Feng Dynasty, Shengqian twenty-three years, the seventh day of April.
Gyeonggi Province.
Xanadu.
The spring mood is fading, merchant ships are coming one after another on the Yong'an Canal, and the bustling West Market is full of human fireworks.
The streets are full of people, everyone is smiling, the streets are lined with shops, and the dazzling variety of goods is dizzying; the sounds of selling one after another are endless; the fragrance floating in the air makes people have endless aftertaste; the rising sun in the east brings to the eyes The prosperous West Market adds a bit of charm and poetry.
"It doesn't look like a dream."
Chu Ling was sitting on the stone steps, holding a bottle of fine wine in her hand. The spicy taste in her mouth made Chu Ling smile and shake her head.
"What does it mean if it's just the Feng Dynasty?"
"Could it be that the way of traveling is wrong..."
Chu Ling felt a little sad.
In his previous life, he was born into a poor family. Through hard work, he got into a double first-class university and got excellent grades. After graduation, he worked hard in society for many years and was considered successful in joining a certain circle. However, he also lost a lot, family affection, love, health...
Chu Ling didn't expect that she would travel through time.
The Feng Dynasty, a dynasty that has never been heard of, is similar to ancient China.
If you really want to follow the picture, the Feng Dynasty is very similar to the Tang Dynasty.
The original owner is also named Chu Ling, and he is a scholar. According to normal logic, Chu Ling will know all about the original owner, either he is a farmer's son, his father is stubborn, his mother is partial, his father is stupid and filial, his mother is a bitch, and he has several selfish relatives. , living a scheming farm life, either a prodigal son with a loving father and a filial son, living an extravagant life of spending a lot of money, or having both parents die and carrying a slut...
Unfortunately it is none of these.
The original owner went to Beijing to take the exam and failed to get a spot on the gold medal list. He ran out of Shangdu City alone. He wanted to drink away his sorrows, but he accidentally slipped and fell into the Cao River and was rescued by a middle-aged Confucian scholar who was passing by.
Something bloody happened.
The original owner who was rescued lost his memory and forgot everything except his own name.
He also had no identification documents with him.
For the next three years, the original owner followed the middle-aged Confucian scholar to live in seclusion in a dilapidated temple on an unknown mountain, washing clothes, chopping firewood, carrying water for cooking, studying classics, practicing swordsmanship, identifying herbs, meditating, and living a leisurely life. .
Until half a month ago, the original owner died without any illness, and Chu Ling came here.
Chu Ling, who knew all this, could accept it calmly, and even felt a little lucky.
After all, he is just a passerby, and there is no need to do things that go against his true nature in order to adapt to his new identity.
It’s quite good to have no memory.
After all, the obsessions and worries he had had had little to do with him.
"Should we find a place to live first?"
"Should we go do some errands first?"
Chu Ling, who was in a better mood, looked at the bustling Western Market in front of her with her deep eyes.
There are many merchant ships passing through the Yong'an Canal.
This time when Chu Ling came down the mountain and came to Shangdu, she had something to do.
However, Chu Ling did not expect that the imperial capital of the Feng Dynasty would be so majestic and magnificent. Its permanent population alone exceeded one million, and it was known as the most majestic city in the world!
The breeze comes slowly.
A moving carriage slowly stopped. Two strong horses snorted and swayed their shiny ponytails. The body was made of black nanmu. The landscape flowers and plants carved outside the carriage were very realistic. The small flag moved with the wind, with the word "Dugu" written on it.
The exquisite curtain made of silk was lifted, and a young scholar walked out of the carriage. The young man in Tsing Yi who accompanied him hurriedly placed the horse stool. The young scholar stepped on the horse stool and walked down. He looked at the dock where he stopped with his deep eyes, and saw A young man sitting on the stone steps, drinking, frowned slightly.
"Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can we be from Penghao?"
An uninhibited voice sounded, causing the young scholar who was about to leave to turn around in surprise.
I thought the young man in front of me was getting drunk here.
I think it was at the Wangyou Lake Poetry Festival.
Just hearing that poem made the young scholar change his mind.
He has read a lot of poetry, but he has never heard of this poem.
"Mr..Gongzi."
The young man in green clothes on the side looked at his young master in confusion.
This poem is so wonderful!
The more carefully the young scholar appreciates it, the more extraordinary he feels.
Just throw your head up to the sky and laugh loudly before going out. How can we be the Penghao people!
It expresses lofty sentiments and ambitions, unwilling to follow the trend of the world, and wants to achieve something great!
Um?
Chu Ling picked up her baggage and was about to leave. When she turned around, she realized that there were two more black shadows in front of her eyes.
Look up.
But he saw a carriage parked on the pier and two people standing looking at him.
The young man in front of him was about in his early twenties, with a thin figure, fair skin, and bright red eyes. He was wearing a purple silk gown, a jade-inlaid brocade belt around his waist, and holding a purple bamboo fan in his hand. He was looking straight at him.
