It was almost noon when we went out, and the streets were like tides and traffic, like a vast and endless stream of fire. This kind of scene would only appear at the feet of the emperor.

Those who are proficient in acrobatics perform on stage, beating drums and drums for rewards. Occasionally, pickpockets are waiting for opportunities to find their goals, silently calculate the time for the soldiers who are patrolling the city in their hearts, and there are rows of phoenix-story girls singing, which is when a young lady comes on stage to sing, dance, piano, or painting. If you take out your skills, you can keep the rewards for those who are wealthy in your family.

And a little famous young lady will not show her face in the hall. She has a room that is exclusive to them. Even if you are generous, if others don’t want to see you, they will disappear. This method is a common trick used by Fenglou. If anyone can see you, wouldn’t it be a very expensive thing?

Only by putting out the airs and raising the threshold can you see it when you want to see it, and then combining with your own skills will you show your value. Unless you are a talented man, you can recite lyrics and fu, and be a beautiful lady.

If you give me a poem and circulate it, it will enhance the young lady's fame, so money, appearance, and identity will not matter.

I often hear a essay by a talented man in Chang'an City, which makes the young lady in Fenglou greet him. It is really a matter of face-saving. For example, if anyone is not convinced, writes a better essay to poach the corners and step on the love of a talented man, so the two of them fight. Those with talent compare themselves with talent, while those without talent fight...

It is said that the most popular figure in Fenglou is Sima Xiangru, who is the top talent in the Han Dynasty. It is rumored that Sima Xiangru has no money to visit Fenglou, and even a beautiful woman is willing to offer her a poem for him.

Even if you are not as good as Sima Xiangru, as long as you make a real good word, you will be branded as a talented man, and you will never lack treatment and respect wherever you go.

The Han Dynasty was not as good as the Tang and Song dynasties to its peak, but the status of cultural people in the Han Dynasty was definitely more popular than that of poets in the Tang and Song dynasties. The Han Dynasty's demand for knowledge reached its limit. All rules, rules, laws, and systems needed to be supported by culture. Among them, verses and fu were a very important part of cultural activities. It was a treasure of Chinese civilization. It originated in the Han Dynasty and laid the foundation for countless famous works of the past generations, allowing the Han people's cultural level to transcend the times and stand on the top of the world.

When people have money and power, almost all powerful people will be on the road of pursuing culture because they want to improve their taste and temperament and elegance through literature. It is easy to obtain money and power, but it is difficult to find it.

Han Yan and Liu Che learned from those talents, put on blue moonlight clothes and tied their hair on their heads. In the winter, they held folding fans. This was the folding fan that was idle. The fan was covered with white cloth, and the lotus picture was painted on the cloth, which was stuck to thirteen slender bamboo slips. The part that closed the lower head was pierced with copper nails.

As soon as this thing was made, Liu Che couldn't put it down. He held the fan and slapped it, spread the half-moon fan, and slapped it up gracefully and slowly. He felt quite good about himself, and felt like a handsome young man, and his talent would be more than three points out of thin air.

But when using this thing to fan in the middle of winter, the people's eyes are not so friendly... Are these two fools?

However, the smart businessman has discovered business opportunities. Holding a fan in his hand can give him a little more chic temperament. He will definitely be welcomed by talented men, scholars, and officials who pursue elegance. He has an idea and is about to make a fortune.

"Brother, how can we just go to the place where there is Fenglou?"

"I'm following you, okay."

"I followed you too. Didn't you realize that I was always half a step behind you?" Han Yan deliberately lagged behind a little, signaling that you were the crown prince, and I dare not walk ahead of you.

"I'll go to you, hurry up and lead the way." Liu Che blushed. When Han Yan caught up, he raised his foot and kicked his ass.

"Where should you lead the way?"

"What do you think?" Liu Che glared.

"..." Han Yan curled his lips. The emperor and his son both have the same virtue. He wants to set up a archway when he is a bitch. He has to blame others for wanting to visit the kiln. He doesn't want to visit the kiln, but someone else takes me around...

The fourteen-year-old Emperor Wu of Han already understood the affairs of men and women, and naturally admired those beautiful women very much. However, he was not as old as a concubine, and could not bring the beautiful woman back to the prince's uterus. He was afraid of losing a bad reputation. Of course, he had to go out for a walk this time to satisfy his curiosity and pursuit of love.

It is simply that the beauty of the Han Dynasty and "prostitutes" were not on the side. Many of the concubines in the palace were born with a girl's neighbor. The social atmosphere was open, and prostitution did not exist. As long as it was not really accompanied with the customs, it was okay to go to Fenglou to watch the performance and ask scholars to share cultural experiences. If two good poems can be written, the reputation of the crown prince will be spread, which will also be considered as adding luster to the royal family.

