Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

When Li Shimin was speaking, Fang Xuanling beside him did not have much fluctuation.

After all, His Majesty has always been like this. When he is in the mood, he is bold and daring.

Li Gang showed incomprehension many times, especially when Li Shimin said that he pretended to be Li Gang's disciple.

In Li Gang's words, your blood is a bit mixed, and you are not suitable to be my disciple.

After a while, Li Shimin's dress became normal, and Fang Xuanling also became normal.

Normal, indeed like an older scholar.

Li Gang sighed: "Your Majesty, do you have to do this?"

Li Shimin calmed down: "Mr. Li Gang, you don't know that wherever I go, everyone kneels down. The Golden Autumn Poetry Festival, which is obviously a good event, has become a song of praise. It's boring."

"I and Prime Minister Fang will pretend to be your disciples. Then we can see the truest side of the poetry festival. Why not?"

After Li Shimin finished speaking, he suddenly looked forward to it: "I heard that many amazing young people emerged in last year's poetry festival. This year's poetry festival will definitely be more exciting."

Li Gang nodded, maybe.

...

The poetry festival was on the second floor of Fengyue Tower. After Liu Xuan and others entered Fengyue Tower, they were taken to the second floor and took their seats.

It's said that they took their seats, but in fact, there were rows of neatly arranged small tables, on which people would occasionally offer wine, fruits, preserved fruits, cakes and other things.

Liu Xuan and Li Lizhi hid in the back and did not go forward. After all, when everyone sat down, everyone could see clearly what was going on in front.

When Changsun rushed in, he went straight to the first row, sat there eating fruit and picking his teeth, and two prostitutes kept pounding his legs, looking as majestic as he could be.

There were too many kinds of scum at the corners of Yaya's mouth, and Liu Xuan couldn't help it, so he wiped it for Yaya.

Although Liu Xuan also knew that the scum would be all over Yaya's mouth again in a short while.

"Yaya, you are already a big child, you have to learn to wipe your mouth corners by yourself."

Yaya pouted her lips immediately after hearing Liu Xuan's words, tears welled up: "Aye, don't you want Yaya?"

Liu Xuan said seriously: "Impossible, how could you not want Yaya?"

"It's just that Aye has important things to do."

The moisture in Yaya's eyes disappeared immediately, and the corners of her mouth quickly turned from downward to upward: "Aye, what are you going to do? Are you going to fight the big bad wolf?"

Liu Xuan smiled without saying a word: "You eat first."

At this time, no one was sitting in the middle of the poetry meeting. Logically, those three seats should be occupied by people of extremely high status.

Li Lizhi was peeling pears for Liu Xuan, while Li Hui was preparing something with her head down.

Li Shu was looking at her nose and her heart, but she seemed to be muttering something.

Occasionally, you could hear "join the army, frontier fortress..."

The cold wind blew through the streets of Pingkangfang, and the people watching the excitement on the roadside and the vendors who wanted to make a little money today wrapped their clothes tightly.

In Fengyue Tower, it was warm as spring.

Changsun Chong was sitting there, and people kept coming up to greet him and toast him. Is this the feeling of power?

Suddenly, the restlessness of the crowd became quiet.

"He's coming, he's coming!"

"Who?"

"Lu Lingyun from the Lu family of Fanyang!"

"Hiss... is that the first place in the poetry meeting last year, the king of poetry?"

"That's right! Look at him, his face is as white as jade, his demeanor is elegant, and he is handsome. No wonder he can write such a good poem. A poem about asking the king's thoughts, his skills surpass all the heroes. Last year, I was also considered to have performed exceptionally well, but I am still not as good as him."

The scholars talked about it one by one, but where Lu Lingyun passed by, the discussion would subside.

This is a proud person, as proud as a big rooster.

Liu Xuan even felt that this person must be a fighting cock with a red hat on his head.

"Is this the king of poetry last year?" Li Hui asked cautiously.

Last year, she hid behind and didn't see anything clearly, and it was over.

"Uh, it should be the king... right..." Li Lizhi didn't know if it was this person.

Li Shu narrowed her eyes and subconsciously touched her waist, and then realized that she was thinking too much, and she didn't bring a knife when she went out today.

With an awkward smile on his face, it seems that when he meets a powerful person, no matter how powerful he is, he always wants to draw his sword to compete with him.

This is a bad habit.

Yaya pointed at Lu Lingyun and said, "Aye, he is so short!"

Liu Xuan just wanted to hold Yaya's mouth, but it was too late.

The voice of a child is very obvious to the crowd of adults.

Just when Yaya was about to cry, Liu Xuan shut her up in time. Now, without paying attention, Yaya has already cried out.

Suddenly, the whole poetry meeting was silent.

Yaya seemed to feel something, and tremblingly climbed from the couch to the back of Liu Xuan.

The scholars stared with their eyes wide open, looking around for the voice of the voice. After a long time, they finally stopped the little girl with a long hair bun behind Liu Xuan.

In the middle of the poetry meeting, Lu Lingyun suddenly stopped, the muscles on his face twitched violently, and his face flushed.

Lu Lingyun is a talented writer among the younger generation of the Fanyang Lu family. He is a representative figure among the younger generation, with amazing talent and no one in the world can match him.

For several consecutive years, he has been quite famous in poetry gatherings.

There are even rumors that Lu Lingyun did not come out on top in the past few years because he didn't want to think that those who came out on top were all descendants of aristocratic families, and they were just giving each other face.

A man of such profound talent and learning is also a proud man.

Lu Lingyun slowly turned around, his eyes already filled with a hint of forbearance and anger.

He can tolerate others saying that he is not good at learning. After all, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Competing for superiority requires hard power.

The only person who said he was short... he couldn't bear it.

Once in a brothel, there was a singer who was expected to become a courtesan in the capital, but her eyes wandered for a moment, which seemed to mean that Lu Lingyun was short. From then on, no one saw that singer again, even though she was indeed as beautiful as a flower. , even if she does have some talents, it is rare among brothels.

I heard that the singer was made into a wax figure.

Lu Lingyun turned around and looked angrily at the little girl who stuck her head out, trembling with anger.

At this moment, Changsun Chong couldn't help but mutter: "Who is so honest and doesn't know how to lie?"

Yaya instinctively felt the threat. Looking at the knife-like eyes, Yaya tightened her grip on Liu Xuan's clothes.

"Who has the guts to speak out, but doesn't have the guts to stand up?"

Lu Lingyun's voice seemed to come from his back molars.

No one dared to say anything.

Liu Xuan touched Yaya's head: "Don't be afraid, Tong Yanwuji."

Da Zhuang, who was eating mung bean cake on the side, stood up slowly: "Little dwarf, what did you just say? I couldn't hear you."