Chapter 278 It must be well received
The general sent the Kyoto Forbidden Army to greet King Wei’s motorcade in the morning, and in the afternoon the news of King Wei’s arrival spread throughout Kyoto.
King Wei did not cover his traces throughout the whole journey. For such a vast team, as long as their eyes are not blind and their ears are not deaf, the wind will bring the news to their ears.
The spies of the Kyoto family came out and used all their methods. It only took half a day to put the information about this convoy on the tables of each family.
The powerful king Li Ji, and a group of "unknown" "jianghu guests".
The "Taoist priest" riding in the same carriage as King Wei naturally received a lot of attention.
Some families with sensitive ears and dog-like noses heard the news about the "immortal Taoist Priest" a long time ago. They were as shocked as if a stone had been thrown into a bird's nest.
Some people who were not well informed were full of curiosity and had no idea who the Taoist priest who suddenly appeared was.
Even a very capable retainer is not qualified to ride in the same carriage as the feudal lord.
For a while, some people were happy and some were sad. Some people were thinking about whether to move out of Kyoto quickly during this period to avoid the limelight; others were gearing up and wanted to get close to the Taoist priest; and Some people sat on one side and watched with indifference, watching how high the muddy water in Kyoto could rise.
Of course, there are also a group of people who know only a little bit about the rumors about the Taoist priest, but they will shout "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Where are the gods in this world?", then directly forget about the Taoist priest and continue. Drinking and having fun, I just thought that Li Jilao was confused and lowered his status and let himself ride in a carriage with Jianghu people.
Besides them, there is a group of people.
When they heard about the future, they silently began to make plans.
Be prepared for the coming storm.
……
In the middle of the long library street, there is an elegant small courtyard. There is an attic in the courtyard, and a welcoming pine is planted next to it, swaying in the wind.
This is the place where meetings and discussions are held in the library. Those who have status and status in the library occasionally talk about major world affairs here and discuss where the world's literature will go.
Today, two masters were guarding the small pavilion. Their eyes were shining, not letting anyone get close.
In a two-story attic house, two old men sat opposite each other at a long table. One was dressed in luxurious clothes, with gold and silver jewelry on his body; the other was just wearing simple scholar's clothes, with a Wrapped in a turban.
The rich old man is called Changsun Jushi, and the scholar-like old man is Zhuge Jushi. Together with Ulu Jushi, they are called the three Jushi of the library, and they are the managers under the current building owner.
At this moment, the layman Zhangsun put his hands on the window sill, and his jewelry crackled with his movements. His sighs were like a continuous wave, one after another:
"Pellu is dead... This The old boy lost his life after going out. What on earth did he do? "
"Who knows?" Zhuge shook his head and said with a cold face: "Pellu always carries us behind his back. I checked some things and found that they are not good things. Now that I am dead, it can be regarded as karma.” Changsun layman sat back and said, "The poster called us here this time and said he was going to bring a big shot. Zhuge, who do you think he is in Beijing?"
"I don't know, no. Interested.”
"Hey, talking to you is really boring. You don't look at money, and you don't look at rights. You can't live your whole life holding your books."
"Why not?"
"..."
Laity Changsun didn't know what to say.
The three lay people each have their own interests. The eldest grandson likes money, Ulu likes power, and Zhuge is the most different, he likes books.
Changsun and Pelu could still chat together on weekdays, but now that Pelu is dead, Changsun really doesn't know how to get along with Zhuge.
But Zhuge is still the one with the highest moral standards in the library today. He has mastered the six great literary powers, and the eldest grandson does not dare to mess with him.
Just shut up and wait for the original poster.
After half a stick of incense, the eldest grandson was a little tired of waiting. Suddenly he felt an eerie wind blowing from the window. He shuddered and stood up to close the window.
When Master Changsun turned around, he suddenly found a beautiful woman with a pale face standing behind him.
He was so frightened that he screamed and took several steps back, almost knocking over tables, chairs and benches.
"You...who are you?"
"The owner of the library invited me over." The woman's voice was cold, without any emotion.
Changsun Jushi was slightly stunned:
The previous poster said that the two of us are meeting a big shot today. Is the big shot he is talking about this woman?
Zhuge looked at the woman up and down, and his indifferent expression became serious:
“The body is made of paper, and the lotus is made of flesh and blood. It seems to be a living person, but it is actually an evil spirit... It is said that it is. Big shot, I think you are more like the messenger of the big shot.”
The woman did not explain everything and silently acquiesced.
Changsun Jushi finally came to his senses, with a flattering smile on his face:
"Your Excellency, when you come to see us this time, do you want to entrust us with something to do in the library? Don't worry. , When doing business in the library, it is inevitable..."
"A Taoist priest will come in two days." The woman interrupted Changsun layman directly, "He will definitely come to contact the library.
"That person is an honored guest. My lord hopes that the library can' Treat each other well. "
The words "treat well" were bitten hard, and Changsun layman immediately understood the meaning of the other party's words.
The face became a little ugly.
< br>Are you going to ask the library to have a meeting with that immortal Taoist priest?
