Chapter 175: Putting a straw label to sell your body

When Wang Ping'an heard Li Zhi ask about writing poetry, he hurriedly said: "Caomin was weak and sickly when he was young. After enlightenment, he never hired a teacher at home, so he only knew how to write limericks, and he did not study too much about poetry, songs and essays."

This is both modest and arrogant. He said that he could write poems, and he said that he did not go into it. If Li Zhi had tried the exam on the spot, he might be able to write one. If he couldn't, it would not be embarrassing. He hadn't studied it in depth!

Liquor poems may not be written by everyone, just like the three and a half sentences of later generations. Writing them is not called skill, but only when it makes people laugh is called ability!

Unexpectedly, Li Zhi was stunned and said, "Is the poem I read when I am using oil? But you read one to listen to me!"

Liquor poetry is a new style of poetry that was produced during the Tang Dynasty, but it has not been produced at this time, and it is not a poem that was read during the oil. Wang Ping'an made the mistake of the year and said it in advance!

I really got the test for me! Wang Ping'an had no choice but to follow Li Zhi's words and said: "Caomin did not receive any good education when he was a child and was not good at writing poetry. Once, an oil seller passed by in front of his home. Caomin had a sudden idea and wrote a poem randomly. The style of the poem was very straightforward and difficult to enter the elegant hall!"

Li Zhi said with surprise: "You created your own poetry style, so it should be called Peaceful Poetry. How auspicious is this name? Why is it called limerick?"

He turned around and looked around the hall and saw a painting hanging on the wall not far away. There was a distance of mountains and waters, the water surface was frozen, there was a small boat on the shore, and the roof was covered with snow. A fisherman stood beside the boat, as if he was not able to fish. He was holding a big stick in his hand, as if he wanted to fish in ice. The fisherman was following two old dogs, both of whom were hungry and staggeringly following his master.

This is a freehand painting that warns the rulers that people have no food and clothing at this time, and they need your care. There are many such paintings in Chongxian Pavilion.

Pointing to the painting, Li Zhi said, "Just take this painting as the title, you can write a poem and listen to it!"

Wang Ping'an complained in his heart. If I had known this, I would have said that I could not write poetry and could only prescribe medicine. It seems that I was not humble enough just now, and I was actually prosecuted to write poetry!

He nodded, bit his lip, and said, "This...well, the river is a general, the black cave in the inward, the yellow dog's body is white, and the white dog's body is swollen!" It was too difficult to write a poem, so he could only come up with this poem.

Li Zhi was stunned and looked at the eunuch next to him. The eunuch was also stunned. It was the first time they both heard such a poem, which had never been heard before!

After being stunned for a moment, Li Zhi laughed loudly, laughing so hard that he rattled his head and closed his mouth, and there was no moral character of the prince. The eunuch also looked at Wang Ping'an, trying to hold it in, but he couldn't hold it in his laughter. He laughed a few times, but he started coughing again!

Li Zhi smiled and said, "I didn't expect that today I actually heard two good poems. Your poem is enough to establish a school and become famous in future generations!"

The eunuch smiled and said, "The yellow dog's body is white, and the white dog's body is swollen! It's a rhyme, it's just too straightforward!"

Li Zhi smiled for a while, pulled Wang Ping'an down, and was about to ask him to make another song, but a small eunuch came to report to him, saying that the emperor wanted to see Li Zhi.

When Li Zhi heard his father's summoning, he smiled and was a little scared. He asked the eunuch: "Patriotic, what will happen if your father summons the orphans at this time?"

The eunuch said, "If you go back to your highness, it is almost noon now. I guess the emperor is going to have a meal. I will ask your highness for you and ask your homework by the way!"

Li Zhi looked sad and said, "It's fine if you're exam to memorize the letter, but every time my father always takes the exam for the current affairs, he still has to make some memorials alone, but I really can't do this. Could it be that I'm going to be scolded again this time?"

He was not afraid of losing face. He was anxious and told the truth in front of Wang Ping'an!

Wang Ping'an cannot talk too much about such royal affairs. Whether it is right or wrong, it is very annoying. He is a commoner and has not yet become an official, so he starts to discuss the affairs of the royal father and son. Wouldn't he beg for trouble?

Wang Ping'an lowered his head and sat on the Panlong Penthouse without saying a word.

The eunuch said, "Your Highness, don't wait for the emperor to ask, take the initiative..." He looked at Wang Ping'an next to him and smiled and said, "The yellow dog's body is white, and the white dog's body is swollen!"

Li Zhi was immediately happy and clapped his hands and said, "Yes, Wang Aiqing's good poem is just for me to read for my father. There is also the new poem. My father will definitely be happy after listening to it. I will be able to escape the disaster today!"

Wang Ping'an was embarrassed when he heard this. The prince was indeed afraid of the emperor and was afraid of it. He actually said such words in front of him, an outsider. It was no wonder that he would be manipulated by Wu Zetian in the future. His temperament... was too childish. That's right. He was holding it in the palace. He was either eunuchs or women around him, and he couldn't even think of a child!

