The height is cold. Linglu Building is six stories high and is pink overall. The walls are painted with powder made of the flowers of the pepper tree. It has an aromatic smell, can also protect the wooden structure and prevent montworms. More importantly, it can keep warm in winter.

Han Yan noticed when he came up that the windows on the lower three layers were sealed with thick cloth, and some airy areas would be covered with curtains, and the charcoal fire would not be too cold.

The fourth floor is much higher, and the windows are sealed with thin visible wood boards. The light-transmitting performance is not bad than cloth, and the cold-proof effect is much higher. However, Han Yan didn't know what material this thin wood board is.

A faint fragrance of sandalwood filled my arms. In the hollow carved window, the thin sunlight shot into the thin wooden boards. The red fire slowly drifted from the fire, which merged with the sunlight, making it even warmer. The guqin stood on the desk, and there were a few branches of wintersweet that had not yet been fully opened in the vase. It was bright yellow and beautiful, and the whole room was so fresh and leisurely.

Of course, the most embarrassing thing at this moment is Liu Che. He was excited and exerted his courage, showing his heroic spirit, but suddenly forgot the lyrics. The scene seemed to be the stars holding a concert, singing out of tune under the attention of everyone. That embarrassment and embarrassment can definitely make people feel congested...

However, Liu Che is not an ordinary person after all. After he was ignored, he reacted very quickly. He hummed and cleared his throat, showed his domineering spirit, closed his sleeves, and glanced around. "I will write the lyrics today. When I see the beautiful lady, I will naturally give the second half to her."

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Everyone was speechless and was slackened with a heroic mood, but it ended abruptly. They felt very dissatisfied and were very disappointed. They also had a deep understanding of Liu Che's humiliation.

After a long time, everyone couldn't find the topic, so the painter said first, "Good words are in line with what I painted, and every word is perfect. Once this word comes out, it should be the best work in Chang'an City in recent years. When the sentences are chanted in the scenery, the artistic conception is profound, and the Huang Gu is a talented friend."

Liu Che was very helpful to being praised like this, and raised his hand and said, "You are so kind, just a trick of etiquette, not worth mentioning."

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I would like to praise you, but you really dare to brag about your cowhide to heaven... I didn't prepare in advance, and I spoke on the spot with my feelings. The whole man couldn't find such a master who could improvise, but in your eyes it has become a trick. So what are we? Is bird shit?

The arrogant man is arrogant and arrogant. This is everyone's impression of Liu Che. Even if you are really talented and have a lot of knowledge beyond us, if you lack good virtues, you are a person who does not understand elegance and has no character.

As for Han Yan, that's even worse, it's the same heretics.

Seeing that everyone didn't say anything and no one paid attention to him anymore, the atmosphere was cold, Liu Che curled his lips, knowing that he was too pretentious, so he winked at Han Yan, and the two brothers walked towards the fifth floor together.

However, this time it was not so smooth. I just wanted to lift the curtain on the fifth floor and was blocked by a strong man. I looked down on the two of them, "If you want to go to the fifth floor, you must first impress the seniors on the fourth floor. This is the rule of Linglu Building."

Liu Che frowned and looked back at the piano master, painter and others. Seeing that they ignored them, they realized that they had lost their demeanor just now and were not happy. If they forced themselves to break in, or show their identity and suppress others, it would damage their image if they were reported. But they were unwilling to retreat because the real beauty is on the fifth floor, and the first to fourth floors are just some customs women. I finally came out this day and I must not return empty-handed.

From ancient times to the present, when the boss encounters difficulties, he usually solves them. Han Yan has been with the society for many years and has many ideas. If he wants to go to the fifth level, he must first impress the seniors on the fourth level. So what if I directly impress the beautiful people on the fifth level?

So he pulled Liu Che to the painter's desk, borrowed white cloth and pens, and the two brothers hid in the corner and muttered...

"There is a saying in Chang'an City, and the clever and beautiful man is called Ling Meiren. It is said that he was not Sima Xiangru, but I was dissatisfied and wrote this poem. His poem says: It is as graceful as a scattered geese, as gentle as a dragon. The glorious autumn chrysanthemums and lush spring pine. It seems like the light clouds covering the moon, floating like the flowing wind returning to the snow. Looking at it from afar..."

...