...
After finishing teaching, Yan Wangsheng made an appointment with a few friends and planned to get together at a nearby restaurant to talk about the "Taoist Priest's coming to Beijing".
When he passed by Cao Xin Tang where Wei Shu was lying, he could see that there were one or two gentlemen from the library trying to wake Wei Shu up in the lobby.
Compared with the crowded scenes before, Caoxintang now seems a bit lonely.
Recently, fewer people in the library have gone to treat Wei Shu. This group of pretentious library gentlemen finally admitted their incompetence. They were helpless to deal with the sleeping Wei Shu. There was no way to save him. Brought out of dreams.
However, Wei Shu's condition has obviously eased a lot recently compared to the beginning. At the beginning, he actually fell into a boundless nightmare. He struggled every day and screamed in his sleep. Now Wei Shu can only lie down peacefully for a whole day. Occasionally, my brows would frown tightly, as if I encountered something I couldn't understand.
Yan Wangsheng estimated that Wei Shu would be able to break through this trance and wake up soon.
At that time...
Maybe I will have an extra assistant here.
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a warmth in my arms. When I looked back, I was filled with joy.
Guan Jinping sent him a message!
Yan Wangsheng immediately forgot about Wei Shu, and even ignored his old friend who was waiting for him in the restaurant. He jogged all the way back to his residence and lit the messenger incense, fearing that Guan Jinping would not be around for a long time. wait.
After lighting the messenger incense, Yan Wangsheng vaguely heard Guan Jinping’s voice:
“Can you hear my voice?”
"I can hear it, I can hear it." Yan Wangsheng said with joy: "Junior sister came to Kyoto with the Taoist priest?"
"Oh? Senior brother actually knows my whereabouts?"
" Lord Wei Wang is so powerful that even a babbler knows that he is going to Beijing. I think you are likely to come with him."
"You were right." He smiled and said: "I was originally at Prince Jing's place. When I saw that three months were up, I went directly to the border of Kyoto. I happened to meet Prince Wei's large army and became their guest, eating and drinking for two days.
< br>"Now I am following King Wei and Taoist Master, and I estimate that I will arrive in Kyoto in two or three days. ”
Guan Jinping teased Yan Wangsheng again: "I'm still waiting for you to treat me to a drink."
"That's natural." Yan Wangsheng said with a smile: "There are many good restaurants in Kyoto, and I have saved some over the years. The money will guarantee you good food and drink.”
The two exchanged a few words and then cut off the communication.
We can officially meet each other in a few days. There is no need to look at each other across the incense.
But...
Yan Wangsheng always felt a little strange.
It seems...
There is something slightly wrong with Guan Jinping's voice.
I don’t know how to describe it. If I say it forcefully, it always feels like a little girl pretending to be old.
I couldn't figure out the reason, so I thought it was because Guan Jinping had been suffering from wind and cold in the past two days, and her voice was a little hoarse.
Wait for her to come and treat her to a throat-warming drink.
Yan Wangsheng also had an open mind. He opened the door, blew the spring breeze in the courtyard, hummed a little tune and walked out.
He turned left and right in the alley and arrived at the agreed restaurant. After going to the private room on the second floor, he found that several old guys were already waiting for him in the hall.
"Old Yan, you are not a fastidious person, so you made us wait here for two sticks of incense."
An old man laughed and scolded Yan Wangsheng, but Yan Wangsheng was not angry at all. When I got to my seat, I drank three cups of tea:
"I'm happy today, I'm treating you to this table of dishes."
"Oh, Iron Rooster has changed his mind!"
After some teasing, they started eating and drinking. After a few glasses of wine, the old guys started chatting.
There was an old man among them, who was richly dressed but slovenly. He seemed to be the type who couldn't hear what was going on outside the window. He caught Yan Wangsheng and asked:
"Old Yan, that Taoist priest of King Wei" What is your identity? Tell us a little bit.”
Everyone else also looked at Yan Wangsheng.
They have all heard that the Taoist priest is very capable, but they know very little about the details, and they still have to rely on Yan Wangsheng.
Yan Wangsheng chuckled:
“That Taoist priest.
“But the ancestor of our library! ”
"Ah?" The old man who asked the question was wide-eyed: "Old Yan, why are you still cursing while you are talking?"
"I'm calling you a stick." Yan Wangsheng snorted and did not continue to explain. .
Only a few other old men were left looking at each other, not knowing whether the other party was joking.
Or is this really the case?
……
Li Ji went to Beijing and chose the widest and largest road, which was easy to walk, conspicuous and elegant.
The carriage has been traveling in Kyoto for a day without any accidents.
But today the sky is a little dark and gloomy, as if it is going to rain.
Zuo Chenben was sitting in the carriage chatting with Li Ji, but suddenly felt some energy, lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside.
Suddenly laughed:
"King Wei, Kyoto welcomes us."
In Zuo Chen's field of vision, there was a grassy slope not far away.
The evil spirit is permeating the air.
Asking for a monthly ticket┗|｀O′|┛嗷~~
(End of this chapter)