Datang romantic little landlord

"I heard that this child's parents have both died. I am very pitiful." Empress Changsun looked at Li Wangyou who was lying on the ground and was sleeping soundly, and touched the child in her womb.

"Okay, let someone send this child away, gentlemen, please keep today's matter a secret from this child, and wait for His Majesty to decide for himself."

Yu Shinan shook his head and sighed, but he could only ask his attendants to carry Li Wangyou out of the sound asleep, find the Niu family brothers, and tell them to take good care of him.

The Qujiangchi Poetry Club broke up unhappy in the end, but the name Li Wangyou spread among the aristocrats and powerful ministers and generals in Chang'an City.

For the first time, Li Wangyou carved a deep imprint in the prosperous Tang Dynasty more than 1000 years ago.

But at this moment, Li Wangyou only felt a splitting headache, dry mouth and sore throat.

"Water, is there any water?" His voice was hoarse, and he moaned softly on the bed.

Niu Wu at the side heard his voice, quickly poured a bowl of water from the kettle on the low table, and handed it to Li Wangyou's mouth.

Like a dry traveler in the desert, Li Wangyou greedily drank the water in the bowl, only to feel a little relief in his throat.

"Where am I?"

"Hostel." Niu Wu said with a smile, "Xiao Lang, you can't drink enough, you're so drunk, you're completely unconscious."

Li Wangyou was completely drunk, all he could remember in his mind was that he seemed to be drinking by the stream by the Qujiang Pool, what happened afterwards, and how he got back, he had no idea.

"Erlang, is the poetry meeting over?" He remembered the poetry meeting and asked hastily.Yang Zuan insisted that he must win the first prize in the poetry meeting, but he was so greedy that he completely forgot about it.

"It's over, Xiao Lang, you really have the talent of the sky, and you are the first name in the poetry competition." Niu Wu grinned.

"Really? Are you sure it's me?"

"Then can there be a fake? An old man came out and told everyone himself. The head of the poetry club, Li Wangyou from Hu County, who else could it be if it weren't you? Xiaolang, you haven't seen the faces of those scholars, haha, It’s really wonderful. A group of scholars in their 20s or even 30s lost to a teenager in their teens, and they would feel ashamed.”

Li Wangyou had a headache and patted his head vigorously, this Tang Dynasty water wine has quite a lot of stamina.

"Then what? You brought me back?" Li Wangyou asked.

"That's impossible. When my eldest brother and I were happy for you, we saw you being carried away by two servants. It is said that a nobleman wanted to see you. Xiao Lang, what nobleman did you meet? Tell me chant."

Your Excellency wants to see me?Li Wangyou's head was a blur, only a few blurred shadows.

Like some kind of princess?Did you still say you would give a tip?

Princess? !

Li Wangyou buzzed in his head, it's over, it can't be the real Princess Datang, right?I was talking nonsense at that time, as if I was a "princess" in the nightclubs of later generations...

Is there a princess here?Does that mean Li Shimin and Empress Changsun are still there?

Li Wangyou tried to think back, and he remembered that he seemed to write poetry, what did he write?It seems to be Haike what?By the way, Haike talks about Yingzhou...I copied Li Bai's sleepwalking Tianmu chanting farewell.

Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed across his mind, Li Wangyou froze on the spot, he almost cried.

I don't know how to be a middle school student, do I?In front of Li Er and Empress Changsun, write the sentence "An Neng's eyebrows and waist are bent to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!"?

"It's over, isn't it over?" Li Wangyou murmured.

He slapped himself, is it okay to drink Mao's wine?

Isn't this messed up?In front of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he talked about how he was able to smash his eyebrows and bend his waist to be a powerful person, and he was full.

Li Wangyou didn't care whether Li Er appreciated him or not, he was afraid that he would lose his life if he offended Li Er!Li Wangyou died once, and he didn't believe that he would be able to travel through again after he died again.

"Xiao Lang, what did you say?" Niu Wu didn't hear clearly and asked in confusion.

"No, it's nothing, Erlang, what happens after that? Me, what happens after me?" He asked nervously, raising his eyes to look at the door from time to time, for fear that a team of soldiers would rush in and arrest him and throw him into the prison.

"Later? Later, someone sent you out and told my elder brother and I to take good care of you, so we brought you back to the hostel."

"Really? That's it? Didn't you say anything else?" Li Wangyou couldn't believe it, and even called the Niu family brothers to take good care of him. Didn't he write the last sentence?

"Really, can this be fake?"

"That's good, that's good. By the way, what time is it now?"

"Shen Shi, it's almost You time, Xiao Lang, you slept all afternoon." Niu Wu replied.

That is, it was less than four o'clock in the afternoon and five o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still some time before the evening drum was knocked and the gate of the workshop was closed.

Li Wangyou hurriedly got up from the couch, tidied up his clothes, took out the sketch he drew last night from the package, explained to Niu Wu and went out.

He plans to sell another painting and buy food to return to Dingzhou Village tomorrow.

Chang'an City is too scary, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time!

052 Bragging has to be taxed

Once again under the strange eyes of the old guard guarding the square gate, Li Wangyou walked towards Pingkangfang on the opposite side of the street.

Pingkangfang was still full of people, Li Wangyou carefully shuttled through the crowd, looking for a suitable target.

He saw a young scholar with a jade pendant on his body, he presumably was a son of a nobleman, and he was the right target to attack.Just as he was about to walk over to sell his sketches, someone grabbed his arm.

"Where is Xiao Lang going? I've been looking for you so hard."

Li Wangyou was stunned, but he turned his head and saw that it was the fat man he painted for ten taels of gold yesterday evening.

"Brother, what's the matter? Do you still want to buy paintings?" Li Wangyou didn't understand what this fat man asked him to do. Could it be that he wanted to return the goods?

The fat man didn't answer, he turned his head and shouted behind him, "Father, I found that young man."

Li Wangyou saw a middle-aged man with a kind face approaching from the crowd, his face was somewhat similar to that of a fat man.

What's happening here?Bringing parents to trouble yourself?

Li Wangyou has dark hair, and he has the absurd feeling of selling pornographic books to children, and then parents come to ask for guilt.

The middle-aged man smiled all over his face, walked up to Li Wangyou and saluted Li Wangyou: "My surname is Qiu and my name is Yuanliang. I don't know what Xiaolang's name is?"

"Is there something wrong with Mr. Qiu?" Li Wangyou looked vigilant, and he was not in a hurry to report his family name.

"Xiao Lang, don't worry, we don't have any malicious intentions, we just want to invite Xiao Lang to the mansion as a guest."

"Uh, there's no need for that, I still have things to do." Li Wangyou hurriedly found an excuse to shirk.

Inviting myself to be a guest is mostly an excuse. I have never lived with this father and son, so I may have ulterior motives in inviting him to be a guest for no reason. There is no good banquet.

"Xiao Lang, my father and son really do not have any malicious intentions. I am a well-known grain merchant in Chang'an City. If Xiao Lang is worried, you can ask someone to ask. My enemy family has been pure and kind for generations, and I am well-known in Chang'an City for being kind. Today I take the liberty to invite Xiao Lang. To be a guest in the mansion is to ask for something, so I have the audacity to invite Xiao Lang."

"Chou Gong, please explain, what exactly is the matter of asking me to go?"