Looking at this beautiful woman, Tang Feng felt a little moved for a moment.
"You are a beauty, why do you linger in this mortal world?”
He wasn't an unromantic blockhead. He had his own imaginations about beautiful women, but he was more principled.
Although he now had the golden finger of the Martial God chat group, even if he left Duke Wei's estate and found a random place, he could still live very comfortably.
But he knew that if he made that choice, he would have to leave Chang 'an.
In any peaceful era, you only had ability, but you might not be able to stand out.
No matter how capable you were, if you offended someone you couldn't afford to offend, there would only be one outcome, and that was to become a mortal.
Who was Li Jing?
He was the War God of the Great Tang. All the high-ranking generals in the Tang military, all the Dukes, and all the relatives of the Emperor were related to him.
It could be said that as long as Li Jing gave the word, there would be no place for him in the Great Tang.
Even though the Red Horsed Girl and Li Wan looked down on him, at least Li Jing had some expectations of him.
If he wanted to make a name for himself in the stable Great Tang, then borrowing Li Jing's influence in the military and politics was the best option.
He was not a brainless man who liked to act on impulse. As a wise man of the later generation, he had already made up his mind when he decided to follow Li Jing to Chang 'an.
No matter how seductive the woman in front of him was, no matter how much his heart was moved, he had to restrain himself.
A real man was born in this world and should have ambition. He should know how to hide himself and learn to restrain his desires.
When the woman upstairs heard this calm and even cold voice, a trace of astonishment appeared on her beautiful face.
Perhaps she had never thought that there would be a man in this world who would reject her.
But now, this live-in son-in-law in front of her had rejected her mercilessly. He had rejected her so straightforwardly without the slightest hesitation.
It wasn't just Master Meng who was stunned, everyone in Hu Yue Brothel was as well.
The disciples of the aristocratic families looked at Tang Feng with strange expressions. Their faces were filled with disbelief.
This Tang Feng, this villager from the countryside, this son-in-law of the Li family, actually rejected Lady Meng's invitation.
Sensing the strange gazes, Tang Feng smiled indifferently.
He casually grabbed a jug of wine from the servant beside him, opened the lid, and took a mouthful. Then, under everyone's gaze, he walked towards the entrance of Hu Yue Brothel.
"The white wine has just ripened and returned to the mountains. The yellow chicken pecks the millet and is getting fat in autumn.”
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"Call children to cook chicken and drink white wine, children laugh and pull people's clothes.”
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"Singing loudly to get drunk, dancing to the setting sun for glory.”
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"It's not early to lobby for ten thousand chariots, and it's not too early to ride a horse.”
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"A foolish woman in Kuaiji despises a courtier, and I also leave my home to go west to Qin.”
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"Laugh at the sky and go out.”
Tang Feng was drinking wine while reciting poems. At this moment, he seemed to be drunk. He walked faster and faster, and his voice became higher and higher.
Wherever he went, the people in front of him automatically made way.
When he said the last sentence,'How can I be from Penghao', he let out a long howl towards the sky and walked out of the door in a carefree manner.
Only the people in Huyue Restaurant were left behind. They looked at each other as the back of the man left.
"What a good way to laugh at the sky and go out. How can we be people from the Peng Hao clan? It's a pity that such a person became a live-in son-in-law.”The man who had been reciting the poem looked at the empty door and said in a low voice.
In his eyes, there was an indescribable light that was filled with curiosity.
As for the King of Wu, Li Ke, he was also looking at the door. His expression was uncertain, but no one knew what he was thinking.
He looked at Qu Pingyang, who was standing in the crowd. His face was burning as if he had been slapped twice.
At this moment, he could only find a hole in the ground and hide in it.
"I didn't expect that this son-in-law from the countryside would have such extraordinary talent. Just this last poem and its artistic conception can be said to be a masterpiece.”Someone lamented.
The people around him nodded slightly when they heard his words.
Upstairs, Mistress Meng stood there, reciting the poem Tang Feng had written before he left.
Her beautiful eyes looked at the departing figure. Her beautiful face was filled with surprise, curiosity, and a hint of unwillingness to admit defeat.
Walking alone on the street, looking at the pedestrians passing by, Tang Feng suddenly felt a little lonely.
To this world, he was an outsider after all. Even the prosperous Chang 'an City was just a foreign land to him.
Looking at the sky, he clenched his fists.
"Since I'm here, I have to make some achievements. In the future, my name will be left in history.”He said this in his heart.
Tang Feng lowered his head and walked forward without hesitation.
When he returned to Duke Wei's Public House, the sky was already dark.
He did not know that while he was wandering around Chang 'an, the poem he plagiarized from Li Bai had spread throughout the city.
However, when they found out the origin of this poem, most people felt a wave of regret.
In this strict era, so what if you have talent?
Just the identity of a son-in-law has already decided your future. The scholar-officials would not allow a son-in-law to be on equal footing with them.
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