

"This is a place where literati gather, Li Shu, you are so reckless, it's not okay."

Li Lizhi shook her head and sighed. Although the three of them were princesses, they lived in the deep palace for a long time and knew nothing about many things in the folk.

Such a golden autumn poetry gathering is an annual event for scholars in Chang'an, and naturally there is a screening of the people who can enter.

Just when Li Lizhi was anxious, her eyes caught a figure.

The man got off the carriage, his cheeks were slightly red, his steps were weak, and there were two women supporting him. Who else could it be but Chang Sun Chong?

As soon as she saw the two frivolous women, a trace of disgust flashed in the corner of Li Lizhi's eyes.

On ordinary days, she would naturally not want to have any social interaction with Chang Sun Chong, but today, she wanted to enter this Fengyue Tower for Liu Xuan...

"Cousin!"

Li Lizhi's voice sounded, and Li Shu and Li Hui also noticed Chang Sun Chong who had just got off the carriage.

It's not that they have to pay attention, but mainly because Chang Sun Chong is too high-profile.

The carriage was across the road and directly hit the bridge head. The two women around him were thinly dressed and not afraid of the cold. Their snow-white skin was like white jade in the cold wind, looming.

The scholars standing by gnashed their teeth and had nosebleeds.

Changsun Chong was drunk and had just finished a drink. Naturally, he looked extremely proud. Tonight, he was ready to shine at this poetry gathering.

Suddenly, he was stopped by his cousin, and his heart skipped a beat.

Turning his head, it was indeed Li Lizhi.

Changsun Chong's originally limp body immediately stood up, and the frivolous look on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by a serious face, and hated evil.

If it weren't for the scene where he indulged in sensual pleasures just now, anyone would think that this man was upright, upright, and unworldly, and not close to women.

Pushing away the woman who was supporting him, Changsun Chong stood up straight: "Go away, where did you come from, you vulgar woman, why are you leaning on me?"

Both women were stunned, and they were frightened and stood there, at a loss.

"Sir, we..."

"What's wrong with you? Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are pretty!"

Chang Sun Chong said sternly, and his disobedient look instantly disgusted Li Lizhi.

"Who put you in my carriage?"

"Who? How could you be so mean!"

Chang Sun Chong's voice became anxious.

It's not that he was anxious, but mainly because Chang Sun Wuji and the current emperor seemed to be about to decide on his marriage. His wife might be the figure not far away, the Tang Changle Princess, Li Lizhi.

Li Lizhi walked over slowly with a smile on her face as if she didn't see the two prostitutes.

"Cousin, are you here to see the poetry meeting?"

"Hey, cousin, how can you say I'm here to see it?" Chang Sun Chong stroked his chin, and then he realized that he didn't have a beard, and smiled awkwardly: "I'm here to participate in the poetry meeting."

"In previous years, I saw scholars all over the world competing with each other, and all kinds of poems and essays emerged one after another. I studied poetry and books hard and devoted myself to research. This year, I will definitely take the lead!"

Chang Sun Chong's appearance made the people around him look confused.

The two women kneeling on the ground lowered their heads again and again, not daring to say a word.

"Cousin, are you coming too?"

"Uh, no, I came here with Li Shu and Li Hui today. By the way, cousin, can you get me a few invitations? I have..."

Li Lizhi smiled like a flower: "Six people."

Chang Sun Chong was stunned, six people?

When he looked up, he saw Liu Xuan.

For a moment, Chang Sun Chong felt as if he had horns on his head, and his chest rose and fell like a bull.

"He's going too? A mere cook?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Chang Sun Chong laughed wildly: "Cousin, don't be fooled by some people. You are just a cook, but you have to pretend to be a scholar."

Li Lizhi was obviously angry: "Everyone can watch the poetry ceremony. You and I can watch it, and so can Liu Xuan, Yaya and Da Zhuang."

"Cousin, just tell me whether to give it to you or not, don't say too much!"

"Give it to me!" Chang Sun Chong stood up immediately.

With a wave of his hand, the servants behind him took out a stack of invitations from the carriage. In an instant, the people around him gasped.

The invitations to the Golden Autumn Poetry Festival, which were regarded as treasures by the scholars in Chang'an, were like dust in this man's eyes. He grabbed a handful of them. Some people even saw that many of this man's invitations were used to pad the table legs.

Scholars have to save face, and their faces became even more angry.

Li Lizhi took the invitations without looking back, with anger on her face.

Such a person, my father and mother actually let me marry him? I would rather hang myself than marry such a person.

If you want to marry someone, you have to marry someone like Liu Xuan... a handsome man!

Chang Sun Chong was about to speak when he was left alone: ​​"Cousin, this..."

"Liu Xuan, it's Liu Xuan again, hehe..."

...

In the palace, Li Shimin was tidying up his clothes: "No one should be able to recognize me if I wear this?"

Empress Chang Sun smiled with her hands covering her mouth: "Your Majesty, you are so majestic that no matter what you wear, you are so majestic that ordinary people can recognize you."

Li Shimin twisted his mouth: "That won't do. If I go to that kind of place and get recognized, it will be meaningless."

"Tonight, let's play the role of Mr. Li Gang's disciple."

While speaking, the old man in the imperial study trembled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were a little hesitant, as if to say: I don't have a disciple like you.