"Why did you go so long?"

Jing Zhe asked Han Han to go out to hire a carriage, but he felt that he had waited for a century before Han Han came back with the carriage.

"Young village master, there are a lot of people outside!"

"Nonsense, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's no wonder that there are not many people!"

“……”

Jing Zhe stopped talking nonsense with him and beckoned Zhang Xiaoyu to get in the car.

Han Han stood outside, and his words just now were interrupted by Jing Zhe, in fact, he wanted to remind him that there were too many people on the street, and it was not wise to travel by carriage.

I wanted to open my mouth a few times, but when I saw Jing Zhe's excited appearance, I thought that he could anticipate things like a god every time, and thought that the young master's mind was not something he could understand, he only saw one layer, and he must have seen many layers!

He stopped talking, so he kept silent and drove out.

Looking out from the streets and alleys of Zhangjia, the entire alley spreads out far in the field of vision, extending to the street in the distance, and the entire Jingzhou City is a warm scene of rows and brilliant lights.

At this time, if you can find a high place to look down, this ancient glorious night scene must have a unique flavor, but it is a pity that Jing Zhe, who is sitting in the carriage, can't enjoy it today.

The sky has gradually darkened, and the excitement in Jingzhou City has not yet reached the peak time, the carriage came out of Zhang's house, passed through the alley with a relatively small flow of people, and came to the main city street, the speed slowly slowed down.

Along the way, there were countless bright and lively fires shaking outside the carriage, even the quiet auxiliary streets on weekdays were very lively at this time, and the shops and vendors on both sides of the main city street spared no effort to sell, opened the curtains and looked out, except for the surging heads of people.

After entering the main city street, it is only a moment of effort, the carriage is as if it is stuck in the quagmire and it is difficult to move forward, it is no wonder, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon night, the population of Jingzhou City is large, at this time after dinner, people who come out to admire the moon, chat, and participate in the poetry meeting abound, just walking is difficult, not to mention the carriage?

But the others were obviously experienced, and there was no second one on the street except Jing Zhe's carriage, and when the pedestrians squeezed past the carriage, they would turn their heads to look inside, with banter and disdain in their eyes, as if to say:

Where did this come from, the brain show is funny, right?

Seeing that everyone would stay in front of the carriage for a while, looking at Jing Zhe, Han Han suddenly realized, turned around and said: "Young village master, this is what you said about the card, right?" ”

Getting everybody to pay attention to it is really a good hand.

"Get out!"

“……”

……

Jing Zhe and Zhang Xiaoyu still got out of the car, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to move from the street to the end of the poetry meeting.

As for Han Han, Jing Zhe saw that he had become more and more intelligent recently, so he would talk to him and tease him, as a reward, and let him stay in the carriage to see the huge moon.

There were too many people on the street, in order to prevent Zhang Xiaoyu from being taken advantage of in the crowd, Jing Zhe protected her like a gentleman, and finally came to the outside of Wuxian Garden.

Zhang Xiaoyu's cheeks were crimson, her head hung very low, and she didn't dare to look at him, which made Jing Zhe feel strange.

I must have been touched by my glorious image, right?

Outside the Wuxian Garden, the situation is much better than on the street, there is no crowded scene, but very orderly queue waiting for admission, and most of these are people who know each other, well-dressed, and talking.

Jing Zhe didn't belong to this circle, so naturally he didn't know anyone, but he saw an acquaintance standing in an inconspicuous corner, busy and busy.

This time of year is Wu Yong's busiest day.

As the prefect of Jingzhou, he not only has to lead people to maintain law and order on the streets, avoid vicious incidents such as beating, smashing, robbing and stampede, but also maintain order outside the Wuxian Garden.

After all, there are only a limited number of readers that can be accommodated in the Wuxian Garden, and there are too many readers in Jingzhou City, and most of the readers who can't enter the garden gather outside, waiting to listen to the poems coming out of the garden.

So many people who read together know that they chew their tongues, and they also like to drink and compose poems, you can drink a lot, you can get drunk when you drink a little, and if you get drunk, you will make trouble, and you will mislead the country!

So this time, Wu Yong dispatched all the officials in the government to come over for duty, for fear that something would happen.

What kind of bullshit poetry club, if he wants to see it, it should be canceled! Those talented and beautiful people who participated in the poetry meeting are all bullshit!

Of course, he only dared to think about it, after all, there was Emperor An in the Wuxian Garden at this time, and Emperor An was the biggest leader of these talented and beautiful women.

This may be the reason why he has been following Su Mowu, if he can ascend to the throne, these scholars will definitely not be as beautiful as they are now...

"Governor Wu, are you busy?"

Jing Zhe walked over with Zhang Xiaoyu, and the people around him were either busy entering the garden or busy talking about the mountains, and no one paid attention to them.

"It turned out to be Ah Kun's son!"

Wu Yong turned around and saw that it was Jing Zhe, the corners of his mouth twitched, and finally he couldn't laugh.

For a guy who blackmailed himself with two thousand taels of silver, he didn't jump up and scold his mother, which is already considered a good cultivation.

"It's really busy today, there are too many people coming and going, I'm afraid of making trouble. It's Ah Kun's son, the poetry meeting will start soon, why don't you hurry up and enter the Wuxian Garden to familiarize yourself with the familiar environment? ”

Wu Yong was obviously too lazy to talk to Jing Zhe, and implicitly drove people away.

, when labor and management have never been to Wuxian Garden?

Also familiar with the environment, familiar with snakeskin!

The reason why Jing Zhe came to talk to him was mainly because he was about to send him to get a boxed lunch later, and he couldn't bear it, so he wanted to come forward and invite him into the garden - to see with his own eyes how he him...

"Governor Wu, the upper one labors, the lower one labors, you are a prefect, this kind of patrol and security work is handed over to those fast catchers, you don't have to do it yourself!"

Wu Yong pursed his lips and did not speak.

Labor and management are standing here and posing, if there is a leader to inspect it, it is reasonable, which eye do you see me doing it myself?

"Governor Wu, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival is such a huge event, wouldn't it be a pity to miss it? Come in with me, I'll surprise you later! ”

Wu Yong didn't know what the "surprise" in Jing Zhe's mouth was, and of course he didn't want to know, in his opinion, whether he could be next to him was more surprising than anything else.

"Ah Kun Gongzi, the good intentions of the official are understood, but you can enter this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, but I can't get in!"

“？？？”

Seeing Jing Zhe's puzzled face, Wu Yong thought that he was a foreigner who didn't understand the rules, so he explained to him.

It turns out that there are no more than three kinds of people who can come to participate in today's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, one is a member of the royal family or someone who has been invited by a member of the royal family; One is the subordinates of Wuxian Yuan, of course, they do not participate in the poetry meeting, but serve the people who participate in the poetry meeting; The last type is the reader.

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