Chapter 290 The prince is also the best at coaxing women
Chapter 290 The prince’s ability to coax women is also the best in the world
Hangzhou has a population of over 500,000. In terms of population size alone, it was a first-tier city in the Song Dynasty after Tokyo and Bianliang.
The urban layout of Hangzhou is in the shape of a long and narrow "waist drum" from north to south, forming a unique "Southern Guanbei City" layout with a river and a lake.
Taking Linjiang Avenue as the axis, it divides into Shikui Lane, Chenghuang Pailou Lane, Chayuanqian Lane, Taimiao Lane, Yanguan Lane, Gaoshifang Lane and Baimamiao Lane to the west.
These criss-crossing alleys are called Twenty-Three Lanes.
Next to Baimaomiao Lane is the most prosperous market in Hangzhou.
The shops on both sides of the street are basically with black tiles and white walls, two-story cornices, and numerous signboards. There are also many small vendors along the street.
Wang Lin stood quietly at the entrance of Baima Temple Lane, staring at the splendid temple not far away, feeling lost in thought for a while.
He remembered what happened in his previous life...but the White Horse Temple he saw at that time was obviously a commercial building of later generations, but now it is truly authentic.
It is not for tourism, but to express the pure wishes for a better life from the people of Hangzhou who live in these streets and alleys.
One glance is like a thousand years.
Yan Qing glanced at Wang Lin's face, which suddenly became a little dazed, but hesitated to speak.
Wang Lin suddenly said softly: "Xiao Yi, if you have anything to say, just say it. I just thought for a moment that Hangzhou is so prosperous, far more prosperous than Qinglai. Tell me."
"Your Majesty, there is news that the Yanyun Inn where we are staying is being secretly monitored by people from the Hangzhou government. I am afraid that even the servants and waiters inside have been changed." Yan Qing lowered her voice.
road.
The three thousand Tiger Guards have been broken into pieces and infiltrated into Hangzhou for more than half a month. They have a thorough understanding of the situation inside and outside Hangzhou.
According to Wang Lin's arrangement, Yan Qing ordered the Tiger God Guard to focus on dozens of high-ranking officials from the two Zhejiang provinces, led by Qian Zhongshu, the transport envoy of the two Zhejiang roads. Every day, all kinds of information would be collected and collected at Yan Qing.
On hand.
In this era of highly primitive and backward information, the role of intelligence organizations is unparalleled.
Wang Lin finally understood why emperors of all dynasties established a secret service agency.
Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then smiled calmly and said: "Don't worry about it, but just in case, I'd better order someone to rent another house to be prepared. It's best to live in Liulin Lane."
"I obey my orders."
Wang Lin smiled: "Let's go and wander around as you like. There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. When we reach the paradise on earth, let's have some fun."
Yan Qing took the order and followed closely, even though he knew that his prince came all the way to Hangzhou not just for fun. He was busy with military and political affairs, so he had no time for such leisure.
"Osmanthus duck, bucket chicken, delicious, no money if not delicious..."
There is a dazzling array of delicacies and snacks of all kinds, and the aroma is fragrant.
Wang Lin couldn't help but ordered two steamed buns from a stall on the side of the road, and he and Yan Qing had a good time.
Lift up the lantern-like soup dumplings, put them down like chrysanthemums, with thin skin and large fillings, and the soup is filled with oil. Just one look at them will make you salivate.
Lift it gently, move it slowly, open the window first, and then drink the soup. After eating one bun, your mouth will be full of delicious flavor.
Yan Qing, a northern man, saw that Wang Lin was so elegant and expert in eating, so he couldn't help but said lightly: "My lord, have you been to Jiangnan before?"
Wang Lin nodded: "Been here."
Wang Lin knew why Yan Qing asked, but he couldn't tell Yan Qing that in a few years, eating Jiangnan's soup dumplings would no longer require a special trip to Hangzhou...
Suddenly, the crowd around him began to commotion, with many people running forward in a hurry.
Wang Lin looked up and heard a melodious sound of a chime not far away.
Immediately there was a loud sound of chanting sutras.
Wang Lin stood up and left.
A dark crowd of at least hundreds of people gathered around an empty field, in the middle of which stood a strange gilded statue.
The figure in the statue is sitting on a lotus altar, with radiant patterns carved on his back. He is wearing a monk's robe with wide sleeves. His expression is solemn and charitable, but he looks like a Buddha but not a Buddha.
There are two young men sitting on both sides of the statue.
Wearing a white turban, an earthy blue gown, and a wide gold belt around his waist.
In front of these two young men dressed in strange clothes, hundreds of men, women, and children were kneeling and worshiping.
The two young men closed their eyes slightly, shook their heads, and hummed softly in their mouths: "...the Pure Wind Mingshi combines the two powers of the five types of demons and the five bright bodies...The world is a medical medicine hall for the bright body, and it is also a forbidden system for dark demons.
Prison..."
Dozens of believers began to worship and chant in unison: "If there is an enlightened messenger who appears in the world to educate and transform all living beings and free them from suffering...he will decorate the palace hall, place a throne, and punish all good and evil people."
