Nothing but good looking

Chapter 1

In the late spring of the 27th year of Yongyuan, Jialan Temple in Youzhou.

There was a light spring rain the day before yesterday, and the tall and dense trees in Jialan Temple were verdant.Although it is late spring, there is still a chill in the air.

After Wang Lang washed up neatly, he played with his cold fingers to touch Wang Lin's face.

Wang Lin, two and a half years old, still speaks in a childish voice, but has a serious expression on his face, why are you so boring as an adult.

Wang Lang withdrew his hand, squatted down and smiled, his face was flawless and radiant.

The little monk who brought the hot water stood at the door, and it took him a long time to recover.

Wang Lang stood up, picked a square soft white sugar cake from the table and gave it to the young monk. The young monk was only about ten years old and very childish. Give him something to eat.

The little monk put down the hot water, hesitated for a moment, still couldn't help but took the white sugar cake, then turned and walked out.

Wang Lang wet his hands with hot water, then dried them with a towel, and then hugged Wang Lin with his warm hands, "Aren't we afraid that Ah Lin will be alone today?"

Wang Lin looked at Wang Lang with a pair of bright eyes, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, are you afraid?"

Wang Lang hugged Wang Lin tightly. As an adult, he was always afraid of this and that. He was terribly afraid. He was also afraid of meeting the emperor, afraid of meeting the imperial concubine, and even afraid of meeting Wang Min.

"Father is not afraid." Wang Lang rubbed his cheek against Wang Lin's soft clothes and muttered in a low voice.

After washing Wang Lin, Wang Lang lifted the small earthen pot that was simmering the porridge from the stove. The meat porridge inside was stewed until it was soft, emitting oily luster and fragrance.

Wang Lang filled a bowl of porridge, blew it cool and fed it to Wang Lin, then took Wang Lin by the hand and gave him to the little monk.

Wang Lang went out today to attend the spring banquet held by Zhou's family. Before going out, he watched Wang Lin for a long time before setting off in a cotton robe to keep out the cold.

Wang Lang was afraid of the cold, even though the weather was getting warmer, he didn't take off his cotton robe.

The Zhou family is a well-known scholarly family in Youzhou. The most important thing is that their family has a good relationship with the king of Youzhou who came to take office three years ago. It is said that the king of Youzhou is very likely to attend the spring banquet.

Reputable people in Youzhou were invited to the spring banquet. Of course, there were also people like Wang Lang who had no reputation in Youzhou and had to spend a lot of money to buy a place.

The banquet was held in Zhou's courtyard beside the Weishui River. The Weishui River was full of soup, flowing endlessly, and weeds bloomed in spring on both sides.

When Wang Lang arrived, the Zhou family courtyard was full of cars and horses.Wang Lang was alone, unlike other people who had friends as companions and servants to support him. He handed over invitations to the gatekeepers, and some servants of the Zhou family led Wang Lang into the banquet hall.

The main seat in the banquet hall was empty, and no one was seated in the front row.

The servants of the Zhou family led Wang Lang to the corner seat, which was Wang Lang's position.

Because it was late spring, there was no heating in the banquet hall.

Wang Lang couldn't help but flinch a little. Ever since he had Wang Lin, he was very afraid of the cold.

Wang Lang sat in the most remote position, with a wooden wall on his left; sitting in front of him was a young man wearing gold and silver, wearing a light-colored brocade robe; there was no place to sit on his right.

The seats in the back were gradually filled with people, while the front row and the main seats were still vacant.

Wang Lang moved his numb legs a little, and when the maidservants came up with wine and food, Wang Lang knew that the Lord had just arrived.

Not a moment later, a large group of people walked in, hugging a man like stars embracing the moon.

The man in the middle seemed to be tired, but he still couldn't hide his handsome appearance. His aura was like the blade of a knife that had not been unsheathed, hiding the sharp coldness.

"The king of Youzhou is here!"

In an instant, everyone bowed and bowed, and Wang Lang also lowered his head. Tears were about to come out of his eyes, but soon he rubbed his face against the robe.

Youzhou Wang Min was tall and straight, with outstanding demeanor, and was surrounded by people and sat on the main seat.

The crowd surrounding King Youzhou should be from the Zhou family or from the Shen family and He family who were close friends with the Zhou family, and they sat down one by one in the front seat.

There was no sound in the hall, and the maidservants coming and going brought food, but there was still no sound.

Wang Min lazily looked around. At first, he was careless, but his eyes casually glanced at the corner. Then he sat up straight and his expression became serious.

Wang Min stared at it for too long, so long that other people noticed something was wrong, and shifted their eyes overtly or secretly.

The person in the corner was wearing the most ordinary navy blue clothes, probably because he was afraid of the cold, and he was still bulging inside, but just by looking at that face, it could be regarded as soul-stirring.

Zhilan Yushu, extremely beautiful, skin like peaches and plums, undyed but black eyebrows, a little heroic, a pair of eyes as if in mist, making people feel in a trance, slender figure, with a romantic style that is not stained with the world.

He didn't seem to know his own beauty, he just met Youzhou King's gaze blankly, and then smiled lightly.

That smile filled the room with brilliance, and the light shone on people.

Wang Min's expression became more and more indifferent, he looked away, lowered his eyes, and motioned to Min San beside him to announce the start of the banquet.

The gameplay of the Spring Banquet is nothing more than drinking wine, composing poems, playing the piano and painting as usual, but because of the very first scene, the whole Spring Banquet has changed a bit.

Uncle Zhou is the youngest son of the Zhou family. At this time, the atmosphere of the banquet was stagnant. He smiled lightly and turned the topic to the silent person in the corner, "May I ask you, brother, what poems do you have for today's topic?"

