Strange Events of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 9 Qinglian Poetry Stickers
Ling Changfeng turned his head to look, but was curious about who dared to act wild here.After all, in the bustling area of ​​Luoyang, to be able to open such a large restaurant, the forces behind it cannot be underestimated.

I saw that the man had a beard on his face, but his head was smooth, his eyes were sunken, his nose was straight, his face was full of flesh, and there was a half-inch scar on his left cheek, and he was wearing dusty clothes. Clothes of the Western Regions, at the moment, was slapping the scimitar at his waist on the counter, his eyes wide open, and he yelled at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper thought to himself that Qingfeng Restaurant had a strong background, and thought: What a barbarian who doesn't know the rules.The surface was still friendly, and he said in a hurry: "I have told the guest officer just now that the poem post has been taken away by the drunk himself. If you don't believe me, there is nothing I can do. But if you want to play tricks in Qingfeng Restaurant, I'm afraid You have to weigh the consequences first.”

Before the words were finished, four strong men walked out from the inner hall, holding knives and sticks in their hands, and they seemed to be encircled.As long as the shopkeeper gives an order, the troublemaker will be driven out.

The man with the scar saw that the situation was not good. Although he was not afraid of the few people, he looked back to the corner, as if he had received some order, he snorted unconvinced, and slowly picked up the scimitar on the counter.

Seeing him pick up the scimitar, the four strong men around him unconsciously tightened their grip on the weapon.The four of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the man from the Western Regions put the scimitar back on his waist, turned around and walked towards the corner of the hall.The man from the Western Regions put too much pressure on them.The four of them are really not sure if they really want to fight. Of course it is best not to fight now.

Ling Changfeng watched the farce, and said to Xiaolan: "Xiaolan, you saw that drunk man writing poetry, did you see clearly what he wrote?"

Xiaolan shook her head and said, "It was too far away, and I was in a hurry at the time. I just saw the word 'Xia Ke', and didn't pay attention to the rest." Then she recalled a little, and said, "I saw him writing poems. His posture looks like a master swordsman, after all, the master once said that 'books and swords are not separated'. The two have a lot in common! It would be great if you can observe them carefully."

Seeing that Xiaolan had a lot of knowledge in swordsmanship, Ling Changfeng immediately praised her.Then he said, "Why don't we go and see that poem post?"

Xiaolan was very puzzled, she tilted her head to look at Ling Changfeng, and said, "Master, do you also want to know swordsmanship? Why haven't you seen you use it before? And it's not so easy to get it from this shopkeeper."

Ling Changfeng replied: "I'm just interested in why people from the Western Regions want this poem post. Besides, since you want to read it, I will naturally find a way." After speaking, he walked towards the counter.

After drinking away the man from the Western Regions, the shopkeeper found Ling Changfeng coming, hurriedly greeted him, and said with a smile: "Young master Ling, you are here today, and I will prepare new delicacies for you today, and I guarantee that you will be satisfied!"

Ling Changfeng smiled, stared at the shopkeeper and said, "There is no rush to eat. I just heard that you have a good poem here. Could you lend me a look?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he smiled and said to Ling Changfeng, "There is indeed a poem post written by the great poet Qinglian Lay this morning to repay the debt, because he owes our restaurant 200 taels of silver. Master Ling likes it, so it’s okay to give it to him. It’s just... this..."

Seeing him hesitating, Ling Changfeng said in a serious tone: "Hmph, what's the problem? Even I can't observe it?!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly apologized, and said in a low voice: "To tell the truth, my lord, this layman Qinglian doesn't leave a poem in front of people so easily. This poem is reserved by our shopkeeper, and it's not good for me to intervene in it. I also hope that my lord Forgive me."

Ling Changfeng said: "Since it's so difficult, why don't you send it to Yaxiang Pavilion for me to have a look?"

The shopkeeper immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Take a look, but the young one can make the decision. Just go to eat, young master, and I will deliver the poem later." Ling Changfeng and the two went to Yaxiang Pavilion.

The shopkeeper's condescending attitude made the strong man in the Western Regions who was watching the movement here from a distance feel even more depressed, and immediately put the wine glass in his hand heavily.A woman with a light veil sitting beside her said calmly, "Dashan, eat well, we will go meet him later."

The elegant box is decorated with beautiful jade orbs, the floor is also covered with a layer of blankets, the tables and chairs are all made of yellow rosewood, and the jade bowls and silver beads are extremely luxurious. Through the window, you can see the endless stream of people on the street. The pavilions and pavilions in Luoyang are layered on top of each other, and it is extremely prosperous.

Pointing to the menu, Xiaolan ordered several special dishes, added another dish of braised lion's head, and finally said to Xiaoer: "I'll order another yellow croaker, fresh and small. We can't just eat it, Xiaoyu will come too One serving. Go now!" After speaking, he touched Xiaoyu who was lying on the chair.

Xiaoer memorized the dishes, and ran out to the back kitchen to pick up the dishes.Ling Changfeng looked at the distance in a daze, recalling the doubts about the Sitianjian case.

"Da da da", there was a soft knock on the door.Then I heard a woman outside the door asking softly: "Do you dare to ask Mr. Ling inside? Would you please see me?"

Xiaolan looked at Ling Changfeng, saw him nodding, and responded, "My son is here, girl, come in."

The door was pushed open, and it was Darshan, a man from the Western Regions, and the masked woman who came in.

Seeing this, Xiaolan straightened her waist and turned around slightly.Ling Changfeng signaled her to be out of the way, and asked, "What do you two want to do?"

Dashan said: "My master has something to discuss with you."

Ling Changfeng smiled and said: "You are so strange. If you ask me for something, you dare not show your true colors. It seems that there is no need to discuss it. Let's go."

When Dashan heard this, he was about to burst into anger, but was stopped by the woman next to him, who slowly took off her veil, revealing her beautiful face.

This woman's skin is as fine as snow, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water. When looking forward, she has an elegant and noble temperament, which makes people fascinated. Surrounded.

But seeing Ling Changfeng's clear eyes, obviously not attracted by her beautiful face, she only parted her apricot lips and said softly: "Mr. Ling, I'm taking the liberty. This is Dashan, my entourage, so offend me. Please forgive me, my lord. We came from the Western Regions to track down a murderer. This person is extremely vicious and has an indissoluble grudge against me. I tracked it down today and heard that the poem post was related to this person, so I decided to I want to have a look at the poetry post. I made the young master laugh!"

Ling Changfeng was unmoved, and just said: "What does your enemy have to do with me? Why should I help you?"

Seeing Ling Changfeng's indifferent attitude, the woman stopped circling around and said, "As long as you let me take a look at this poem, it will be fine, and I will thank you very much after it is done!"

(End of this chapter)