On the first night of the first arrival in Chang'an City, Lu Xin did not sleep well. So when he woke up the next day, it was already noon. Qian Xiaoyue came to knock on the door several times early, but she never responded.

When Lu Xin opened the door and went out, he found that there were more than a dozen dishes placed at the door, but it was already cold. The servants of Qian's mansion were just cleaning up. When they saw Lu Xin, they hurriedly bowed and bowed.

"Your Madam Lu, you finally woke up. The master specifically ordered you to ask the kitchen to cook another meal after you wake up. You can tell the younger one if you have any preferences or avoidance."

"No need, I'm not hungry. Where is your lady? I have something to do with her."

"Miss? She left the mansion early in the morning, and she should be in Yanxianglou, Jing'anfang."

Beyond Qian Mansion is the South Street of West City. A fire last night made the lively trade market extremely deserted. Although the fire on South Street is not serious, the wind blowing from the east still has a strong smell of fireworks and burnt smell.

The entrance to Xishi has been completely blocked by the government officials, and all gates are guarded by heavy troops. Moreover, they are not the yamen runners of Yongzhou Prefecture. Looking at the costumes, they should be the emperor's Yuan Cong Imperial Guard, and some people from Dali Temple. It can be seen that the fire in Xishi has been valued by Emperor Taizong.

After all, the scientific expedition is about to be held. At this critical moment, no matter what accident occurs in the capital, the court will be ridiculed by the people of the world. What's more, the emperor lives in Chang'an City. If the fire burns into the Zhuque Gate, what's wrong?

Lu Xin naturally remembered what happened last night. There was an Onmyoji present, which was absolutely impossible to be an accident. He wanted to find out the truth, but Li Chunfeng had already gone to seclusion, so he had to give up.

After leaving Xicheng, Lu Xin walked south along Zhuque Street. There were still many people in the street market, and the people were talking about the fire in Xicheng last night. Jing'anfang was not too far away, but Lu Xin was not familiar with the roads in Chang'an City, and it took him an entire hour to get there. According to the servants of Qian Mansion, Yanxianglou is located in the largest alley in Jing'anfang. It is the place with the most literati and poets in Chang'an City. It sells paper, ink, pen and inkstone, as well as fine wine and food. Of course, you can also see a large number of beauties.

Lu Xin didn't care much about the servant's words at that time. When he arrived downstairs of Yanxiang Tower, he found that there were red ribbons everywhere on the three-story building in front of him. When people stood far away, they could smell a scent of rouge and powder. Four women in exposed clothes stood at the door, and they welcomed and saw him off, but the smile on their faces had never been gone. This place looked like a brothel.

"How could this girl come to such a place to play?"

He thought to himself that Lu Xin was hesitating whether to go in. At this time, the four women at the door suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Lu Xin and refused to let go.

"Young master is so handsome, but I came to my Yanxianglou to have fun?"

"Hehehehehe, a talented man should have a beautiful woman, and he will not miss the three thousand worries. How about this young master, let me accompany you?"

"Dear sisters, I'll just take a look, just take a look!"

Suddenly being surrounded by such a group of Yanyan Yingying, Lu Xin blushed instantly when he heard the rich rouge smell on his nose. Speaking of which, he was only eleven years old, and he was far from the point of being a good woman.

"Oh, what do you want to see? I have all the inks and fragrant buildings. This floor sells fine wine and delicacies, and delicacies from mountains and seas. This second floor sells pen, ink, paper, ink, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This third floor, hehe... beauties are like fu, singing and dancing are rising to peace. The discipline master, lingering and intoxicating."

"Okay, okay, I'll go to the second floor. Sisters, see you, see you again."

"Please come in, please."

"Mom, who is this? I'm scaring this baby to death."

When Lu Xin entered the door and looked back, he still felt a palpitation. It is said that this woman is like water, but if she is too enthusiastic, it is boiling water.

The first floor of Yanxiang Building is indeed a place for selling fine wine and delicious food. When people enter it, they can immediately smell various fragrances. The first floor is very large, and at a rough look, there are at least thirty sets and chairs. At this time, almost all the seats are full of people. The customers are men of Yishui, both young and old. They either drink or eat vegetables. There are one or two women around everyone. They hug their waists and face their mouths. The scene is very erotic.

Lu Xin looked around and saw Qian Xiaoyue's figure, so he went straight to the second floor. Walking through the two-story rotating stairs, Lu Xin's eyes lit up, as if he had entered another world.

Here, there are calligraphy and paintings everywhere, and every few steps there is a screen. The screen is woven with high-quality silk, with paintings, words on it, and seals. The air is filled with a faint fragrance of ink and the unique fragrance of high-quality wood.

In addition, the entire second floor is divided into four areas. Piano, chess, books, paintings, and each area is filled with a large number of pens, ink, paper, and inkstones. Hundreds of young men are walking back and forth in these areas, either chanting poems, paintings, playing piano, or singing songs... The scene seems messy, but everyone is very regular and the sound is not loud. In addition to the open space, there are independent private rooms on the second floor, which are very soundproof.

