Two days later, Wang De had made arrangements in secret and used the excuse to purchase fragrant powder for Wei Xianger to leave the palace. Yang Yao and Shangguan Wan'er, one of them, became a little eunuch, and the other one was made into a little palace maid, and followed Wang De's butt and also left the palace gate.

The three of them left the palace gate of Luoyang Palace, walked south across the Tianjin Bridge, called a carriage waiting for passengers at the bridge, and rushed directly to the most prosperous and lively Nanshi in the entire Luoyang City.

In the carriage, the three of them changed into brocade clothes that had been prepared early and covered the clothes of the eunuchs and palace maids.

In the Nanshi, Han and Hu merchants gathered, and there was no difference between them. The wine shops and restaurants opened early, and the crowds were surging, and the population density was no less than that of the pedestrian street in the 21st century.

Yang Yao traveled through time for three months and had not left the palace, so he had already been so stubborn. In the palace, he ate ginseng, bird's nest, abalone and seafood all day long, and was tired of eating it. He still wanted to take this opportunity to leave the palace to change his taste and eat some folk-style snacks to satisfy his cravings.

The three of them walked through the south city. Yang Yao took a look at a fly restaurant on the roadside at a glance. This fly restaurant is not big, with only more than twenty small tables for dinner, but there are crowds of people and the decoration is even more Persian.

Based on Yang Yao’s experience of several company dinners, those famous restaurants talk about pomp, not taste, but are entirely the needs of official receptions, and the food is not delicious. If you really want to find a good taste, you must find this kind of luxurious decoration and crowded small shop.

The luxurious decoration proves that this company made money in business; the crowds prove that the store has a good reputation and does not have the leftovers from yesterday.

Yang Yao immediately made the decision, it’s this!

He ignored Wang De's repeated winks and led the two into the fly restaurant, took care of sitting in front of an empty desk in a corner, and called the owner of the restaurant.

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty had to try every dish in the palace by Shangshi Bureau. Now Yang Yao was eating in such a roadside fly restaurant. If there was a few shortages, Wang De, who brought the emperor out of the palace privately, would be a crime of extermination, and even Shangguan Wan'er, who was with him, could not escape the relationship.

Wang De was so scared that his face was bloodless, and he begged for mercy repeatedly, "Saint, young master, these small restaurants must not be eaten! Otherwise, let's go to the big restaurant in Nanshi!"

The owner of the restaurant is a standard Persian beard. As soon as he approached, he heard Wang De sip a small restaurant. He was not happy at the moment and said fluently in Chinese, "What are you talking about? My restaurant looks small, and even Princess Taiping praises it. He has booked all the head-to-do Hu La soup every day."

When I really arrived in the capital, there were real people everywhere without showing their appearance! It was like going to the alleys in Beijing. It was impossible to say that a courtyard that seemed inconspicuous was the courtyard of a certain ministerial or even a national-level leader.

Yang Yao laughed and said, "Wang De, even the Emperor, Emperor, and Princess Taiping have recognized the Hu La Tang from this store. No matter how much you talk, I will blow you out with one punch and one kick!"

Wang De shut up in an informed and tactful manner. The bearded Persian man asked, "Customer, what do you want to order!"

Yang Yao smelled the fragrance in the restaurant and was already saliva flowing, and couldn't wait to say, "Your most famous Hu La Soup, add more pepper and pepper, the bigger the flavor, the better; the bigger the mutton wonton, the better; and the grilled lamb skewers, come first twenty skewers, add more pepper, spicy and scallion!"

"Three people, one serving for each, hurry up!"

The Persian bearded man wrote down the name of the dish and hurriedly went to prepare the dishes, "Okay! Three bowls of Hu spicy soup, three bowls of mutton wontons, and twenty kebabs of grilled lamb skewers!"

Yang Yao looked at the back of the Persian bearded man. The only person who looked like a Persian was left, and the others were just like a Tang Dynasty. His grandmother was the real prosperous Tang Dynasty when all countries came to worship. Any businessman who was doing business in the Tang Dynasty must use the Tang Dynasty language according to the customs, otherwise he would get out. If he was in the territory of the Tang Dynasty, bird singing in foreign countries was still a compulsory course, which was more than a little or two away from the real prosperous era.

