Qingyuan country is the world's first-class prosperous place, especially at this time near the end of the year, everywhere is red and green, the flow of people is endless, the sound of selling and fireworks are mixed together, a good picture of the world, even the most famous poems, calligraphy and paintings in Jingshui Alley can not use pen and ink to depict this picture, although those princes and nobles have reached thousands of taels, even if the official land, no one dares to say that this picture can be painted.

This is something to be proud of, and when the news came out, every Qingyuan person was filled with pride, and even the officers and soldiers guarding the city had some more smiles on their faces.

When this incident reached the emperor's ears, he was happy for a while, and the dull atmosphere that had surrounded the palace in the past was suddenly swept away.

Under the rule of the capital, the prosperity of the capital has reached this point, and no emperor is unhappy.

Even the review is a lot faster.

Even in his spare time, he also asked the eunuchs to go out to post the emperor's list, looking for artists who could draw such paintings, and gave them to high-ranking officials.

The news of this matter is getting hotter and hotter.

Countless artists with superb self-supporting painting skills have wandered the streets and alleys, trying to paint the most prosperous scenery and win a huge bounty.

Therefore, when Xu Baichuan walked into the national capital, he saw such a scene.

Countless scholars in clothes stained with ink gathered around to write, and even quarreled and fought because of accusing each other of the shortcomings in each other's paintings, don't look at the readers, they thought that they were weak without fists and feet, but the fact is not necessarily the case, the quarrels between the readers are the first in the world, and the fights are not much worse, and they can use any kind of cruel means between each other, and even a few of them have been kicked off.

Xu Baichuan looked at all this, and couldn't help but think that Qingyuan's scholars were so strong, completely different from what he had seen in the past, no wonder the old Taoist priest always said that scholars should not be faceless, and I think it was because of this.

In the end, this farce was stopped by the officers and soldiers on patrol, and there was no punishment, and there were even some grievances, and when they were persuaded to fight, they were slapped a few times, but they dared not speak out, so they could only endure it stubbornly.

After all, Qingyuan governs the country with civil officials, and these scholars who fight in groups may become officials when the time comes, and they may still have the time to ask for him, so they can only be beaten and scolded.

When those readers packed up their pens and ink and scattered them, they felt a lot more relieved.

After dealing with the farce of the scholars, the officers and soldiers of the patrol walked straight towards Xu Baichuan.

Even a little more careful.

Qingyuan has an unwritten rule, when you see a swordsman with a sword on your body, try to be kind, even if the other party commits something, you must persuade each other kindly, after all, there is still a group of sword cultivators in Qingyuan who don't want to die, if you provoke them, it will not be too comfortable.

Although it is unlikely that a swordsman is a sword cultivator, a sword cultivator must be a swordsman.

It's always right to be careful.

What's more, at this juncture, the emperor had an unpleasant quarrel with the sword cultivator not long ago, and ordered that no sword cultivator in the imperial city should hold a sword except for the sword cultivator, and now there is such a person, no matter how you think about it, it is a little unusual.

The patrol general named Zheng Qing hugged Xu Baichuan with a fist, and after making enough rituals, he asked gently: "Your Excellency's swordsmanship has ever entered the room?"

This may sound a little strange to other people's ears, but in the ears of Jian Xiu, it is a pass, used to distinguish between ordinary swordsmen and sword cultivators, if there is sword qi in the heart lake, it is sword cultivation, if not, it is a swordsman.

Xu Baichuan naturally knew what this sentence contained, so his answer was quite interesting.

"I've already stepped on that path, and my swordsmanship isn't bad. ”

Zheng Qing nodded, didn't say anything more, just hugged his fist to Xu Baichuan again, and left with the soldiers without looking back.

Xu Baichuan looked at this scene and was a little confused.

After a while, he didn't care, but took a closer look at the bustling scenery.

......

After Zheng Qing learned that Xu Baichuan was a sword cultivator, he remembered the edict secretly issued by His Majesty the Emperor before, and any sword cultivator who appeared in Qingyuan had to report to him, so after he handed over his duties to the Shangguan, he rode a fast horse all the way to the palace.

