When the Taoist heard the name "Li Qingcha", a fierce look gathered on his brows, but it soon dissipated. He walked up to the counter. "Boss, I've read quite a few books on my way to Beijing. Which book is Li Qingcha the protagonist of?" The shopkeeper looked at the Taoist priest's attire. He held a whisk in his hand, and his jade belt was decorated with yin and yang. His Taoist robe was plain, except for a blooming lotus embroidered with gold thread on the hem. Judging from his appearance, he doesn't look like a young disciple. The shopkeeper asked casually, "Are you here to participate in the Three Sects' Discussion?" The Taoist nodded. "Correct." "Then you are really late. Today, Lord Li Qingcha, the Right Deputy Seal Envoy of the Daolu Division, proposed a... um... what did he say?"
The shopkeeper turned to the inside of the store. "Xu Daxia, what did Lord Li say?!" "Fuck you! I just came up with that name to trick the little brats from Jiange. Don't tell me any more nonsense." "Okay, Xu Daxie! Got it, Xu Daxie!" "You! @#*￥%..." The two of them were swearing at each other, without saying a word about the real business. The Taoist priest was patient. He paid out three cents, "Have a bowl of noodles. I want to hear what the book says, too." The shopkeeper sneered. "You only give me these little things, and you still want to eat noodles? Recently, the three sects discussed the Dao. Although His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince ordered to stabilize prices, he did not say that prices cannot be raised. What's more, even if the prices are not raised, you can't eat anything in the capital..." Taoist priest: ￣□￣｜｜ He was short of money, and he could only scrape out a few coins. The shopkeeper shook his head. "Never mind. Business has been good recently, so it's no problem for me to treat you to a bowl of noodles." As he said this, he picked up only one coin and put it in the cabinet, and stuffed the rest back into the Taoist's hands. "Is it not too much to ask you for some tea money?" The Taoist smiled modestly. However, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was hidden very deeply and the shopkeeper did not see it.
The shopkeeper pointed to an empty table and said to the storyteller, "Big Shrimp, hurry up. This Taoist priest has just arrived in Beijing and doesn't know how powerful Lord Li is. You can tell him about it." This is a separate small kitchen. The storyteller glared at the shopkeeper. "I told you not to call me that. If you want to get beaten up, just say so!" The shopkeeper pretended not to hear. The storyteller chuckled, drank a cup of tea to moisten his throat, pondered for a moment, and decided to just repeat a small part of what he had just said. He raised his voice and spoke in a rhythmic manner: "Lord Li stood up. Who would have thought that after a few words, he heard a loud 'boom'. It turned out to be thunder and lightning. Everyone looked sideways, thinking that it was a strange phenomenon from the sky. There is a poem that says, 'The capital city was shaken in the middle of the night, and the six departments heard thunder in July. Dragons and snakes could not hibernate, and the sky and the earth fought back. But they rolled over the empty sky and came from the top of the mountain. Why should we be jealous of the rain clouds, the thunder came to the stage.'" Everyone cheered. "it is good!" The Taoist smiled, a hint of disdain flashed across his lips. Who is Li Qingcha? Over the past thousand years, the number of people who have been able to argue and cause visions to come down from the sky can be counted on two hands. I thought I could find out some news about Li Qingcha, but I didn't expect it to be such nonsense. Ugh…… That's it, What are you looking forward to? Even if a storyteller has traveled far and wide and has a wide range of knowledge, he is still just an ordinary person. To ordinary people, spiritual practice is something mysterious. How can they understand it? Don’t be surprised if you don’t know. Thinking of this, the Taoist no longer had any intention of listening. The storyteller's jokes went in one ear and out the other. He took a sip of tea from time to time and watched ordinary people making noises, feeling quite content. Looking at them, they really look like a group of monkeys who know nothing... The Taoist felt more and more disdainful. The storyteller spoke with great interest. "Guess what Lord Li said?" We have all heard it before, so of course everyone knows what Li Qingcha is talking about. However, they were still very supportive. "what did you say?"
