The welcoming banquet in Dieyi Palace ended early.

Because Fu Xiaoguan's three wives were all pregnant, Fu Xiaoguan didn't drink much.

After they left Dieyi Palace, Empress Shang and Emperor Xuan brewed a pot of tea in the pavilion in the courtyard and drank it for a long time.

"He went to Shuiyue Temple today."

"Does he know who the Grand Elder of the Moon Worship Sect is?"

"I don't think he knows."

"Have you found the person who killed Master Bu Nian?"

"It should be soon."

"Who do you think it is?"

"..." Empress Shang smiled faintly, taking a sip from her teacup. "I won't speculate... Xiyu Tower's tip-off is that Yu Wenshu was last seen in Yunlai County. Xiyu Tower arrived in Yunlai County a day late, and Yu Wenshu was kidnapped. Several hunters saw him, a total of twenty-four people, all martial arts masters."

Emperor Xuan frowned. Empress Shang continued, "The body of Chen Zuojun, the Saintess of the Moon Worshiping Cult, has been found outside the long pavilion at Qipan Pass. Yu Wenshu must have been there at the time, and the burial was very sloppy. Xiyu Tower examined Chen Zuojun's injuries, and they were identical to Chen Xiyun's: a leaf pierced her throat."

"I'm wondering what Chen Zuojun said to Yu Wenshu. Where the Chen Dynasty treasure is hidden is known only to the saints of past generations. Now that Chen Zuojun is dead, there are probably two people who know: one is the saint-level master, and the other is Yu Wenshu."

"I think... maybe the ant colony stole the Yuwen Book."

"If it's just an ant colony, it's fine. Sooner or later, it will fall into my hands. What I'm worried about is that the Saint-level master will attack Yu Wenshu."

"According to what Fu Xiaoguan said tonight, that Saint-level expert is probably seriously injured. He's probably hiding in a dark place to recuperate and has no time to care about Yu Wenshu."

"I have also sent people from Xiyu Tower... Do you want to snatch the Yuwen Book from the ant colony?"

Emperor Xuan was silent for a while, then shook his head. "If that happens, Fu Xiaoguan will be the first to suspect you. After so many years, the Yu Dynasty is no longer short of silver. As for the treasure of the Chen Dynasty... there's no need to force it."

“…I obey your command!”

…

…

On April 30th of the tenth year of the Xuanli calendar, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Ding'an Bo Fu Xiaoguan will give a lecture in the auditorium of Jixia Academy this morning!

This news spread like wildfire throughout the huge city of Shangjing in an instant.

In order to ensure that the lectures could be held normally as scheduled, Li Chunfeng, the president of the Jixia Academy, specially invited the Jinling government to arrange thousands of constables to maintain order in the academy.

However, he still underestimated Fu Xiaoguan's super popularity——

People poured in from everywhere like a tide, and the wide Avenue of Books was blocked by the influx of people.

Among these people, the vast majority are citizens of Jinling City, and they come here mainly because of the title of Ding'an Earl.

Third-class Earl!

We have to take a look at it anyway.

It wasn't for the purpose of listening to his lectures, but just to see what he looked like and get a taste of his nobility. Then when I got home I could brag about it to my neighbors and improve my own taste.

What they did made it difficult for the merchants and students in the capital who really wanted to come to attend the lectures.

When Sima Che and his maid Xiao Xing'er finally arrived at the gate of the academy in a carriage, he was stunned.

What is going on?

The entrance of the academy was packed with people in three layers inside and outside. There was nothing else except people!

No wonder Jinling City is so quiet today, it is truly a spectacular sight with the streets deserted!

"We're late, how can we get in?"

"Make way, everyone, stand on both sides and line up!" Captain Jin of the Jingyu Guard was overwhelmed.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and led three hundred constables to drive away the crowd with his unsheathed machetes.

It’s Fu Xiaoguan again!

As long as Fu Xiaoguan is involved, nothing good will happen!

There are so many people here. If something goes wrong, it will be a big deal.

He leaped onto his horse, channeling his Qi into his Dantian, and roared, "Mr. Ding'an is giving a lecture today on economic strategies. What are you all doing here? Li Baozi, what the hell are you doing here, a bun maker? Go back and make buns for me!"

And you, Aunt Zhao, you just set up a stall to sell some needlework. You don't understand what Ding Anbo is talking about at all. What if you are squeezed to death by so many people? Leave now!"

"Young lady, aren't you afraid of someone taking advantage of you? The three wives of Lord Ding'an are all third-rank officials. Take a look at yourselves in the mirror and see if you can catch Lord Ding'an's eye.

Don't be so fucking dreaming! All the people, hurry back. The academy will compile the contents of Ding Anbo's lecture today into a book and post it on the Lanting Pavilion. You can go and take a look then!"

Captain Jin's roar did have some effect.

These common people had come to join in the fun, but when they saw so many people, they thought that even if they squeezed into the academy, they would not be able to squeeze into the auditorium. Well, anyway, Earl Ding'an settled in Jinling City, so there would always be a chance to see it.

It’s more important to go home and make buns and pancakes and sell them for a few dollars.

So a small number of people began to leave, and most people were still waiting and watching.

Captain Jin roared again, "This time, Earl Ding'an's lecture is only for merchants and students. No one else is allowed to enter. You have one stick of incense to leave. Anyone who disobeys my order..."

He pulled the knife out with a clang and said fiercely, "Those who disobey my orders will be arrested and thrown into prison to serve their sentence!"

When the common people saw this, they thought, wow, it seems like they are going to get serious. It’s better not to offend these officials. Besides, what Ding Anbo said must be profound, there is no way they can understand anything.

"Let's go, let's go. Don't miss Ding Anbo's class."

"Baldy Li, you're here too? What the hell are you, a bamboo craftsman, listening to?"

"Zhou Cripple, you're not even blushing when you say that? What the hell are you doing here, a fortune teller?"

"Hahahaha, I just want to take a look at Ding Anbo's face."

"Get lost! How can a cripple like you understand the facial features of a person like Lord Ding'an?"

“…”

More people left this time. After an incense stick of time, order was finally restored outside the Jixia Academy. Under the arrangement of Captain Jin, the remaining people lined up in three long rows.

Sima Che listened carefully and watched quietly, her eyes sparkling. The fame of this Earl of Ding'an was beyond her expectations.

An eighteen-year-old boy, just to teach a class, attracted so many people from the capital. Among the people who came, there were people from eight to eighty years old, young and old!

I must listen to how his class goes.

Could you possibly even describe a flower?