There were many caravans, and the boys in the inn had already noticed the movement outside the door, and were overjoyed to see the distinguished guests coming.
The little guy hurried out and entertained me warmly.
Ning Nian also saw the guy, smiled in return, then turned around and left the place.
The boy nodded towards Ning Nian as a greeting.
Li Fengyan happened to see this scene and asked, "Do you know him?"
The young man was young and shrewd. When he saw the guest asking questions, he quickly replied: "The guest doesn't know something. My family lives in the same alley and we grew up together."
Li Fengyan heard this and stared at the little boy non-stop.
The young boy was so scared that he stared at him and asked cautiously: "Guest... is there anything wrong with you, sir?"
Li Fengyan did not speak. Instead, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought, silently saying: "We are all born with the same voice in a small area, but we have different personalities. Why?"
The girl smiled and said nothing. Her voice turned into a thin thread and reached Li Fengyan's ears: "A young boy, a small government servant, even if his temperament changes, how big can he be? Can he still break out of that small area? How can a nest of snakes and rats give birth to dragons and phoenixes if the ground is not there? From my perspective, that little yamen servant is just a bit bigger at most."
Li Fengyan turned a deaf ear and stuck out a finger to place a little finger on the young man's shoulder.
The little guy didn't dodge or dodge. Although he didn't feel any discomfort, he froze on the spot and was a little scared.
The girl looked panicked and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but was blocked by a middle-aged Confucian scholar.
Others couldn't see it, but the girl and the middle-aged Confucian scholar could clearly see it. As Li Fengyan moved his finger, in a moment, a black line was drawn out of the boy's shoulder by Li Fengyan.
The black line was nothing, crooked, and just about to break away from the little guy's body.
In an instant.
A wave of waves appeared inexplicably and swept towards Li Fengyan quickly, like thunder!
The black thread seemed to have spirituality, as if it was frightened, it suddenly wormed its way back into the little guy's body.
Li Fengyan was unable to dodge and was hit hard by the invisible wave. His whole body was shocked as if he was struck by lightning. Qi and blood poured out of his body like a river. A wisp of his spiritual consciousness was lost. In just a moment, his eyes became blurred and his energy became weak.
The girl was very worried when she saw Li Fengyan's sluggish expression, and called softly: "Little Master Uncle."
But Li Fengyan couldn't hear the girl's call.
His ears cannot hear, his eyes cannot see, and his limbs have no feeling.
The six consciousnesses turn into birds, and the physical body becomes a cage.
No matter how hard that ray of spiritual consciousness struggles, it can't escape!
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked calm and unworried.
But the girl looked anxiously, and finally couldn't help it. She stretched out a finger as white as mutton-fat jade and lightly tapped Li Fengyan's eyebrows.
However, the fingertips are not yet close.
Li Fengyan's eyebrows produced a resistance out of thin air, blocking the girl's fingertips.
The girl's eyes were burning, she pursed her lips slightly, a stubbornness appeared on her beautiful face, and her breathing suddenly became long and slow.
Fingertip, go one millimeter further.
But it still doesn't help.
At the same time, the invisible wave appeared again inexplicably, rolling in like a tide from all directions.
This time it was for the girl.
The girl has no fear and wants to give it a try.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly moved.
He waved his sleeves lightly, and the surrounding area immediately became calm, and the invisible fluctuations disappeared without a trace.
The girl looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, her eyes showed helplessness, and she had to retract her finger.
Jade is not cut, not a device.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar slowly spoke: "If you don't attack, you won't achieve. If you don't punish, you won't punish. Feng Yan is talented and intelligent. He became famous at a young age and was favored by teachers in the academy. As a result, his temperament is too perverse, his words and deeds are unrestrained, and his actions are eclectic. Today, he is frustrated. It might not be a bad thing if you lose your energy."
The girl looked a little sad, lowered her head and murmured to herself: "It's this rhetoric again, I really don't understand what that gentleman has to do."
The girl's words had a meaning.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar heard this and couldn't tolerate him not listening.
Helpless, the middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed inwardly, seeing that it was almost done, so he put his hand on Li Fengyan's shoulder and said in a gentle tone: "There is no need to be confused, it's just what you were taught."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar's voice was gentle, smooth, and pleasant to the ear.
That voice turned into a wisp of spring rain, falling on Li Fengyan's heart, nourishing and nurturing that wisp of depressed spiritual consciousness.
Although the cage is strong, it cannot catch the drizzle and spring breeze.
At this point, Fan Cong collapsed.
Li Fengyan finally woke up, gasping for breath and terrified.
The girl happily called out: "Little Master..."
Unexpectedly, Li Fengyan didn't wait for the girl to continue, his expression changed, and he said calmly: "Oh, it's just that those eyes are so clear, they fascinated me and almost broke my state of mind."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Li Fengyan's shameless appearance, shook his head helplessly, and then walked into the inn.
The girl covered her mouth and snickered, without criticizing him, and followed the middle-aged Confucian scholar away.
Li Fengyan didn't let out a sigh of relief until the two of them entered the inn. She covered her chest and said secretly: "It's so dangerous, so dangerous! It almost destroyed the foundation of the road. This week is really dangerous."
The boy on the side was completely stunned on the spot, a little stupid.
These three people speak crazy words and behave strangely. They can't be just three fools...
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The four main streets of Chang'an City, also known as the Four Main Streets among the people, are named after the four elephants: Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. Each street is dozens of miles long.
