In the third year of Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty, there was the East City of Chang'an. There is a lot of traffic and a lot of people.
Wang Zi'an held the mutton in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his beautiful eyebrows, and raised his head to look at the sun above his head. Looking at the sun, it seemed to be around nine o'clock in the future. The slanting sunlight poured down from the bare branches of the willow tree, making him feel slightly absent-minded.
Although he had traveled through time for more than half a year, he was still not used to judging the time by looking at the sun. He even missed the alarm clocks that he had broken.
"Mom, this big brother is so good-looking——"
A childish voice suddenly sounded from beside him, and Wang Zi'an suddenly came back to his senses. He looked down and saw a little girl of about seven or eight years old on the side of the road, looking up at him curiously.
Next to her is a young woman carrying cooking utensils. Mobile food stalls like this are common on the streets of Chang'an. Although this young woman's clothes were shabby and a little white from the starch, she was carefully and carefully mended. When she saw the prince looking over, she couldn't help but bowed.
"I'm sorry, little girl, I'm so presumptuous, but I hope Mr. Haihan——"
"It's okay, it's okay, I just love hearing such truth!"
Wang Zi'an grinned, took out a penny, picked two innocent candy figures from the candy seller's stall on the roadside, and stuffed them into the little girl's hands with a smile.
"Be good, I'll reward you. If you know how to speak, just speak more -"
The young woman, who was originally a little reserved, couldn't help but burst into laughter. Immediately he realized that he was a little rude and apologized hurriedly.
"Young master, you can't—"
"What can't be done? It's just a toy for two children..."
Wang Zi'an waved his hand casually. Seeing Wang Zi'an like this, the young woman didn't hesitate. She thanked him and turned to her daughter.
"Ying'er, why don't you thank the young master quickly -"
Seeing his mother's permission, the child took the candy man with a face of joy, carefully put it to his mouth and took a lick. His two beautiful big eyes suddenly narrowed. Only then did Wang Zi'an raise his head with satisfaction and asked casually.
"Sister-in-law, judging from your outfit, it seems that you make mobile meals, but why didn't you go to the West Market to set up a stall instead of coming to the East Market?"
There are many officials and nobles in the East Market, and the shops mainly sell luxury goods such as gold and silver utensils. Mobile stall snacks like these mainly rely on the peddlers who hang out in the West Market.
"Going back to Young Master, we were originally in the West Market, but we heard that the young lady from Duke Su's residence was going to throw hydrangeas in the East Market today to attract a bride, so we came to join in the fun."
Of course, when setting up a stall, one must join in the fun. Wang Zi'an nodded subconsciously, holding the mutton he just bought, and turned to walk away. Suddenly, his heart moved and he turned around suddenly.
"Sister-in-law, did you just say that someone wanted to marry someone with embroidery balls?"
"She is the young lady from Duke Su's residence."
At this point, the young lady changed her subject.
"This Miss Cheng Mansion is not only dignified and virtuous, but also looks as beautiful as a flower. She would be shy of a flower when she is in the moonlight..."
Duke Su's Mansion - Cheng Yaojin has a daughter?
Still as beautiful as a flower?
Why don't I believe it?
Wang Zi'an instantly remembered the description of Cheng Yaojin's appearance in the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties:
"He has a blue head, an indigo face and red eyebrows, a bronze helmet and iron armor, riding a big red horse, holding a big axe, and howling. He looks like a god of plague. It's scary to look at -"
Genetics tells me that most daughters look like their fathers.
"Sister-in-law, are you meeting this young lady from the Cheng family?"
Seeing that the young lady walking the stall spoke vividly and without seeming to be lying, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but ask curiously.
"This little woman is just a country woman. How could she be lucky enough to meet a young lady from someone else's royal family? It's just hearsay..."
The young woman shook her head, her eyes evasive. Wang Zi'an didn't notice the hidden change in her eyes and nodded casually.
As far as Cheng Yaojin's family status is concerned, even if her daughter is average-looking, not to mention the beauty of the moon, she can still pass the threshold of the marriage proposal team. As for throwing hydrangeas to attract a bride?
There is a high probability that this person looks like his father and cannot get married. He is trying to catch whoever he wants to trick him...
Wang Zi'an gloated and cursed.
He has traveled through the Tang Dynasty for more than half a year. Although he is very curious about the legendary Cheng Yaojin and others in later generations, he has no intention of making friends or clinging to them. The Tang Dynasty was prosperous and stable. Wouldn't it be nice for him to be a leisurely and contented rich man?
What's the benefit of having to get mixed up with those people?
I haven’t gotten tired of the ninety-six blessings in future generations!
In this life, I just want to have unhindered thoughts, be free and happy, and be a wealthy and contented idler in the country.
Therefore, he didn't take the vendor's wife's words seriously.
However, his feet turned around and walked with the flow of people.
Hydrangea is impossible to snatch, even if you beat it to death, but it is fun to watch. Grab hydrangea to attract a bride, how novel it is!
You think about how unreliable it must be for a living, grown-up girl to stand on the stage and be cast aside for the rest of her life. Not everyone is as lucky as Tang Monk. He hit a pretty scholar and took him home. What if he hit an ugly and old beggar in the right place?
Thinking of the fun, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and reveal a smile. At this time, the sun shines from the side and shines on his handsome face, making the whole person look even more elegant and ethereal, like an immortal.
The young street vendor couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
At this moment, there was a commotion among the crowd on the street.
"Look, look, Mrs. Cheng's carriage is coming -"
Everyone in the crowd cheered and surrounded us, especially some young men, who pushed forward as hard as they could. The young woman quickly lowered her head and pulled her daughter to the side of the road. Wang Zi'an looked up curiously.
I saw a group of guards not far away, guarding a spacious and exquisite carriage, coming towards them. Wherever it passed, it caused a commotion in the streets.
"Madam of the Cheng family, Xiaosheng, the seventeenth son of the Cui family, you are polite here——"
"Ms. Cheng, look at me, look at me, I'm Wang from the Imperial College - Ouch, who pushed me -"
"Ms. Cheng, I have admired you for a long time - oh, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, my hat -"
…
"Bah - a bunch of shameless bastards!"
Wang Zi'an secretly spit, you are a bunch of shameless guys, you guys have completely embarrassed you - but if you are very beautiful, it is not impossible to consider. By the way, is it difficult for this little lady of the Cheng family to grow up? Really beautiful?
He couldn't help but stand on tiptoes, raised the mutton in his hand, and pushed forward.
"Borrow the light, borrow the light, be careful to squeeze in some oil——"
Wherever he passed, there was a burst of curses, but Wang Zi'an didn't take it seriously and pushed forward on his own.
What he didn't know was that the moment he stood with his backlit and smiled, he happened to catch the eyes of the two people in the car, eliciting an exclamation like a nympho with a rough voice.
"Sister, sister, look, that handsome scholar, he is so handsome——"
At this moment, watching the carriage approaching, the window was suddenly opened without warning.
A surprise appearance!
There was a commotion in the crowd, and Wang Zi'an couldn't help but take a breath.
