Prince of the Tang Dynasty: Signing in began with harming Li Shimin

"Brother, what is this?"

The young lady bit her finger and asked curiously.

Su Jing wiped off the grease on her face, and said with a smile, "This is soup cake."

"Are the soup cakes delicious?"

The young girl's eyes lit up.

Su Jing smiled slightly.

"Young lady, you won't know until you try."

The young lady narrowed her eyes into a crescent shape, pretending to be grand and said: "That's fine.

Let the young lady try it for the elder brother. "

"Hehe~
The little girl is so good! "

Su Jing pampered the young lady, took out a copper coin and threw it on the booth.

"Boss, some bowls of soup cakes."

"Good!
Sir, please wait a moment, I will do this for you, my little one. "

The boss accepted the copper coins calmly and happily made soup cakes.

The arrival of Su Jing made him see the long-lost hope.

"Brother, what is this?"

After eating soup cakes, everyone went on the road again.

The young lady was completely relieved, and asked in a childish voice when she saw the food.

"This is cold noodles."

"Are the cold noodles delicious?"

"Brother doesn't know either.

Do you want to try it, little girl? "

"Hey~

Brother, that's not the case.

You should ask your young lady to try it for you. "

"Hahaha~

it is good!
Then let the little young lady try it for the elder brother. "

"Brother, you are wrong again!

This sentence should be said by the young lady! "

"it is good!

Let the young lady speak next time. "

"Brother is so bad!"

"Hahaha~"

"..."

The two laughed and played all the way.

The young mother's little belly quickly lost in front of the specialties of the Tang Dynasty, such as roast lamb and preserved fruit.

As for the sashimi that the young mother still wanted to taste, Su Jing dared not let her eat it.

In his opinion, Datang's handling method was extremely unhygienic, and he would definitely get sick if he ate it.

But this also proves that the so-called bowl-legged cuisine did indeed originate from the Tang Dynasty.

Self-righteous bow-legged people are also plagiarizing the culture of Greater China.

"Brother Su!
Brother Su! "

At this moment, a rough ore sound came.

Su Jing heard the words and turned his head to look, only to see Cheng Chumo's black bear-like body rushing towards him at top speed.

"Brother Su, it's great to see you!"

Cheng Chumo rubbed his hands with joy on his face.

The hot eyes made Su Jing feel a chill.

"Xiong Da, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Su Jing took two steps back with his young mother in his arms, and decisively put a safe distance away from Cheng Chumo.

There are not a few people who have orientation problems in ancient times, and he really doesn't know if this black bear will suddenly lose control.

Although he has not looked in the mirror until now, he also knows that his appearance must be universal for men and women.

Otherwise, why would Cheng Yaojin, Empress Changsun and others be so excited when they saw him for the first time.

"Brother Su, you must help my little brother this time.

Otherwise, Zhang Sun Chong and those guys would definitely make fun of me. "

Cheng Chumo didn't care about Su Jing's attitude, and said to himself.

Su Jing frowned suspiciously, and glanced in the direction Cheng Chumo came from.

I saw that outside a small three-story building, a group of young men holding folding fans were densely surrounded.

"Big Bear!
Now Wannian County is under the jurisdiction of my lord, you must not make trouble here. "

"Brother Su misunderstood.

We are not here to make trouble. "

Cheng Chumo rubbed his hands together again, and said rather shyly: "Miss Yan held a banquet in Zuixian Tower today, and anyone who meets the nine-nine couplets can enter.

If you can win the first prize in the next poetry meeting, you can also talk with Ms. Yan about the ancient and modern times and have fun with wine.

Brother Su, I don't want to win the first prize in the poetry competition.

But if you can't even get through the door, it would really embarrass you, Brother Su. "

"What does it matter to me if you go in or not?
I'm not interested in that girl either.

Get out of the way, don't disturb me and your young lady patrolling the street. "

Su Jing waved his hand, and pushed away Cheng Chumo who was standing in front of him.

"Brother Su!
One hundred strings!

The winner of the Poetry Contest will have a hundred crowns! "

Seeing Su Jing lift his leg and leave, Cheng Chumo hurriedly shouted.

Su Jing paused suddenly when he heard the words.

Turning his head and showing Cheng Chu's silent smile, he grinned and asked, "Is there really a hundred guan?"

"Little brother, how dare you lie to Brother Su.

