The tenth day of the Chenghuang Temple Fair.
Hun City was not as lively as usual.
If it were not the largest temple fair in the Sui Dynasty, the governors of each town would distribute more than 500 yuan to each household, enough to save ordinary people half a month, and all shops or stalls would open at half price. Otherwise, the temple fair would last for ten days. , no matter how playful you are, you can’t hold it back.
Every year during the Chenghuang Temple Fair, the gods would go to the garrison offices in various towns to deliver gifts to the people.
The Chenghuang Temple Fair was a carnival for the entire Sui Kingdom. It was also because the Sui Kingdom occupied most of the world's territory. Otherwise, it would be difficult to afford it. It can only be said that the rich are willful.
Although the shops and stalls opened at half price, they still made small profits but quick turnover. The common people could have fun, the merchants could make money, and the saints could be happy. It could be said that everyone was happy. Therefore, the City God Temple Fair was always held with great efforts.
There is a river in the East Market that extends outside the city. On the last day of the Chenghuang Temple Fair, all the excitement gathers here.
There are rows of painted boats parked on the river, with graceful music flowing, birds circling low in the sky, and scholars standing on the bridge, holding folding fans in their hands on a cold day, holding their heads high, giving them a feeling of being the biggest in the world.
In the restaurant on the other side of the river, Jiang Wang rested his right arm on the window sill and sat slumped, his eyes focused on the boats, thinking that he had never listened to music since he was a child, which was a great regret.
Opposite him sat Xiaoyu and A Kong, and on the left were the green-robed monks and Zhao Si.
Xiao Yu closed his eyes and meditated calmly, still recalling the martial arts taught by Luo Xianshan in his mind. He was practicing hard at all times and everywhere.
But A Kong was undoubtedly cooking, and his face was covered with oil.
Zhao Si drank wine silently, with drawing paper placed on the table. Although his only hand was very busy, he seemed quite comfortable.
The green-robed monk acted like a domestic servant, helping Jiang Wang pour wine, and when Jiang Wang finished drinking, he added more.
At this time, a scholar on the bridge recited a poem and was favored by a girl on a painting boat. An old man took the boat to pick up the scholar and took him to the painting boat.
The other scholars looked at him with envy.
"Why do you have to recite poems?" Jiang Wang looked very unhappy. Although he was literate, it was limited to this. After all, it was an unusual time. He wanted to enter the painting boat at the temple fair, but Yinzi never composed an amazing poem. Poetry is useful.
The green-robed monk obviously didn't have such talent, let alone Akong.
Although Xiaoyu is talented, Jiang Wang is a little embarrassed to speak up about this kind of thing.
He could only focus on Zhao Si.
Zhao Si glanced sideways at Jiang Wang and said sternly: "What do you think I am doing? Zhao is a gentleman!"
Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows. Although he said nothing, he had a look of disbelief on his face.
"What scholar doesn't like visiting brothels? I highly doubt your hand was broken because you had no money."
Zhao Si had a dark face and retorted: "My hands are not broken by hard work!"
Jiang Wang sneered and said: "You can only lie to yourself with such words. How can anyone break his hand from exhaustion when drawing? It's just that you broke a few fingers from exhaustion, and the whole arm is gone. You tell me that it was broken from exhaustion." of?"
Zhao Si's face turned darker.
Jiang Wang added: "But I firmly believe that the great painter Zhao is extremely knowledgeable and talented. He can write poems in three steps. He is a talent that can shock the world and weep ghosts and gods. He can easily pick out a poem, which makes those scholars feel ashamed. When you receive your head, you will bow."
The corner of Zhao Si's mouth twitched, "Even if you praise me like this, I won't help you compose a poem. If you beat me with a stick and give you a sweet date, who do you think Zhao is?"
Jiang Wang shook his head and sighed: "It seems that the great painter Zhao is also a person who is seeking fame and reputation. He often boasts about his amazing talent. It turns out that he is just a blowjob. No wonder the paintings he painted are worthless. After all, people in the world have sharp eyes and can see through you at a glance. 's true face."
Zhao Si said angrily: "This is simply unreasonable. You can insult my character and my appearance, but you must not insult my talent!"
"It's just a poem, what's the problem? I can write it casually and it will make those scholars jump into the river in shame!"
Jiang Wang complimented: "I know Brother Zhao is a great talent. Please write it down quickly so that we can be blinded."
Zhao Si immediately started writing quickly.
He threw the drawing paper on which he had written the poem angrily towards Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wang frowned and said, "You have done this before, right? How can anyone write poetry so quickly?"
Zhao Si said coldly: "Even the poems I wrote when I was young can crush them!"
Jiang Wang joked: "I think you are suppressing bad thoughts and have prepared a few poems in advance, waiting to be the guest of a certain girl. Unfortunately, there were no such activities in the temple fairs in previous years, and there was no money to listen to the music. So there was no time to listen to the music. There are good poems, but you can only stare at them, right?"
Zhao Si said with a black face again: "Do you want it? Don't give it back to me!"
Jiang Wang stuffed the drawing paper into his arms, "You have already written it. If I don't want it, wouldn't I be denying you face?"
Zhao Si mocked: "In terms of shamelessness, I am indeed not as good as you."
Jiang Wang cupped his hands and said, "Shame on you."
...
