He Has a Dragon

The tall city walls filled with the atmosphere of time stretch to the left and right, disappearing directly into the darkness of the night with no end in sight.

As the capital of the Aolai Kingdom, one can imagine the prosperity of the Imperial City. Even though it was getting late, there was still an endless flow of people entering and exiting the city gate.

Wang Le followed the flow of people and entered the city from the east gate smoothly.

Although it was a foreign land, Wang Le felt extremely strange, but at a glance, people's clothing was not much different from that in the martial arts world.

To be more precise, the clothing of the residents in front of them and even the pavilions and buildings in the city are somewhat similar to the Chinese Wei and Jin styles.

The style of the martial arts world is more like that of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

All in all, Wang Le did not feel unaccustomed to being in it, but instead looked around with interest.

Unknowingly, Wang Le, who was walking along the street, came to Yongchang Street, the most prosperous street in the east city of Yujing City.

At the beginning of the lanterns, pedestrians are everywhere, with Yongchang Street as the branch, and the streets and alleys stretch to all parts of the East City.

There are rows of buildings on both sides of these streets and alleys, and there are countless teahouses and restaurants. They are so lively and lively, all showing the prosperity of the imperial capital, which is worthy of being the capital of a country.

Of course, no matter how prosperous the imperial capital is, it cannot be compared with the capital city of Burial Emperor Star China.

After all, it is a very large city with a population of tens of millions.

No matter how prosperous the imperial city in front of us is, it can only accommodate a population of over one million at most. Even compared with Wang Le's hometown of Feicheng, it is still slightly inferior.

They come, the security. Wang Le did not immediately go to find the Yunhu Imperial Master. Instead, after asking some questions from passers-by, he came to Wenkui Restaurant, the best restaurant in the entire East City located on Yongchang Street!

Wang Le has always eaten wherever he goes. Now that he has come to the Royal Capital of Aolai Kingdom, he will certainly not miss the delicious food here.

What's more, only in restaurants and tea shops where three religions and nine streams gather, can more useful information be collected and learned.

Knowing oneself and knowing the enemy is enough to win a hundred battles. At any time, Wang Le will use all his strength to fight a lion against a rabbit, and will not underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

Getting back to the topic, Wang Le couldn't help but reveal a wry smile when he arrived in front of Wenkui Tower.

"It's really a penny that can't help a heroic man! I can only come to this Wenkui Building to show off my talent and earn a living." Wang Le couldn't help but muttered to himself helplessly.

Wang Le, who had just arrived, never thought about money. It was not until he entered the Imperial City that he realized that he was penniless.

To be more precise, although there are many gold and silver antiques in Fayan space, they are worthless in this Eternal Star.

Through Wang Le's observation, he discovered that the currency circulating here was not paper money, nor gold, silver, or copper, but a metal called dimes.

For a being like Wang Le, getting some money is easy.

It's just that he doesn't bother to do it.

What's more, he didn't come to Yujing City for a long time. He just wanted to know how to get to Middle-earth from the Yunhu Imperial Master.

Just like that, before Wang Le could climb the stairs and enter Wenkui Building, the waiter standing at the door greeted him from a distance.

"Guest sir..."

As soon as the waiter opened his mouth, Wang Le interrupted him and asked, "I heard that as long as you can write a good poem, you can eat and drink for free at your Wenkui Building?"

"Uh!" The boy was stunned for a moment.

I bet this guy wants to eat the king’s meal!

Although he felt a little unhappy, the boy still nodded and admitted honestly: "Yes, our Wenkui Building does have such a rule."

"Oh?" Wang Le touched his chin and smiled: "It seems to be true, but is it up to you, Wen Kui Lou, to judge whether the poem is good or bad?"

The young man shook his head without hesitation and said: "Of course not, but let the guests of Wenkui Building judge."

After a pause, the young man continued with a proud face: "Most of the guests who can spend money in our Wenkui Building are of extraordinary status, and most of them are dignitaries of the imperial court."

At this point, the young man looked Wang Le up and down, and said with suspicion: "As long as you have the ability to write good poems, the guests in the building will naturally be able to tell."

At the end, the young man did not forget to add: "Besides, I, Wenkuilou, will not miss this meal, so don't worry!"

Wang Le touched his nose, climbed up the steps and was about to cross the door to enter Wenkui Building, when he saw the young man said quickly: "Sir, please stay!"

Wang Le paused, looked at the young man with confusion, and asked, "Is it possible that I have to write a poem now to get in?"

The boy nodded matter-of-factly and said, "Yes, if you want to get into Wenkui Tower, if you don't have enough money, you need a good poem."

"Ugh!" Wang Le couldn't help but touch his nose and muttered secretly: "There are so many broken rules. It seems that if you want to have a meal at Wenkuilou, one song is not enough!"

Just when Wang Le was thinking about it, the boy looked at him with a smile and continued: "Since the guest can't pay the money to enter our Wenkui Building, he has to write a poem first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a fat man dressed as a businessman walking out of the building accompanied by two old men with a steady temperament.

When the fat man saw someone blocking the door, he frowned slightly, then looked at the boy and asked, "What's going on?"

The boy quickly and respectfully replied: "Thank you, shopkeeper, this guest doesn't have any money to get into Wenkui Building, so he has to write a poem before he can get in."

"Oh?" The shopkeeper of Wenkuilou was startled, and the two old men next to him also showed a hint of strangeness and looked at Wang Le in unison.

Immediately, the fat shopkeeper of Wenkui Building looked at Wang Le with a smile and asked, "Do you want to use poems to pay for food and drinks?"

Wang Le smiled and nodded: "Yes, I am penniless, but I want to taste the food and drinks in the Imperial City. Then I asked about your Wenkui Tower. As long as you can write good poems, you can get free of food and drinks." "

The fat shopkeeper chuckled and said: "Yes, our Wenkui Building does have such rules, but if you want to come in and eat and drink without spending money, you can't just write a poem casually."

Wang Le shrugged nonchalantly and replied calmly: "I don't have diamonds, and I don't accept porcelain work. Since I'm here, of course I have the confidence."

Seeing Wang Le's confident look, the fat shopkeeper was too lazy to talk nonsense and said with a smile: "Okay, since you have made up your mind, let's show the poem that came in!"

Wang Le blinked and asked, "Aren't you going to give me a question?"

At this time, the fat shopkeeper laughed loudly and said: "Wen Kui Lou has never made it difficult for scholars. The poems that come in are not given titles, and the guests can use them as they please!"

Wang Le couldn't help but touch his nose, then nodded and said: "Then I'll show my disgrace."

After finishing speaking, Wang Le pondered for a few seconds, and then said loudly: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane lining the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky."

Shopkeeper: "..."

Little guy: "..."

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