There are indeed a hundred winners in the poetry competition. "

Cheng Chumo's chest thumped loudly.

He knew that greed for money was Su Jing's only weakness.

"Hahaha~

Lord Ben is just tired, so it's better to find a place to rest your feet.

And you and I are brothers, how can I watch you being bullied by others. "

Su Jing happily stepped forward and patted Cheng Chumo's shoulder, then waved happily and said, "Lead the way ahead.

Today, Lord Ben will let you see what a poet is! "

"Hehe~"

Cheng Chumo smiled foolishly, did not expose Su Jing's lies, and strode forward with incomparable strides.

……

"The ancient city is deserted in autumn, and the screens and trees are withered and flourishing."

"Soft willow, light and fragrant tea, He Chunlin."

"The weeping willows in the spring spring dye the beauty of spring."

Three white cloths hung down from the second floor of Zuixian Tower, on which were written three couplets.

A group of Mr. Sao Bao gathered at the door, reading a sentence tentatively from time to time.

It's just that a long time has passed, and the closed door has still not been opened.

Obviously, the master here is not satisfied with everyone's answers.

Seeing this, Cheng Chumo scratched his head anxiously, and hesitated a few times looking at Su Jing who looked calm.

Even though he doesn't know anything about poetry, he also knows that composing poetry and couplets are not the same.

Poetry has a fixed sound, and there is a fixed style in flat and oblique.

Where is flat, where is flat, where can be flat or flat, there are rules to follow.

However, although the couplets pay attention to level and tones, they have no fixed formula except for verses.

In the sentence, the rhythm points alternate between level and oblique, and the corresponding rhythm points between the upper and lower lines are opposite.

Moreover, poetry and couplets have different requirements for sound and rhyme.

Metric poetry requires both flatness and rhyme.

The couplets only require flat tones, not rhymes.

"Brother Su, are you sure?"

After waiting for a while, Cheng Chumo couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Su Jing smiled confidently upon hearing this.

Rubbing the young lady's little head, she walked forward slowly, and read aloud: "The old city is barren in autumn, the screens and trees are withered; the courtyard is quiet in spring, and the alleys are full of grass."

"Wow~"

The onlookers were startled when they heard the words, and then they started discussing loudly in surprise.

"That's right!

This kid matched up so quickly? "

"Whose son is this?
Why has the younger brother never seen it? "

"It must be the hidden son of the big family.

Only the big clans like Boling Cui and Jinyang Wang have such background. "

"Extremely!
is extremely!

This kind of talent, even the royal family will definitely not be able to do it. "

Although everyone was trapped for a while and failed to take the lead, they did not lack the ability to appreciate.

As soon as Su Jing's second couplet was exported, everyone knew it was excellent.

"Little boy is a great talent!

But my lady said so.

If the young master wants to enter the narrative, he still needs to match all the pairs. "

At this moment.

On the second floor protruded a small head with a pair of hairpins.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old maid tried her best to lie on the window sill, looking at the crowd below and said crisply.

"what?!

All pairs can enter! "

"Why didn't you say it sooner?

Isn't this bullying people! "

"that is!
But presumably Miss Yan saw that the young master was young, so she didn't want to talk to him face to face! "

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be a waste of time for me to wait.

Hahaha~"

"..."

"Brother Su!"

Cheng Chumo's face was also full of anger, and he rolled up his sleeves angrily and wanted to fight forward.

He is not good at poetry, but he thinks he is not weak in fighting.

"It doesn't have to be."

Su Jing shook his head, looked up at the remaining two couplets.

Before he got the lottery head, he didn't want to conflict with the master here.

"Soft willows are light and fragrant tea to celebrate the arrival of spring; cypresses are exquisite and thick to send autumn remnants.

Weeping spring willows in spring dye spring beauty in spring; autumn persimmons hang in autumn courtyards to send autumn fragrance in autumn. "

Su Jing said calmly.

It's like a quiz game between friends.

But no matter it was the young master Bao who was beside him, or the little maid who poked her head out, they all froze in place in shock.

If it hadn't been for seeing Miss Yan intentionally embarrassing Su Jing just now, everyone would probably think that the two of them have already been linked together.

A stick of incense neatly matching a couplet is considered perfect, but Su Jing only took less than three breaths.

This is no longer superior intelligence, this is a monster, it is Wenquxing descending to earth!