No matter whether there are ghosts in the imperial city or a military disaster in the prime minister's palace, the lives of ordinary people must continue.
On the big stone bridge connecting Wuyinfang and Yushunfang, Lu Qian and his cavalry galloped across. At the bridgehead on the Yushunfang side, they were blocked by a large group of people blocking the way.
Here, it is only three blocks away from Lu Qian's Survey Department station and the Bai family's residence.
A large-scale restaurant, Moyun Tower, is located at the end of the bridge. It is surrounded by ancient plums and green bamboos. There is also a row of more than a dozen elegant waterside pavilions next to the water. On weekdays, the dignitaries of Yushunfang like it the most.
Invite a few or five friends to come here to enjoy the river view, taste river delicacies, recite poems, and talk loudly.
When Lu Qian led the team over, the restaurant on the eleventh floor was packed with people, and the dozen or so expensive waterside pavilions were also crowded.
In addition, near the bridge, in front of the restaurant, there is a huge area, crowded with thousands of people, and all of them are arty scholars wearing gauze hats, long gowns, and carrying various fans in the winter.
On the frozen canal, there are a large number of rafts neatly arranged.
Countless scholars prepared small stoves, fine wines and dishes, etc. on the rafts. They were like long-necked geese, stretching their necks and staring straight at the top floor of Moyun Tower.
"Next song, next song, whose turn is it!"
These scholars were so excited that their faces were red, and they were dancing and shouting.
Even if Lu Qian led a large group of cavalry, slowed down, and rolled over the bridge like a torrent of steel, only a few of these fanatical scholars in the last circle turned back to look at him, and then said disdainfully
Turn around.
Crowds blocked the streets at Qiaotou, making it impossible to pass.
Lu Qian frowned, and the people in the distance who couldn't pass through were whispering curses.
But facing these scholars, ordinary people only dared to curse in a low voice from a distance, and no one dared to come forward to reason with them.
Lu Qian jumped off his mount, walked up behind a scholar, pinched his neck, and forced his body to turn around: "Brother, what happened in Moyun Tower?"
The scholar, who looked to be over forty years old, had his neck sore from being pinched by Lu Yi. He was about to yell and curse when he suddenly saw the Shenwu generals following behind Lu Yi. His eyes glanced at the scepters in the hands of the Shenwu generals.
, Jiuquqingluo umbrella and other ceremonial guards, the scholar immediately put a smile on his face.
"My lord, inside are the twelve young men from Haojing. They are competing in a literary competition."
"Hey, you know Lord Changbai Changbai of the Imperial Academy, right?"
Lu Qian immediately corrected him: "Deputy Mountain Chief!"
The scholar glared at Lu Qian: "It will happen sooner or later... I'm afraid, this is all gossip. Master Bai's granddaughter is Miss Shuang. Didn't twelve talented people come to ask for marriage in the past two days?"
Lu Qian raised his eyebrows. He clearly remembered the excitement of the previous two days.
Xiong Dingtian and the followers of the Jiuyin Sect came to attack him early that morning, but he killed him in return. Today, the bodies of Xiong Dingtian and the others are still lying in the widow's room of Yushunfang Lingyamen.
"These twelve talents are all the best among my cultural disciples in Haojing City. They are all full of poems and books and have unparalleled talents. Every one of them is the ideal husband in the hearts of countless boudoir ladies in Haojing City!"
"Twelve people came to ask for marriage at the same time. Miss Shuang is so lucky. It's really...no one in Haojing City can match her!"
"However, there is only one person, Miss Weishuang. Therefore, early this morning, Miss Weishuang held a Wenbi cocktail party at Moyun Tower and invited a group of celebrities and sages from Haojing City to serve as judges. These twelve people will be selected.
I am looking for a suitable husband."
The middle-aged scholar's face turned red with excitement: "This is an elegant event that has not happened in Haojing for a hundred years. In the prosperous literary world, it is bound to be famous for generations. I received the news the day before yesterday, and I rushed non-stop for two days and one night. I just arrived early this morning.
Rush to Yushunfang."
Stamping his feet, the man shook his head sadly and said: "Unfortunately, I'm still late. Not to mention that there are no seats in the building, all the seats on the canal have been taken away. I have no choice but to wait and see in front of the door.
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Lu Qian's expression became extremely strange.
The Bai family is really unscrupulous?
Tsk tsk, the day before yesterday, twelve handsome men came to propose to Bai Lu, and today there was such a literary competition to select a future husband from among the twelve for Bai Lu.
"Some people really do the trick of seeking death by climbing a pole." Lu Qian sneered sarcastically.
Several nearby scholars turned around at the same time, glared at Lu Qian and wanted to scold him. But like the middle-aged scholar, when they saw the various honor guards in the hands of the divine generals behind Lu Qian, they all subconsciously bent slightly and bowed to Lu Qian.
He showed a friendly smile.
Lu Qian waved his hand forward.
The Shenwu generals and a group of guards immediately separated the crowd violently. Regardless of the scoldings and abuses of the scholars, they violently pushed and pushed a passage. Lu Qian Shishiran strode into the Moyun Tower, climbed all the way into the room, and reached the literary competition venue on the top floor.
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On the top floor of Moyun Building, all the private room compartments have been removed, and the entire top floor has become a huge unobstructed space.
On the north side of the top floor, four round tables were placed, with various refreshments, wine and food on them. A group of about twenty men, aged forty and up, dressed as scribes, sat around the round tables with reserved smiles on their faces.