Liu Che went up to five floors to meet the beautiful people, while Han Yan went out of Lingqi Tower alone and wandered around the city, wanting to find a wine house to solve the problem of food and clothing.

This is probably the sorrow of the "second brother". You have to give the opportunity to the elder brother. Only when you can you feel comfortable with others can you feel as if you are in water.

However, Han Yan did not feel regretful. Ling Jiameng's reputation has been passed down in Chang'an City for many years. She is over 25 years old and has an old woman. When we were twenty years old, she was in her thirties. Her face was marked with wrinkles and a broken body. When I think about it this way, I feel that no matter how beautiful she looks, it doesn't matter much.

Besides, what can I do if I see it?

The chicken is not powerful...

Chang'an City is as prosperous as the clouds. Walking in the noisy crowd, slowly shaking the folding fan, observing the various aspects of the world, there is always a leisurely feeling in my heart. But when I get used to seeing the tall buildings, I feel a little monotonous when I see these quaint styles of flying eaves and blue tiles. I have been walking for a long time before I see the building with carved beams and painted buildings, called "Fuguilou".

The red curtains, the veils drooped, and the silk ribbons fluttered, creating a hazy atmosphere. The floor was shiny, and four columns carved with inscriptions supported the sky. The table table was neatly placed in the hall. The three beauties on the flower table laughed and danced in a charming voice. This decoration and style alone was no different from the royal palace, and they were full of luxury and ecstasy.

Under the guidance of the young lady, Han Yan knelt on the mat, ordered a portion of grilled fish and rice, and looked around without any trouble.

He has recently fallen in love with "looking at people" because he is really bored and too lazy to study those things. He always has to find something to do, and looking at people is quite interesting.

Those who can come to Fugui Tower are either rich or noble people. At first glance, they are all high-ranking people, silk brocade, and gorgeous clothes.

After glanced around, Han Yan looked back and saw a middle-aged man in white clothes, with a simple dress and a slightly handsome face. He was talking to an old man wearing ethnic costumes. This was the legendary "wizard".

When Han Yan suddenly saw such a mysterious scholar, he couldn't help but take a look at it twice. He vaguely remembered the "witchcraft disaster" taught in the history textbook. Emperor Wu of Han made great achievements for thousands of years, but in his later years he made a big mistake. The witchcraft disaster became a stain on his life.

In the Han Dynasty, if cultural people were respected by the people, then those who were even better than cultural people were these mysterious scholars, who were the guests of honor that the kings and princes competed to attract. "Superstition" ran through China for five thousand years. No one knew whether there were dragons or gods, but marriage, funerals, housekeeping, etc., were all inseparable from these people who were engaged in mystery. Even in the new century, technology prospered, it was still difficult to get rid of "mysticism", good or bad luck, life and death, Feng Shui...

Seeing this kind of wizard, Han Yan was very interested, but he couldn't keep staring at him. Turning back, the young lady had already brought the food, nodded slightly to thank the young lady, and then slowly started to serve the meal, but his ears tried to look behind him.

"Die [dié] Wu, I came to Chang'an this time mainly to ask you to calculate the affairs of the little girl's posthumous story. Since he was deceived by the disciple Sima Xiangru, he has suffered a lot. I can't bear to suffer after the story, so I want to ask you to calculate." Ma Yi's middle-aged man said bitterly, and he was tasteless to eat at the banquet full of tables.

"The prince's grandson is the queen of the literary master, she is beautiful in appearance, proficient in music, good at playing the piano, and has a reputation for literature. She is a famous talented woman in Shu. Those who can make her fall in love with her must be ordinary people. I guess she is also a literati with both talent and beauty."

"Oh, this is a matter..."

Zhuo Wangsun was frowning and told the story in a casual manner.

Since the death of King Liang, Emperor Jing of Han divided Liang into five countries, and Liu Wu's five sons were all kings. Sima Xiangru was depressed and was dissatisfied, so he handed over his resignation and returned to his hometown in Linqiong, Shu County.

However, his family was poor and famous, but his life was quite difficult after leaving the appreciation of the princes and princes. It happened that in order to please the government, Zhuo Wangsun held a banquet to entertain the county magistrate Wang Ji. Sima Xiangru was Wang Ji's friend, and was also brought to the banquet. But after this dinner, Zhuo Wangsun realized that this was a very deep trap, all for his daughter and family property.

