Jiayou fun things

Chapter 94 Face to face, literary oppression

Let the courtroom be disturbed.

No matter whether there are ghosts in the imperial city or a military disaster in the prime minister's mansion, the lives of the common people must continue.

On the big stone bridge connecting Wuyinfang and Yushunfang, Lu Yan and the horse team galloped past. At the bridgehead on Yushunfang's side, he was blocked by a large group of congested people.

Here, there are only three blocks away from Lu Yan's survey department's station and the Bai family's mansion.

A very large-scale restaurant 'Moyun Tower' is just at the top of the bridge, surrounded by ancient plums and green bamboos, and there are more than a dozen elegant viewing water pavilions next to the water.On weekdays, the dignitaries of Yushunfang most like to invite three or five friends to come here to enjoy the river view, taste the river fresh, recite poems, and talk about it.

When Lu Lu led the team over, the eleventh-floor restaurant was full of seats, 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 site, crowded with thousands of people, and Yishui'er are all wearing gauze hats, long gowns, and arty readers with fans of various colors in winter.

On the frozen canal, a large number of rafts were lined up neatly.

Countless scholars have prepared small stoves on the raft, fine wine and vegetables, etc., all of them are like geese with long necks, stretching their necks and staring straight at the top floor of Moyun Tower.

"Next song, next song, whose turn is it!"

These scholars were flushed with excitement, shouting and dancing.

Even if Lu Lu led a large group of cavalry, slowed down, and rolled over the bridge like a torrent of steel, these fanatical scholars, only a few people in the last circle looked back at him, and then dismissed them with disdain. Turn your head away.

The crowd blocked the streets of Qiaotou, making it impossible to pass at all.

Lu Yan frowned, and in the distance there were even more people who couldn't pass through, scolding in a low voice.

But in the face of these scholars, ordinary people only dared to curse in a low voice from a distance, and no one dared to come forward and reason with them.

Lu Yan jumped off his mount, walked behind a scholar, grabbed his neck, and forcibly turned his body around: "This brother, what happened in Moyun Tower?"

The scholar, who looked over forty years old, was strangled by Lu Rui and his neck hurt. He was about to open his mouth to scold him when he suddenly saw the Shenwu generals who were following behind Lu Ruan, and his eyes swept over the scepters in the hands of the Shenwu generals. , Jiuqu Qingluo umbrella and other honor guards, this scholar immediately piled up a smile on his face.

"My lord, there are the twelve young Junxian of my Haojing. They are going to compete in Wenbi."

"Hey, do you know Mr. Changbai Changbai in Guozijian Mountain?"

Lu Rui immediately corrected his words: "Deputy Mountain Chief!"

The scholar glared at Lu Lu: "Sooner or later... scare, this is all gossip. Master Bai's granddaughter is Miss Shuang, didn't the twelve sages come to the door two days ago to ask for marriage?"

Lu Yan raised his brows. He remembered the excitement of the previous two days clearly.

Xiong Dingtian, as well as those followers of the Nine Yin Sect, attacked and killed him early that morning, but he killed him instead.Now Xiong Dingtian and their corpses are still lying in the house of Yushunfang Lingyamen.

"These twelve sages, all of them are the dragons among my Haojing cultural and educational disciples. All of them are full of poetry and books, and their talents are unparalleled in the world. Which one is the wishful prince in the hearts of countless boudoir ladies in Haojing!"

"It's a great blessing for Ms. Shuang to have 12 people coming to propose marriage at the same time. It's really... No one else in Haojing City can match her!"

"However, there is only one Miss Weishuang, so, early this morning, Miss Weishuang set up a literary competition reception in the Moyun Building, and invited a group of celebrities and sages from Haojing City to be judges. Among the 12 people, , to choose a wishful gentleman.”

The middle-aged scholar's face was flushed with excitement: "This is an elegant thing that I have never seen in the capital in a hundred years. The literary world is prosperous, and it is bound to be famous for a lifetime. The student I received the day before yesterday, I rushed non-stop for two days and one night, and it was only early this morning. Arrive at Yushunfang."

Stamping his feet, this fellow shook his head sadly and said: "Unfortunately, it's still late. Don't say that there are no seats in the building, the seats on the canal have also been emptied, so I can only wait and watch in front of this door. "

Lu Yan's face became extremely strange.

Bai Family, are they really unscrupulous?
Tsk tsk, the day before yesterday, the Twelve Talents came to propose to Bai Lu, and today there was such a competition, to choose a future husband-in-law for Bai Lu from among the 12 people.

"Someone really does the job of seeking death on a pole." Lu Yan sneered.

Several scholars nearby turned around at the same time, glaring at Lu Yan and wanting to scold him.But just like the middle-aged scholar, seeing the various honor guards in the hands of the Shenwu generals behind Lu Yan, they subconsciously bent down slightly and showed Lu Yan a friendly smile.

Lu Yan waved his hand forward.

The Shenwu generals and a group of guards immediately separated the crowd roughly. Regardless of the scolding and abuse of these scholars, they violently pushed and opened a passage. Lu Shi Shiran strode into the Moyun Tower, went all the way to the room, and went directly to the Wenbi venue on the top floor. .

On the top floor of Moyun Tower, all the private compartments have been demolished, 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 on them.A group of twenty or so men in their 40s and above, dressed as scribes, sat around the round table with reserved smiles.