Looking at the scenes in front of him, Lu Xin was undoubtedly shocked. This place is simply a paradise for scholars. Compared with the glitter of the market on the first floor, this second floor is a place of purity and elegance.

"Yan Liu stopped fighting at night, stopped bows and roars. The north wind neighed the horse, Hu Shuang and Chessehong... This poem by Yang Su did not have the light of swords, but it wrote about the miserable pain of war, which was intimidating. Fortunately, as peace is coming today, scholars, we no longer have to worry about tragic death under the Hu people's scimitar."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Brother Lu. Are you not afraid of being sued to the government when you read the poems of the generals of the previous dynasty in Chang'an City?"

On the south side of the second floor, there was a bookshelves, and at this time several young people were looking through the books above. Near these people, the area used to practice calligraphy. Of course, every piece of paper used for writing is bought for money.

"Don't worry, the court will not be so stupid under Emperor Taizong's rule. Not to mention that I read Yang Su's poems, what if I read Yang Guang's poems?"

The young man was wearing a white robe with a round necklace, holding a yellowed scroll of paper, raising his head and chest out, and was full of energy. When the people around him saw it, they quickly advised him not to speak out, obviously they were scared.

"I want to tell you, it is better to have Han Fu. Its shape is as graceful as a stunning geese, as gentle as a dragon. The glorious autumn chrysanthemums and lush spring pine. It seems like the light clouds covering the moon, floating like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. I look at it when I look at it, as if it is as bright as a hibiscus, as if it is shining out of the waves. How beautiful and tender! "

"Hmph, no matter how talented Cao Zhi is, he still can't escape the depressed end. He was born in the wrong era and was also a sad person. You guys, now he is the world of the Tang Dynasty. I think the poetry of this dynasty is the best."

Just as several people were arguing, a teenage child suddenly put down his pen and walked from behind the screen to the bookshelf. Because of his short stature, Lu Xin had not noticed this person before.

The child was dressed very simply, wearing a cloth dress, with a scattered hair, a pale face and a thin skin. But his eyes were extremely bright, as if they were transformed by stars. What's even more strange is that Lu Xin actually felt a trace of magic power from the child.

"Is it because of the Taoist real fire?"

Lu Xin couldn't believe his feelings. The child in front of him looked a few years younger than him. If he really practiced magic power, it would be terrible. After all, looking at his clothes, he did not look like he came from a certain sect or aristocratic family.

"Hahahaha, where did the poor kid come from? He was so arrogant? Little brother, do you know what fu is and what poetry is?"

"A country with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, nine gates of the city gates. If you don't see the strong imperial residence, how can you know that the emperor is respected? Before I arrived in Chang'an, I thought that there were talented men and beautiful women everywhere in this capital. Now it seems that the people at the foot of this imperial city are nothing more than that."

The child recited four poems, and after saying something, he left with a smile. Several young men looked at each other, as if they were suddenly stunned, and stood there. However, when the child walked to the corner, he stopped again.

"The Secretary-General Wei Zheng of the dynasty has a poem that should be remembered by scholars all over the world. In the early Central Plains, he was competing for the deer and worked as a writer. He did not make any plans, but he still had generous ambitions... There has never been a real peace in this world. When we study, we are determined to be the first, and what we want is not just glory and wealth. Is there any kind of king, prince, general, and minister? Remember, my name is Luo Binwang. I will see you again in the scientific examination nine days later."

When the child said this, he finally calmed down his face, then strode away and soon disappeared at the entrance of the stairs. Lu Xin stepped forward and picked up the rice paper left by the child, and saw a few cursive scripts, Long Youfeng Xiang, with indescribable momentum.

"The world is very good!"

There were only four words on the paper, and the weight of the pen left deep traces on the table. Lu Xin felt a little thirsty for a moment and swallowed twice.

"Luo Binwang... If I remember correctly, this person should be one of the four heroes of the Tang Dynasty. I didn't expect that he would have such terrifying achievements at such a young age!"

Lu Xin held the rice paper and didn't put it down for a long time. The four characters left by the child were so majestic and exquisite in brushwork. Among the calligraphy he had seen, only the characters of Mute Wu could be compared with them. However, Mute Wu's characters were practiced with swords instead of pens! This shows how terrifying talent this child, who called himself Luo Binwang, had.

"Hehehe, little girl, you dressed as a man and came to Yanxianglou for this piano? Unfortunately, the piano has nine virtues and is a tool for a gentleman. According to the rules, this piano... cannot be handed over to a woman."

"Hmph, what's wrong with a woman? Can't she play the piano? Let me tell you, this girl won the competition, and this piano is mine."

clang!

With the sound of plucking strings, the door of a private room on the north side of the second floor suddenly broke. At the same time, a slender figure fell out and hit a pile of guqins.
Chapter completed!