Chapter 221 Strike
Helian Chaolu returned to the backyard of the inn.
Located in a busy city, the inn was not cleared out, but the area around the yard had been booked by guards.
Not to mention anything else, just those two big boxes of gold need to be kept strictly guarded.
He put the items he had bought away separately. Apart from the calligraphy by Prime Minister Pei, the rest cost him less than three thousand taels of gold.
It sounds like a lot, but if you bring it back to the border, with the quality of these things, it would be easy to increase the price several times.
She had heard that Qizhen Pavilion was formerly known as the No. 1 Building Under Heaven and was the property of the Sixth Princess.
This time I can make friends with him with a large sum of money, and I can earn several times more in the future. It’s a great win.
Just as I was about to go out shopping, I suddenly found a letter on the table.
Looking around, I didn't find any signs of intrusion. It just appeared out of nowhere.
Helian Chaolu looked calm, and this was not the first time.
I took out the letter and read it, and sure enough, there were four familiar words on it: "Burn after reading."
However, after reading the contents of the letter, he was stunned.
"A deep sleep cannot dispel the hangover..."
"Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red, thin..."
"Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield..."
Especially the last one, poor white hair!
The ritual of education was carried out in the border court, and Helian Chaolu received education in the Central Plains since childhood.
She certainly has some talent, otherwise she would not have been chosen by the Helian family to take on such an important task.
The court had previously sent her two poems to help her become famous. The poems were good, but not to the extent that they were incomparable.
But these three songs in my hand...
The first poem was probably written by a woman, and the last two are frontier poems, but they have different artistic conception and are probably not written by the same person.
Three poems, three people, each of them made Helian Chaolu unable to make any comparison.
Is this the foundation of the Central Plains literary world?
My years of hard study and my pride in thinking I was no less than the people of the Central Plains seemed like a joke in the face of these three poems.
It's hard to suppress the bitterness that arises in my heart.
Such poems and essays are worthy of being recorded through the ages, but they are not signed, and she will claim them as her own.
Helian Chaolu felt the determination of the Great Empress, and she was like a fly caught in a trap.
The drowning-like pressure swept over her, leaving her stunned for a long time.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The sound of knocking on the door brought her back to her senses.
"Miss Helian, it's time for lunch."
"Hold on."
Helian Chaolu quickly recited the poem several times in his mind.
It is catchy and has a long aftertaste, and it is deeply imprinted in my mind in a short while.
Burn it completely as required and slowly exhale the foul air.
Helian Chaolu didn't think that giving up a great reputation was a bonus.
I wonder how much the Helian family had to pay for these three poems?
The door opened and she became the bright and lively girl again.
The captain of the imperial guards smelled something burning in the house, but did not ask any questions.
The superiors have repeatedly stated that the only thing they need to do on this trip is to ensure Helian Chaolu's life is safe, and they don't care about anything else.
"Miss Helian, would you like to have dinner at the inn, or go out?"
Helian Chaolu said without hesitation, "I'm going out. I've finally arrived at the most prosperous place. I have to see all the prosperity to make this trip worthwhile."
The captain had no objection and left one group of people to guard her while the rest escorted her out of the inn.
Her exotic clothing and makeup, along with the imperial guards, attracted everyone's attention wherever she went.
It was lunchtime when the news quickly spread throughout Fengjing.
The topic of conversation after dinner focused on the daughter of this noble from the border court.
Helian Chaolu didn't care at all about the onlookers of the Fengjing people, and continued to do his own thing.
Whatever I see that I like, be it a delicate little piece of silk jewellery, no matter the price, I will buy it as long as I like it.
Lord Xiao Pei did not follow and left at the same time as the Sixth Prince.
The task of picking up people and welcoming them during the tour has been completed.
Although he was only a fifth-rank official, he was Prime Minister Pei's legitimate son. No ordinary person was worthy of following him.
So Lieutenant Li of the Imperial Guard took on the responsibility of explaining along the way.
Anyway, we are all familiar with each other and will be together for some time, so we have to be able to get along well on the surface.
In this way, they came from Qiongguifang to the neighboring Songyanfang.
On the other side is the East Market. With the shopping attitude of Helian Chaolu, he actually chose to come to this market where scholars and writers gather.
Captain Li was puzzled, but he did not ask.
Songyanfang is famous for its ink, and the best ink shops in Fengjing City are all here.
The four treasures of the study and calligraphy and cultural relics became a trend, and scholars were naturally attracted to them.
After Helian Chaolu entered the workshop, although she was still dazzled, she was obviously not as lively as before.
The impact of the three poems just now made her understand what it meant to be a "frog in the well", and the pride hidden in her heart had been almost worn away.
As a result, when I entered Songyanfang, I was immediately overwhelmed by the rich cultural atmosphere.
There are a few broken steles scattered under the shade of a huge locust tree on the right, and a scholar is making rubbings of them.
The elbows of the indigo-blue hemp cloth gown were worn through to reveal cloud-patterned sheer fabric, while a celadon water container and a goose-feather brush curtain were neatly hung from the belt around his waist.
At this moment, he was covering the broken stele with cicada wing paper, and the joints of his five fingers turned white due to the force.
A few steps forward, in a sloppily decorated teahouse, a little boy was writing a letter for an old woman.
The front of the apricot-yellow boy's clothes was stained with some mottled ink stains, and three fetal hair brushes of different lengths were inserted into the cowhide bag at his waist.
The pigtail tied with red string swayed with the sound of chanting: "Brother, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person, the frost in the north has come early..."
The sun is shining today. In front of a bookstore not far away, a servant is fumigating books with mugwort.
White smoke passed over the dew-collecting tray, stretching the shadow of the elm bookcase into a long and slender shape.
A scholar standing by the eaves of the umbrella shop opposite was mixing ink with gold powder to create a palette. On the table was a somewhat torn silk painting.
Helian Chaolu looked at it for a long time before she realized that he was repairing the painting.
These are things that are not found in books. Only by being there in person can you feel the literary atmosphere contained therein.
Therefore, he became increasingly silent.
Captain Li didn't know what she was feeling, but he just felt that it was a little strange.
Wherever they went, they would attract attention, but this time, Helian Chaolu did not raise her head.
"Captain Li, I'm tired from walking. Where is the busiest restaurant in this market?"
Of course there are restaurants, but compared with Dongshi, Qiongguifang and Langyinfang, they have fewer varieties.
Why did you come to this place to eat?
Captain Li didn't understand why, but he agreed anyway and led his men straight to the largest restaurant in Songyanfang.
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