On the south side of the top floor, there is a row of twelve short book tables, each with a small table.
There is hot tea and snacks on the small table.
There are pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc. on the short writing desk.
Two days ago, twelve talented people from Haojing who came to Bai Changkong's house early in the morning to propose to Bai Lu were sitting behind short desks, shaking their heads and squeezing their brains.
On the west side of the top floor, large white papers are hung in a row.
Several unrestrained writers with their sleeves rolled up were standing aside with smiles, holding brushes in their hands, with ink dripping from the tip of the pen. Several poems were copied on the large paper, and the ink marks were bright, obviously they had just been copied.
There was a man with a loud voice standing at the window, reciting poems copied on the paper loudly toward the bottom.
Inside and outside Moyun Tower, including on the canal beside it, countless people recited and chanted in unison, making the sound loud and loud.
On the east side of the top floor, under the window, there is a row of exquisite small tables.
Bai Lu and a group of her close friends, such as Huang Jue, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Luoshan, and others, a group of young ladies with extraordinary backgrounds and quite a reputation in the city of Haojing, sat next to the young couple.
Each one of them acted like a gentle lady, smiling softly, pointing and commenting on the poems.
Compared with these eldest ladies who pretend to be gentle, next to Bai Lu, sitting next to her, is a girl who is eight feet tall and almost nine feet away. She is extremely tall, has a very hot figure, a beautiful face, and beautiful legs.
The extremely tall girl poured wine, drank wine, and ate vegetables and meat nonchalantly.
This girl's style is bold and unrestrained, completely inconsistent with the feminine virtues and disciplines advocated by the literary gentlemen.
But among the men on the top floor, eight or nine of the ten men had their eyes fixed on her, including the twelve talented people who were squeezing their brains. From time to time, they would secretly glance at the long-legged girl and then glance at her again.
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As soon as Lu Qian went upstairs, he saw such a wonderful scene.
He suddenly laughed loudly.
This group of talents were obviously recruited by Bai Changkong to cooperate in the acting. Looking at their appearance, how could they really admire Bai Lu?
It's a good thing that Lu Qian didn't smile. With his smile, he made great progress in his cultivation in the imperial city. Not to mention the powerful strength brought to him by the Wuliang Guixu body and the condensed Guixu immortal essence, he only had the physical strength after tempering it several times.
, is already an otherworldly existence.
A burst of laughter was like the roar of a huge bell, which made the crystal windows on the top floor buzz and shake. Those pretentious scribes and talents were almost shaken by the huge laughter.
Feeling dizzy, he hurriedly covered his ears and scolded loudly.
"Where did the madman come from? Back off!"
Among the scribes who were invited to judge, an old master who was over seventy years old, extremely well-maintained and energetic stood up and shouted loudly at Lu Qian.
This old master's martial arts cultivation is probably above the tenth level of the Tuo Pulse Realm.
A loud shout was like thunder on the ground, and ripples like water waves visible to the naked eye rose in the air, blasting towards Lu Qian's face.
Lu Qian's laughter became louder and louder.
In front of his mouth, there were also circles of ripples rushing forward. The old master's scolding was shattered by his laughter. The old master who opened his mouth to scold turned pale, his body swayed, and he stumbled back two steps in embarrassment, almost
Not one fell to the ground.
"Crazy guy!" Dozens of soldiers stood up in unison, all of them turned pale, pointed at Lu Qian and shouted loudly.
"Ha, ha!" Lu Qian chuckled a few times, clasping his hands behind his back, he took a deep look at Bai Lu, whose face became extremely distorted.
In the imperial city, he had already replaced the red robe of the palace guard general and put on the dark silver-patterned Kunpeng Fuyao purple robe that only the emperors of the Great Yin Dynasty were qualified to wear.
Anyone who has a little understanding of Dayin's etiquette will recognize what this purple robe means.
The Shenwu generals filed up to the top floor holding various ceremonial guards.
The scepter, the nine-curved green umbrella, the golden sword and the silver sword are all dazzling, and each of them exudes a strong flavor called power.
Thirty-six well-dressed and burly Shenwu generals stood next to Lu Qian. The faces of those celebrities suddenly changed, and the scoldings stopped abruptly.
"Hey, how busy is it?" Lu Qian bowed his hand to Bai Lu: "Sister Wei Shuang, I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't want to come up to interfere with your good deeds today, but your admirers blocked the streets below.
, I can only come up and watch the excitement."
Bai Lu stood up tremblingly, stared at the purple robe on Lu Qian's body, and said word by word: "Brother Lu Shi... Sure enough, you sold yourself for glory, and you got what you wanted?"
"Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, should be beaten!" Lu Qian smiled and pointed at Bai Lu: "But I have a principle in life, that is, I will not hit women unless it is absolutely necessary. But I just beat up a man named Zhu Yu
Yes, half of my face was beaten to pieces by me."
Bai Lu's face turned pale. She wanted to ask clearly, but in this situation, in front of twelve suitors, how could she ask about Zhu Yu's situation?
Lu Qian smiled and walked to several large hanging papers.
He looked at the poems copied above and nodded: "Oh, a gentleman's virtue chants plum blossoms, well, the glorious archway, a gentleman's virtue... Haha, don't be a hypocrite who specializes in doing dirty things.
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"You are so presumptuous!" Among the Twelve Talents, a young man in fine clothes pointed at Lu Qian and yelled angrily.
"Hehe, hehe." Lu Qian smiled and snatched the brush from a writer's hand.