Chapter 9 Qinglian Poetry Post

Author: Xi Yumu

Chapter 9 Qinglian Poetry Post

Ling Changfeng turned around and looked, curious as to who dared to act wild here. After all, in the prosperous place of Luoyang, the power behind such a large restaurant cannot be underestimated.

I saw that the man had a beard, but his head was bare, with sunken eye sockets, a high nose, a face full of flesh, and a half-inch scar on the left side of his face. He was wearing dusty clothes.

Western Clothing, at this moment, slapped the scimitar on his waist on the counter, eyes wide open, and shouted angrily at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper thought to himself that Qingfeng Restaurant had a strong background, and thought to himself: What a barbarian who doesn't understand the rules. On the surface, he was still friendly, and he said calmly: "I told the guest just now that the poem sticker has been taken away by the drunkard himself.

If you don’t believe me, I have no choice. But if you want to play tricks in Qingfeng Restaurant, I’m afraid you have to weigh the consequences first.”

Before he finished speaking, four strong men walked out of the inner hall, holding knives and sticks in their hands, and they seemed to be surrounded. As soon as the shopkeeper gave the order, the troublemakers were about to be driven out.

The man with the scar saw that the situation was not good. Although he was not afraid of a few people, he turned around and looked at the corner, as if he had received some order. He snorted in dissatisfaction and slowly picked up the machete on the counter.

The four strong men beside him saw him pick up the scimitar and unconsciously tightened the weapons in their hands. When they saw the man from the Western Region hung the scimitar back on his waist, turned around and walked towards the corner of the hall, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief.

.The man from the Western Region put too much pressure on them. The four of them were really not sure if they were going to fight. It would be best not to do anything now.

Ling Changfeng saw this farce and said to Xiaolan: "Xiaolan, you saw that drunk man writing poetry, did you see clearly what he wrote?"

Xiaolan shook her head and said: "It was too far and I was walking in a hurry. I only saw the word 'Xia Ke' and didn't pay attention to the rest." Then she recalled a little and said: "I saw him writing poetry.

His posture is like that of a swordsman. After all, my master once said, 'Swordsmanship and swordsmanship are indistinguishable'. The two have a lot in common! It would be great if I could observe them carefully."

When Ling Changfeng saw that Xiaolan was very accomplished in swordsmanship, he immediately praised her. Then he said, "How about we go take a look at that poem post?"

Xiaolan was very puzzled. She tilted her head and looked at Ling Changfeng and said, "Master, do you also need to know how to use swordsmanship? Why haven't I seen you use it? And it's not that easy to get it from the shopkeeper here."

Ling Changfeng replied: "I'm just a little interested in why people from the Western Regions want this poem. Besides, since you want to see it, I will naturally have a solution." After that, he walked towards the counter.

After the shopkeeper dismissed the man from the Western Region, he noticed Ling Changfeng approaching and hurriedly greeted him. He said with a smile: "Master Ling, you are here today. I will prepare a new delicacy for you today to ensure that the master is satisfied!"

Ling Changfeng smiled, stared at the shopkeeper and said: "We are not in a hurry to eat. I just heard that you have a good poem here. Can you lend it to me?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he smiled with a smile on his face, cupped his hands to Ling Changfeng and said: "There is indeed a poem post written by the great poet Qinglian this morning to pay off his debt, because he owed our restaurant 200 taels of silver. Originally, it would have been

Mr. Ling likes it, so it’s okay to give it to Mr. Ling. It’s just...this..."

Seeing him hesitating, Ling Changfeng said with a serious tone: "Humph, what's the difficulty in this matter? Even I can't observe it?!"

The shopkeeper quickly apologized and said in a low voice: "To be honest with you, Master Qinglian easily forgets to leave poems in front of others. This poem has been reserved by our shop owner and will be given to today's distinguished guests. I can't interfere in it. I hope you will, sir."

Forgive me."

Ling Changfeng said: "Since it's so difficult, how about sending it to Yaxiang Pavilion for me to take a look later?"

The shopkeeper immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Look, the young one can make the decision. Young Master, just go to dinner, I will send the poem to you later." After saying that, he winked, and the waiter next to him immediately stepped forward to receive the reception.

Ling Changfeng and the two went to Yaxiang Pavilion.

The shopkeeper's arrogant and courteous attitude made the strong man from the Western Regions in the corner who was watching the movements from a distance feel even more depressed. He immediately put down the wine glass in his hand. Sitting beside him was a woman whose face was shrouded in gauze.

He said calmly: "Dashan, you have a good meal and we will go meet him later."

The elegant box is decorated with beautiful jade beads, the floor is also covered with a blanket, the tables and chairs are all made of huanghuali wood, and the jade bowls and silver beads are extremely luxurious. Through the window, you can see the endless flow of people on the street, looking far away,

Luoyang has many pavilions and pavilions, making it extremely prosperous.

Xiaolan pointed to the menu and ordered several special delicacies, and added a braised lion's head. At the end, she said to the waiter: "Let's have some more yellow croaker, fresh and small. We can't just eat it, Xiaoyu has to come too."

One portion. Go quickly!" After saying that, he touched Xiaoyu who was lying on the chair.

The waiter memorized the dishes and ran out of the kitchen to get them. Ling Changfeng stared into the distance, thinking about the suspicious points in Si Tianjian's case.

"Da da da da", there was a soft knock on the door. Then a woman outside the door asked softly: "May I ask if Mr. Ling is inside? Can you please see me?"

Xiaolan looked at Ling Changfeng, saw him nodding, and responded: "My young master is here, girl, come in."

The door was pushed open, and it was Dashan, a man from the Western Region, and the masked woman who came in.

Seeing this, Xiaolan straightened her back and turned around slightly. Ling Changfeng motioned for her to stay out of the way and asked, "What do you two have to do?"

Darshan said: "My master has something to discuss with you."

Ling Changfeng smiled and said: "You are so strange. You ask me for something, but you don't dare to show your true colors. It seems that there is no need to discuss it. You can go."

When Darshan heard this, he suddenly became angry and was about to explode, but he was stopped by the woman next to him. She slowly took off her veil, revealing her beautiful face.

This woman's skin is as good as snow, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water. As she looks around, she has an elegant and noble temperament that makes people attracted.

Surrounded.

However, Ling Changfeng's eyes were clear, and she was obviously not attracted by her beautiful appearance. Her almond-shaped lips parted slightly, and she said softly: "Master Ling, I was presumptuous. This is my follower Dashan, who has offended many people.

Please bear with me, sir.

We came from the Western Regions to track down a murderer. This person is extremely vicious and has an indissoluble grudge with me. I tracked here today and heard that the poem post was related to this person, so I wanted to see the poem post.

.Make the young master laugh!"

Ling Changfeng was unmoved and just said: "What does your enemy have to do with me? Why should I help you?"

Seeing Ling Changfeng's indifferent attitude, the woman stopped beating around the bush and said directly: "As long as the young master lets me take a look at this poem, it will be fine. I will definitely thank the young master once the deal is done!"
Chapter completed!