It is said that sisters either love money or beauty. Li Shan had no money and no face in his previous life, so he couldn't prove it. But today, he confirmed this. At least the sisters in Nanqu, Pingkangfang, Chang'an City, Tang Dynasty, didn't even love money. , just love being pretty.
Even though he was short of money, with his handsome appearance and no stage fright, Li Shan calmly wandered through the Southern Songs... without even having time to use his poetry skills.
In this era, if you have money in your pocket, you can only go to Beiqu. Only if you have money in your stomach or a handsome young man like Li Shan can you enjoy the flowers in Nanqu and Zhongqu.
Pingkangfang is divided into three parts, Beiqu sells meat, Zhongqu...well, is a fixed-point service, and Nanqu is a bit like a high-end club.
In the small hall, Li Shan tried his best to sit cross-legged in the corner, his eyes fell on the figure of the dancing singer, and his ears perked up to listen to several young people reciting poems and writing poems. He had already gone to three places. , except for some dirty things, I heard nothing useful.
Well, Li Shan had tried hard enough to hide himself, but unfortunately the light was too bright and he seemed to be huddled in the corner, but those young people looked over from time to time.
Where did it leak out?
Li Shan frowned and thought for a while, then turned to look at the singer next to him who was pouring wine for him... Although she was a little younger, she had picturesque features, a graceful figure, and a charming charm in her words and smiles. She was really a little girl. Goblin!
He had experienced a similar situation with his mentor in his previous life. Li Shan gave a gentle smile and put his arms around the little goblin's waist, using a little force on his hands...
Suddenly there was a noise from outside, and a young man walked in quickly and said: "Li Xuantong and Wang Xiaozhi were killed, and Dingzhou, Qizhou, and Jizhou all fell."
The hall was silent for a moment. After a while, someone shouted in a panic: "The saint should ask the King of Qin to attack him!"
"It's difficult, it's difficult!" The young man who just came in to report the news shook his head and said, "It's been four months since Liu Heitai raised his army. King Huai'an and Youzhou Luo Yi were both defeated. There were not enough troops in Guanzhong, but King Zhao led his army to attack and destroy them. Xiao Liang should now appease Yue Yuan Ling and Lingnan."
"Insufficient troops... No wonder the saint intends to abolish the Guanzhong temple."
"Brother Wang, don't worry, the Wang family of Taiyuan... after all, Princess Pingyang is guarding Weize Pass, Taiyuan has no worries."
After struggling for more than an hour, he finally heard some useful news. Li Shan squinted his eyes and lowered his head to look at the wine cup on the table. His right hand was slowly stroking it, and the singer's low murmur came to his ears.
After pricking up his ears and listening for a while, Li Shancai figured out the origin of the young man just now. Wang Renyou, a direct descendant of the Wang family in Taiyuan, and his uncle Wang Yushang, Princess Tong'an, was the brother-in-law of the saint Li Yuan.
Wang Renyou came from a famous family and was loved by Wang Yu and Princess Tong'an. Although his temperament was not arrogant, he was very coquettish. He spread the news he had just heard, but soon forgot about the war and began to write poems. Endowment.
"As for this generation, with Brother Wang here, who dares to write poems that surpass him?"
Looking at the people laying paper and grinding ink over there, the singer next to her blew her breath like a orchid, "Mr. Lang..."
Li Shan smiled slightly, stood up and walked away. The singer looked at it intently, covered the mouth of the cherry, held the paper and went inside.
Behind the curtain, there was the sound of a pipa, mixed with a few sounds of a drum. After a while, the music stopped, and accompanied by the quiet shakuhachi, a woman sang in her voice: "Jasper is made up into a tree as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons are hanging down. I don't know who cuts the thin leaves." When it comes out, the spring breeze in February is like scissors.”
"Mr. Lang..." The little goblin pestered him again, "I also want..."