To the south of the top floor is a row of twelve short bookcases, each with a small table.

There are hot tea and snacks on the small table.

There are pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc. on the short book case.

Two days ago, the twelve Hao Jingxiancai who ran to Bai Changkong's house early in the morning and proposed to Bai Lu were sitting behind the short book desk, shaking their heads and squeezing their brains.

On the west side of the top floor, large sheets of snow-white paper are hung in a row.

A few wild Wensheng with their sleeves rolled up, were standing aside smiling, holding brushes with ink dripping on their tips.On the large piece of paper, several poems were copied, with clear ink marks, obviously they had just been copied.

A man with a loud voice stood at the window and was reciting the poems copied on the paper aloud towards the bottom.

Inside and outside the Moyun Building, including on the canal river on the side, countless people chanted and recited in unison, and the sound was shocking.

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

Bai Lu, as well as her group of 'girlfriends' who have a good relationship on weekdays, such as the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Lushan, Huang Jun, etc., a group of eldest ladies from extraordinary backgrounds who are also quite famous in Haojing City, sitting in a small room Beside them, one by one, they made the appearance of gentleness that every lady should have, laughed in a low voice, and pointedly commented on the few poems.

Compared with these eldest young ladies who pretended to be gentle, there was a man sitting next to Bai Lu who was eight feet tall, almost nine feet away, with a very tall body, a very hot body, a beautiful face, and a pair of legs. The very long girl, on the other hand, poured wine, drank, ate vegetables, and ate meat indifferently.

This girl is unrestrained and unrestrained, and completely does not conform to the rules and regulations such as "Nude's Virtue" and "Nv's Instruction" advocated by cultural and educational gentlemen.

But among the men on the top floor, eight or nine out of ten had their eyes glued to her, including the twelve talents who were squeezing their brains. From time to time, they secretly glanced at the long-legged girl, and then glanced again. .

As soon as Lu Ru went upstairs, he saw such a wonderful sight.

He suddenly burst out laughing.

This group of talented people was obviously brought by Bai Changkong to cooperate with the acting. Looking at their appearance, how could they have any real 'Mourning' for Bai Lu?
It's good that Lu Yan didn't smile. With this smile, he made great progress in the imperial city. Not to mention the powerful strength brought to him by the condensed Guixu Immortal Essence of the immeasurable Guixu body, only the physical strength he has tempered several times. , is already an extraordinary existence.

A burst of laughter was like the roar of a giant bell, which shook the crystal window on the top floor with a 'humming' sound, and a few hanging sheets of paper shuddered 'crashing'. The laughter made his head dizzy, and he hurriedly covered his ears and yelled at him.

"Where did the madman come from? Retreat!"

Among those scribes who were invited to judge, an old master who was over seventy years old, well-maintained and very energetic, stood up and shouted at Lu Chu.

This old master's martial arts cultivation base is probably also above the tenth level of Pulse Expansion Realm.

With a loud shout, it was like thunder on the ground, and ripples like water waves swayed in the air, which were visible to the naked eye, and slammed towards Lu Hao.

Lu Yan's laughter grew louder and louder.

In front of his mouth, there are also circles of ripples rushing forward. The old master's scolding sound was shaken by his laughter. The old master's face turned pale, his body swayed, and he stumbled back two steps in embarrassment, almost Not one fell to the ground.

"Crazy!" Dozens of soldiers stood up in unison, each with a pale face, pointing at Lu Ru and scolding loudly.

"Hehe, hehe!" Lu Yan chuckled a few times, with his hands behind his back, he stared deeply 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 swinging big purple robe that was only qualified to be worn by the royal family of the Dayin Dynasty.

Anyone who has a little understanding of Dayin's etiquette will recognize what this purple robe means.

The generals of Shenwu filed up, holding various honor guards to the top floor.

Scepters, nine-curved green umbrellas, golden knives and silver swords, etc. are dazzling, each of which has a strong flavor called 'power'.

Thirty-six well-dressed and burly martial generals stood beside Lu Yu, and the complexions of those celebrities changed suddenly, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

"Hey, what's going on?" Lu Ru cupped his hands to Bai Lu: "Sister Weishuang, I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't intend to interfere with your good things today, but your admirers have blocked the streets below. , I can only come up to see the excitement."

Bai Lu stood up tremblingly, stared at the purple robe on Lu Yan's body, and said word by word, "Brother Lu Shi... Sure enough, you have achieved what you want by selling yourself for glory?"

"The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp, it's time to hit!" Lu Ru pointed at Bai Lu with a smile: "But as a human being, I have a principle, that is, I won't hit a woman unless I have to. But I just hit a man named Zhu Yu. Yes, half of my face was smashed to pieces by me."

Bai Lu's face changed horribly, and she wanted to ask clearly, but in this situation, in front of twelve 'suiters', how could she ask about Zhu Yu's situation?

Lu Yan smiled and walked to a few hanging large sheets of paper.

He looked at the poems copied above, and nodded: "Oh, "The Virtue of a Gentleman: Plum Blossom", um, the bright and beautiful archway, the virtue of a gentleman... Haha, don't specialize in filthy things A hypocrite is fine."

"You, be presumptuous!" Among the twelve sages, a young man in Chinese attire pointed at Lu Ruan and yelled angrily.

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

(End of this chapter)