More than half a month has passed since Li Yuanjia's funeral. The funeral that caused a sensation in Chang'an City eventually became the talk of countless people after dinner. Respect is for sure, but it will indeed become a story, and then be passed down from generation to generation, told by adults. The villain, or he said it in an admiring tone during casual conversation, saying that he would eventually become a person like Prince Li Yuanjia.
Then time passes, until two or three generations later, when the new generation of young people hear it, they may no longer respect him, but instead think that he is really stupid.
The values of learning from Prince Li Yuanjia and taking Prince Li Yuanjia as an example, which may have been very popular in the past, have gradually gone unmentioned and may only appear in certain literary works.
And these are the tears of the times.
The only lesson humans learn from history is that humans never learn.
Future generations grieve, and future generations grieve without taking note of it, which also makes future generations mourn for future generations again.
Li Ke is sitting on the street of the Evernight City of the Tang Dynasty. He will leave for Qinghai tomorrow. After all, winter is not suitable for traveling. This time, not only Li Ke but also Li Yan will go to Qinghai.
It is impossible for Li Ke to let Li Yan be like before and ride back to Chang'an directly. When he goes there this time, it will definitely not be the same as before, so the road must be very slow.
Before leaving, Li Ke specially came to the Everlasting City of the Tang Dynasty to have a sip of tea and take a look.
He was wearing simple clothes. Although they were not linen, they were the most common silk clothes. Now the price of cloth in the Tang Dynasty was stable and falling, and the income of the people in Chang'an City was constantly increasing, and some people were able to buy luxury goods. A suit made of silk.
So this dress is not conspicuous at all.
Although Li Ke has short hair, it is not obvious that he is wearing a fake hair crown today, so no one can recognize Li Ke as long as he is not the top group of people in the Tang Dynasty.
After all, this era is not like future generations, where information is exploding all over the sky.
This is also thanks to the fact that Li Ke did not spread the sketch of his face, otherwise he would not be able to drink tea leisurely like this now.
He just wanted to see the lives of these people, although he also knew that the sacrifice of a prince could not affect the lives of ordinary people. Even if the prince died, let alone the emperor, ordinary people still had to live their lives as they should.
It doesn't have much to do with them, life has to go on, right?
Only Li Ke decided for himself that he was different from before. At least he might not be as relaxed as before, or at least his mood would not be as relaxed as before.
But now, Li Ke is not in a sad mood, if one looks forward.
Even if he died, Li Ke didn't expect anyone else to grieve for him except his closest relatives.
So Li Ke is in a relaxed mood now.
While he was drinking tea, two scribes soon came next to him and sat down. After asking for a pot of tea from the boss, they drank while looking at the scenery on the street.
"Wulang, what are your plans today?" After drinking for a while, a person on the left asked.
"What arrangement? What arrangement do you want?" Another scribe who was slightly shorter and fatter asked with a smile.
"Hey, of course I'm asking whether you want to recite poems and write poems, or travel around the mountains and rivers." The scribe on the left chuckled twice at the beginning of the question.
Hearing these words, Li Ke, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but paused. This...can't be right? It probably didn't mean what he guessed. Although he understood it instantly, it was...impossible. How could anyone else have this habit?
"What kind of mountain is this and what kind of water is this?" The short, fat scribe paused and couldn't help asking.
"Hey, you're just boring. Do I still need to say this?"
"Listen to me, what is this mountain? Two peach blossoms stand on the top of the mountain, and you can watch the mountain show with the fingers. The milky crystal sings softly to the sky, and the peaks and peaks are different in size." The scribe on the left opened his mouth and wrote a poem.
"Needless to say more about this water: my legs and feet are as white as jade, and there are so many diseases in the forest. The clear spring on the stream is a trickle, and when will the water stop covering my fingertips?"
Looking at the scribe who was shaking his head, Li Ke fell silent.
He couldn't help but fell into deep thought, no, who is the source of this habit? Wouldn't their husband be pissed to death?
What a nice sightseeing tour.
Your husband spent all his energy on letting you learn cultural knowledge, but in the end you just used it for this?
I want to severely criticize this behavior.
"Hey, brother, do you have a good place to go?" The short and fat scribe laughed twice, understood instantly, and said directly.
"Needless to say, we must go to Yihongyuan. Who doesn't know that Yihongyuan has the best business? Although the price is a bit more expensive, some brothels can't compare to the price of Yihongyuan, but considering the price they paid The venue fee, clothing fee, and the performance fee for the young lady’s hard work are all reasonable." The scribe on the left nodded.
"Then I wonder what theme the eldest brother is going to choose?" the short, fat scribe rolled his eyes and asked.
"How can I say this? This is personal privacy. Didn't you see that Yihongyuan is well hidden? Otherwise, why don't you tell me which theme you are going to go to?"
"Hey, forget it, let's go together and make an appointment to come out together tomorrow." The short, fat scribe thought for a while and nodded simply.
"No problem, but it shouldn't be a problem if you don't go back tonight, right? Is your wife okay?" When the scribe on the left mentioned his wife's son, his tone was somewhat strange.
"Hey, don't worry, although her family status is indeed higher than mine, but what does that matter? I don't want to take a concubine." The short and fat scribe said simply.
"Okay, let's go." The scribe on the left stood up directly.
"Go now?" The short, fat scribe was stunned for a moment.
"Of course, otherwise, the reservations for tonight will definitely be full. As for whether you can hold on until tomorrow, it depends on you, Goro." The scribe on the left said simply.
"That makes sense, then let's go."
The two people stood up and drank the tea in the cup.
Li Ke: "..."
He really wanted to say something to the short, fat scribe, maybe you are not a brother-themed guy.
But naturally he can't interfere with Yihongyuan's business... I can only say that the owner of Yihongyuan knows how to play.
What? The owner of Yihongyuan gave me a share? Forget it, Li Ke decided that he would donate the members of Yihongyuan. He somewhat regretted it. It would be so embarrassing if other people knew that this idea came from me in the future. Why couldn't I think about it at that time? Woolen cloth?
Fortunately, this news was only known to a small area, and Li Ke himself told it. However, the owner of Yihongyuan was sensible enough and never told the news to the outside world from beginning to end.
After slipping away, Li Ke stood up, paid the bill with the boss, and left.
Facts have proved that it is enough for the operation of Datang's Evernight City to get better and better. I, Li Ke, have really clever methods, otherwise these people would not be able to flock to us like this.