The theme of the current spring banquet is the sunset of spring. The people present only said some poems about cherishing the time of spring.

But Uncle Zhou thought to himself, since he was sitting in the corner, he came in with financial means, and if he wanted to see King Youzhou so much, he would show off his talents and learning.

Wang Lang didn't smile, but his eyes were gentle and compassionate, "I don't have any poems."

"Brother, please don't be modest." Uncle Zhou said quickly.

Wang Lang showed no modesty at all, "I don't know how to compose poems, play the piano, let alone paint. If you ask me to ride a horse and shoot arrows, I'll fall a lot."

He spoke frankly and his tone was extremely calm.

Wang Lang wasn't self-effacing, he didn't have the talent to compose poetry, and he even lacked craftsmanship.

For a while, everyone was speechless.

"Then what will you do?" A cold voice sounded.

Uncle Zhou turned his head and found that the question was asked by the king of Youzhou who was in the main seat. The king of Youzhou was wearing a vermilion robe and looked at the man in the corner indifferently.

Wang Lang fell into deep thought. If he was facing other people, he could easily say a lot of things, but when facing Wang Min, he could not easily lie.

"Your Highness, I don't know anything." For some reason, Wang Lang felt a little wronged, but he quickly suppressed the soreness in his heart. Anyway, the goal this time has been achieved. He just came to see if Wang Min was doing well. Wang Lang tried to think in a good direction, but he couldn't help but sighed.

Uncle Zhou saw the man sighing lightly. It turned out that a beauty's sigh is also beautiful, and the man's tone was still calm.

"Your Highness, I just came to see you." Wang Lang's voice was like jade, and his expression was sincere, but he saw the king of Youzhou furious, and waved his sleeves away.

Wang Min walked out with a gloomy face, followed by Min San and Xie Zhao.

People from the Zhou family, Shen family and He family stood up one after another and followed behind Wang Min, while Uncle Zhou couldn't help but look back at the person in the corner.

The man stood on the spot, with a thin body, with a porcelain-like face in the spring light.

It's a pity, everyone in Youzhou doesn't know who doesn't know, Wang Min's sweetheart in Youzhou is the King Huainan who once broke his heart.

Today, the name of the Holy Emperor Yongyuan Empire is Sheng, which means prosperity. Up to now, the Dasheng Dynasty has developed into the pursuit of gorgeous appearance by men, women and children, especially Emperor Yongyuan.

Because of the pursuit of appearance, he doesn't pay much attention to gender.

It is said that before Emperor Yongyuan ascended to the throne, he immediately took a fancy to the imperial concubine who was born in a peasant family. It is said that the beauty of the imperial concubine's appearance could make Baihua ashamed, which made Emperor Yongyuan fall in love at first sight.

The mother of King Youzhou was the imperial concubine of Emperor Yongyuan.

The title of King Youzhou is King Ping, the third son of His Majesty the current Emperor, and has been stationed in Youzhou for three years.

The word "ping" seems to be too plain, so everyone in Youzhou is called the King of Youzhou.

Youzhou is a remote place, and the folk customs are vulgar and unreasonable. It gradually became what it is now under the governance of the king of Youzhou.

When it comes to the King of Youzhou, one has to mention Wang Lang, the King of Huainan.

Wang Lang, king of Huainan, has an outstanding appearance, even in the capital city full of beauties, he is a detached existence, as long as anyone who has seen him will never forget his appearance.

But there is only one thing, this King Huainan is not very good at thinking, it is said that he is an idiot beauty who only has a good face.

There is a well-known story in the world. It is said that once when Wang Lang was meeting with His Majesty, he accidentally stepped on his own robe, directly broke his bone, and said with a smile that it didn't hurt.

The festival of Wang Lang and King Ping is not this, but that King Ping was given the fief of Youzhou by His Majesty. In name, it is the emperor's love for his children, but everyone knows that he is actually relegated.

For this, Wang Min has only one request, and wants to take Huainan Wang Wang Lang away, but Wang Lang avoids seeing him.

King Huainan and King Youzhou have been in love for many years, but they never thought that they would be regarded as ungrateful and ungrateful once they showed up.

As soon as Wang Lang returned to Jialan Temple, Wang Lin flew over to hug him. Wang Lin is not a lively person, but they haven't been separated for so long since Wang Lin was born.

Wang Lang hugged Wang Lin, his heart was full of distress, but he still thanked the host Huiyan first, "Thank you, master, for taking care of my child for me."

"Benefactor, have you met the person you want to see today?"

Wang Lang smiled heartily, "It can be regarded as seeing."

Ever since he started taking medicine for his illness, Wang Lang didn't think much about things that would make him sad. No matter how indifferent Wang Min was, after all, he had seen him, and it was a matter of concern. He thought so, but he didn't know Why is there still some bitterness in my heart.

Just hugging Wang Lin, the bitterness eased a bit.

After leaving the main hall, Wang Lang carried Wang Lin back to the guest room. Wang Lin hugged Wang Lang tightly, and Wang Lang patted his back lightly for comfort.

"Did you eat well today?"

Wang Lin shook his head, his hair brushed against Wang Lang's face, Wang Lang couldn't help laughing, "Then Daddy will cook something delicious for you."

Wang Lang didn't learn anything, but he learned to be proficient in eating, drinking and playing. He ate a lot, and he was a little familiar with the craft.

It's just that they are so cash-strapped that they can't afford anything too good.Wang Lang became a good doctor after being ill for a long time. Occasionally he saw a doctor for the villagers at the foot of the mountain. They sent a small piece of meat or a few eggs for the consultation fee; at the same time, he copied the scriptures for the temple in exchange for some food, plus some left in hand. With savings, life can be considered passable.

He also planted a small plot in the temple, but the seedlings were just growing and there was nothing to eat yet.