The King of Sickness Loves Poison Concubine

Chapter 155 Babyface Showdown, God-level Poetry (1)
After Qi Jian finishes speaking, the time is almost up, fire the cannon!
The red gauze on the plaque of Jishitang was removed, and it was officially opened from today.

The play started on the stage, babbling, gongs and drums sang, and it was extremely lively.

I heard that there are prizes, but quite a few people came to grab the medicine.Some even bought some wormwood, just to get a positive ticket and draw a lottery at that time.

On the second floor, Feng Yancang and Yulin sat in the teahouse and talked on both sides. Both of them belonged to the kind of extremely calm people, sitting there like two mountains, even when the cannons were fired outside, they did not disturb the two of them.

Yue Churen talked and laughed with Yan Su and the great monk of Huguo Temple. They have been together for several free clinics, so they are familiar with each other.

"Recently, a lot of outsiders have come to Huguo Temple, probably because they don't understand the rules, which provoked Ling Diao and Ling Shanji to attack them several times." The great monk heard Yue Chu people say that there are more and more outsiders in the imperial city. I have said this for a long time.

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Yue Churen and Yan Su looked at each other and said, "Do they mostly leave the Huguo Temple on the same day?"

"Yeah, it snowed heavily on the seventh day of the lunar new year, and a few groups of people came, and then they left under the heavy snow."

"It's really pious, even going to offer incense in the heavy snow." Yue Churen nodded with the corners of their lips pulled, and they all gathered here after the New Year.

Yan Su's eyes flickered slightly, she also knew what Yue Churen did at the gate of Jishi Hall yesterday, it seems that the witch religion is really going to act on a large scale.

At noon, a group of people had a table of very sumptuous vegetarian dishes in Jishitang.There are all kinds of vegetables that you can't see in winter, and the stuffed buns are also very fragrant.

However, for the people of Yuechu, there was no pleasure without meat, and Feng Yancang sat and talked with Yulin for a long time, and did not say goodbye until the afternoon.

"It's evening soon, and the old monk Yulin may have to travel at night." Pushing open the window on the second floor and looking at the shadows of the people walking away from Huguo Temple, Yue Churen sighed.

Feng Yancang patted her on the shoulder from behind her, and then said, "The abbot can travel three hundred miles a day without any problem. He can reach the Huguo Temple by the evening when he gets out of the city gate."

"So powerful! This world is full of masters." The cold wind was blowing on his face, and there were still many people on the street entering Jishitang.

"No matter how powerful you are, don't you dare to arrest you? The secret guard who tracked down the witch cultist came to report yesterday. The man left the city all the way and disappeared after entering the East Willow Forest." Feng Yancang whispered, word by word. Into the ears of Yue Chu people.

"Really? It seems that he is very familiar with the vicinity of the imperial city! Yesterday, I should have caught that kid in time. I made a wrong step, and we have to go through a lot of dead ends." After closing the window, Yue Churen turned around, Meifeng Slightly wrinkled.

"There's no need to worry. I'll send all the secret guards in the imperial city to search for those two people. As soon as they show up, we'll know right away." The phoenix eyes were like water, and the smile on her lips was gentle.But that gentleness like water is another kind of tenacity, which is probably incomparable to the hardest steel in the world.

The first month in the imperial city is very cold, and there are many days when there is heavy snow all over the sky. Basically, there will be heavy snowfall every three days, and then there will be cold spitting of phlegm that will immediately turn into freezing temperatures.

But such days are only limited to the first month, as long as the last day of the first month is out, the temperature will rise immediately, which is also what makes Yuechu people feel very amazing.

On the last day of the first lunar month, the messengers from Northern Xinjiang came again, this time they sent a letter written by the King of the North, saying that they would visit when the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming.

Perhaps it was because the story of Beijiang taking the initiative to repair Dayan got out, and Dongjiang also sent a letter before the first lunar month. He was much more familiar and affectionate than Beijiang, directly telling Dongwang that his uncle, King Qing, would bring treasures to the Emperor Dayan. , placing himself very low between words.

Feng Zhaotian naturally likes Dongjiang's attitude, and warmly entertains the messengers from Dongjiang, and sends people to escort the messenger all the way to the border between Dayan and Dongjiang.

These major court events will always spread inside and outside the imperial city at the first time, and basically it will take only two days for the deaf old men in the alleys to know about it.

Seven Palaces.

Recently, Yue Chu people have been very busy.The two-point and one-line shuttle of Wangfu Jishitang is very fulfilling every day.

On the first day of the new year, tomorrow is the lucky draw day for Jishi Hall, but with Qi Jian, the housekeeper, she doesn't need to worry about everything.

Watching Dingdang beef stew in the small kitchen of Wangyue Tower, she couldn't take it for a quarter of an hour, the taste was too craving.However, the beef is only delicious when it is stewed and rotten, so there is no rush now.

Ding Dong also thought she was in the way, seeing that Feng Yancang was definitely going down at this point in time, he boldly drove her away.

It was much warmer outside than yesterday. Wearing a pure white fox fur cloak, Yue Churen walked all the way to Feng Yancang's study, and sure enough there were Yan Qing and others standing there outside the door.These people followed Feng Yancang all day long, and their presence meant that Feng Yancang was here.

Walking quickly to the study, the guards at the door bowed their heads, and Yue Churen waved his hands, then pushed open the door and walked in.

The study room is very warm, and has a strong smell of books and ink, unlike before, with incense burning everywhere.

Going around the huge screen on the right, and opening the bead curtain that fell to the ground, what caught the eye was Feng Yancang, who was sitting elegantly behind the desk and reading with a scroll.

As he approached him, he untied his cloak and threw it on the chair, bypassing the book case, Feng Yancang also put down the book in his hand and raised his head, Fengshen's handsome and phoenix eyes were like abyss, how could he be so touching.

"Why are you working so hard today? I got into the study when I came back. Could it be that I was reading a little yellow book?" Leaning on the desk, Yue Churen picked up the book he had just read and flipped through it.

The corners of Feng Yancang's lips were slightly hooked, Feng Yancang looked at her, and there seemed to be water rippling in his eyes, "Some poems written by everyone are very artistic." He didn't like it very much, but he should read more, at least not Embarrassing on some occasions.

After turning two pages, Yue Churen curled her lips, not hiding her disgust, "What kind of artistic conception? It's true to be hypocritical. If you read too much of this kind of poetry, you will become mentally retarded." Throwing it down, Yue Churen sat down with his buttocks slightly raised Sitting on the desk, dangling his legs, he looked down at Feng Yancang.

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Feng Yancang sighed, "How hypocritical? Let's hear it."

Folding his arms, Yue Churen raised his brows sharply, "Don't you believe it? What about mountain climbing in the rain, rafting in shallow water, and listening to the rain by the forest. Who else would have nothing to do except those boring people?" I must be sleeping at that time; as for ordinary people, their wives and children are hot on the kang; as for those civil and military courtiers in court, they must sit quietly in the study and think about how to frame others or how to please the emperor. Only those people who think they are elegant They will climb mountains on rainy days, and put bamboo rafts in small river ditches where countless rocks float up."

After a long discussion, Feng Yancang had nothing to say.Looking at the people sitting on the table with a smile on his lips, Feng Yancang leaned back on the chair back, "But the poems they wrote are really good, at least ordinary people can't write them." However, in fact, there are very few people who really advocate literature.Therefore, people with great talents are highly respected, and most of them are regarded as elegant scholars.

(End of this chapter)