This is not the Datang I am familiar with

At this time, Wuyi Lane is much more desolate, not to mention the clouds, it is not bad to see people in twos and threes.

The buildings on both sides of Wuyi Lane also look much older, and many courtyards seem to have been idle for a long time.

The city wall of Health City was destroyed, and the Nanchen Palace was destroyed. The population here also continued to decline under the deliberate suppression of the Sui and Tang dynasties.

At this time, even this ancient alley seemed so desolate, let alone other places.

"Let's go! Qian'er, I will also buy a property in this alley for you."

"Qian'er listens to the son-in-law!"

Chen Fang patted Qian'er's hand lightly, and the accompanying Jiangnan celebrities naturally heard and saw it.

"My son-in-law, there are many places in the house that don't have owners. If you want my son-in-law, you can just pick a few places."

"Well, Qian'er, you can choose by yourself, only one place."

"Thank you son-in-law!"

A group of people left Bird Clothes Lane and walked across Zhuque Bridge. At this time, Chen Fang stopped on the bridge, and all the people behind him naturally stopped.

"Looking at the humble position, the son-in-law seems to be in a bad mood."

"This ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, once prosperous and prosperous, really makes people feel sad."

"The son-in-law chose the South Workshop in Shangyuan. I believe that there will be many more merchant ships on the Qinhuai River in a short time. The two sides of the Qinhuai River will gradually become lively again!"

Chapter 647

Na Qin walked over, followed by several top famous families in Jiangnan.I didn't see my uncle today, but when I heard something happened at home, I hurried back to Lanling.

"Qin heard that the son-in-law's literary talent is unparalleled in the world. I wonder if I can appreciate the literary talent of the son-in-law today?"

At this time, these Jiangnan celebrities all looked at Chen Fang. Chen Fang's literary talent was spread throughout the Tang Dynasty from Chang'an, and the poems and essays that spread throughout Chang'an began with the prince's birthday banquet, although not many.But as long as every song is passed out, it must be amazing.

Chen Fang looked at Qin, but he could understand the thoughts of this beautiful widow.This woman's heart, he guessed at this time, most likely he could guess it.

Chen Fang still can't understand people's hearts, but some simple meanings can be heard clearly.

Jiangnan places emphasis on poetry and prose, even more than in the north. In the past, there was a Xie Lingyun in Wuyi Lane. As for those who are enough to shine in the Chinese literary world, there are indeed many in Jiangnan.

Qin is using this Huatou to let himself show his literary talents in front of these Jiangnan celebrities.

Is it difficult to write poetry?Difficult, but is it difficult to memorize poems?

"Wild grass and flowers by the Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is slanting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane."

Chen Fang said a few words lightly, and at this time he was holding on to the railing of Zhuque Bridge.Looking at the bird clothing alley not far away.But it is just when the sunset is about to set, and these two sentences are very suitable for the situation at this time.

All the celebrities from the south of the Yangtze River heard it, and they felt that the poems of the son-in-law really lived up to their reputation. Standing by the Zhuque Bridge at this time, listening to these two poems made people feel like they were in the scene.

Qin did it on purpose, but after hearing these two sentences, he was still impressed by the son-in-law's literary talents. After all, with his great reputation, there is nothing the son-in-law can't do, except to have children.

However, the son-in-law only said a few words, no one dared to interrupt at this time, for fear of disturbing the son-in-law's poetry.

In fact, Chen Fang would not be disturbed by his poetry, he could recite poems, but he couldn't compose them.Since it is reciting poems, there is no such thing as being disturbed by poetry.

It was also because he was infected by the scenery in front of him just now, and Qin wanted to make himself famous in the south of the Yangtze River, so he recited this eternal masterpiece, Bird Clothes Lane.

As for why the song "Parking in the Qinhuai River" was not chosen, I probably felt that it was not suitable for the scene.The two poems are both eternal masterpieces, there is no good or bad, but Liu Yuxi's one is more suitable for reciting at this time.

If it is Li Shangyin's song, it is actually too sad.

Those Jiangnan celebrities were all looking at Chen Fang, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the son-in-law to recite the next sentence.

Chen Fang held onto the railing and patted it lightly. At this time, he looked towards the direction of Bird Clothes Lane, looking at the setting sun that had dyed the sky red.

"In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people."

At this time, the surrounding officials of Shangyuan County and a group of Jiangnan celebrities dared to breathe.

