It was snowing like goose feathers and it was all day long. In the evening, the whole house was covered with silver and like ice sculptures.

Fang Jun felt very upset. He returned to the study and moved a stool to sit in front of the window, pushed the window open a gap. The cold wind blew on his face and the snow powder was flying. Only then did he feel more comfortable.

Several dead plum trees in the corner of the yard are rugged with branches, while a tall cedar outside the wall is proudly welcoming the snow.

I touched the back of my head and there was a big bag there. It was caused by falling off a horse a few days ago and accidentally kowtowed the stone. This caused my previous man to be in a coma for several days, and was taken over by his soul to return to the sun and occupy the magpie's nest.

Even the memories of the past are preserved.

The original name Fang Jun was Yi Ai, and his name was written in line, so people in the world called him the character, not his name.

Fang Xuanling is a cultural person and is a writer, so he mainly cultivates his descendants' children, and hopes to pass on his poetry and books.

The eldest son's wife is fine. Although he lacks a little spiritual energy, he is kind-hearted and hardworking and serious. He is a square gentleman and has always had a good academic performance.

But when it comes to Fang Yiai, it is not the case at all. This guy is a little slutty, has a stubborn temper, and seems to have no stubbornness in his mind, which is not very useful.

To put it bluntly, it's just a little bit...

The teacher taught some Four Books and Five Classics, and he could barely understand them, but most of them gave them all to Duke Zhou after a night's sleep...

But he failed to learn literature, but he had some talent in practicing martial arts.

Perhaps he was born with a good physique and had great love. Even a strong man could not compare to him. He followed a group of descendants of the nobles of martial officials and nobles all day long to play with swords and sticks, ride horses and hunt, and acted unruly and without any etiquette. He was also considered a bad boy and had a bad reputation.

Fang Xuanling was so angry that his liver hurt...

Fang Jun sighed helplessly. Thinking about the fact that he would have to marry the big witch Princess Gao Yang in three or two years, he was full of heart. Is it just fifteen this year, the sun at eight o'clock and the flowers of the motherland destined to wither in advance?

So I can't live...

Ruddy footsteps came from behind.

The little maid Qiaoer held a teapot and filled a cup of tea with the teacup on the table, and handed it to Fang Jun.

"It's very cold. I cooked tea and hung it for a while. The temperature was just right. The young master drank a cup to warm up his body."

The twelve or thirteen-year-old little loli blinked her big black eyes and looked at her young master with concern.

"Um."

Fang Jun was also a little thirsty, so he took the teacup without looking at it, and drank half a cup in one sip.

Then--

"puff!"

It spurted out suddenly.

"ah!"

The little maid Qiaoer was startled and jumped away like a rabbit, her trousers were still wet.

Fang Jun glared: "What's this thing?"

I looked at the half cup of tea in my hand. The tea was turbid. I smashed it, smashed it, and it had the spicy ginger, the salty salt, and even a bit of greasy mutton oil...

Then I remembered that I seemed to have seen some book that it was said that stir-fried tea appeared in the Ming Dynasty, and it was full of the pure and sweet original flavor of the tea. During the Tang Dynasty, I finely crushed the tea and added it with onion, ginger, salt and even juice in a pot and cooked it in a pot...

Is this also called tea?

It may be more appropriate to say it is soup.

For Fang Jun, who loves drinking tea, the unbearable level is only second after marrying Princess Gaoyang.

How could the little maid Qiaoer know about this? When she saw the young master spraying out all the tea, she took it for granted that she thought that she was not good at making tea. She was disliked by the young master. Her eyes were so red that she felt so aggrieved that she accidentally burned her hands when she was cooking tea...

But since the young master dislikes him, he has to be more attentive in the future. He thought about whether to add more lamb oil when cooking tea next time, or to add less minced ginger...

Fang Jun was in a mess, feeling that the whole world was against him, and he didn't notice the aggrieved look of the little maid crying.

If he knew what the little maid Qiaoer was thinking at this moment, he would probably have to vomit out a mouthful of old blood. For Fang Jun, who is used to drinking Maojian of Longjing, the tea from the Tang Dynasty would be a devastating person...

Just at this moment, the servant Fang Dahai came to report: "Young Master, Master Cheng Third Master, Master Du Er Du heard that the young master woke up and came to visit him. He is sitting in the flower hall for a while. Do you think you are invited to come?"

"San Gongzi Cheng, and the second Master Du?"

Fang Jun was slightly stunned. After thinking about it for a moment, he realized who these two were.

Cheng Yaojin's third son Cheng Chubi, and Du Ruhui's second son Du He.

These two are the playboys among the playboys in Chang'an City. They dare not do anything except bullying men and women. They have never done anything else, such as food, drink, prostitute, gambling, cheating, and cheating. They are famous two people on the street.

Fang Jun was in a bad mood and was not patient to see these two friends, so he wanted to ask Fang Dahai to send them away.

Suddenly, a light flashed in my heart.

A fox friend with a stunning reputation?

Have it!

Fang Jun was overjoyed and ordered the little maid Qiaoer: "Qiaoer, please change your clothes for me!"

Can't let His Majesty take back his life?

Humph, the mountain man has his own tricks!

*******

Before the hour of You, the clouds were as dark as lead, and every household in the city was already brightly lit.

The streets were covered with snow. Although there was a yamen runner of Chang'an and Wannian counties sweeping through the snow, the snow was too heavy. The front had not been cleared yet, and the back was already thick.

From the moment I came out, there were few pedestrians on the street until near Pingkangfang, I saw cars and horses huddled, noisy and lively.

Pingkangfang is a yard in Chang'an City, adjacent to the east city, adjacent to Chongrenfang on the north side of Chunming Avenue, and adjacent to Xuanyangfang on the south side, all of which are "Yaofangqu". Since the Shangshu Provincial Office is located in the east of the imperial city, nearby fangs have become gathering places for officials stationed in Beijing in other provinces and people entering Beijing from all over the country.

The filthiness of the past is not worth praising,

Today, I have no limits to my thoughts.

The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast,

See all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

This very famous poem was written by a man named Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty after passing the imperial examination. The whole article was full of the pride of becoming a disciple of the emperor. This man is a truly elegant person. After passing the imperial examination, his first thing was to ride a fast horse to appreciate the flowers.

If he naively thought that this guy was admiring peony or morning glory, he would probably roll his eyes.

Because most of the Tang Dynasty went to Pingkangfang for the first time after passing the imperial examination. What to do? Go to the brothel to find beautiful girls, which shows that the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty was open.

Although this fashion was in the Zhenguan period, the Tang Dynasty was first established, the Jinshi examinations for the former Sui Dynasty had stopped, and the imperial examination system that lasted for thousands of years had to be customized until the time of Emperor Gaozong, Pingkangfang had long been a place where literati and poets who pursued fashion trends flocked to it.

It can be said that Pingkangfang is a red light district specially opened by Chang'an City.

Horse riding on the bridge,

Red sleeves are on the floor.

Which man would not be eroded by such a gentle place, and would be willing to be drunk and not wake up?
Chapter completed!