But Han Yan had never visited Fenglou. He scratched his head and hooked his hand at the prince's uterus who was pretending to be yawning on the roadside. The soldier was stunned and rushed over. Han Yan kindly hooked his shoulders with him, pulling his 1.8 meters tall and hunched his back, then asked tactfully: "Well, this... do you know which young lady in Chang'an City is the best and the highest quality?"

"Miss?" The soldier was confused and didn't understand.

"Why are you so stupid?" Han Yansheng closed his hands undesperately and said, "When men like to go to the place they like to go the most, they will roll the sheets with women..."

As he said that, the palm of his hand was slapping three times, only meaningful and not verbal...

The soldier suddenly realized, his expression became extremely vulgar, and he was very happy. He was excited to master the secret of the crown prince. "Of course it was Lingqi Tower. He was conceited for his whole life. Who knew about his half-life's stupidity? Haven't Prince Yan heard this sentence?"

“…” Han Yan: “I haven’t heard of it.”

"Lingqi Tower is the most elegant Feng Tower in the Han Dynasty. However, it is said that there is no heroic status, but talent as the way. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter, and scholars can only stand. Only famous figures have seats. There is a monthly vocabulary conference. However, no talented man can meet Ling Meimei. It is said that only Sima Xiangru can impress her." The soldier said, secretly glanced at Liu Che, probably to express that the crown prince would suffer from frustration when he went there.

"This is the one, you can lead the way." Han Yan slammed the folding fan and slowly swayed it in front of his chest, claiming to be handsome, handsome, majestic, and handsome... Then he faced the cold North Fan.

"..." The soldiers were speechless.

When Han Yan just traveled through time, he wanted to build a 30-story high-rise building. Now it seems that it is not necessary to realize it. Because the man already has high-rise buildings, but unfortunately there is no glass and the windows are sealed with cloth. Just think of the wild wind passing through the high-rise building, blowing everything in the house, and blowing people's long hair like Mei Chaofeng, it is clear that living in a high-rise building is quite painful. He looked up at the six-story Linglu Building, but he didn't know how the top floor was sheltered from the wind.

Seeing the two brothers wandering here, the face of the guard leader who followed him changed slightly. If the crown prince was allowed to go in alone, if something happened, all the guards and family who came today would be dead within the three tribes.

If you don’t let ordinary people in, forcing yourself to break into the crown prince will ruin the interest of His Royal Highness. He is a dilemma.

Han Yan and Liu Che didn't care about that much and walked straight in. One was too confident and was so angry that he would be the emperor in the future. The other believed that he was "natural protagonist" around him. Even if someone really put a knife on Liu Che's neck, he would probably be struck to death by a lightning ray of lightning or suddenly had a heart attack...

The man has no nightlife, and noon is the most lively moment. There are servants in Lingqi Building, and they need to verify their identity before entering. Han Yan took out his identity copper seal and took Liu Che in.

Although the heroes are not judged by their identity, it is still possible to enter the house with the title of the descendants of the princes. No matter how awesome the entertainment venue is, it is just the back garden of the second generation ancestors. If you are angry, you dare to smash your place into wasteland. Even if you sue Your Majesty, you will only punish someone to think about your mistakes behind closed doors. As long as you do not violate the interests of the royal family, the emperor will not be very good at touching the princes.

When I entered the door, I saw a woman in plain clothes writing on a large white cloth more than two meters long. Her hands moved together and each wrote in words. Her writing style was magnificent, with one stroke and one stroke flying across the ink mark, which attracted people in the audience to cheer. The excited person slapped more than ten and a half taels of coins on the desk table. Naturally, a little girl came to collect the money, and the calligraphy and paintings were auctioned later. This was a must-have program for Fenglou, but Lingluolou was probably more advanced.

On the other side, it was like a wine house, and the atmosphere became much quieter. The literati were in groups of three or five, expressing their opinions on the words and essays on the desk, commenting on some of the works that have been circulated recently, learning the use of words and creative techniques between the lines, hoping to learn from others' strengths and weaknesses, and create excellent works in the future.

These two levels are the places where new people who have just entered the literati class stay. Going further up, it is something that people with talent and reputation can only go there, because people with talent and reputation can only serve as foils when entering. Sitting with others will make you feel inferior and be hit.

Han Yan and Liu Che who met, they had to go up again. Most of the literati on the second floor saw contempt and gloating... The toad cushioned the corners of the table, trying to climb the swans if they were alive.