Envoy Huiming, this is also the case..."
Wang Lin's mouth twitched.
Cult!
After the two young men who looked like angels finished singing, they suddenly turned their hands and a melon hammer appeared from their wide sleeves.
They all tried their best to ring the iron chimes in front of them at the same time.
With a loud buzzing sound, two young and delicate girl faces suddenly emerged from the two green urns behind the statue...
Wang Lin's eyes tightened and he gasped.
Sure enough, two black pythons swam out, causing the crowd of onlookers to scream in surprise!
Human head and snake body!
Two "beautiful snakes" were swimming around the field, with expressions of confusion, fear and pain on their immature faces.
The worshipers became more devout and fanatical, chanting sutras louder and louder, and gradually more people fell to the ground.
Harvesting and cutting!!
Wang Lin gritted his teeth.
In his previous life, he had read in some ancient books that this kind of magic was used to artificially create monsters with human heads and animal bodies. It was actually the same as those in modern society that mutilated young children and created mutilated beggars for profit, but it was a hundred times crueler.
However, in these dark days, this inhumane magic has become the best gimmick for cults to attract followers and make money!
Seeing more and more people going from shock to confusion to fanaticism, Wang Lin couldn't bear to look at the two "human snakes" anymore, and an almost uncontrollable surge of murderous aura rose in his heart!
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Night falls.
The two teenagers who closed the stall loaded the statue of the god, the green urn containing the two beautiful snakes, and some other props into a carriage, then set up the carriage and turned into a secluded alley.
Deep in the alley.
Wang Lin showed his body, and Yan Qing lowered his voice and said: "Your Majesty, this cult is called Mingjiao, which is widely spread in the south of the Yangtze River. They have a branch in Hangzhou City, just behind the City God's Temple in the north. Have the manpower arranged properly, can they defeat them?
This stronghold?”
Wang Lin slowly shook his head: "Xiao Yi, these bastards deserve to die, and none of them can be spared! They must be caught one by one and eradicated. But if they dare to blatantly preach in the city and make money, they must be colluding with the Hangzhou government.
Within two days, find out the backers behind them..."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I won't let anyone go. What should I do with the ones I only rescued...?"
"Eighty percent of these children will not live long. They should be sent out of the city first and find a place to resettle them. But no matter what, as long as they survive for one day, let them live with dignity!"
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The winter in the south of the Yangtze River is cold and cold. Before the morning fog has dissipated, every household in Liulin Alley opened their doors, carried wooden buckets, and went to the river to wash themselves.
The door of Zhu's house opened slightly, and Zhu Shuzhen walked out, holding a large bag of things.
She walked out of Liulin Alley and went to a ready-made clothing store at the entrance of Yanguan Alley to deliver these works for women. She got dozens of pennies, got back a package of semi-finished products, and returned home.
This is her only livelihood.
She was born into a family of officials. Her father had been an official in western Zhejiang and her family was well off.
But his father died of illness, and his mother did not live more than two years after betrothing him to a petty official in Hangzhou.
Although her husband was a small official in Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture, with little future prospects, and he liked to gamble with prostitutes, Zhu Shu was not happy about his return, but she could still manage to get by.
Until one day this summer, when she accidentally went out and bumped into Qian Ziyi who came back drunk, her life completely changed.
Qian Ziyi only used one hundred taels of silver to ask the clerk to write a letter of separation and abandoned her.
And then, Qian Ziyi repeatedly sent people to talk to matchmakers, asking for her to be his foreign wife.
Unexpectedly, this weak but extremely stubborn Jiangnan woman, who lived in a shabby house and was in a desperate situation, would not change her ambitions. She answered him with a few words: I would rather die than become a stubborn creature.
In fact, she was mentally prepared to fight to the death.
However, Qian Ziyi never used force and just simmered it slowly.
Zhu Shuzhen finally made an agreement with Qian Ziyi that if Qian could write a poem that moved her heart, she would commit herself to it.
Just an excuse.
This leads to the West Lake Poetry Club outside the building.
Originally, Qian Ziyi carefully organized such a game. As long as everyone cheered and Pomeranian smiled happily, he thought Zhu Shuzhen might just accept her fate.
As a result...a Han Ting appeared halfway!
Qian Ziyi originally thought that a foreigner could produce some good poetry, but it was nothing more than making a fool of himself to contrast his "standing out from the crowd".
But that song "Falling Flowers" was like catching a fish in a row, and when the spring came out in the West Lake, he was instantly thrown into the underworld!
Zhu Shuzhen publicly expressed her preference.
How can Qian Ziyi not be angry?
Of course, Qian Ziyi didn't think that there was anyone in Hangzhou who dared and had the ability to steal the woman he liked!
Zhu Shuzhen was just about to enter the house when she suddenly saw the handsome young man who had appeared in the morning outside the building like a glimpse yesterday. He was standing there with a smile, his eyes were like bright stars and his temperament was out of the world.
Zhu Shu was really startled.
