"My lord, there are no traces of people on Jiu'an Mountain."

After returning to the Yunzhou Qianyuan Inn from Jiu'an Mountain, he immediately reported to Situ Jingping about the investigation in Jiu'an Mountain.

"No one on Jiu'an Mountain?"

Situ Jingping frowned.

"It's true that there is no one anymore, only this was found in the cave above, and places outside Shandong were afraid of destroying key clues, so they didn't search it."

took out the paper found on the stone table in the cave and handed it to Situ Jingping, Situ Zhuzhi explained.

He is just a guard, and in terms of investigation, he can only be regarded as a newcomer, not comparable to Situ Jingping, and even less comparable to Guo Wei.

"It seems that the Panlong Sect is not easy to deal with."

Seeing the words on the paper, Situ Jingping handed the paper to Guo Wei and sighed.

"If you can commit so many cases, and you can play a game of hide and seek with the government, where will it be easy to deal with."

Hearing Situ Jingping's emotion, Guo Wei looked at the words on the paper and said.

"yes, it's just pity for those women."

Thinking of the things that the Panlong Sect had done to the woman he had captured, Situ Jingping was filled with indignation.

"Let's go up the mountain tomorrow and take a look, eradicating the Panlong Sect as soon as possible can also liberate them as soon as possible, and make them suffer a lot less."

……

"Shang Chao~"

The Imperial Palace in the capital is about to go to the supermarket again, and the hundred officials are already waiting for Emperor Xiao's arrival in the Taihe Palace.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

When Emperor Xiao arrived, the officials knelt down and bowed.

"Zhong Aiqing is flat!"

Looking at the officials present, except for Xu Cai and others who were dismissed and waiting to be handled, and Situ Jingping, who was out or on vacation, everything that should have arrived has arrived, and Xiao Huang nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Something to do~"

After the hundred officials finished saluting, Changde took out a megaphone and put it in front of his mouth and said.

Since he had Fu Enhao's megaphone, Emperor Xiao allowed him to go to court with the megaphone, and he didn't have to shout as loudly as before.

"Something to do!"

Li Yingzhi walked out of the ranks, bent down with an elephant wat in his hand and said.

"Aiqing, please speak."

"Your Majesty, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, talents from all over the world have arrived one after another, the venue and rewards of the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting have not yet been determined, and I would like to inquire about the Holy Will!"

The Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the five major festivals of Xiao Kingdom, and there will be a variety of performances on the day, and there will be a poetry meeting held by the government in the evening, and the top three in the poetry meeting will be rewarded accordingly.

Poetry clubs in various places have their own characteristics, and the rewards are also very different, but no matter what, they are not as good as the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meetings in Beijing, after all, the poetry meetings held by the royal family are only twice a year.

Over the years, Emperor Xiao's rewards have also been particularly coveted, and the first place in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club has a precedent for directly entering the Hanlin Academy, and the rewards for the second and third places are also particularly rich.

The reward for the first place in the poetry meeting is announced after the poetry competition, but the rest of the rewards are announced very early.

Every year during the Qixi Festival, each state will hold a poetry meeting, and only the top three talents are eligible to go to the capital to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in the capital.

At the beginning of August, talented people from various states will come to the capital one after another, prepare early, and want to become famous in one fell swoop at the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting.

"Everyone, Aiqing, where is the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting held this year, let's talk about your opinions."

The place where the Mid-Autumn Festival is held every year is not fixed, but the most frequent ones are Wenyingge and Guozijian, and they have also tried to hold it in the palace.

"Your Majesty, I think it can still be held by Wenying Pavilion, Wenying Pavilion is the most famous place in the capital for talented people to test their talents, and it is also the place where the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is held the most, so it can take on this great responsibility."

It was Yang Sheng who spoke about the Guozi Festival, and the holding of the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting was something that the Columbia Teahouse Manor in the capital couldn't ask for, but he didn't want to toss in the Guozijian again, so he hurriedly pushed the matter of holding the Mid-Autumn Festival to Wenyingge.

"The minister seconded the proposal," the Zhongshu Ling Su Zhe also came out, "Your Majesty, the minister thinks that the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting can be held in Wenying Pavilion, Wenying Pavilion will hold a large-scale poetry meeting every month, and he has rich experience, so it is most suitable to take on this matter." ”

"The ministers seconded it!"

Since Guozijian was reluctant to hold the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry party, Su Zhe felt that it was better to hand over the matter directly to his family.

There are countless poetry meetings held by Wenyingge, and it is not difficult to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry party, not to mention that you will get a lot of compensation.

Su Zhe and the old man of the Xin family are in-laws, Su Da, the daughter of the Su family, is the main house of Xin Zhourui, and Xin Shuren is Su Zhe's grandson, of course, if there is a good thing, you have to think about it for your family.

Many officials have been to Wenyingge to see poetry meetings, and their impression of Wenyingge is quite good, and their juniors often participate in poetry discussions in Wenyingge, so it is natural to support Wenyingge.