The boy beside the young man is very handsome.
Child molestation?
Chu Ling secretly laughed in her heart, deliberately moved a few steps to the side, and walked up the stone steps.
Among the scholars in ancient times, there were always those who liked Long Yang, and the book boys who served them were more than just book boys.
"Brother, please stay."
Seeing that Chu Ling was about to leave, the young scholar hurriedly stretched out his purple bamboo fan and stepped forward to block Chu Ling's way. "I dare to ask, brother, but are you going to participate in the poetry meeting held by the Seven Colleges?"
Chu Ling raised his head and looked at the young man blocking his way.
"no."
Chu Ling shook his head slightly and said in a calm tone: "You are blocking my way."
The young man looked at Chu Ling.
The handsome face, with clear features, thick eyebrows slightly raised, and a high nose bridge, exuding an angular and cold look, made the young man lose his mind for a moment.
"Brother, don't blame me."
The young man's cheeks were slightly red, and he raised his hand and said in salute: "Brother's poem just now, 'Look up to the sky and laugh loudly and go out, how can I be a Penghao people?' I have heard that it is a rare masterpiece. May I ask if this poem was written by my brother?" I’m Duguhan, you still don’t know your brother’s name?”
Dugu, this surname has a very high status in the Feng Dynasty and is one of the Nine Pillar Kingdoms.
When ordinary people hear this surname, they are very respectful and even fearful.
"Chu Ling, the Ling who towers over the valleys and into the sky."
Looking at the young man named Dugu Han in front of him, Chu Ling's eyes naturally turned to his chest, and he smiled slightly and said: "Brother Dugu, if there is nothing else to do, I will leave first."
After saying that, no matter what Duguhan thought, Chu Ling bypassed the two people in front of him and walked forward slowly.
"You are so rude."
Seeing Chu Ling being like this, the young man in green frowned and looked at Chu Ling's back, "My young master is asking politely like this, how can you do this!"
"Feel sorry."
Chu Ling continued walking, turning her back to Duguhan and waving.
This man is quite proud.
Looking at Chu Ling's back, Dugu Han raised his lips slightly.
Thinking of the poems I just listened to, if I take part in a competition at Wangyou Lake, I am afraid that the poetry competition jointly organized by the seven major academies will compete for the top spot!
Among the seven major academies in Shangdu, this is a private school comparable to the Imperial College.
Many young talents in our country dream of entering this holy land.
"Please wait a moment."
Duguhan stepped forward and said, "I would like to invite Brother Chu to drink. Is it convenient?"
"inconvenient."
Chu Ling carried the baggage and looked at Dugu Han who was chasing him, "I'm going to the Shunguo Duke's Mansion. Please forgive me, Brother Dugu."
Chu Ling didn't want to have anything to do with a stranger who met by chance, a pretty face with a respectable status, and a handsome book boy by his side.
Chu Ling could see Duguhan's expression just now.
"Mr...Mr., this person is very rude."
The young man in green clothes was a little angry. He pointed to the direction Chu Ling left and said to Duguhan: "This slave just saw this person and he clearly looked towards..."
"Lian Xin, how do you think the poem Chu Ling read compares with the seven talents tentatively selected for the Wangyou Lake Poetry Meeting?"
Duguhan held a purple bamboo fan and looked at Chu Ling's leaving figure.
"My slave feels...that poem alone can tell the difference between the superior and the inferior."
Lian Xin was stunned for a moment, thinking carefully about what she had just heard and giving her own evaluation.
Although Chu Ling behaved very rudely.
"Send someone to find Xiao Zhiyi and go to Shunguo Duke's Mansion. I want to know the origin of this person."
Duguhan thought for a while and said with an arrogant expression: "You must be a great talent to be able to write such a poem. I want to know whether it was he who wrote this poem or someone else."
"Young master, do you want to recruit this person into the Black Bird Division?"
Lian Xin said in surprise.
"Xuanniao Division, not just anyone can enter if they want to."
Duguhan raised his lips slightly and said, "First find out the details of this person. If this poem is really written by him, I have a good idea."
"Slave, please obey."
Lian Xin hurriedly bowed her head in response, then turned and left.
Duguhan is standing on the dock. Well, this is not her real name. Her true identity is Huangfu Jingyu, the third princess of the Feng Dynasty.
Dugu, this is the surname of her mother's family.
Those smart eyes were shining with a brilliant light.
Chu Ling, the Ling who towers over the valleys and into the sky.
This person is really crazy.
It would be interesting if such crazy students could defeat young talents from all over the world in the Poetry Festival of Wangyou Lake as Xuantiao Si.
But this Chu Ling is going to Shunguo Duke's Mansion, does it have anything to do with Li Qing?
I have never heard of a son of this age in Duke Shun's palace. Could it be that he is Li Qing's illegitimate son?