The two brothers ignored so much. They had too high status and were too lazy to pay attention to these little fish and shrimps. It was not very interesting to trample on his family to death for three generations. Will the emperor be skeptical about the little people? It is a waste of time.

Looking up at the plaque "Caizi Tower" on the stairs door, the two brothers raised their feet and went up to the third floor. They immediately realized that the scenery changed and had an elegant atmosphere. The famous calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall, and the paintings of Jiangnan water towns on the screen were lifelike, with exquisite porcelain on the desk table. Each table had a beautiful maid standing beside them. On the stage, there was a beautiful young woman holding a large wooden board with words on it, so that everyone could guess riddles.

At this moment, seeing someone going upstairs, they were quite tender. The talented men looked at each other, looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know these two people, so the talented men stood up to greet them, and the riddle guessing program was also suspended, and everyone looked at the front of the building together.

"Xiang, I have met two of you, please ask your honorary title?"

"My name is daughter." Han Yan pointed at Liu Che and introduced: "He is the emperor's wife."

"Female Yan, Huang Jiao?" Xiang was stunned for a moment, astonished by the two strange names in front of him. He looked back at the talented men in the hall. Seeing that everyone was still shaking their heads, he turned around and asked again: "This floor of the famous talented men's building, everyone here is full of sings and poems. I wonder what masterpieces are there that can be equal to me?"

As soon as he asked this, Han Yan understood why the students on the second floor were gloating. The circle of contempt was everywhere, and they divided people into different levels, thus creating a class gap. You can make friends at any level, especially in feudal society.

Of course, Han Yan and Liu Che did not sing Ci Fu, but Han has never suffered much, and the confrontation of words is even less popular. "Since Brother Xiang talks about Ci Fu, then I wonder what famous sings are you singing?"

"The Words of His Issue" was written by myself." Xiang straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and looked arrogant.

Han Yan: "I haven't heard of it."

"..." Xiang's skin turned red in an instant, his ears became hot, and he felt humiliated, "What kind of masterpiece does that girl brother Yan have? Why not sing it to me?"

"My elder brother and I have limited time today, so it is not convenient to stay for a long time. I will reminisce about the past with you again the next day, and I will lose my companionship."

Han Yan bowed, pulled Liu Che and walked to the fourth floor, ignoring the poor and indulgent men who thought they were awesome.

Wasting time with these little minions is simply a killing of my own money. We are here to find happiness, not to be intrigue with these vulgar talents. I am still young, so it is important to maintain a pure heart. Being trapped in intrigue too early will make people look too cunning and not conducive to the healthy development of physical and mental health.

But his attitude was like slapping all the talents in the hall in the face. OK, everyone came up to attack them.

"Brother Yan, I have seen a shameless person, but today I realize that you are the best."

"A person without talent knows shamelessness, and a rude and vulgar people do not understand the rank of the nobles and inferiors. How dare you ignore us? Who gave you the courage?"

"The prince is unreasonable, who gave you the courage?"

With all the words of accusation, Liu Che was a little angry and narrowed his eyes to look at everyone. There was a domineering spirit in his pupils. Only then did he understand why he needed to use a ceremonial guard when going out.

It is to show royal dignity so that these ignorant things will offend us, and kill you will feel dirty my hands.

Han Yan frowned, but he was still too lazy to care about them. "See you next day, I will let you understand that the poem is not small Doyle."

When people said this, they thought that this female brother Yan was trying to save face, but in fact she had no talent inside. Now her words became even more arrogant and she started to laugh at her.

"Brother Yan is not a slut who has no pen and no pen, right?"

"If you have anything, why not talk like everyone. You are all talented people sitting there. You can solve your predicament in just a few words."

"If a person has no skin, don't talk about Linglu Tower, the palace can penetrate. People who don't understand the words and poems are ashamed to be the same as me. It's cold, so it's better to cover a few more layers of skin on your face."

Han Yan's face was a little overwhelmed by such a criticism. His eyes were like a torch to scan everyone, and his calm and loud voice resounded throughout the hall.

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors."

Pulling Liu Che into ignoring everyone, he turned around and continued to go up the next step, his back as calm as Mount Tai.

"Fall in love with the upper floors. I have to say sadness to write new words."

Going to the next level, the talents in the hall suddenly calmed down, because everyone was listening to his words, and these two sentences could already show a lot of things.

"Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk to you but stop."

Going to the next level, the sound of steadily stepping on the wooden board is so clear that it sounds in the hearts of the talents.

Han Yan turned around, Wang Zhi despised him, laughed with disdain at the corner of his mouth, and resolutely went upstairs with Liu Che. Only the lingering sound of a bell echoed on the third floor, leaving everyone speechless.
Chapter completed!