Jiayou's Fun

Let the court be disturbed.

Regardless of whether the imperial city is haunted by ghosts or whether there is a military disaster in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the lives of ordinary people must continue.

On the big stone bridge connecting Wuyinfang and Yushunfang, Lu Qian and his cavalry galloped past. At the bridge end of Yushunfang, 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 and the Bai family's residence.

A large-scale restaurant, Moyun Tower, stands right at the end of the bridge. It is surrounded by ancient plum trees and green bamboos, and there is a row of more than a dozen elegant waterside pavilions next to the water. On weekdays, the dignitaries of Yushunfang like to invite friends 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. Like long-necked geese, they stretched their necks and stared directly 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 and 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 your head.

Crowds blocked the streets at Qiaotou, making it impossible to pass.

Lu Qian frowned, and the people in the distance who could not 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, grabbed 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, there are twelve young men from Haojing, Junxian. They are competing in Wenbi.

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: 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 Jiuyin Sect came to attack him early that morning, but he killed them in return. Today, the bodies of Xiong Dingtian and 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. It's such a blessing for Miss Shuang. 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 banquet at Moyun Tower and invited a group of celebrities and sages from Haojing City to serve as judges. From these twelve people Among them, I want to choose 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. Student, I received the news the day before yesterday, so I worked 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, it's too late. Not to mention that there are no seats in the building, all the seats on the canal have been taken away. We have no choice but to wait and watch in front of the door.

Lu Qian's expression became extremely strange.

The Bai family is really unscrupulous?

Tsk tsk, the day before yesterday, the twelve handsome men came to propose to Bai Lu. Today, there was such a literary competition to select a future husband from the twelve for Bai Lu.

There are people who do the trick of seeking death by climbing on poles. Lu Qian sneered sarcastically.

Several nearby scholars turned around at the same time, glaring at Lu Qian and wanting to scold him. But just like the middle-aged scholar, when they saw the various ceremonial guards held by the divine generals behind Lu Qian, they all subconsciously bent slightly and showed friendly smiles to Lu Qian.

Lu Qian waved his hand forward.

The Shenwu generals and a group of guards immediately separated the crowd violently. Regardless of the scholars' scoldings and abuses, they violently pushed and pushed a passage. Lu Qian Shishiran strode into Moyun Tower, climbed all the way into the room, and reached the literary competition venue on the top floor. .

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, there are four round tables with various refreshments, wine and food. A group of more than two dozen men, aged forty and above, dressed as scribes, sat around a round table 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 Vincentians with their sleeves rolled up and acting wildly were standing aside with smiles, holding brushes in their hands, with ink dripping from the tip of the pen. On the large paper, several poems were copied, with bright ink marks, 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.

On the east side of the top floor, under the window, there is a row of exquisite small tables.

Bai Lu, as well as a group of her girlfriends who have a good relationship with each other on weekdays, such as Huang Jue, the eldest daughter of Marquis of Luoshan, etc., a group of young ladies with extraordinary backgrounds and quite reputation in Haojing City, sat on the small table Beside them, each one 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 person who is eight feet tall and almost nine feet away. The extremely tall girl poured and drank wine nonchalantly and ate vegetables and meat.

This girl's style is bold and unrestrained, completely inconsistent with the Female Virtues, Female Training and other strict rules and regulations advocated by literary and educational 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 men who were squeezing their brains. From time to time, they would secretly glance at the long-legged girl and then glance at her again. .

As soon as Lu Qian went upstairs, he saw such a wonderful scene.

He burst out laughing.

This group of talents were obviously recruited by Bai Changkong to cooperate in the acting. Looking at them, how could they really have any intention of mu Ai towards 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 that the Wuliang Guixu body condensed with the Guixu immortal essence brought to him, 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 giant bell, which made the crystal windows on the top floor buzz and make several hanging large papers tremble. Those pretentious scribes and talents were in all likelihood smitten by the huge The laughter shook my head so much that I hurriedly covered my 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 at Lu Qian.

This old master's martial arts cultivation level 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 swayed 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, their faces turning pale, pointing at Lu Qian and yelling 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 general who was guarding the palace, and put on the dark silver-patterned Kunpeng Fuyao purple robe that only the emperor of the Yin Dynasty clan was qualified to wear.

Anyone who has a little knowledge 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 one has 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 scolding stopped abruptly.

Hey, is it busy? Lu Qian bowed his hand to Bai Lu: Sister Shuang, I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't want to come up to disturb your good things today, but your admirers blocked the street 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 don't 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.

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, The Virtue of a Gentleman: Ode to Plum Blossoms, well, the glorious archway, the virtue of a gentleman... Haha, don't just do dirty things. Just be a hypocrite.”

You are so presumptuous! Among the Twelve Talents, a young man in fine clothes pointed at Lu Yi and yelled angrily.

Hehe, hehe. Lu Qian smiled and snatched the brush from a Wen Sheng's hand.