The Zhuo family is a wealthy man in Shu and the boss of the iron smelting world. They have 800 slaves, thousands of acres of fertile land, a garden of rich courtyards, and high chariots and four horses. They are rich enough to compete with a country.

However, his daughter Zhuo Wen has been widowed for many years, and her suitors have broken through the threshold, but no one can impress her.

Shortly after the banquet began, the county magistrate Wang Ji pretended to respect each other with Sima Xiangru, singing and reconciling, asking Xiangru to play the piano to show his fun. The liar immediately played a song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" prepared in advance. Because after he calculated that Zhuo Wen, he would definitely appreciate his reputation, either hide in the dark and peek or listen to the maid's report. No matter how bad he was, there would be rumors, and he would definitely hear this song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix".

As expected, Zhuo Wenzhen hid behind the curtain and peeked. She was proficient in the guqin. When the wonderful sound of the piano sounded, it was like a spring breeze, which instantly stirred up the ripples in her heart, attracted by Sima Xiangru's style, demeanor and talent, and developed a deep admiration.

That night, Xiangma Xiangru borrowed a lot of money from Wang Ji to bribe the servants around Zhuo Wenhou and conveyed her love, which made Wen Hou run away nightly like a moth to the fire, just for the person he loves in his heart.

Through careful planning and interpretation, Sima Xiangru performed seamlessly, with the right time nodes, without any traces, and advanced layer by layer, allowing Zhuo Wenjun to step into the trap set step by step. Without any gifts, he successfully hugged Miss Wanjin in his arms, and then took Zhuo Wen to his hometown overnight. But there were only a few dilapidated earthen walls left in his hometown...

No matter how great a love is, it must be supported by material life. Love without food and clothing is like a weed swaying in the cold wind. Unbearable, Zhuo Wen Hou took Sima Xiangru back to Qionglai, borrowed some money with his brother and opened a wine house.

After Zhuo Wangsun learned about this news, it really hurt his business tycoon's face. He was deeply ashamed, but he could not withstand the persuasion of his brothers and elders. He had to give Zhuo Wenhou a hundred servants and a million dollars, and also sent her clothes, quilts, and property when she got married.

So Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wen returned to their hometown with huge wealth, bought land, built luxury houses, and lived a luxurious life as rich people.

When people have no worries about food and clothing, they will think of fulfilling some wishes. When Sima Xiangru advised Liang King Liu Wu to create a portrait of Terracotta Warriors and Horses. Now his father-in-law has the most powerful iron smelting technology in the Han Dynasty, and there are both right time, place and people.

However, the production process of Terracotta Warriors is much more complicated than iron smelting. The terracotta Warriors, which are a life-sized and weighing 100 kilograms, have high technical requirements from clay sculptures, dried and transported to roasting. Although my father-in-law's family is a big iron smelting household, the iron smelting technology of the Han Dynasty was really not very good, and he could only be forced to give up because of the technical difficulties.

After successfully roasting thirty-six famous terracotta warriors and horses, Sima Xiangru suffered from diabetes (diabetes) and was bedridden, which caused Zhuo Wenhou to lose tea and food, and lost twenty kilograms in a month. Zhuo Wangsun was so distressed that he would not find a famous doctor to treat the liar, but he could not bear to have his daughter suffer. He could only come to Chang'an to find a "wizard" to calculate for psychological comfort.

"Diewu, look at this..."

"When I calculate it." The wizard started to mutter, muttering something in his mouth. After a long time, he deeply breathed a deep breath and said, "I am a woman with a bad fate. Although she was born in a wealthy family, she had several disasters. Now it is a disaster, which originated from Sima Xiangru. This son's heart is higher than the sky, and he wants to be the same as Emperor Qin Shi, who wants to be the poor, and he is looking for death. The Terracotta Warriors and Horses are so eccentric that the iron mud is cold. Even Emperor Qin Shi is dead, let alone a small soldier like him?"

"What should I do if you say this?"

"Do you have to deal with the Terracotta Warriors. As for the matter between Nai Nu and Sima Xiangru, I think it's better not to interfere more. With the song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", both of them are celebrities who have been passed down through the ages, and they can be regarded as the face of your parents Zhuo."
Chapter completed!