The capital is located in the middle of the Central Plains, the city wall is wide and stretches for more than 60 miles, under the city wall of ten zhang high, there are many merchants who come and go, the goods from all over the five lakes and the four seas, the three mountains and five mountains can be found under this high wall.

Li Wuchen ignored the merchants who were hawking and drove his horse towards the city gate, but he was stopped by a group of people dressed as domestic servants after entering the city after an investigation.

"Dare to ask, but is it Li Wuchen and Li Gongzi?"

It was an old man who spoke, full of spirit and respectful attitude, and the group of people was headed by him, and they were divided into two sides.

"Yes, I am, who are you?"

Li Wuchen has no acquaintances in the capital, and he has not intersected with anyone along the way, so he is also a little confused.

When the old man heard this, he hurriedly bent down and saluted, and said humbly, "The old slave is from Zang Haizhuang, and he was instructed by his grandmother to take the young master back to his residence. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several servants stepped forward and bowed down to take the horse rope from Li Wuchen's hand.

Horseback riding was strictly forbidden in the city, so the old man prepared a sedan chair for Li Wuchen's commuting.

"Where do you live?"

Li Wuchen was a little confused, as soon as he arrived in the capital, someone came to greet him, and he couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of the old woman's methods.

"Yes, young master, the old slave's name is Xing Jia, and he is your housekeeper in the capital, you can find me if you have any orders. ”

Xing Jia didn't want to say more on the street, so he hurriedly beckoned Li Wuchen to get into the sedan chair, and the group headed towards Li Wuchen's mansion.

This happens almost every day, so it doesn't attract much attention.

The location chosen by the old woman for Li Wuchen was very secluded and elegant, there were not many pedestrians, but it was not too far from the residence of the dignitaries.

After the sedan car stopped, Li Wuchen looked at the mansion in front of him that was a certain year old, muttered a little, turned his head to look at Xing Jia and asked, "How long have you been here?"

Xing Jia clenched his fists and said humbly: "It has been no less than fifty years since the old slave entered the Li Mansion. ”

"Li Fu ......"

Li Wuchen looked at the plaque of the Li Mansion, which was much older than himself, and was silent for a long time without speaking.

Suddenly he felt like he was in the middle of the mire, and he felt that from the moment he came out of the mountain, there was a pair of invisible big hands, which began to gradually lead him into the game.

Since he was born, no, since he was not born, the other party has already begun to lay out, plan, and plan something.

And the other party is not afraid that he will withdraw and leave, and unscrupulously show him one clue after another, and he has indeed entered the game, and he can't leave it at all.

As Xing Jia stepped into the mansion, the layout of the mansion had a feeling that was very familiar to him, and from the moment he stepped on the Li Mansion, he could clearly feel that something resonated with his body.

To be precise, it resonates with the "Taishang Wuwei Tao Te Ching" he practiced.

'Back to the Purple'

This is the handiwork of the old Taoist priest......

Li Wuchen didn't speak all the way, and followed Xing Jia into the main hall, where more than a dozen maids were standing, waiting for the new owner of this mansion.

"Does Zang Haizhuang have a deep influence in the capital?"

Li Wuchen didn't believe that he only had such a small number of manpower, since he had done this bureau in the capital, he had a lot of plans.

Sure enough, after Li Wuchen finished asking, Xing Jia took the dozen maids and a dozen servants to kneel down with a straight face, and said in a serious tone.

"Young master, in the capital, there are Qinhuai Tower, Feifeng Xuan, Feihua Pavilion and a Zhengyuan Dart Bureau belonging to our Zang Haizhuang, and a total of three hundred and eighty-six brothers can die for the young master at any time. ”

Li Wuchen took a breath of cool air, these three Qinglou are all over the entire Dayan territory, it can be expected, what a big intelligence network this is, and the Zhengyuan Dart Bureau is a first-class dart game in the rivers and lakes, there are many masters, no matter where they go, no one dares not to give them face.

"Get up!"

After Li Wuchen finished speaking, he looked at Xing Jia and asked, "What should I do in the first step?

After hearing this, Xing Jia took out a gilded invitation from his inner pocket, handed it to Li Wuchen with both hands, and said respectfully, "Young master, this is the invitation for tonight's poetry meeting, scheduled to be held in the 'Flying Flower Pavilion', I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already participated in most of the high-ranking officials of Wenzong in the capital." ”

Li Wuchen took it, glanced at it casually, nodded, and asked Xing Jia and the others to retreat.

His bedroom is directly east of the Li Mansion, and when you open the window, there is a sea of flowers, and the front of the door is full of green bamboos and rare plants.

But Li Wuchen was not interested in these things at all, turned over and closed the window, and casually pulled out a few ancient books on the bookshelf and flipped through them.

At this glance, I saw the sun setting in the west.

Xing Jia prepared his bright white shirt early and the carriage for traveling.