These four streets, with the Royal Palace as the center, run horizontally from east to west and vertically from north to south, dividing Chang'an City into four large blocks as square as sliced tofu.
For thousands of years, this pattern has not changed at all.
Among these four major plates, the southwest region is called Tai'an.
It means that the government is harmonious, the country is peaceful and the people are safe.
There are no less than hundreds of thousands of people living here, and naturally there are also many wealthy businessmen and nobles.
In the most central and prosperous area of Tai'an District.
Here stands a luxurious mansion, covering a vast area and attracting attention.
Looking from the outside, the mansion has red walls and blue tiles, a deep courtyard and high walls. A pair of stone lions stand in front of the door, which is lifelike and endearing.
As for the street in front of the mansion, it is very wide, but there are very few pedestrians. Occasionally, people passing by will avoid the gate and leave the place in a hurry.
In the night.
A small sedan stopped steadily beside the corner door on the side of the main entrance.
The bearer pressed down the bars of the sedan chair, lowered his head and bowed respectfully: "Sir, we're here."
The sedan curtain opened and a young waiter came down.
He held an orchid in his hand, with an arrogant expression, and threw a pile of copper plates forward, causing the copper plates to jingle and scatter on the floor.
The bearer dared not say anything in anger, so he hurriedly lowered his head and squatted on the ground to pick up the coins one by one. When he raised his head again, his face was full of smiles.
"Thank you, sir!"
Finally, the bearer thanked the waiter.
The young waiter smiled brightly, his eyes became more contemptuous, and he nodded with satisfaction before turning around and entering the corner door.
The bearers looked at the waiter's back, with smiles on their faces, but secretly cursed in their hearts: Bah! This castrate!
Then the two of them rolled up their sleeves and were about to leave in the sedan chair. Unexpectedly, a muscular man dressed as a guard suddenly walked out of the corner door and waved to them.
The two people hurriedly stopped the sedan chair and asked with flattering smiles on their faces: "Sir, are you taking the sedan chair?"
The muscular man had no expression on his face, nodded and said coldly: "Well, let's get out of the city."
When the bearer heard that the other party was leaving the city, his heart moved.
The reward for taking a sedan chair from here to the city gate is not low, but the bearer is still a little embarrassed and said cautiously: "The city gate is probably about to close at this time. I am afraid that if you choose this time to leave the city..."
The strong man interrupted the bearer, took out a silver ingot and threw it into the other man's arms.
The bearer hurriedly caught the silver ingot and weighed it, at least ten taels.
He immediately smiled brightly and invited the strong man into the sedan chair.
It looks like a fortune.
As everyone knows, if something goes wrong, it will turn out to be a monster!
The money-obsessed bearer of the sedan chair only cares about his immediate interests, but he doesn't know that he will be in danger if he leaves, and there will be no chance of survival.
Inside the mansion.
The lights are bright and magnificent.
There are many pavilions and palaces.
The young waiter came to the main hall with ease. He changed his arrogant look just now and became cautious in his words and deeds.
At this time, there were two people sitting in the main hall.
Sitting on the left is a young man, wearing a long indigo ramie silk gown, with straight green silk draped behind his shoulders. He has a fair complexion and a feminine temperament. Standing beside him is an old butler.
Sitting on the right side is an old monk, dressed in gray linen robes, holding a rosary, and with a serious expression. He is closing his eyes to rest, and beside him is a young novice monk.
A table of Eight Immortals was placed between the two of them. Two cups of fragrant tea had just been brewed on the table. Tea smoke curled up, and the fragrance overflowed.
The young waiter walked into the main hall, and no one in the room spoke.
On the main seat, the young man sat in a casual and carefree posture. When he saw the waiter entering the hall, he stared at him with a half-smile but not a smile, as if thinking.
The old housekeeper walked a few steps forward, stopped him and asked in a low voice: "Did you pay attention to your whereabouts on your way here and there?"
The young waiter did not dare to be negligent, he bowed his head and replied respectfully: "Young man is very cautious. He always comes and goes in a sedan chair, and he only walks in the old streets and alleys. He didn't notice anything unusual along the way."
The old housekeeper nodded with satisfaction and said casually: "The master has important matters to discuss when visiting guests. You come with me."
After saying that, the old butler took the young waiter and left the main hall.
Seeing the two people leaving, the young man turned to look at the old monk and said politely: "This is a serious matter, and I hope that my master can help me."
The elderly monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. There was no response. Instead, he silently recited the Buddha's secret scripture, the Rebirth of the Gorgeous Flower Sutra.
The same is true for young novices.
The young man looked calm and not in a hurry. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
When the fragrant tea enters the mouth, it is refreshing. The young man instantly feels comfortable and refreshed.
After a long time, the coolness of the tea dissipated, and the two monks, one old and one young, finally finished reciting the scriptures.
The old monk stood up and saluted the young man. Without waiting for the other man to return the salute, he led the young novice monk away from the place.
The young man remained silent.
It wasn't until the two of them left completely that the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
At this time the old housekeeper left and returned.
He came to the young man and said respectfully: "Go back to your lord, everything has been dealt with."
Since then.
There is no such thing as a young waiter in the world
The young man looked at the ink-like night sky through the palace door and murmured softly: "Oh, if you close your eyes and listen, this kind of compassion is just the mouth of the Buddha and the heart of a snake."
The young man's tone was cold and his words were sarcastic, but he never thought about how cruel and ruthless he was.
