Chapter 265 I don’t know who is the one who speaks fast
In Qiongguifang, Captain Li ran quickly towards the inn.
In the beginning of autumn in Beijing, the evening breeze finally brought a touch of coolness.
The moment my left foot stepped into the front hall, the refreshing feeling disappeared, and was swallowed up by the heat of the noisy voices.
Everyone's eyes were looking over at him, giving him the illusion that he was the top star in Langyinfang.
It’s really... too hot!
In the front hall of the inn, candlelight was bright at this moment, illuminating the room full of scholars wearing caps, blue robes, and feather fans.
The astringency of new ink, the strength of aged wine, and the rich aroma of precious incense mixed together, weighing heavily on Li Chengfeng's heart.
The benches, square tables and even the corner counters, wherever there was a place to stand, were filled with figures.
An old scholar with white hair and beard stroked his beard and pondered, while young talents at the peak of their careers waved their folding fans with dignity. There were also several officials in casual clothes with extraordinary demeanor sat and drank tea.
Lofty speeches, quotations from classics, pretentious laughter, clinking glasses...
It merged into an elegant bustle, and those who didn't know would think that the inn was hosting some great literary gathering.
But in reality, almost everyone was absent-minded, and would always glance at the door leading to the backyard from the corner of their eyes.
Li Chengfeng thought something was wrong, so he went out to get some information. Although the inn was bustling when he left, it shouldn't be like this.
Just as he was about to rush forward, a gaunt old man stepped forward and stopped him.
With this reaction and these legs, who would believe it if I told him about it at the age of sixty?
The old man nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if he was not the one who had just moved so quickly.
Li Chengfeng sighed in his heart, but still stood still, clasped his hands in front of his chest and bowed.
The angle is neither too deep nor too shallow, appearing neither disrespectful nor perfunctory.
There is no way. The old guy in front of me is the chief academic officer of the Imperial College, a fourth-rank official.
Not to mention Li Chengfeng, even his deputy commander has to perform this salute here.
"Brother Li..." After a noticeable pause, the old man slowly stroked his long beard, "Is it true?"
Li Chengfeng cursed Feng Jing in his heart.
You don't even know his official position or his name, and you're still asking questions like this?
"Zhang Jijiu, I don't understand."
Tsk... young people nowadays are really disrespectful to the elderly. They obviously understood but they didn’t reveal any information.
At this time, another old man came over.
"Captain Li, we just want to ask if that poem was really written by Helian Chaolu?"
The man's tone was anxious and he mentioned the name accurately.
Li Chengfeng also recognized him, an old editor of the Hanlin Academy, who was more like a pure scholar compared to Zhang Jijiu.
He bowed again, "Yes."
The status of warriors is much lower than that of scholars. Even if Li Chengfeng is a member of the imperial guards, these self-righteous scholars would never pay any attention to him.
Now everyone came to him eagerly, and he knew exactly why.
"Then Prime Minister Pei's comments..."
"yes."
The answer was crisp and clear, and the front hall immediately became noisy again.
How could it be false if it was acknowledged by the captain of the imperial guards?
The old editor took a quick step forward, seemingly trying to grab Li Chengfeng's arm, but he dodged it easily.
The old man didn't take it seriously and said hurriedly, "I heard that there was a new work when he met Prime Minister Pei. Captain Li, could you recite it?"
"No, I don't remember."
Everyone: ...
After a brief silence, it immediately became lively.
What a talent! Even Prime Minister Pei praised the poem, but he didn't even remember it?!
Li Chengfeng didn't intend to waste time with them. He clasped his fists and said loudly, "I have military duties to attend to. I will not accompany you."
Without waiting for anyone to react, he quickly passed through the hall. With that speed and that agile movement, most people could never keep up.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the front hall.
"Hey, don't go yet!"
"Such poetic talent, please recommend me!"
Only after everyone left did they vent their dissatisfaction.
After all, most people do not hold official positions, so they dare not complain in person. The title of the Imperial Guard is still a bit intimidating.
The old editor of the Hanlin Academy also looked reluctant and shook his head.
"To accomplish the king's affairs, to win a good reputation in life and after death.
Poor white hair! "
He shook his head and chanted some poems, ignoring the people in the room. He walked straight past Zhang Jijiu and left the inn.
