As promised, the tailor is coming to the door.
This brought together more than a dozen people.
Among them were quite a few women.
According to Chen Bin, these people were the Li family's personal tailors, and their skills were beyond question.
Fortunately, the person who measured Lin Rui's body was an elderly woman in her sixties.
Lin Rui might not be happy if those ladies touched him inappropriately.
Soon, all of them disappeared in a flash.
The fabric was not mentioned.
There was no communication whatsoever.
The clothes weren't delivered until noon the next day.
After trying it on, Lin Rui felt it fit him quite well.
Standing in front of the mirror, he didn't feel too uncomfortable, except for the feeling that the style of the painting was a bit off.
Interestingly, Chen Bin also sent over a wig.
To be precise, this is a small crown, also known as a hairpin crown.
At this moment, Lin Rui wore a small crown on his head, and his long, slender sideburns flowed down.
He wore a light gold robe, with a gold-hooked jade belt around his waist, and a jade pendant carved with dragons and auspicious symbols hanging from his side. His thumb was also adorned with an imperial green thumb ring.
Situ Changqing nodded secretly.
At this moment, Lin Rui, with his handsome face, perfectly matched the image of ancient kings and nobles in his mind.
Chen Bin looked puzzled.
He really wanted to ask Situ Changqing a question.
Everyone says to keep a low profile, but Lin Rui's current outfit is no less impressive than his previous ones.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a ostentatious display.
This is worse than wearing modern clothes to a poetry competition.
With Lin Rui's appearance, he'll definitely attract attention once he steps out of that door!
Secretly clicking his tongue in amazement, Chen Bin hadn't expected that Lin Rui's ancient costume look would be far more captivating than his modern look!
A natural clothes hanger?
No.
Chen Bin prefers to believe that Lin Rui was born in the wrong era.
Wearing modern clothes would only make his natural image and temperament look worse.
"There's no time left, let's leave it at that."
What discerning eyes Situ Changqing possessed!
In fact, he had already sensed that something was wrong, but he still did it anyway.
Time is certainly one factor.
Tonight, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition will begin.
Another reason is that he was unwilling to deliberately vilify Lin Rui in order to keep a low profile.
In his opinion, Lin Rui's current image is the most natural.
People like Lin Rui, who try to cover things up, are more likely to arouse suspicion.
If that's the case, why force it?
To avoid making things worse.
The Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition will last for three days.
The venue will be Ziyun Mountain.
This mountain faces east and is surrounded by water on all sides.
The mountain stream is often shrouded in clouds and mist. Some people have seen purple clouds when they look out at dawn, and they believe that this mountain is an auspicious place.
Ziyun Mountain got its name from this.
For the next three days, the invited guests will stay at Ziyun Mountain.
Of course, as is customary, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition is broadcast live in its entirety to Washington State every year.
For the people of Washington State, this time of year is a literary feast.
However, this year seems a bit off.
With Fusheng Baibi's inscription, a buzz spread throughout the literary world.
It was a pact among literary giants that this year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition would have all participants compose poems with the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme.
Abandon poetry, choose words?
Of course, this decision only represents a portion of the literary figures and cannot be interpreted in the opinion of all invited guests.
But this one part alone is enough to influence the overall direction of this year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition.
The reason is clear to everyone.
Anyone who reads the poems and lyrics left by Fusheng on the white wall cannot help but feel excited and heroic.
And the one who started all of this has already appeared at the ferry crossing.
"Wow, over there, she's so pretty."
"Just a pretty boy."
"The perfume is too strong; it's not my sister's type."
"Then why are you shaking like that? Are you afraid you won't see me?"
…
Just as Chen Bin had expected, Lin Rui's appearance immediately caused a stir.
Right now, he was accompanied by a dark-skinned middle-aged man, who had been assigned to him by Situ Changqing.
Considering that Chen Bin's face was seen by many people last night, and Lin Rui in ancient costume was too conspicuous, if they continued to follow him, even if they changed into ancient clothes, it would be hard to guarantee that they would not be recognized by those with ulterior motives.