Although Zhao Si's poem did not make the readers feel ashamed, it also received applause. Jiang Wang got his wish and went down to the restaurant, waiting for the old man who drove the boat to pick him up.
Ah Kong put his head in front of the window, "Is there any delicious food in the boat?"
The green-robed monk had a strange expression and said, "You can also say that."
A Kong's eyes lit up, and he was about to jump down. Fortunately, the monk in green robe reacted quickly enough, grabbed him, and managed to calm A Kong down.
The green-robed monk wiped his sweat silently, explaining that there was no delicious food in the boat was much more tiring than killing monsters.
Xiaoyu didn't react at all from beginning to end. People who practice hard are always serious.
The old man drove the boat to the shore. Jiang Wang got on the boat, then turned the bow and headed towards a certain painting boat.
Yeyoushen's voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Wang's mind, "Something is wrong."
Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment, and replied in his mind: "Girls like poetry, and I'm handsome, but only one girl invited me to join the boat, which is really wrong."
Ye Youshen snorted, "You should show some face."
"I think there is something wrong here. Although it is very weak, there is indeed a trace of evil spirit."
Jiang Wang frowned and said, "Are the monsters sick? This is the first time in my life that I entered a painting boat and they came out to cause trouble?"
Ye Youshen said: "The point is that you entered the painting boat? If the hidden demon really appears, your life will be dead. Are you still thinking about the girl?"
Jiang Wang said: "Then I don't want to, but I can't stop the fact that the monster appears."
Night Traveler: "...What you said actually makes sense."
Jiang Wang stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back and said, "Although the big monster knows how to hide its aura, it can't escape your eyes. Master Tao Tianshi also has a monster in his hand. Maybe it's just a little monster in Hun City."
"I think it is very likely that they are hidden in the painting boat. Aren't all monsters found in paintings or ancient utensils? There must be no shortage of paintings in the boat."
"I solemnly state that I did not listen to music with the intention of listening to music, but to save the people from danger. I am indeed upright."
Ye Youshen was speechless.
Although Jiang Wang's analysis makes sense, they are obviously all excuses.
The weaker I feel, the more I long for this kind of thing.
But Yeyoushen also knew that Jiang Wang cherished his life, so he might have some countermeasures, so he said nothing more.
Soon the boat approached the boat. Jiang Wang put his hands on the edge of the boat and climbed up hard. There was a maid waiting for him. Even though Jiang Wang's posture when he climbed up the boat was awkward, his face was more beautiful. The maid stared at it and forgot about it. Go and give him a helping hand, and you will regret it if you cause trouble.
Jiang Wang adjusted his clothes a little, smiled at the maid, her face turned red, opened the curtain, and invited you in.
There are big boats, of course, there are also small ones. The boat Jiang Wang is in is medium-sized. It has all the necessary things inside, and there is incense burning, which makes it smell good.
Walking inside, there is another curtain, embroidered with some patterns, and you can faintly see the graceful figure playing the piano behind the curtain.
Jiang Wang did not lift the curtain directly, but sat on the low stool in front of the curtain, seeming to enjoy listening to the music.
"Young Master, is this the young Marquis?"
The girl's voice was gentle, like the cry of an oriole.
Jiang Wang smiled and said, "Why do you say that?"
The girl said: "Although I can't see it with my own eyes, no one in Hun City knows that the most handsome young man is the young marquis. And since the young master is so handsome, I guess there is no one else except the young marquis."
Jiang Wang stared at the curtain and said, "This thing is very strange. I can't see your face clearly, but you can see me?"
The girl said: "This curtain was made by Tao Tianshi. You can't see clearly from the outside, but you can see clearly from the inside."
Jiang Wang noticed that there were small talismans attached to the four corners of the curtain.
Since the talisman is in the painting boat, although it has no effect on other monsters, it should have some influence on the sprites, which basically proves that the demonic energy has nothing to do with the sprites.
I think there should be Master Tao's talismans in the other paintings.
He stared closely at the figure behind the curtain, looking very much like a goblin.
The girl could see Jiang Wang clearly and saw his fiery eyes. She smiled sweetly and said, "I'll play the piano while you listen to the music. You can't do anything else."
Jiang Wang was stunned.
Then I'm not here in vain?
The girl said: "There are rules in temple fairs, let alone in public. Otherwise, if the young marquis is interested, I will be happy."
Jiang Wang thought, do you mean you want me to wait until the temple fair is over before spending money to meet?
Although I am rich, I must find the most beautiful one. I am a serious young man.
Even if the girl's face is not clearly seen, according to the size of the boat, it is obvious that the girl is not of a high level, and she is not good at all. She just has a nicer voice.
Thinking like this, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
The girl stood up and opened the curtain.
There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.
This poem appeared subconsciously in Jiang Wang's mind.
It seems that this girl is not in the big boat, either because she is not beautiful enough, or because she is not so famous for the time being.
While Jiang Wang was dazed, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "There is evil spirit!"
Jiang Wang's eyes narrowed slightly. The girl was hanging the curtains. He suddenly stood up and used the trick of a hungry tiger to pounce on food.
Seeing the boat suddenly shaking, the scholars on the bridge were first shocked, then envious, then jealous, and finally angry.
According to the rules, shouldn’t we only be able to talk about poetry and songs?
Shuzi! Let that girl go!