Li Shan stretched out his right hand, and the little goblin took the initiative to put it on his waist and asked casually: "Do you have a name?"
"The slave Furong, nicknamed Xiaoman."
Li Shan smiled and said: "Cherry hibiscus mouth, willow waist."
At this time, the singing had stopped, and one person sighed: "This poem chants Chun, not inferior to Xue Sili's."
That's natural. He Zhizhang, one of the Eight Immortals in Drinking, is no worse than Xue Daoheng.
A young scribe glanced at Wang Renyou and followed this sentence to change the topic, "It's a pity that Xue Sili's fifth son, Bo Bao, who can carry on his ambition, has a stepbrother."
"A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. Brother Bo Bao is now the chief secretary of Tiance Mansion, and he is very proud of himself."
Wang Renyou's face was a little stiff, he raised his hands and forced a smile and said: "Which great talent did such a beautiful sentence come from?"
After everyone looked around, their eyes turned to the corner invariably. Apart from them, there was only that pretty boy in the hall who made them jealous!
But Li Shan, who had been sitting in the corner, had left quietly. Xiaoman was still sitting there, looking out the door with a look of reluctance, which made everyone's teeth ache.
Wandering around Pingkangfang casually, a large amount of information was arranged in an orderly manner in Li Shan's mind. After he sorted out the clues, he couldn't help but sigh to himself, it was a bit difficult to do.
Although he couldn't confirm it, Li Shan felt that even though he was not 89% certain, he was at least 50% or 60% sure... Regarding the abolition of the temple, it was probably not a choice caused by Li Yuan's sudden personal belief, but it had obvious political implications. .
Dou Jiande had just been beheaded, but Liu Heitai had resurrected, and was running across Hebei, almost invincible. Li Xiaogong's army was still in the south of the Yangtze River and even in the south of the Lingnan. The troops in Guanzhong were insufficient, so he chose to abolish the temples to supplement the supply of troops.
Don't look at it as just a temple being abolished... Dongshan Temple is just a small temple, with only more than thirty monks in total. But if it is abolished and Zhujiagou is included in the roster, Zhechong Mansion will be able to deploy at least a hundred soldiers, and Guanzhong like this Temples abound.
Li Shan smacked his lips, it was really tricky, but would he just leave it alone?
The mother and son lived in Zhujiagou. Although most of the villagers despised Li Shan, they always respected the Zhu family. Moreover, Li Shan remembered that Liu Heitai was very good at fighting. Many famous generals in the early Tang Dynasty were defeated by him. Luo Shixin seems to have died in this battle.
After leaving Pingkangfang with a sad face, Li Shan found Zhu Ba, who refused to accompany him to visit the brothel, and found a drug store.
"You want so much?" The waiter looked at Zhu Ba in surprise, "Where's the prescription?"
Li Shan on the side blinked, "Can't you buy or sell without a prescription?"
"That's not..." The clerk hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the drugstore shopkeeper. The latter came over and asked, "Two pounds? Who wants it?"
Li Shan glanced at Zhu Ba, who puffed up his chest and said, "A poor monk buys plaster for medicinal purposes."
The shopkeeper's mouth was a little crooked and his expression was a little strange, and he pointed at the clerk to get the medicine.
The waiter on the side came out with a bag, and the shopkeeper whispered: "No wonder the saint wants to abolish the temple, people's hearts are not ancient..."
Seeing Li Shan's curious look, the shopkeeper whispered: "Such a large dose of gypsum must be to induce lactation."
"Urge...urge...what?"
The shopkeeper spoke clearly: "It is recorded in "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" that gypsum has a severe cold nature and is mainly used for strokes with cold and heat, adverse qi in the heart, breathlessness, dry mouth and tongue, inability to breathe, hard pain in the abdomen, lactation, and golden sores, but this is the case. The dosage must be to induce lactation.”
Li Shan, who had drunk a little too much just now, burped and smiled dryly and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing... Someone has already taken the blame for this.
