"what happened?"
A middle-aged man dressed as a guard captain appeared, wearing a black leather coat, which was particularly conspicuous.
That's right, it's a black leather outfit. It looks like some kind of black snake, with tiny scales. The leather is very shiny, as if it's been smeared with a layer of wax.
But what’s even more striking is the size!
He was actually as tall and strong as Lin Wanjie. This was the first time Lin Wanjie saw someone close to his own size.
"Mr. Lin, this person..."
Coincidentally, the middle-aged man was also named Lin. When the guard spoke, he had already noticed Lin Wanjie and locked his eyes on him, sizing him up for a while.
The middle-aged man raised his hand and took a step forward to look level with Lin Wanjie. At this moment, Lin Wanjie's eyes were still stuck in the warning from the previous second.
The middle-aged man smiled after seeing it: "It's a very nice look, but these clothes..."
Today, Lin Wanjie was dressed in a scholar's attire, which did not match his body type.
When the middle-aged man said this, Lin Wanjie ignored him and asked, "Will anyone be allowed to participate in the poetry meeting?"
"Go in." The middle-aged man was very calm and moved out of the way.
The guards looked at Lin Wanjie's back and murmured in a low voice: "This is the first time I see someone who can look at Master Lin on an equal footing. It's so scary."
Shi Che held up his hands to Master Lin and chased after him.
When he arrived in front of Lin Wanjie, he whispered: "Brother, be sure to keep some today. I heard that there are noble people attending the poetry meeting."
Lin Wanjie was wondering.
They are the sponsors of the Poetry Society, in other words, they are their father, the sponsor. The guards came out of nowhere and tried to block the father of the sponsor from outside. Wouldn't it make people laugh if word got out?
"Noble? What noble? Why haven't you heard of me?"
Xiao Yuchan interrupted to explain: "I just received the news yesterday. I don't know who it is. Anyway, it was very grand. Look, there are a lot more guards around, all with unfamiliar faces, and there are a lot more inquiries everywhere. "
Lin Wanjie felt that he was also a person who had seen the world, and the princes, prefects, and leaders of the White Lotus Sect were not so particular.
"Such a grand battle, could it be more grand than Prince Jing?"
"Prince Jing is very skilled in martial arts and has a military background, so naturally he won't pay attention to these things."
Xiao Yuchan continued talking, seeing that Lin Wanjie was in a bad mood, and comforted in a low voice: "Don't worry about who it is, it has nothing to do with us anyway. Let's just launch our own wine."
Lin Wanjie thought the same thing. To do business, you have to be friendly and make money.
Just as he was thinking about it, Shi Che whispered: "Since the guards called him Master Lin, he should be Lin Wang, the Minister of Punishment. Because the other party's physical characteristics are very obvious, there should be no other person in the world..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Yuchan looked at Lin Wanjie.
Shi Che smiled awkwardly and quickly added: "I mean that body type, and my surname is Lin..."
Xiao Yuchan looked at Lin Wanjie again.
"Ahem...an official named Lin, and he is forty or fifty years old."
"Famous?" Lin Wanjie was also more cautious. After all, when he saw someone with the same physique as himself, he would instinctively be curious.
"Of course, this is the minister who made great contributions to the emperor's fight for the throne. He is also the emperor's sworn brother. An important minister who is deeply trusted by the emperor. In Daxia, they are all figures with one hand covering the sky."
"How could such an important person appear here?"
"Who knows?"
I didn't expect that such a big figure would be stirred up in a small poetry meeting, which made everyone who participated in the poetry meeting very nervous.
Lin Wanjie was still wondering why no one was walking around at the poetry festival.
It turned out to be for this reason.
While talking, in the corridor next to the Taoyuan, Lin Wang at the door had already returned behind another middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man is also dressed in black, but in a black robe. On the black robe are python scales outlined with gray lines. The first part is not visible, but it is lifelike.
He is only slightly thinner than Lin Wang, but his body shape is also tall and powerful, which is different from ordinary people.
Although they were all tall, walking one behind the other, it was obvious that the middle-aged man walking in front had a different temperament, and even tall people felt vaguely humble in front of him.
And walking further behind was the prefect of Yangzhou, and...
Xu Hua, the prefect of Hangzhou?
The two prefects lowered their heads and followed behind, not daring to make a sound.
The people in front stopped, and everyone behind them stopped, for fear of taking an extra step.
"Who was making a noise outside just now?"
"That's the tall scholar mentioned in recent rumors."
"What's the name of the one you wrote?"
"The moon is full on the west tower."
"Yes, yes, the moon is full on the west tower! I just want to meet him. There is no shortage of warriors in our country of Daxia, but there is a shortage of literati with such poetry."
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid you will be disappointed when we see you." Lin Wang explained.
"Oh? Why?"
"Because that person doesn't look like a scholar, but more like a martial artist."
In front of him was Emperor Long Xia Zheng of Great Xia, who was forty years old and called himself Emperor Wu. He had been obsessed with martial arts since he was a child and was rumored to be a more powerful martial arts master than Prince Jing.
During the fight for the throne, he was framed by the prince and sentenced to be beheaded. It is said that even a knife could not cut off his head.
It is said that he was wronged and protected by God, and then the verdict was overturned.
In fact, he had practiced the golden bell cover magic skill of King Jing's lineage to the limit, so he was invulnerable to swords and axes.
Emperor Wu broke through all means with his strength and killed all the former prince's conspiracies and tricks with his hard work. He used a pair of fists to snatch the throne from a few people.
Probably because he was heartbroken by his brother, father and others, he changed the name of the country after he succeeded to the throne.
The beginning of summer marked the beginning of a new year.
According to Emperor Wu's past style, people all over the world were worried that he would become a tyrant.
Unexpectedly, after succeeding to the throne, this emperor who was obsessed with martial arts devoted himself to governing the country with culture, initiated imperial examinations, and promoted benevolent government. In ten years, he turned Daxia into a decent country.
Perhaps because of his extremely strong Kung Fu skills, Emperor Wu had a confidence and courage that no previous king had. He didn't have to worry about his own safety, he could only think about how to govern the country.
Even though there are many guards guarding the Poetry Association today, the emperor's pomp has been reduced by 90% compared to before. He didn't even keep his identity secret and walked among the people with swagger.
After listening to Lin Wang's explanation, Emperor Wu thought for a moment: "Are you saying that it's not like he could write that poem?"
"But in terms of appearance, it really doesn't look like him. The key point was when I was at the door, I felt that there was a faint internal energy running in the man's body. It seemed that he had practiced it."
"This is interesting."
Emperor Wu chuckled, "Ouyang Heng went to confirm, but he was slapped in the face in public, and his face was disgraced. It shouldn't be wrong, but he is a man who has practiced. Is he an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs? Call the person here and let me see it. .”
Lin Wang was a little surprised that the emperor was so interested in an ordinary person rumored to be so popular that he actually wanted to meet him in person?
I felt a little worried in my heart.
In recent years, the emperor has emphasized civility over military affairs, and has become more and more alienated from veterans and generals who have been through life and death.
Is the scholar-seeker so anxious?
He gently turned his sapphire finger, said nothing, and took the order.