He skillfully ordered these folk snacks, how could he look like an emperor in the deep palace?

Shangguan Wan'er looked at Yang Yao with suspicion and asked, "Saint, young master, how could you be so familiar with the side dishes of folk restaurants in the deep palace?"

Yang Yao shouted, "The emperor in the TV series doesn't know how to spend money when he goes out. How could he just like a villain in the market report the name of the dish at will? He also needs to add pepper, pepper, and spicy food?

Before he traveled through time, he was a loser who ate street stalls every day. His appearance just now was his true nature. He accidentally exposed the stuff and was seen by Shangguan Wan'er.

Yang Yao was about to explain and make up for it, but Shangguan Wan'er continued to sarcastically say, "It seems that the young master often sneaks out of the palace and goes to the brothels in the South City to fool around!"

Yang Yao was a little stunned. Since Shangguan Wan'er was willing to understand this way, he saved his saliva and was too lazy to explain. Just go to the brothel!

But when he said something, Shangguan Wan'er said something, Yang Yao was still very unhappy.

Isn’t the little girl just a pretty girl, her handwriting is more beautiful, her edict is better, her poem is more beautiful. Why are you not as famous as Li Du in your poem? You are so arrogant!

When Yang Yao thought of Li Du, he suddenly became interested in his whole life, and compared it to poetry, right! There are a lot of Li Bai’s poems here. It seems that it is impossible not to use Li Bai’s poems to use them.

He thought for a while, and in order to meet the situation, he casually chanted Li Bai's "The Journey of the Boy".

"Wuling young Jinshi East, silver saddle and white horses swam the spring breeze, where can the fallen flowers stroll and go, laughing into the wine shop!"

Shangguan Wan'er, known as the number one talented woman in the Tang Dynasty, heard his ignorant monarch chanting such a wonderful seven-character poem. A hint of astonishment passed by the flower face, and looked at him and asked, "Whose poem is this?!"

Yang Yao saw Li Bai's "The Journey" that really made Shangguan Wan'er look at him with admiration. Then, brother, this great writer, is determined to be sure, and you must make your dear girl tremble!

Yang Yao simply pretended to be a literary master and a poet in front of Shangguan Wan'er, and said proudly, "Wan'er, this is what I was so excited about poetry just now. This kind of poetry is the most common one among my poems! Otherwise, I will give Wan'er another poem "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" that I had just written the day before yesterday?!"

Shangguan Wan'er did not have Yang Yao's expected admiration and contempt, but just glanced at him with contempt, "Brave! The Jinshi in this poem is the western city of Chang'an City, which describes the Chang'an wine shop. Where is the Luoyang wine shop? It is obviously stealing someone else's poem, and it is extremely shameless!"

The Tang Dynasty was the era of poetry and was one of the criteria for selecting materials. Students from poor families could climb Longmen with a good poem. There was also a poet like Zhang Ji, who could be passed down for thousands of years with just one poem "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge".

Therefore, the Tang Dynasty's struggle for good poetry, and even the ownership of good sentences in the poem, was extremely fierce. Song Zhiwen, a poet of the dynasty, said that his nephew Liu Xiyi's sentence "The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year" was quite wonderful, and he wanted to take it for himself. Because his nephew refused to follow, Song Zhiwen crushed him to death with a bag of earth.

This is an example of the fact that Song Zhi asked about this person being too famous and too bad, and was made public. In the darkness, there are still many such crimes of killing people due to poetry, but the truth has long been hidden in the dust of history.

His bad behavior of stealing poetry for himself has always been despised by people in the literary circle of the Tang Dynasty. Shangguan Wan'er despised him as shameless and reasonable.

Yang Yao's literary master was defeated back to his original form so quickly. He never thought that Shangguan Wan'er's attainment in poetry was indeed good. He could find the unsatisfactory aspects of the poem at the first time. He wanted to deceive her into pretending to be a great literary master with a few lines of poetry. That was a dream!

It seems that this literary master and poet cannot pretend to be a fool, otherwise it will be exposed at any time.

Just when Yang Yao was embarrassed, the shopkeeper brought the snacks ordered by three people and put on a full table.
Chapter completed!