Li Chen just entered the attic and was about to go up the stairs when a voice came from behind and stopped him.
Li Chen looked back and saw a young man in a green shirt looking at him calmly.
The young man cupped his hands and said in a polite tone: "Master, are you here to participate in the poetry meeting?"
Li Chen asked: "So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"
The young man smiled and said, "If not, then it's simple. The room upstairs is being reserved by Zhao Shoufu's son Zhao Tailai. If you are not attending the poetry meeting, you can't go up."
"If so, please show me your invitation."
"It's okay without an invitation. If there are direct elders in the young master's family, and they are officials from the fourth rank or above, they can join. If they have retired and become officials, then they need to be of the third rank."
"If you don't have both, there is another way. Donate fifty taels of silver, and you can also go up and listen."
While he was talking, two big men with big shoulders and round waists stood behind the young man in green shirt, staring at Li Chen with unkind expressions.
Judging from the posture, it seems that as long as Li Chen is not an elder who is a high-ranking official or cannot provide money, he will be thrown out immediately.
"This is quite new."
Li Chen chuckled lightly and said: "It turns out that this poetry meeting is not a place for everyone to exchange what they have learned and discuss poems and songs, but a place to compete with the elders in the family for their official rank and the family's financial resources?"
The young man in green shirt smiled when he heard this and said: "Is this young master not awake? Mr. Zhao spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver to build the Tengwang Pavilion. It is not a place for ordinary poor people with no power to come."
After saying that, the young man waved his hands with some disgust and said: "Young master, if you are short of money and can't come up with money, or if you don't have a senior official in your family, you'd better not join in the fun. You're just asking for trouble, or you'd better be behind me."
Two strong men throw you out? That is really insulting to gentlemen."
Hundreds of thousands of taels...
This number made Li Chen feel angry.
Zhao Xuanji's son is actually richer than himself.
Nowadays, the treasury is empty, so that as a prince, he can only make a living by robbing the homes of wealthy businessmen and corrupt officials. However, Zhao Xuanji's son can spend hundreds of thousands of taels of silver to build a loft for picking up girls with a wave of his hand.
"I don't have any money, and none of the elders in my family are of any rank. But today, I really want to go up to Prince Teng's Pavilion to see something. If you have the guts, you can stop me."
Li Chen really didn't lie.
As a prince, he cannot bring money with him when he goes out.
And what rank of official is the elder of his family, Emperor Daxing? What rank of official is he, the prince?
After saying this, Li Chen turned around and went straight upstairs.
The young man in green shirt behind him didn't expect Li Chen to be so strong. When he saw this, he was furious and ordered the people behind him to arrest him.
But just when he opened his mouth, before he could make a sound, a very distinctive embroidered spring knife, which could almost become a business card in the Qin Empire, was placed on his neck.
The two strong men behind him were pinned to the ground by two Jinyi guards wearing double-winged wild goose feather uniforms at some point.
Sanbao stared at the young man with pity and said, "Do you know what kind of knife this is?"
Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the young man in green shirt, his eyes were frightened and he said: "I know, Xiu Chun Dao."
"Do you know where the Xiuchundao comes from so that it can be used?" Sanbao asked again.
"I know, Dongchang, Jinyiwei..."
Sanbao smiled sadly and said: "Take these three people back to Dongchang Prison and serve them well."