"It happened today, Gu is leaving now. Wang Aiqing, you should go back too. Come to the palace to see Gu more in the future and relieve Gu's boredom!" Li Zhi never thought that the song "A Thousand Miles of Jiangling will be written by Wang Ping'an. He must know that those who can write such quatrains will also write "The white dog's body is swollen", so he doesn't have to practice wild horses to separate manes, and his chin will fall off directly!

Wang Ping'an hurriedly stood up and said, "Yes, the grass-roots people have surrendered!" He stepped back and left the Xian Chong Hall. The eunuch was polite and actually sent it out in person.

After leaving the hall, the eunuch said, "Not sick, it seems that Your Highness likes you very much. He hasn't smiled so happily for a long time. You should come to the palace often to let Your Highness see you all the time. This will be of great benefit to your future!"

He paused and said, "But if Your Highness doesn't summon you, you won't be able to enter the palace. Oh, Your Highness is busy with things, and often can't remember some things. We always ask our family to remind us..." When he said this, he didn't look at Wang Ping'an, a bit like talking to himself.

But Wang Ping'an understood that this was asking for benefits. The prince needed to be reminded to "remember" someone. So who would remind the prince?

Seeing that no one on the left and right were paying attention, Wang Ping'an took out a small bag from his arms and stuffed it to the eunuch, saying, "I haven't dared to ask what the lord calls me yet?"

The eunuch casually put his pouch in his sleeve and said with a smile: "Our family history is patriotic. If you are sick, you will have a bright future in the future, but you will have to take care of our family more!" Such a young man who is good at being a human will of course have a bright future.

Wang Ping'an hurriedly said, "Mr. Shi is joking. You are the one who takes care of me!" He bowed and left Chongxian Pavilion.

Shi Aiguo waited for him to leave, opened the pouch and took a breath, and saw that there were more than a dozen pearls in the pouch, each of which was the size of a little finger. He yelled and laughed, "It's so round, our family didn't say good things for him just now!"

Wang Ping'an left Chongxian Pavilion and saw Mi Xiaomiao waiting outside the door, and said, "Sir Mi, are you waiting for me? It's a hot day..."

Mi Xiaomiao waved her hand and asked, "What did your Highness tell you?"

Wang Ping'an said, "I didn't say anything." He said a few words about what happened in the hall, and asked again: "Mr. Mi, the Eunuch Shi in front of His Highness the Crown Prince, you are familiar with him. I think he seems to be in front of the Crown Prince, and he is very good at speaking!"

Mi Xiaomiao's eyes immediately widened and said, "Of course, he is my god uncle and my godfather's brother!"

As the two of them spoke, they arrived at the palace gate. Wang Ping'an said, "Mr. Mi actually has such a good friend. I wonder which Lord Ling Zun is?"

Mi Xiaomiao said proudly: "If you talk about my godfather, that's amazing. He is the chief supervisor in the palace and the loyal minister of the provincial eunuch!" He stretched out his three fingers and said: "The third-rank official rank awarded by the emperor, the third-rank official!"

Wang Ping'an was shocked. Can eunuchs become such a big official at this time? He always thought that the eunuchs in the Ming Dynasty were the most powerful. In fact, the truly powerful eunuchs in history were in the Tang Dynasty. Eunuchs in the Ming Dynasty had to rely on the emperor's favor to be powerful, but the eunuchs in the Tang Dynasty were not like this, so they simply deposed and established the emperor! But there was no eunuch at this time, and they were collectively called eunuchs!

Mi Xiaomiao looked around and whispered: "Wuji Gong outside has the final say, but inside it is my godfather's loyal minister. Even the concubines who want to see the emperor have to nod their heads!"

Wang Ping'an said, thinking: "If Wu Zetian wants to sleep with Li Shimin at this time, he must first pass the level of Shi Zhongchen!" He whispered: "Mr. Mi, I'll ask you if there is a talented person named Wu in the palace?"

Mi Xiaomiao uttered and shook her head, "What's the surname of the fifth and sixth? A little talented man? Where can I know where to go? Please ask less about the affairs of the inner court!"

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "It's Ping'an who is reckless, don't blame him!" As they said that, they had already walked out of the palace gate. Wang Ping'an and Mi Xiaomiao bowed and said goodbye and got in the car.

When they returned to Inspiration Temple, they told Hamiti and others about this. When they heard that the prince had not given any benefits, they were quite disappointed and comforted Wang Ping'an. Anyway, life will take longer in the future, so they will not be anxious.

Hamidi Aiding, Zhao Bi and Lu Xiuzhi all had industries in Beijing and left the Inspiration Temple one after another. Qiu Tingxuan refused to live here and found a place to live. In this way, only Wang Ping'an and his entourage were left in the temple, plus Di Renjie!

