The curfew is left. Although the crowds on the Qujiang River dispersed, there are still many young men and sons of the noble family who are still stranded. The Longwu Army turned a blind eye. There are still a large number of pleasure boats floating on the surface of the Qujiang River!

In the apricot garden, a large area was poured down in a row. According to the usual rules, the Qujiang banquet was a banquet that lasted all night long. The Jinshi was drinking like drinking water. But now it was replaced by a high-level white wine like Anxi Shaochun. It was just dark and when the candles in the garden were shining brightly, most people were already drunk and unconscious.

"The wine Chen Lang tastes delicious!"

Yan Zhenqing said with a flushed expression that he was following Zhang Changshi and his alcohol tolerance was also excellent, but he was not as careless as others. Moreover, when he was drunk today, he wrote as if he had the help of his gods, and the words he wrote made him very satisfied.

"It's a pity that Master Zhang is not here, otherwise Master Zhang would be able to do something again..."

Chen Guang knew that the teacher Zhang in Yan Zhenqing was Zhang Xu from the Three Juelius in the Tang Dynasty. Many people called him Zhang Dian. His calligraphy is the best today, and Yan Zhenqing regarded him as his teacher.

However, this Zhang Changshi went to Luoyang to live in last year, which made Chen Guang feel quite regretful. Who made Zhang Changshi really a person with a temperament? This crazy man who ran naked on the street when he was young and dyed his hair and made a pen with his head.

"Brother Yan, I wonder if Zhang Changshi is healthy?"

"Master Zhang is in good health, can eat five kilograms of meat a day, and drink like a cow."

Speaking of teacher Zhang Xu, Yan Zhenqing's face was full of energy. People in the world admired Mr. Zhang's calligraphy. He was considered to be a true master among Zhang's disciples. He has always respected this teacher very much.

"Brother Yan, do you say that someone ordered someone to invite Zhang Changshi to Chang'an to talk to you?"

Chen Guang knew that Zhang Xu was tired of the troubles of the powerful and noble families in Chang'an City who sought his calligraphy, so he moved to Luoyang. The reason why he did not go to remote places in the countryside to live in seclusion was because the most prosperous cities in the world were Chang'an and Luoyang, and only here could he drink all kinds of fine wines in the world.

Du Fu also came over beside him? He wrote the song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking? But for Zhang Changshi, he had been intimate with him for a long time. If he had the chance to ask for help from Zhang Changshi himself, he would not have missed it.

"Chen Lang just needs to order someone to take a corner of Anxi Shaochun to Tongtuo Street, Luoyang? Master Zhang is afraid that he will come to Chang'an at night."

Thinking of his teacher's drunkenness, Yan Zhenqing was sure that once Master Zhang had tasted the taste of Anxi-burning spring, he could no longer drink other wines.

"It's so good, please ask Brother Yan to write a letter? I'll send someone to Luoyang tomorrow."

Chen Guang said happily? Zhang Xu was addicted to drinking as he was, and he was 80% sure to take this Cao Saint to Anxi. To be honest, this Cao Saint was really meaningless to stay in Luoyang. It would be better to go to Anxi? At that time, the Anxi army will go west for thousands of miles? The territory will be expanded, Li Du Cen Gao wrote poems for him, Zhang Yan wrote books, and Wu Daozi painted them. This is the Anxi in the Tang Dynasty in his mind.

"Get a pen!"

Yan Zhenqing did not hesitate? Chen Lang was generous and heroic, with the legacy of the ancients? Especially with the alcoholism, he was the most polite to Master Zhang. Instead of letting Master Zhang feel depressed in Luoyang, why not come to Chang'an to gather? What's more, if Master Zhang drinks Anxi to burn spring in the future? And knows what happened today? He will blame himself.

But in an instant, Yan Zhenqing wrote a letter, Chen Guang laughed loudly, and then handed it to Lei Wanchun himself, "Wanchun, as soon as the city gate opens tomorrow, you go to Luoyang and invite Zhang Changshi to Chang'an."