"My son-in-law's literary talent is really unparalleled in the world, I admire it."

"That's right! With this situation and the scene, reading this poem by the son-in-law again, it really makes people feel quite sublime."

"My son-in-law, I will have the best poet in Jiangnan write down this poem and hang it in the hall."

"You! Why don't you ask the son-in-law for a calligraphy treasure, and ask a scholar to write?"

"My son-in-law, can I reward you with a calligraphy?"

"My handwriting is not pretty!"

Chen Fang said one word, just one word, lazy.

"I would like a thousand gold to beg my son-in-law for a calligraphy!"

Fuck, I didn't say it earlier, Qianjin, no matter how ugly this word is, I wrote it too.Chen Fang said it in his heart, but on the surface, the situation naturally remained the same.

"Forget it, the son-in-law is in a difficult situation today. Come and prepare paper, ink, pens and inkstones."

At this time, someone had already made preparations, and in a short while by the Zhuque Bridge, a wooden table was set up, a chair was put away, and Qin paved the Xuan Xuan for the son-in-law, where Qian'er added fragrance to her red sleeves and studied ink for Chen Fang.

Chen Fang picked up the pen and finished the four-line poem in one stroke, without any pause in the middle.

His brush calligraphy is learned from an old Chinese doctor, and it has the taste of an old Chinese doctor writing prescriptions, a smell of medicine.

At this time, all the celebrities from Jiangnan met, and they only praised the son-in-law for his good handwriting. He said that his handwriting was not good just now, but he was only modest.Chen Fang understood that the handwriting was good only because he wrote it himself.

Emperor Qianlong of the later generations was good at writing poems, and the shitty articles written by a Manchurian emperor are not praised by others, nor are they status.Without that layer of identity, everything becomes mediocre.

At this time, someone asked for calligraphy, but Chen Fang would naturally not refuse anyone who was willing to ask for a word.

He doesn't like too much silver, let alone gold.

I didn't expect to have such a harvest today. Some people buy a horse bone with a lot of money, and some people ask for a word with a lot of money. In this world, the thoughts of really rich people are really beyond people's guessing.

After finishing writing, Chen Fang specially reminded that the gold must be delivered.He writes for gold.

At this time, the sun had already set, and Shangyuan County became much darker, the figure of Bird Clothes Lane disappeared, and the Zhuque Bridge became blurred.

When Chen Fang got up, someone had already lit a red lantern in front of him.

When I came to Shangyuan County, it was naturally the magistrate’s resettlement residence. I chose a big house in Shangyuan, which had no owner at this time. It had been carefully taken care of before. Chen Fang and his party lived in it, and Chen Fang looked at the courtyard. The flowers and trees look deserted, and some ponds have dried up, but the scale is really not small.

"My son-in-law, you have been wronged. Shangyuan is not as good as the previous Health City. Many houses here are abandoned. This is one of the best places."

"No problem!"

"My son-in-law rests early, and I will come to see you again in my humble position tomorrow!"

Chen Fang nodded, and the county magistrate of Shangyuan withdrew.

Over there, Qin asked someone to clean up the son-in-law's residence again, and also asked someone to bring his spare bedding on the boat, fearing that Shangyuan County was not well prepared.

At this time, Shangyuan County is just a county that is suppressed by the court, and what good supplies can be prepared for the son-in-law.

Chen Fang practiced swords, and he and Feng practiced together, and they couldn't miss their daily homework wherever they went.

After returning to the residence, she saw that Qian'er was already on the bed, with her clothes, shoes and socks beside her.

"My son-in-law, Qian'er has already warmed the bed."

Chen Fang reached into the quilt, feeling the warmth of the quilt, and stroked the girl's body.

"Qian'er, those girls that Qin gave me will be your maids from now on."

"Ah, Qian'er is the maid of the son-in-law, how can she have her own maid?"

"You will be in charge of the South Workshop from now on, and you will not be served by others, and your identity will not be seen."

"Then son-in-law, you gave Qian'er all the maids that Qin sent, will Qin complain in his heart?"

"I'll keep one, after all, it's hard to find a woman with a natural body fragrance."

"Well, Qian'er listens to the son-in-law in everything."

Chen Fang patted his buttocks and sat on the edge of the couch.

"Qian'er, your thoughts will change in the future. For example, you are not my maid, but my woman. Also, you should be complimented, served, and flattered. Understand?"