Di Renjie looked at Wang Ping'an incorrectly. He had heard the propaganda of Hamiti and the others, saying that Wang Ping'an was amazing, and that he was good at medical skills, and predicted that he would be next year's head-on. After hearing these words, he thought it would be impossible not to blame his eyes!

Di Renjie pulled Wang Ping'an and said, "Brother, you are so famous in the local area, and you have a quota for disciples. You are summoned by the prince. Others have entered the officialdom, and your path has been tortuous. But others have already paved your path for you. Why do you still have to take the medical examination? Even if you are as talented as me, you are unwilling to take miscellaneous subjects. But with my talent, if you don't get a Jinshi, wouldn't it be a waste of great opportunities?"

Wang Ping'an frowned and thought to himself: "Why do everyone suggest that I should take the Jinshi exam? Is it really wrong for me to take the medical exam? A man should take a gamble and get ahead of me, so that I can make a move?"

Di Renjie advised: "Brother, I also have a quota for students. I should have gone to the Shangshu Province to report today, but I have been waiting for you to come back. Otherwise, let's go together another day, and you can think carefully about what to take, how do you think?"

Wang Ping'an sighed and said, "It is indeed necessary to think carefully. I will tell you that you don't like to change your mind temporarily when doing things for me. If you make a decision, you will not change it normally. I really have to consider whether to take the Jinshi or the medical subject!"

He walked around the yard, unable to make up his mind. The little girl Ding Danruo ran over and said, "Young Master, let's not stay in the temple. It's too boring. I finally came to Chang'an. Let's go to Furong Garden to have a stroll!"

Wang Ping'an thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, I'm just upset, so let's go out and relax. Everyone goes. Just visit the Chang'an Night Market and taste the flavored snacks!"

Hearing what he said, everyone was very happy, Ouyang Li and others were even more happy. The Furong Garden was by the Qujiang Pool, which has always been a place where girls in Beijing often go. And summer has arrived, and the girls are dressed less. The young men love this kind of weather the most. Isn’t it beautiful to squeeze and rub it?

When I went out to play, I naturally couldn't take the monk. I greeted Hui Zheng. Everyone didn't ride horses and carriages. They walked out of the Inspiration Temple and walked towards the southeast corner of Chang'an.

Furong Garden is not far from Lingyan Temple, you can reach it by walking straight through three arches. Everyone talked and laughed, but after a while, they walked past two arches. Just as they were about to continue walking forward, Ouyang Li said: "Master, let's go around the arch in front. Although we have to walk a few more steps, it will not make you even more upset."

Wang Ping'an frowned and said, "How do you say this?"

Ouyang Li pointed to the front and said, "Walking forward, it will be the human market! Furong Garden is a paradise on earth, but the human market is a hell on earth. Heaven and hell are only one yard away!"

Wang Ping'an said oh, stopped, looked at everyone, and asked, "What do you mean?"

No one else had any idea, and he listened to him all, but Di Renjie said, "Brother, we scholars should put the people's worries first. Since we come to the market, how can we keep our eyes closed and not enter? Is it true that we pretend not to see that there is no such thing as selling children and daughters in the world?"

Wang Ping'an sighed and thought to himself: "Brother, you always ask me questions!" He had to nod and said: "Okay, then go and have a look. Danruo, Wilson, do you have money on you?"

Ding Danruo glared at Di Renjie. Everyone came out to find happiness, not to find trouble, why did they go to the market? She shook her head and said, "I didn't bring any money!"

Ke Lianwu said, "I'm taking it!" She and Ding Danruo fought openly and secretly, and they always twisted their energy when talking and doing things.

"Let's go, then let's go!" Wang Ping'an couldn't, so he had to take everyone to the market.

When I walked a short distance, I saw a huge place where thousands of poor people were sitting or standing, with miserable faces and grass signs on my head. I thought they were all sold like goods. And there were even many rich slaves who were shouting and choosing slaves for their masters!

There is no city in Xuzhou, and he has not been in Luoyang for long. This is the first time Wang Ping'an has seen what a city is. It is clearly a slave market, hell on earth!

He sighed again, and Wang Ping'an said: "I seem to sigh a lot today."

Di Renjie said, "Brother sighed, which means that there are people in his heart who are compassionate with suffering. If you only see prosperity but not miserable, why should you read the books of sages and take the imperial examination?"

Wang Ping'an turned his head to look at him and said, "Brother, you will be in a great future. If you want to say that I can be the prime minister, that's...hey, but if you want to say that you can be, I believe it!"

While I was talking, I suddenly heard a child crying loudly not far away, crying while crying, but I couldn't understand what he was calling!

There were many laughter from the rich slaves next to him, and some mocked him: "The barbarians here all said that their surname was Ashina, that's fine. There were even those who called Father King. Could it be that the surname was Father King?"

Some even laughed even more and said, "It would be easy to say that your surname is Ashi. Could it be that your surname is Tuoba? This surname is not popular now!"
Chapter completed!