Leng Qingning and Fu Wen exchanged a smile, returned to their room, and left the downstairs area to the innkeeper and waiter…
As the owner of the Yellow Crane Tower, Leng Qingning naturally had to set an example for everyone. The staff brought out the poems she had prepared in advance, and the group worked together to decorate. This attracted the attention of the guests in the lobby on the first floor.
At this moment, the shopkeeper walked up to the second-floor viewing platform, looked around, clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and said with a smile:
"Distinguished guests, as you can see, Huanghelou is not an ordinary restaurant for eating and drinking. Our owner, His Highness the Young King, opened the restaurant with the intention of finding talented people and gathering wise and virtuous individuals to contribute to the literary field of Dayue."
"Therefore, our Yellow Crane Tower has set up a special reward. All guests who come to our Yellow Crane Tower, regardless of your status, position, or gender, can sign up to write a poem. The registration fee is one tael of silver. We will collect and record your poems, and select three poems each month, awarding 300, 200, and 100 taels of silver respectively."
At this point, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Such a good thing? A reward of so much silver?"
The guests in the private rooms on the second and third floors also heard what the manager said. They all came out of their rooms and stood in the corridor or leaned against the railing, listening intently.
The innkeeper clapped his hands again: "Distinguished guests, not only that, we will also hang up the poems you have written so that every guest who enters my Yellow Crane Tower can read them, until the following month when we will take them down and keep only the first three poems."
He pointed to the poem that had already been hung up: "This is a poem by our host, the young prince, to set an example for everyone. This poem will also be the signature work of our Yellow Crane Tower and will be hung permanently for your appreciation."
Following the direction of the finger, everyone's eyes turned to the poem.
"The ancients have already ridden the yellow crane away, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower behind."
The Yellow Crane has flown away, never to return; the white clouds drift aimlessly for a thousand years.
Clear skies reveal the verdant hills and lush trees, while fragrant grasses grow abundantly on Parrot Island.
As the sun sets, where is my hometown? The misty waves on the river fill me with sorrow. (Note: Originally written as Yellow Crane Tower, by Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty)
After he finished speaking, everyone praised him highly. They all agreed that this poem was the best of the seven-character regulated verses.
But then someone asked, "What is Parrot Island?" The innkeeper explained, "Parrot Island is an oasis in the sea, named by the young king." Everyone understood.
When Leng Qingning wrote this poem, she changed the place name, replacing Hanyang with Yueling. Yueling is the largest and longest mountain range in Yue Kingdom, spanning most of the country. She also informed the innkeeper beforehand, explaining the meaning of Parrot Island.
With a grand opening, the Yellow Crane Tower became an instant sensation. Its accompanying poems were widely circulated and praised.
Inside Anning Palace.
A pretty young man put down his snacks and said to the handsome man sitting at the table with a book in his hand, "Young master, you've already read this Romance of the Three Kingdoms three times. Are you going to read it again?"
Another tall, handsome man pushed the snacks towards the stunningly beautiful man and said, "Langyue, I told you to study more, but you insisted on catching pigs. Only scholars and politicians can truly understand the essence of the Three Kingdoms; laymen can only watch the show. Young Master has been well-versed in various military strategies since childhood, and the Three Kingdoms is like a timely rain for him."
Lang Yue feigned distress: "Yes, yes, Brother Changfeng is right. I was being superficial." She then changed the subject: "I wonder if it's the Three Kingdoms itself that's more interesting, or the people who wrote it? Hmm?"
Changfeng glared at him, then looked up to examine his master. He saw that the young master's expression remained unchanged, completely unconcerned by Langyue's bold teasing, seemingly immersed in his book...
Grand Tutor's Mansion
"Young master, His Highness has sent someone to deliver a gift to you."
Gu Nanshu put down the book in his hand and saw Junzhu running in happily.
"Junzhu, what makes you so happy?"
"My lord, the young king has sent you a musical score. The person said that the young king composed this piece especially for you."
Gu Nanshu took the sheet music and examined it carefully. Leng Qingning had written three pieces, and after reading them, he knew they were all exquisite and excellent pieces. A gentle smile appeared on his face.
After a busy day, Leng Qingning finished writing the next chapter of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms at the Yellow Crane Tower and handed it to Fu Wen. By the time she returned to Langya Mansion, it was already 9 PM. She quickly washed up and went to bed.
Three days later, the Imperial College announced its winter break, and the students packed their bags to go home. Leng Qingning sighed with relief that she finally had enough free time, and now she could focus on her career, make money, and date.
Good news followed one after another.
Yesterday, the second volume of Romance of the Three Kingdoms went on sale and sold out in just one morning. The young men of Chang Le City were heartbroken and saddened by the death of Lü Bu, their number one female general, who had fallen. They cried their hearts out. Meanwhile, the women were lamenting the death of Diao Chanzi.
A handsome man in a chaotic era, tragically fated, is also celebrated for his political sacrifices, single-handedly sowing discord between Lü Bu and Dong Zhuo, thus playing a crucial role in advancing political affairs. And so on…
Within just three days, Huanghelou made a profit of 10,000 taels of silver, and the total recharge amounted to more than 200,000 taels of silver. Fu Wen sent someone to deliver 50,000 taels of silver notes to Langya Prefecture.
Master Kongchen also replied, and sent some cultivation books ranging from beginner to advanced levels. He told Leng Qingning to practice slowly according to the steps. Her internal energy was very strong, so she only needed to memorize the techniques and then apply them.
With money in hand, Leng Qingning decided to be a hostess again. She booked the most luxurious pleasure boat at the largest pleasure boat outside the city, chartered an opera troupe, and invited her three older brothers, the second princess and their families, her three close friends Jiang Xue, Xue Tong, and Xie Yun, as well as some of her classmates…
The private rooms at Yellow Crane Tower are already booked until next month, and even the lobby is fully booked.
Leng Qingning really wanted to take them to Yellow Crane Tower for dinner, but alas... even her private room was booked out because the offer was too much. She wanted to earn more money for the New Year and had a lot of things to buy.
The next day, laughter filled the luxury cruise ship. At dinner time, Leng Qingning sat at a table with her friends.
Xue Tong was still the same Xue Tong, her ability to liven up the atmosphere at the dinner table was unparalleled, and everyone was amused and laughing. Even while joking around, she didn't forget to serve food to Fu Wen.
Leng Qingning noticed that Jiang Xue and Xie Yun were also serving food to Fifth Brother, and a spark of gossip instantly ignited within her. She stared at Leng Huaichuan with a mischievous grin.
Leng Huaichuan felt a chill run down his spine from her laughter, and the enthusiasm of the two women beside him made him extremely uncomfortable. He secretly vowed that next time his little sister invited him out, he would definitely ask who would be there first.
After everyone had finished eating, the opera troupe took their places, and the performance began. Beautiful singing filled the air, melodious and captivating…
Leng Qingning leaned against the edge of the boat, feeling the winter evening breeze…
Perhaps it was because the people of the Hidden Continent had a special constitution, but she didn't feel particularly cold.
Except for the few days when the wind was biting cold and it snowed, it didn't seem to be very cold the rest of the time, much like a city with spring-like weather all year round.
Is it possible that it's never cold here as long as the weather is sunny?
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