"Yes, husband."

Lei Wanchun was also a little excited when he received the letter. Even though he was a martial artist, he had heard of the name of Zhang Changshi.

Chen Guang couldn't help but become proud. He suddenly realized that he had done something amazing. The group he formed was probably the Tang Dynasty. When he returned to the four towns of Anxi, the royal family and officials of the four towns would be crazy. When a living legend appeared in front of them, it would definitely enhance these people's loyalty and cultural centripetal force to the Tang Dynasty.

"Chen Lang, why are you happy?"

Li Heng came over to find an opportunity. At this time, there were not many people awake at the banquet. He couldn't help but be curious when he saw Chen Guang laughing freely.

"Brother Feng, you came just right. I have something to ask for?"

"What's the matter with Chen Lang? What do you and I say to ask for anything?"

Li Heng was happy. After spending so long with Shen Guang, Chen Guang still turned his head and asked him for help. This made him decide that no matter what Shen Guang wanted, he would agree.

"Brother Feng, do you know Wu Daozi?"

"Of course I know that this person is called the Painting Saint of the Times, and is worshipped in the palace. He cannot paint unless he is ordered."

Li Heng said strangely that although Wu Daozi is famous, he is just a mere painter in his eyes. I don’t know what Chen Guang suddenly mentioned what this person did.

"Brother Feng, you cannot paint unless you are ordered. How cruel is the master of painting like Wu Daozi? I want to ask Dr. Wu to go to Anxi to paint. I don't know if it is feasible?"

Listening to Chen Guang's words, Li Heng frowned. He couldn't make a decision on this matter. Wu Daozi really liked him. He could not paint even if he was not allowed to paint. It was his imperial edict.

"Chen Lang, what's the use of asking me about this?"

"I heard that the prince has always been kind and wants to ask Brother Feng to ask the prince for me..."

Li Heng couldn't help but be happy when he heard this. He had a kind name in Shen Lang's heart. He thought that when he came, he would talk to Aye, and maybe Aye would let Wu Daozi out of the palace.

"Chen Lang, I'll give it a try, but if the prince can succeed, I can..."

When Li Mi met him next to him, he thought that this Chen Lang was really a good method, so that His Highness the Crown Prince willingly helped him ask the saint to let Wu Daozi free.

After the conversation, Chen Guang asked the chef to deliver sobering soup. There were a lot of pleasure boats floating on the Qujiang River outside, waiting for them to continue the banquet and sell at the charity.

...

On the official road outside the Xingyuan, Li Longji, who was casually packed from the Daming Palace, was in a carriage. From a distance, he heard the loud shouts from the Qujiang River outside, "It's a fight, it's a fight!"

When Li Longji opened the curtain of the carriage, he saw that there were many young and young families and slutty playboys on the banks of the Qujiang River stretched their necks under the fire of Yinghong, staring at the river and shouting.

"Xuanli, go and inquire, what's going on?"

Li Longji called Chen Xuanli outside the carriage, and was not too angry with these sluts who did not abide by the curfew in the city. When he was young, he did not wander around the streets of Chang'an City at night.

Chen Xuanli left with a few soldiers in casual clothes, and followed him to catch a few young men on the riverside. After asking the question, he returned with a strange expression.

"Your Majesty, Chen Lang is doing a charity sale at the Qujiang Banquet today. In addition to the poems of everyone, the charity sale they wore..."

Li Longji didn't expect that Shen Guang would be able to play. The so-called mai is actually the white clothes worn by the Jinshi before they passed the imperial examination. However, the mai clothes of the Jinshi were at most given to the other scholars who were asked for, so how could they have a charity sale like now?

"Then what?"

"Lady Guoguo paid 50,000 yuan to buy Shen Lang's ma-clothing, and then the girl from the Wang family drove a boat and ran over."

At this time, the sound of fighting could already be heard on the river surface, and Li Longji couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was really hard to deal with this matter. Lady Guo was Yuhuan's third sister, but she was indeed a bit erratic.
Chapter completed!