"Master Li... ahem... Master Li said, 'All sages and saints are differentiated by the law of non-action.' Suddenly, thunder and heavy rain fell from the sky. The strange thing was that only the area around the arena was covered with dark clouds, but no rain. How strange... How strange..." The Taoist's hand paused slightly. All the saints... Are you talking about Confucianism? Or maybe Taoism? Otherwise, is it Buddhism? But if we are talking about the saints of the three schools, then wouldn’t that be… Just having this thought made the Taoist feel his heart pounding. Suddenly, cough-- There was a sweetness in my throat and my face was as pale as a sheet of paper. He put down the teacup, stood up abruptly and left. Not long after, the shopkeeper came out with a bowl of vegetarian noodles. He came to where the Taoist was sitting, slightly stunned, and couldn't help muttering: "That guy is really something, he tricked me into asking the kitchen to start cooking noodles in advance, but he sneaked away... Hmm... Isn't he worried about being charged?" Thinking of this, the shopkeeper couldn't help but shook his head. That Taoist seemed to be really poor. Without giving it any further thought, he prepared to eat the noodles himself as if it were his early dinner, so he cleared the table and made room for his meal. Unexpectedly, when he tried to empty the teacup, he found that it was filled with a deep red liquid. This is…… The shopkeeper didn't react. at this time, "Boss, please come to a private room and get some dishes." The shopkeeper turned around. Li Qingcha, the Seventh Prince, Sirou, Yongjia, and Luo Weiyang were all there, with dozens of guards following outside. The Seventh Prince said, "Li Qingcha, Mr. Chu invited you to attend the literary gathering, why are you still eating outside?" Li Qingcha sighed helplessly. "It's because I have to attend the literary gathering that I have to eat out." "what?"
"Otherwise, how can I find an excuse to escape..." The Seventh Prince was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. Yongjia said, "Coach Li, you are so weird. My brothers are eager to attend the literary gathering organized by the Grand Scholar Chu. Especially my second brother, he would laugh even in his dreams if he was invited by the Grand Scholar." Sirou tugged at her sister's sleeve. "Yongjia!" "What? I didn't lie~" "Ugh……" Sirou held her forehead with her hand as she had a headache. Li Qingcha was helpless. "It's mainly because I don't have any ink in my stomach..." The Seventh Prince was somewhat surprised. "I heard that you attended a literary gathering in Bozhou, and it was hosted by old man Zhao Nong. Didn't he and you have a bad relationship? You even attended a poetry gathering of someone you don't get along with, so why are you afraid, Mr. Chu?" "It's easier to deal with it if we don't get along. When I attend Mr. Chu's literary gathering, can I still write something like I did in Bozhou, 'From a distance, the lonely mountain is dark, thin at the top and thick at the bottom. One day, it will be reversed, thin at the bottom and thick at the top'?" "I think this poem is quite good." "you……" "O(∩_∩)O haha~" The two chatted as they entered the private room. Sirou and others followed behind. The shopkeeper was surprised. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead, asked the waiter to bring him paper and pen, and muttered something. "I have to write that poem down quickly. Lord Li's poems are all treasures. Maybe they will be passed down through the ages~" The Taoist's affairs were just forgotten. Chapter 348 How to sell yourself to be an official? The sky is already dark, The rain has become much lighter, and the drizzle adds a touch of interest to this summer night. Normally, there should be few people on the street on a rainy day, but thanks to the lively discussion of the Three Sects, the people had no mood to go to bed early, and they were chatting outside in groups of three or four. Business at the night market is much better than usual, with constant sounds of hawkers hawking their wares. Da da--
The Imperial Observatory's carriage passed through the crowd. Li Qingcha lifted the car curtains, Emmm... The nightingale followed. She couldn't help but sigh, wondering in her heart whether she should really pretend to be in danger, let Nightingale save her once, and then quickly get away from it. Luo Weiyang, who was standing by, poked her head out.