Therefore, Chen Bin's work for this Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition will shift from the public eye to an underground operation.
Of course, many people noticed the precious ornaments on Lin Rui's body.
Not to mention anything else, the jade pendant with dragon and auspicious symbols at the waist alone is no ordinary item.
Not to mention the conspicuous imperial green thumb ring worn on the thumb.
This person's talent and learning are unknown, but judging from his attire alone, his background must be extraordinary.
"Young master, please show me your invitation."
Now, a boat is moored at the ferry dock, ready to set sail, and Lin Rui joins the queue with the crowd.
"Give."
Lin Rui readily took out the invitation.
At that moment, the expressions of everyone, whether they were staff members stationed at the checkpoint or people watching from the sidelines, changed slightly.
A box made of pure gold.
Who is this person?
It should be noted that only a select few prominent figures at the top of the pyramid are qualified to receive the Crimson Gold Token.
However, considering Lin Rui's attire, they weren't surprised.
However, they all wondered which powerful family Lin Rui came from.
The staff stationed at the checkpoint respectfully welcomed Lin Rui onto the ship.
Because it was a red gold box, he could bring ten relatives or attendants with him.
Therefore, the middle-aged man who came with him was allowed to pass directly.
Li Donglai never expected Lin Rui to receive the Crimson Gold Letter; otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to send an invitation to Chen Bin.
To be precise, he never expected Cao Kang to be so sincere, not only personally going to Xia Prefecture but also presenting a letter in gold.
The bow of the boat was rocking slightly, but Lin Rui didn't run around. He just stood at the bow, gazing at Ziyun Mountain across the river.
Suddenly, a commotion arose behind me.
Looking in the direction of the sound.
The commotion came from the stern.
A huge multi-story ship appeared behind them, and on the ship, gongs and drums were beating loudly.
Compared to this, the ship Lin Rui was on immediately appeared tiny.
"It's Chi Haoming."
"Is it Chairman Cao's closed-door disciple?"
"It's him."
Lin Rui overheard the conversation around him and couldn't help but look over.
At the bow of the ship, a young man was carrying a sponge pen the size of a mop on his right shoulder and a wine jar in his left hand, his face slightly flushed.
Soon, his right arm dropped down, and the sponge pen he was holding kept moving around the bow of the boat, as if writing on the ground.
This person should be Chi Haoming, whom everyone is talking about.
A minute later, Chi Haoming threw his head back and laughed loudly, threw the sponge pen aside, picked up the wine jar with both hands, and drank it down.
"Good wine!"
"Someone come here!"
"Hang it up!"
After taking two or three big gulps, Chi Haoming, still clutching the wine jar, took a few steps back.
A large crowd had gathered at the bow of the ship.
Upon hearing this, someone stepped forward, bent down, and seemed to be picking something up from the ground.
Unfortunately, due to the elevation difference, the people on Lin Rui's ship couldn't see clearly.
However, the mystery was soon solved.
It was a giant piece of cloth, ten meters long and three meters wide.
On the cloth were several lines of large characters, the ink still wet.
Whoosh!
With a crisp sound, the giant cloth was lifted by the mast, and the words on it immediately came into everyone's view.
"Auspicious purple clouds rise from the east, brushing against the willows and pines."
Smoke from the forest drifted into the Sichuan region.
Thoughts gradually drifted like clouds returning to mist.
My thoughts are already on the wind as my friends arrive.
"good!"
"What a beautiful poem!"
"As expected of Chairman Cao's personal disciple!"
…
Whether it was the large ship or Lin Rui's small boat, everyone present cheered in unison.
Chi Haoming put down the wine jar and clasped his hands in a fist salute.
"I am deeply grateful for your kind words, but I am unworthy of them."
"Today, I have been entrusted by my master to come here to welcome you. I hope you have come with high spirits and leave with great enjoyment!"
"If there is any inadequacy in our hospitality, please forgive us."
That's all.
Chi Haoming raised his hand and shouted to the musicians at the bow of the ship, "Keep playing!"
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