Several civil servants knew that they would not be able to hear any new works tonight, so they left one after another.
Only the young talents and the busybodies were left, unwilling to move, and were discussing loudly.
"Eight hundred miles of roast meat distributed to the subordinates, fifty strings of music played from beyond the Great Wall, soldiers were inspected on the battlefield in autumn, ha..."
A sip of strong liquor went down his throat, and the talented man shook his head excitedly, "Excellent, wonderful!"
Everyone sighed. They thought they could see another masterpiece tonight, but it was ruined by such a killer.
Humph, a vulgar warrior!
"I wonder how Miss Helian feels about poetry tonight?"
"The beginning of autumn is the season when people are most susceptible to melancholy. This is also the first time Miss Helian has left the border and witnessed the prosperity of Fengjing..."
"Do you think her inspiration will flow like a fountain at this moment?"
“That makes sense!”
"Wait, wait a little longer."
"I don't know what Miss Helian looks like..."
Hmm? Where did this unsociable voice come from?
Disrespectful! Rude!
Did they come for their looks? They came for their poetry!
"How about... asking the waiter?"
No one knew which vulgar person in some corner said this, but the front hall fell silent.
"Waiter, bring me a pot of wine!"
"Waiter, add another dish!"
…
Li Chengfeng escaped and went to the backyard and knocked on the door.
The door was opened and closed immediately after he entered.
Looking at his brothers scattered around the wall, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.
The imperial guards at the door opened their mouths and muttered, "I don't know who's the one who's so quick-witted..."
Originally, they thought it was just an ordinary job, protecting a noblewoman from the border was no big deal, and the brothers just thought it was a relaxing break. But now, who knows who is so quick-witted.
It’s okay for a restaurant to promote poetry, as it takes time and the efforts may not be that great.
But who is Pei Xiang?
"My son is not as good as me", how destructive is this sentence?
Apart from anything else, even several civil servants were dispatched after their shifts.
With the spread of the poem, all the literati in Fengjing went crazy.
Originally, when people heard that it was a noble lady from the border, they just came to watch the fun.
People from Fengjing are naturally proud.
But now it’s different. The proudest literati are rushing forward like crazy.
All the rooms in the inn were booked out, and it was hard to find a room. The inn was overcrowded because there were always people who wanted to catch a glimpse of the "master of poetry and prose".
The brothers did not dare to rest for a moment and surrounded the yard, fearing that someone would break in and ruin their mission.
Judging from the enthusiasm of those literati outside, it is not an exaggeration.
Li Chengfeng patted his shoulder. He already had some guesses in his mind, but he couldn't say them out loud.
"Brothers, you have worked hard. After the errand is done, I will invite you to Songtao Pavilion for a good meal."
The brother rolled his eyes. The boss was really generous to others. With that sign, wouldn’t the meal at Songtao Pavilion be free?
Walking in, I found that Helian Chaolu's door was wide open.
A dim oil lamp was lit, and the girl sat at the table, drinking a glass of wine with her head tilted back.
Li Chengfeng came outside the house and knocked on the door lightly.
"Miss Helian, it's nothing serious. There was a fire in a garden in Langyinfang, but the fire has been put out."
It turned out that he had just seen the thick smoke rising into the sky, and was worried about going out to ask the local Wu Hou for information.
"Hmm..." He murmured softly, as if he didn't care much.
Li Chengfeng was silent. It was hard to connect her with the unruly little girl during the day.
He clasped his fists again and said, "Girl, please rest early."
After hearing this, Helian Chaolu finally turned around and looked outside the house.
Li Chengfeng remained calm, closed the door for her and left, but...
Those silent eyes seemed to carry a hint of sadness.
Why? Because they left their homeland, or something else?
Li Chengfeng shook his head. What did this have to do with him?
In the silent night, a slight sigh was heard.
Outside the imperial study, Yinzhe stopped.
At this time, he had taken off his disguise mask and put on his iconic veil.
Eunuch Su Quan was guarding outside the courtyard, which meant that His Majesty had something extremely secret that even he couldn't hear.
What will happen at this critical juncture?
"Master Yinzhe, please wait a moment."
"Eunuch Su, this is an urgent matter. Please pass it on."
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