"Gong Langjun, don't tell me my real name after entering."
Arriving at the entrance of the courtyard, Li Yan said calmly.
Yumitsugu showed an expression that I understand: "Absolutely!"
Li Yan continued: "Xue Le, send Fu'er and Wan'er back to the post house..."
The little prince curiously poked his head inside, but Wan'er noticed a hint of familiarity from the master's tone.
When she left, she was a little reluctant to leave, and secretly vowed to really help Master in the future.
When Gong Siguang saw the two children leaving, he said in confusion: "Li Jiyi, the yard is very big, and the initial gathering was no different from normal. There is no need to avoid it."
Li Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Gong Siguang felt that he understood again, and said with a smile: "I understand, I'm going to have a big fight. Don't worry, this Yan Duzhi will never let Li Jiyi down."
Li Yan thought for a while and first understood the situation: "There were originally four most famous ladies in Pingkangfang, Chang'an. I wonder how many there are in Luoyang? What is the status of this Madam Zheng?"
Gong Siguang hurriedly said: "I have three well-known ladies in Luoyang, and this Lady Zheng ranks first. She is not keen on dignitaries, but is very polite to literati. She has many famous friends, and she often stays up all night, reading poems and talking.
The literati in Luoyang feel honored to be able to participate in the literary and drinking party hosted by Yan Duzhi!"
"I heard that Yan Duzhi's cage is full of poems, notes, calligraphy and paintings for good guests. She regards these things as priceless wealth and takes gold and silver treasures very lightly."
"She is absolutely unique among the ladies of Douzhi. She is like a green lotus that emerges from the mud but remains unstained."
Seeing the look of praise overflowing from Gong Siguang's brows, Li Yan exclaimed: "That's unfortunate, I can't recite poems and write poems."
Gong Siguang smiled and said: "Li Jiyi, don't be modest. You are from the Li family in Longxi, and you are so handsome. How can you not know how to recite poetry?"
Li Yan looked at him: "It seems that you really don't understand me at all. I grew up in Liangzhou, and my martial arts skills are not bad. If you ask me to kill enemies on the battlefield, there will be no problem. If you ask me to be arty, I can't do it."
Gong Siguang was stunned.
Li Yan said: "I am a high-ranking official. I don't like to recite poems and compose poems. It seems that it does not suit the preferences of Lady Yan. How about I leave?"
"Absolutely not!"
Gong Siguang was very anxious and said quickly: "Actually, I forgot to mention something just now. Madam Yan may also like high-ranking officials and powerful people..."
As he was flexibly adapting to his hobbies, footsteps came from inside.
The courtyard door opened, and a fake mother with exquisite makeup came out: "Hello, Wulang! Hello, distinguished guest!"
Gong Siguang was filled with anger and immediately vented his anger on her: "Why are you so slow? Did you crawl over here?"
The fake mother bent down repeatedly: "Forgive me, Wulang, forgive me, Wulang, but there are actually guests in the courtyard, and we have to entertain them."
Gong Siguang's expression suddenly became gloomy: "I'm here, why won't my guests leave?"
I didn't make an appointment here, so it was normal that there were other people in Madam Yan's courtyard, but she just deliberately shouted loudly to tell the guests inside to get out of here.
Li Yan was on the side, but he thought of the scene where the evil slaves in Wu Minzhi's house yelled, and Shu Sanniang hurriedly sent him and Qiu Shenji away through the back door, and then Qiu Shenji was blocked, and then Wu Minzhi came into being.
One case.
Unexpectedly, yesterday would reappear, and now it would be his own arrival, forcing the people inside to leave?
Has the dragon slayer turned into an evil dragon...
If it wasn't for the talent being triggered, it meant that there was some kind of intense conflict that was about to explode. He wanted to see if he could prevent the murder in advance, so he would definitely turn around and leave.
Li Yan secretly made a decision: "Jealousy in the Land of Fireworks is the most boring thing. I'll go in and have a look later. If it's a swinger seeking death, then I'll give him a ride as an official..."
Gong Siguang, however, was particularly skillful and waved his hand: "Let them leave, don't pretend to delay and play the fun trick of flattering the superior and suppressing the inferior!"
The fake mother showed her embarrassment and whispered: "I will never dare to pretend to be evasive in front of Wu Lang. There are actually many people here, including Qi Lang from your mansion and Zheng Langjun."
Gong Siguang's expression finally changed: "Is Zheng Wenming here too today?"
Li Yan's eyes moved: "Who is this person?"
Gong Siguang whispered: "The only son of Governor Zheng."
Li Yan suddenly realized that he had met the son of the highest official in Luoyang.
There are two chief executives in Luoyang, the one at the county level is the Luoyang Ling, and the one at the state level is the Luozhou Governor. The latter is a third-grade official, a genuine purple-robed official, and his jurisdiction includes the surrounding areas.
It seemed a bit awkward to include the chief executive of the capital into the ranks of governors. When Li Longji promoted Yongzhou, where Chang'an is located, to Jingzhao Prefecture, and Luozhou, where Luoyang is located, to Henan Prefecture, the governor of Luozhou automatically became Henan Yin.
The status becomes independent.
This position should be very familiar to later generations, such as the famous Kaifeng Prefect Bao Zheng, although Bao Zheng never served as Kaifeng Prefect in history~
No matter what he was called, before the imperial court moved here, the governor of Luozhou was the highest official in Luoyang. No matter how arrogant Gong Siguang was, he couldn't help but flinch when he heard that the second-generation official in Luoyang was inside.
But then he thought: "No, this is Li Yuanfang next to me. What should I be afraid of?"