"The minister is against it," Prime Minister Cai Cheng stood up and retorted, "The minister thinks that Caiqing Building is more suitable for holding the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting." ”

Caiqing Building is a teahouse specially built by Cai Dao for the Caiqing Poetry Society, covering an area nearly twice as large as Wenyingge, but it is not famous.

Most of the talented people outside the Caiqing Poetry Society will choose to go to Wenying Pavilion, although the Caiqing Poetry Society is big, there are many talented people in it, but the reputation of the talents gathered in Wenying Pavilion is not bad.

Caiqinglou has also held a lot of poetry meetings, but after Cai Dao won the first place twice in a row, almost everyone felt insulted, so gradually no one participated in the poetry meeting held by Caiqinglou.

Later, even the people of the Caiqing Poetry Society went to Wenying Pavilion to participate in the poetry meeting, and the Caiqing Building has always been idle.

"The minister seconded the proposal," Hubu Shangshu Yu Qian echoed, "Your Majesty, the minister believes that the scale of Caiqinglou is huge, quite spectacular, and the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting held in it can allow talents from all over the world to appreciate the grandeur of the capital." ”

"The ministers seconded it!"

After many officials looked at each other, they all spoke up to agree to hold the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in Caiqinglou, the Xin family was too popular, and many of their private businesses did not improve much, and Caiqinglou was Prime Minister Cai, so it was natural to support.

"Caiqing Building? Why haven't I heard of it? ”

"Your Majesty, Caiqing Building was built in the past two years, is the largest poetry society in the capital Caiqing Poetry Society, since its opening by the majority of talents in the capital welcome, there is a great tendency to catch up with Wenyingge to become the first talent building in the capital,

His Majesty lives deep in the palace, and it is normal that he has not heard of Caiqing Building. ”

Yu Qian recommended Caiqinglou to Emperor Xiao, and when he said these words, his face was not red, and he had a great meaning of blowing Caiqinglou to the ground.

"Yu Shangshu, what's the situation in Caiqinglou, don't you know, maybe you want to bully the king!"

Yushi Liu Yan stood up and scolded Yu Qian, he was very clear about the situation of Caiqinglou, because Caiqinglou was not far from his house.

The officials in the main hall also began to argue at this time, criticizing Caiqinglou and touting Wenyingge on the one hand, and touting Caiqinglou and Wenyingge on the other.

"Liu Yushi, is what the official said biased? Of all the buildings in the capital that can hold the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, which one has the magnificent Caiqing Building? Which of the poetry meetings held in Caiqing Building was not full? ”

Facing Liu Yan's questioning, Yu Qian asked confidently.

"Yu Shangshu, how much water will be in the poetry of Caiqinglou, I think you should know it, if you let Caiqinglou hold a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, wouldn't it be laughing off the big teeth of the world?"

Fu Hao, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, refuted Yu Qian, he had studied all the poetry clubs in the capital, and the most impressive ones were Wenying Pavilion and Caiqing Building.

These are two places that can shock him, one can always appear a few popular good poems, and the other can always refresh the bottom line of his three views again and again, the former is Wenyingge, and the latter is Caiqinglou.

"Moisture? What moisture? The talents who participated in the poetry meeting were all willing to participate in the poetry meeting, and every time they participated in the poetry meeting, which talent didn't leave Caiqing Building with a happy smile? ”

"It's funny, Yu Shangshu must know that everyone who participates in the Caiqinglou Poetry Club will get a lot of money, what kind of goods are written by people who gather money like this, and they are also worthy of the title of genius?"

Liu Yan continued to question Yu Qian, what Caiqinglou said was that it was holding a poetry meeting, and what it said was unpleasant that it was a group of gangsters filling it with big-headed shrimp.

Wenyingkaku will censor those who go in to participate in the poetry meeting, and those who can't recite poetry are not allowed to enter, but after entering, all the food inside is free.

Every time Wenyingge has a poetry meeting, the organizer will pay for all the talents' dishes, and Wenyingge will also give preferential prices.

As for Wen Yingge's profit income, it depends on the money of the audience in the building, and there are not a few followers of every great talent, especially Fu Caizi, who brings very rich profits to Wen Yingge every time.

Caiqinglou is different, as long as people who come to participate in the poetry meeting will be welcomed, and they will also get an objective poetry fee.

To put it bluntly, it is to use money to attract people, and it is conceivable what kind of goods to know when participating in the poetry club, and it is not surprising that Cai Dao can always be the first place in the Caiqinglou Poetry Club.

But talented and ambitious talents can enter Wenying Pavilion, and no one wants to be in the company of the gangsters in Caiqing Building for the sake of one or two hundred pieces of silver.

The officials in the palace were so noisy that they were all red-faced, and they almost started fighting.

"Alright, you don't have to fight!" Emperor Xiao looked at the arguing officials in the hall and covered his forehead with a headache.

Hearing Emperor Xiao's voice, the people arguing in Taihe Hall all stopped and stood back silently.

"Li Aiqing, what do you think?"

In the argument of the officials in the hall just now, Li Yingzhi had been standing calmly in the same place, and Emperor Xiao wanted to know what he thought.

"Your Majesty, the minister thinks there is another suitable Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting."