After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 395 Two Taoists
The young Taoist looked at it in surprise, and asked, "Master, what is the Snow Wolf Silver Needle?"

"It's just the small tuft of hair on the tip of the tail of a wolf in the extreme northern snow region,"

He stood up from the ground, "This is the most difficult but best material for making brushes in the world!"

"... What does the master mean, someone killed them with this thing?"

"Of course, Great Master!"

"Master, I'm hungry."

The old Taoist raised his hand and slapped the young Taoist on the head, "I know how to eat! I told you to be optimistic about our Taiyi Taoist temple, what do you think? This guy was burnt to the ground by those little ghosts of Changsun Jinghong! "

"I came back from traveling around the world for my teacher, but I don't even have a place to live... You, Wuwei, you really are Wuwei!"

Saying this, the old Taoist carefully put the wolf fur into a small wooden box, "Let's go, find a place to stay for the night first."

The master and the apprentice walked out of the Qifen alley, and happened to pass by the policemen led by Xiang Dong.

"Master, what are you doing with that thing?"

"Master, I'm thinking, this might be Xi Wei's tail!"

Wuwei was stunned, "Didn't you just say it was a wolf's tail? How did it become Xi Wei's?"

The old Taoist raised his hand and slapped Wuwei again, "Xi Wei is a great master!"

"The world can use this snow wolf silver needle to make brushes, only Xiao Chuanting, a master pen maker in the former Yong Kingdom."

"Xiao Chuanting has made two silver wolf pens of this kind in his life, one is in the palace of Wu State, and the other is missing after the destruction of Yong State...Xi Wei is a former Yong State native, and at the same time he is a Grandmaster, this pen may be on him!"

The little Taoist priest Wuwei was stunned for a moment, "But the master doesn't know who Xi Wei is. Besides... since he is a great master, you can't beat him, master. How did you search and find that pen?"

The old Taoist priest did not slap the young Taoist priest Wuwei this time, "The Xiao family has not been wiped out, as long as you find someone from the Xiao family, maybe you will know who Xi Wei is!"

"Why find Xi Wei?"

The old Taoist stopped in his tracks.

The little Taoist Wuwei bumped into his back.

The old Taoist raised his head and looked at a shop next to him - Lao Yang Soup!
Little Taoist Wuwei forgot what he just asked, he shrugged his nose, a sweet smell of mutton floated into his nostrils, his stomach growled suddenly.

The old Taoist said something that had nothing to do with eating:
"It was that old bastard Xi Wei who asked the emperor to come and let us practice Taoism together!"

"As promised, the emperor will enshrine my Taiyi as the state religion after I have cultivated the Dao..."

"Now that the emperor's repair is gone, our Taiyi is gone!"

"Of course this account has to be settled on his head, otherwise, how would my comrades in the world think of me, Daoist Qingfeng?!"

The little Taoist priest Wuwei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a low voice: "Master, we can only settle accounts when we are full!"

"Besides...the sea of ​​people is vast, how can you find someone from the Xiao family with just that one hair? How can you find that, that Xi Wei?"

"Well, I will send out Jianghu stickers for my teacher tomorrow, Xu Neng..."

Daoist Qingfeng's words were interrupted by the little Taoist priest Wuwei, "Tomorrow is tomorrow, master, how about eating first?"

Daoist Qingfeng turned his head, glared at the little Taoist priest Wuwei, and walked forward.

"You only have five cents left in your pocket, and you still want to eat sheep?"

"This nonsense world, the steamed cakes are sold for [-] cents each, let's go to the Jade Buddha Temple!"

"...Master, Jade Buddha Temple is a monk, we are Taoist priests!"

"As a teacher, of course I know that monks can ask for alms, why can't Taoists ask for alms?"

"go!"

"If you don't give us food, you will beat those bald donkeys hard for the teacher!"

"I'll tell you, Master, that the Jade Buddha Temple is utterly rich, not comparable to our poor Taiyi!"

The little monk Wuwei's eyes lit up immediately, "Then he will ask those bald donkeys to cook us a pot of dog meat!"

Master Qingfeng was stunned, "Good idea!"

The two headed towards the Jade Buddha Temple.

Li Chenan and Hua Manting also arrived at Juxian Pavilion.

Just at dusk.

The lanterns of Juxian Pavilion have been lit.

In the courtyard of Juxian Pavilion, there was a timid old man standing in front of a plum tree.

Hua Manting pointed to the old man, and said to Li Chen'an: "He, your grandfather, Mr. Chunfu's best friend, the prince Taibao Nian Chengfeng who used to be one of the three masters!"

"Didn't you say that the regent is tired?"

"You need competent people to help you."

"Brother asked you out to buy him a jug of wine."

Under the plum tree, Nian Chengfeng turned around, with a helpless expression on his face: "For this drink, I have waited for you for half an hour, and the flowers are all thankful, you are finally here!"

"Go, go, go in and warm a pot of wine!"

"I'm freezing to death!"

He came over and looked at Li Chenan, "You are Li Chenan?"

Li Chenan cupped his hands and saluted: "I'm right."

"...You and Li Chunfu don't look alike!"

Li Chen'an was dumb for a moment, and then heard the old man say another sentence: "Don't say it, you really look a bit like Queen Lu, let's drink first!"

The three went upstairs.

Go straight to the third floor.

There is only one room on the third floor of Juxian Pavilion.

It's called Banchengyan.

There were only three people sitting in the huge room——

Li Chenan, Hua Manting, and Nian Chengfeng.

Before the food and wine were on the table, Hua Manting had ordered Xiao Er to bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and under Nian Chengfeng's surprised gaze, he wrote!

What he wrote was exactly the poem that Li Chenan uttered casually on the way.

After finishing writing and putting down the pen, Hua Manting picked up the paper and blew it and handed it to Nian Chengfeng.

"Look, how about this poem?"

Nian Chengfeng took it and squinted his eyes slightly... After a while, he raised his head and looked at Hua Manting.

"The language is simple, the meaning is concise and the meaning is profound."

"Why do you suddenly feel compassionate?"

Hua Manting raised his eyebrows, and pointed at Li Chen'an: "My brother is angry because of emotion."

Hua Manting briefly told Nian Chengfeng about meeting the charcoal seller, and then Nian Chengfeng looked at Li Chen'an seriously.

He didn't ask Li Chenan why he made this poem, but asked:

"What's the matter with you?"

After so much rolling in the snow, they didn't change their clothes, so there were many water stains and mud marks on the clothes.

"There are several assassins who intend to kill him."

Nian Chengfeng narrowed his eyes again, "Don't be careless, you live a good life, it's good for you, and it's good for Ningguo Jiangshan Sheji!"

After he said such a sentence, Hua Manting was relieved.

This already shows that Nian Chengfeng, who has always been stubborn, has recognized Li Chenan through this poem!

From this poem, Nian Chengfeng already knew what kind of person Li Chenan was.

Li Chen'an was warming a pot of wine, and he already roughly understood the purpose of Hua Manting's appointment to meet the former crown prince.

Brother Hua has worked so hard!
Knowing that it is difficult to have a senior official in his hands, is he going to invite this old man to come out of the mountain himself?

If the old prince Taibao is willing to come out of the mountain and have him sit on the prime minister's seat, then I can really relax a lot.

I felt much relieved when I left the palace.

But he is so old, and the affairs of the court are piled up like a mountain...

He must not die of exhaustion in the political affairs hall!
Nian Chengfeng didn't know that Li Chenan was worried about his life and death, so he took the poem and read it carefully, and asked:
"What's the name of this poem?"

(End of this chapter)