After Li Wuchen changed his clothes and got into the carriage, Xing Jiajia silently retreated, this kind of high-end poetry club, a servant like him is not qualified to appear.

The carriage moved slowly, and at about the time of tea, Li Wuchen arrived at the door of Feifeng Pavilion.

"Yo, isn't this Li Wuchen Li Gongzi?"

The young man in a green shirt and a bronze crown held a folding fan and smiled at Li Wuchen.

Li Wuchen didn't know the person in front of him, so after a short silence, he also saluted the other party.

"Young Master, don't be nervous, they don't know you, but they've heard of Li Wuchen, so don't be surprised if anything happens later. ”

The young man walked up to Li Wuchen, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered.

Li Wuchen was about to speak, only to hear the young man laugh loudly, "Everyone, let me introduce you to you, this is the famous calligrapher, Mr. Liu Yuan's disciple, Li Wuchen!"

"What, he's Li Wuchen?"

"Is it the Li Wuchen who perfectly copied Wang Sheng's predecessor 'Lan Ting'?"

"Sure enough, it is magnificent, and the temperament is extraordinary, and today I finally saw the deity. ”

"I hope I'll be able to ask for a pair of his inks later. ”

............

Li Wuchen was greeted by this group of people so unknowingly, and in these conversations, except for his own confirmed acquaintance Liu Yuan, he didn't know anything else.

In their words, one thing is certain, that is, there is also a Li Wuchen, when he was cultivating in the mountains, he wandered the world, although he was very famous, but few people saw him.

Li Wuchen broke out in a cold sweat, and his body was cold, anyone who has lived in other people's calculations since he was born will have the same reaction as him.

Feihua Pavilion was wrapped up by this group of dignitaries today, so it didn't have the usual kind of warblers and swallows frolicking.

Li Wuchen was arranged in the most conspicuous position, and beside him, there were many young talents, most of whom admired him, in order to get a pair of ink treasures.

Off the stage, several dancers dressed in colorful satin tulle are dancing, this so-called poetry meeting, some of them are not worthy of the name, except for a few people who are really for a reward for others' talents, most of them are calling friends, drinking and having fun, in order to meet more nobles, paving the way for their future.

There was a muffled sound of 'poof...... which was a little abrupt in this cheerful atmosphere.

Everyone looked up, and a noble boy in a gorgeous robe fell on the stage, and then slowly stood up, of course, still not forgetting to rub a handful of oil on the singer.

I saw him drunkenly pointing at Li Wuchen, the smell of wine in his mouth, and shouted loudly, "I heard that Li Wuchen and Li Gongzi have unparalleled calligraphy attainments, today we are a poetry club, why don't you come up and improvise a poem, which also opens our eyes." ”

With that, he burped and was taken to the ground.

But although what he said was drunk, he also confided in the hearts of everyone present, even if someone coaxed and shouted for Li Wuchen to come to power.

"Let's welcome Li Gongzi to the stage!"

I don't know who opened his mouth, but when his words fell, someone quickly brought the bookcase and pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Li Wuchen was a little stunned, it was obvious that someone was deliberately targeting him in this matter today.

But suddenly he felt that someone had shoved something into his hand, and it all happened quickly and abruptly, and when he looked back, the man was gone.

Looking closely, there was a small square seal in his hand, on which were carved with the three big characters of 'Li Wuchen' with a small seal.

Li Wuchen looked at the small square seal in his hand, smiled bitterly, jumped off the high platform, and landed steadily on the stage.

"Since you are gracious, then dustless will be ugly. ”

After that, he calmly picked up the wolf pen on the copy, the pen was like a dragon, the words were like a phoenix dance, and one after another like a splashed ink landscape painting was slowly written on the rice paper!

There was a round of applause from the audience.

Don't say how the words are, the momentum of the single round is called the famous master of the lunch.

After receiving the pen and stamping it in one go, Li Wuchen, who had done all this, put the wolf pen back in its original position and turned to leave.

As he departed, no matter how far away they were sitting, they all walked towards the bookcase, scrambling for the thin piece of paper.

"Stop!"

A sharp voice rang out, and surprisingly, the scene fell silent in an instant as his voice fell.

It was a eunuch in a dark blue palace robe who spoke, he looked at the people who had already stopped and nodded with satisfaction, then stretched out his right hand and said, "Take it." ”

In terms of family status, none of the people present were afraid of him, and they could even leave him half face, but they were afraid of the one behind the beaded curtain.

With the hand-to-hand delivery, Li Wuchen's ink treasure was slowly sent behind the bead curtain.

The sharp-eyed one, after Mobao was sent away, slowly recited the verses on it.

'Edgeworth Across the Sky'

'Soaring to the Nine Heavens'

'Dare to peep at Chang'e's skin and race snow'

'How to be afraid of some villains'

'I want to ride the wind eastward'

'Stealing to Penglai to beg for a drink'

'If you want a piece of the pie'

"Please come to the platform."