He looked at Li Yan and saw that the big boss had no intention of leaving. He immediately felt at ease and immediately became awe-inspiring: "So what if Zheng Wenming is inside? Madam Yan must entertain us tonight, come in!"
The fake mother looked at the words and expressions, and realized that it was a fox pretending to be a tiger. She immediately focused her attention on Li Yan, turned her body to this side very naturally, and said respectfully: "Invite you, my distinguished guest! Invite Wu Lang!"
Li Yan walked in.
There are small bridges and flowing water, dense bamboo forests, and small decorations in the courtyard, which are elegant and elegant.
Even though there are only a few walls away, the city is brightly lit even after the curfew, there is still a sense of tranquility in this paradise.
Arriving in front of the hall, everyone inside looked at him with different expressions.
Gong Siguang took the lead, clasped his fists, and laughed loudly: "Zheng Langjun, Lao Qi, Yan Duzhi, please forgive me for disturbing you! This good friend of mine has a good reputation in Luoyang for the first time today, and I must...
Do your best to be a landlord!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Everyone's eyes turned around, and Li Yan gave himself a suitable pseudonym: "Li Zhengying, I have met you all."
The first person to stand up was a thin man with a handsome appearance, a slightly pale complexion and a very elegant temperament: "I am Zheng Hui, courtesy name Wenming. I have met Li Langjun."
A woman stood on the table next to him. She was slender and covered with a gauze. Only her eyes were exposed. She bowed and said nothing.
Following them stood up a tall man, dressed exquisitely, with a yellow flower in his hair and feet. He said with a smile: "Fifth brother wants to be friends, we all understand, but we can't help but be a little anxious... Ha, I
His name is Gong Taoguang, his courtesy name is Fengzheng, and he has met Brother Li."
As soon as the three of them appeared, the other scribes at the table also stood up to introduce themselves and say hello.
As for the owner of this place, Yan Douzhi, he stood in the center of the hall, dressed in green clothes with a cold temperament. His attitude was also quite cold at this time: "I have met Li Langjun and Gong Langjun, please!"
"please!"
When everyone was seated, Gong Siguang wanted to speak, but Li Yan said calmly: "You shouldn't let down the beautiful scenery at this beautiful time. Let's keep everything as usual. It's just a good time to appreciate Yan Duzhi's talent."
Gong Siguang immediately closed his mouth.
Seeing this bastardous playboy so obedient, everyone was very surprised and couldn't help but look at Li Yan a few more times.
Li Zhengying?
I have never heard of this person. Is he from the Li family of Longxi or the Li family of Zhaojun?
However, Li Yan noticed that the only one among them who did not look at him was Yan Douzhi.
The woman's eyes almost all fell on Zheng Hui, and Zheng Hui also kept staring at Yan Douzhi with affectionate eyes.
Gong Siguang also noticed it, and came over and whispered: "Li Jiyi, it was Zheng Wenming who stayed up all night with Madam Yan to talk about poetry. The two of them must have hooked up early. This can't continue!"
Li Yan ignored him and observed every guest.
I looked around and found nothing.
There is no doubt that it is much more difficult to stop a crime than to wait until the person is dead to investigate the case.
There were more than ten guests in the hall, including a lady, a fake mother, serving maids, and musicians playing nearby, totaling more than twenty people.
Although Weishijin's eyesight is good at observing people's subtle expressions, in this atmosphere, everyone wears a mask. It is impossible for someone who wants to harm others to just cover his body in darkness, secretly stare at the victim, and think that he is someone else.
Can't be found.
Li Yan looked around, without any effort, and turned to look at the center.
The talent show has begun.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Zheng Hui, the son of the governor, came to the row of musical instruments lined up at the edge of the hall.
There are all kinds of musical instruments, from guzheng to harp to large and small pipa, from long piccolo to shengxiao to silk and bamboo. There are nearly 20 kinds of instruments. They are very complete, including drums and suonas.
Zheng Hui picked up the suona and began to sing loudly: "It's so unbearable to think about the waves, and it's so sad to be sentimental. The galloping horses show their courage, and the stags reach their eyebrows. When the flowers fall, the sun blooms, but when the moon sinks, there is no time to bloom. I would rather hide my words behind the hills.
, the grass will be separated."
When Yan Duzhi saw it, he immediately came to the side of the hall, picked up the guzheng, and started walking around.
Everyone showed expectations, including Li Yan, who was curious.
It has been known for a long time that the lady has a quick mind and when a guest composes an impromptu poem, he must recite the poem in the shortest possible time.
It is no exaggeration to say that being able to compose a poem in seven steps is an essential business ability for ladies, and it is also what literati like most about them.
What about this lady Yan now?
She did not disappoint everyone. She composed a poem before even taking seven steps, and sang it with a clear voice: "The last spring is to help the sick drink, this night is the saddest. Once the dream is over, the wind and flowers will be wild for a few days."
.Lonely Luan looks in the mirror, Lonely Yan returns to Liang lazily. His kindness can be shown, and he drinks a glass of sour wine."
The two looked at each other and came to the hall to sing and dance. All the scribes clapped their hands and applauded at the banquet, and some of them were even more intoxicated and wild.
Li Yan also clapped his hands.
Not only are the poems witty, but the singing voice and music are also outstanding, and the dance is pleasing to the eye.
It's no wonder that everyone knows that the lady is sought after by so many people. How many people would go crazy if they can hang out with such a top talent every day.
It's just that both of their poems are about things that have passed away, and they are very much about mourning the dead. When paired with the songs, they have a deep sense of sadness.
The next moment, Lady Yan played the guzheng, and Zheng Hui put the suona to his lips and played to his heart's content.