In fact, she just took advantage of Wang Lin's influence yesterday as a public mockery of Qian Ziyi, and never thought that Wang Lin could actually find Liulin Alley.
Wang Lin cupped his hands and said calmly: "What a lady."
Zhu Shuzhen smiled slightly: "Mr. Han?"
"I live in Yanguan Lane next door. I have long admired the real lady as the most talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River, so I came here to visit you."
A hint of alienation appeared at the corner of Zhu Shuzhen's elegant mouth: "I don't dare. Mr. Han is a great talent in the world, and Shuzhen is just a female, with a little knowledge of writing."
Wang Lin chuckled: "A true lady is too modest. A true lady has a great reputation. The next time she enters Hangzhou, she will be like thunder."
Zhu Shuzhen looked around with her beautiful eyes and said calmly: "Even so, Shuzhen is an abandoned wife and is alone at home. She really can't invite the young master to come in. Young Master, please come back."
From the corner of his eye, Wang Lin had long noticed that there were many people poking and staring at the Zhu family in the streets. It was probably Qian Ziyi's manpower, but he came prepared or deliberately, so how could he give up halfway.
"If it is really inconvenient for you to live at home, why don't you have a cup of tea with me at the adjacent Wanfu Tower and ask me for advice?"
Zhu Shuzhen's face turned cold.
Although she admired Wang Lin's poetry skills, she also felt that his abrupt visit today was nothing more than frivolous. In essence, he was no different from Qian Ziyi.
"There are differences between men and women. It is inconvenient for me to give and receive privately with the master. I would like to ask the master to retreat, so as not to get into trouble."
Zhu Shuzhen turned around and walked in. Just as she was about to close the door, she heard Wang Lin chanting: "Twelve lanterns of a dangerous building, one melody for each langan, and one for sorrow; Thousands of scenes cannot be blown behind the curtains, and the general heart is filled with all sorts of sorrows; Listen to banana trees at night when the windows are open.
Rain contains thousands of sorrows in one leaf."
Wang Lin said again: "I dare to say that I am the only person in the world who can understand the sorrow of separation in the poems of a true lady and the resentment in her heart, and I will definitely not let the lady 'vomit all her hatred with all her heart, and turn her eyes into every word of sorrow'"
of."
Zhu Shuzhen looked stunned.
The above are all written by her in the past one or two years due to her incomprehensible mood. Unexpectedly, the person in front of me has read through them and is considered a close friend.
Zhu Shuzhen looked deeply at Wang Lin and suddenly stepped aside: "Young Master... If you meet friends with literature, Shuzhen will offer you a cup of tea and talk freely with you. But if you are like those muddy things and try to humiliate Shuzhen, then you still have to invite me."
Return."
"My true wife, I have a misunderstanding. I am visiting you today, and there is absolutely no disrespect in the least."
Yan Qing stood there from a distance and saw Wang Lin following Zhu Shuzhen into Zhu's house in a graceful manner. He thought to himself: The prince's martial arts skills are unmatched in the world, and his literary talent is probably the only one in the world. But his ability in both civil and military skills is not as good as his ability to coax women!
Zhu Shuzhen’s study room is very elegantly decorated.
Wang Lin must be the first foreign man in her study.
Zhu Shuzhen lit sandalwood, brewed fragrant tea, and then sat across from Wang Lin at the desk, which was covered with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
"Young Master Han is very talented in poetry, which Shuzhen has only seen. I wonder if you will have any new works when you come to Hangzhou?"
Zhu Shuzhen handed over a wolf hair.
Wang Lin smiled, knowing that this was a test.
It is estimated that in the eyes of this talented woman of the day, the occasional flash of inspiration for one or two poems is nothing. Only when she has published many poems and her level has not deteriorated can she be considered a true literary master.
Wang Lin did not show any pretense, and simply wrote: "The meeting awakened the dream of Qiantang, and Wu Chen sang in the shadow of his hair. He leaned on the pole to judge the flowers, recognized the flag and sold wine, and experienced the miracles of singing and singing. Blowing incense and making the blue green. There is the style of the willows on the slopes, and the plum blossoms bloom.
Moonlight. Painted drums and red boats filled the lake with spring water and travelers on broken bridges. At that time, there were no handsome couples. There were so many flowers in the sky, moon and earth, and people were separated by clouds. But they carried green smoke, and even attracted egrets. They repaired the river and said goodbye after getting drunk. I remember this time. Again
Breaking willows and piercing fish, appreciating plum blossoms and driving snow. There are lakes and mountains like this, and people would be able to endure them even more."
Zhu Shuzhen's beautiful eyes were shining brightly: "Young Master is indeed a great talent. It seems that he is also an old guest of Qiantang."
Zhu Shuzhen recited silently, with mixed emotions in her heart. This Que poem was very suitable for her and matched her style. How could she know that Wang Lin had chosen it deliberately.
However, Zhu Shuzhen's expression suddenly changed. She stood up suddenly and said with cold eyes: "You are definitely not from the Han family in the capital. You pretended to be a slave and came to the slave's house. What are your intentions?"