Only after approaching the majestic palace city did he dismount and rush to report, so the palace was not bad, and not long after the news spread, Emperor Qingyuan let him in.

So the patrol general saw a scene that he could not forget in his life, and in his mind, the majestic Emperor Qingyuan, who was majestic and supreme, actually washed clothes in front of the palace like a small person in the market, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and even left the salute behind.

Wringing out the last piece of clothing and hanging it on the bamboo pole, Emperor Qingyuan looked at Zheng Qing, who was stunned and motionless, and said with interest: "Why, don't you think I don't look like an emperor?"

Zheng Qing came back to his senses, knelt on the ground and kowtowed with a frightened face, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the minister should die, the minister will never dare to have such thoughts." ”

Emperor Qingyuan wiped his hands on his clothes, walked to Zheng Qing's side, and couldn't help but ask him to pull him up, and said unhappily: "You people, you shout about guilt and guilt every day, and you still kneel on the ground at every turn, but you can't say where the sin is, come on, come on, you raise your head and look at me, am I like that kind of moody person?"

Zheng Qing glanced at Emperor Qingyuan quickly, and quickly lowered his head without saying a word.

Emperor Qingyuan was the first time he had seen him, but his prestige had always been in his ears, quelling the rebellion and cutting off dissidents, and the lives of this seemingly gentle emperor were unknown.

He can't help but be careless.

Emperor Qingyuan could probably guess what Zheng Qing was thinking, he had seen a lot of this kind of thing, and every subject who was summoned by him alone was like this, although he had asked them not to be restrained, but it was still like this.

The majesty of the emperor can be imagined.

But despite this, there will still be some who disregard the majesty of the emperor, such as those civil officials who huddle together, and those monks.

They don't give the emperor too much face.

Emperor Qingyuan sighed for no reason, looked at Zheng Qing, who was submissive, and said, "You said that there is another sword cultivator in the city today, can you know whether it is true or not?"

Hearing this, Zheng Qing knelt on the ground again, touched the ground with his head, and said: "Your Majesty, the minister has already asked, and the person said that his swordsmanship has entered the hall, and it must be a sword cultivator, and the minister will never dare to deceive Your Majesty in such matters." ”

Looking at Zheng Qing who was kneeling on the ground again, Emperor Qingyuan felt a little headache, and after pulling a few times to no avail, he stopped caring about him, and said: "It's not good to have a sword to cultivate into the city at this juncture, those few people must have some other thoughts, if it starts, it will be a troublesome thing." ”

Zheng Qing cautiously raised his head and asked tentatively, "Why don't you drive that sword cultivator out of the city?" With the law in hand, he must not dare to resist. ”

In fact, this move is very feasible, everything in the world is not subject to the laws of the dynasty, but only sword cultivation is an alternative, rooted in Qingyuan for hundreds of years, most of the disciples are Qingyuan people, not to mention that Qingyuan is the last place of sword cultivation, so they can't listen.

Emperor Qingyuan shook his head, looked at the small snowflakes floating in the air, stretched out his hand to catch a piece, and quietly waited for it to melt, and then said: "Don't care, don't do anything, just let it happen, it's the same whether you fight or not, maybe the situation is more chaotic and more beneficial to us." ”

Zheng Qing nodded, and was about to retire, but was stopped again.

Emperor Qingyuan threw him a sign and said with a smile: "This sign can allow you to enter and exit the palace, you don't have to go to the palace in the future, just concentrate on following that sword cultivator, what you do every day and what kind of people and things you meet, record everything in detail, and report to me every three days." ”

Zheng Qing took the sign, carefully put it in his arms, and said goodbye to the emperor again.

Emperor Qingyuan stood in front of the hall, looking at the snowflakes that were getting bigger and bigger, muttering to himself, not knowing who to say something, and suddenly laughed when he got to the back.

It's a little weird.

After Zheng Qing left, he was the only one in this world.

Who are you talking to?

Perhaps only Emperor Qingyuan knows.