"My son-in-law!"

Chapter 648 Interest Bond

"Silly girl, this is just the beginning. When the South Workshop is built, its scale and influence will not be inferior to the North Workshop. In the future, there will be more and more people who compliment and serve you."

Chen Fang caressed that waist, but Qian'er was lost in thought at this moment.

At this time, Qian'er remembered what the son-in-law said, and thought about what the son-in-law said, but she had already seen the son-in-law took off his coat and got into the quilt.

"Master Consort, Qian'er will strictly abide by her duty. Qian'er will always remember that Qian'er is the wife of Master Consort."

Chen Fang flicked it on his forehead. In front of his woman, Chen Fang didn't shy away from anything. He stroked the landscape scroll and sighed lightly.

"Just remember that you are my woman. You can enjoy what you should enjoy. I will not let my woman suffer."

"My son-in-law, I must learn as soon as possible, Qian'er wants to return to my son-in-law's side as soon as possible."

"Just don't be too happy to think about leaving at that time."

"Qian'er won't, even if Qian'er is reluctant to miss Shu, she is still thinking about the son-in-law."

After a while, this girl was unable to serve Chen Fang any longer, and it was a rare match for her on the bed.

"My son-in-law didn't enjoy himself to the fullest, but Qian'er couldn't take it anymore."

"Go and ask Feng Yi and Ding Yu to come over and watch my son-in-law Lu Bu fight San Ying tonight."

In the middle of the night, Chen Fang lay on the couch, put his hand on Feng Yi's shoulder, and looked at her.

"Have you thought about it yet?"

"My son-in-law, Feng Yi is willing to stay by my side forever."

"You'll be happy with your decision in the future."

"Since you are determined to follow me, should you tell me something?"

Chen Fang picked that delicate chin.

"Feng Yi has forgotten all about the past, there is nothing to tell the son-in-law."

The bed was quiet for a while, Chen Fang's fingers pinched Feng Yi's soft flesh at some point, and Feng Yi felt pain from pinching.

"It's fine if you forget, just let the second princess be your sister from now on. It's getting late, you guys go to bed!"

The light of dawn shines through the paper window, a little hazy, and there is a faint mist in the rivers and lakes of Shangyuan, ethereal and wispy.

Chen Fang stretched his waist, enjoying Qian'er and Chun's service, Qin came over after a while, followed by four maids, all of them were beautiful and graceful, as a gift for the son-in-law, Qin naturally would not give ordinary things.

The use of things here is just to say that in this era, the upper class does not regard the lower class as human beings.This can refer to Ah Sange's current racial system.

Chen Fang was still rinsing his mouth at this moment, looked at the four maids, and beckoned, the four maids approached, Chen Fang wiped the oil on the four maids, it was considered to have been identified.

"You guys, who has body fragrance?"

"If you go back to the son-in-law, it's me!"

"You stay by my side, and you will do the warming of the bed in the future. You three, serve Qian'er in the future. Remember, the service is considerate. If there is something wrong with my Qian'er who is serving me, I will have someone cut off the thing I touched just now." place."

Chen Fang waved his hand, except for the well-dressed maid, the other three had already stepped back.

At this time, Chen Fang has been in this world for a long time, and Chen Fang has also been tainted with the aristocratic style. He was not good at first, but now he is doing things in the way his status should be.

Qin walked away from Chen Fang's side.

"Does the son-in-law dislike them?"

"Very good, I didn't keep one, Qin, compared to these delicate girls, in fact, my son-in-law prefers the first-class beauty who has gone through some years. A beautiful and charming girl like you, my son-in-law thinks it has more flavor."

"If the son-in-law needs it, Qin will serve you at any time."

"sensible!"

After Chen Fang finished washing, the county magistrate of Shangyuan over there has led a large group of people to the mansion. This time, the Patriarch of the Xiao family is also here, and he came here last night.

"Is the matter at Uncle's family settled?"

"Hey! It was one of my younger brothers who got sick in Yangzhou, and the doctor couldn't do anything about it. He said that he should prepare for his funeral earlier."

"Oh! My uncle's condolences!"

The rest of the Jiangnan clan's children looked at Patriarch Xiao, and they all understood that some of the brothers of the Xiao family were sick and were waiting to die. Patriarch Xiao didn't need to mourn.He wished that all those brothers would travel westward!Why does Mr. Xiao only love his daughter? There are too many sons in the family.