My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 162 Yan Nan returns, Song Jiang flees to Qingzhou
Qingzhou.

Zhao House.

Li Qingzhao personally welcomed Han Yan into the mansion, and it was not until Han Yan smiled and explained why he came that Li Qingzhao was overjoyed. It turned out that Han Yan came here as a gift of money.

This summer banquet and literati debate will be sponsored by Bohai County Government.

This amount of money is nothing to the Wang family.

But the problem is that Han Yan herself doesn't know why Wang Lin got involved in this matter, and even let Hua Rong spread the word that this summer banquet hinted that the Meng family should no longer provide sponsorship.

Han Yan immediately remembered some recent rumors in Qingzhou.

He thought to himself: Could it be that your husband really has some kind of ambiguous affection that is unknown or tacit to this talented woman from the Song Dynasty?

So Han Yan is still somewhat repelled by this.

After all, Li Qingzhao was a married woman with a big name, so getting too close to her would bring a bad reputation to her husband.

"Thank you Ma'am, Qingzhao is very grateful. Meng's family suddenly proposed not to sponsor the summer banquet anymore. Qingzhao was still worrying just now. The grand event for more than a hundred people was expensive, and money was needed everywhere, but Qingzhao was ashamed. How can I bear it? Fortunately, my wife is generous to help me!" Li Qingzhao saluted.

Han Yan smiled slightly: "Madam's organization of the summer banquet is not for personal gain. Meeting friends through literature is also a major literary event in Qingzhou. I heard that Madam is in trouble, and the Bohai County Government cannot sit idly by."

Li Qingzhao has been in Qingzhou for so long, and few people call her "Madame", and she is generally referred to as Yi'an layman or "layman".

Han Yan said "Mrs." Li Qingzhao is such a talented and intelligent person, how could she fail to hear her subtext.

But Li Qingzhao has always been aloof and proud, he is self-righteous, he has always dismissed some gossip, and he doesn't bother to explain.

However, whether it was Han Yan's explicit hints or warnings, Li Qingzhao's heart was suddenly in danger.

She was silent for a moment, then decided to reject Han Yan's donation, and then said: "I understand what Ma'am means...In that case, please come back, Ma'am. I appreciate your kindness. Summer banquets are meant to make friends through literature, and even a cup of tea can also enlighten the world Encouraging writing, although Qingzhao is poor, he can still afford a cup of tea."

Han Yan smiled, didn't talk nonsense, just nodded slightly, then turned and left.

In her opinion, she did what her husband arranged, but Li Qingzhao didn't accept it, so what can you do?
From the beginning to the end, she didn't say anything.

In her opinion, a little money is not worth mentioning, but the Bohai County Government's public support for Li Qingzhao will undoubtedly make the rumors about Wang Lin and Li Qingzhao spread more vigorously.

Although Han Yan left, Han Yan also knew how much her husband valued this summer banquet. After all, this was his first cultural exchange event after taking office as Jiedu Envoy.

The palace cannot pay, but other families can pay.This is Han Yan's idea.

In an elegant room in the tea house opposite Zhao's Mansion, Wang Lin stood in front of the window, seeing Han Yan's face calm and walked out of Zhao's Mansion so quickly, Li Qingzhao didn't even send him off, and seemed a little rude, he couldn't help but smiled and said to Yan Qing: "Yanqing, what do you think Madam will do next?"

Yan Qing chuckled: "Ma'am is concerned about the overall situation. Although she doesn't want Shijun to get involved in Layman Yi'an's affairs, she knows that Shijun attaches great importance to this literary feast, so the subordinates speculate that after she leaves Zhao's residence, she should go to Looking for other financial sponsors Jia. As for who Madam is looking for, it is difficult for the subordinates to guess."

Wang Lin smiled slightly, pointed to the Yuelai Inn not far away, on the same street, and said: "She will go find that Murong Wan'er."

Yan Qing smiled wryly.

Only then did he realize that the envoy's ultimate goal was to get Murong Wan'er to sponsor the banquet, so that it could be turned from the dark to the bright.

It's just such a trivial matter that can be settled in a single sentence. I guess the Murong family will obey everything, so why did the envoy go through such a big circle, even the wife?

But Yan Qing didn't ask.

He knows that his envoy's plans have always been far-reaching, and he never plays cards according to common sense. It is difficult for others to guess his thoughts.

Anyway, he has always followed orders and never speculated.

Sure enough, Han Yan went to find Murong Wan'er.

Murong Wan'er naturally sold Han Yan's affection along the way, and then ordered someone to send Li Qingzhao [-] guan, becoming the sole sponsor of the Qingzhou Summer Banquet.

"My lord, this little lady from Murong's family recently opened a 'Yan Nan Gui' firm in Qingzhou. It is said that she specializes in the fur business and horse trade of the Jin and Liao people." Yan Qing said.

"Yannangui?" Wang Lin mused, "When the autumn wind blows, white clouds fly, and when the vegetation turns yellow, Yannan returns... The name of the Murong family's business name may have a lot to say. I don't care about her, as long as she is in our Qingzhou Operating according to the law, buying and selling fairly, and paying taxes according to regulations, I welcome the Murong family to settle in Qingzhou."

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Let's say that in Yuncheng County, Song Jiang killed Bai Sheng in a fit of anger. Knowing that the crime of murder was inevitable, he didn't dare to stay any longer and fled the county immediately.

Song Jiang went back to Songjiazhuang overnight to bid farewell to his father and brother Song Qing, and hastily took a gift package. He remembered Huarong in Qingfengzhai, Qingzhou, who had made friends with him. With a heart of glory, he still wanted to seek refuge under Wang Lin's sect.

After Song Jiang fled, Shi Wenbin, the county magistrate of Yuncheng County, had a hard time doing it.

In particular, the gangster publicly sued Song Jiang for murder, and said that Chao Gai, a senior official in Dongxi Village outside the city, and seven other people robbed the official gangsters... When it came to Liangshan bandits, Shi Wenbin dared not be negligent, and immediately went to sea to arrest them. Documents, written in various prefectures and counties in Shandong, arrested Song Jiang.

On the other hand, he ordered the county's capital, Zhu Dian Leiheng, and the county Wei Sunji to mobilize nearly a thousand township soldiers from the county and rush to Shijie Village to take back the property dedicated to the officials in Hebei.

Of course, at the same time, I wrote to Jeju Prefecture overnight, asking Jeju Prefecture to send troops to help.

For Shi Wenbin, the most important thing at present is to get back the [-] gold, silver and jewels. This was a tribute from Hebei to the official Zhao Ji, but it was lost in his Yuncheng County.

As for Song Jiang's murder, Shi Wenbin has always attached great importance to Song Jiang, and he intended to make it a small matter.

Otherwise, killing people is the first, being involved with people like Chao Gai is the second, which is enough to arrest the whole family in Song Jiangzhuang and put them in prison to torture and extract confessions.

Song Jiang hurried on and fled to Qingzhou at night.

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Qingzhou.

Early this morning, the summer banquet opened smoothly.

The summer banquet was arranged in the back garden of the Zhao Mansion. At this time, the flowers in the garden are in full bloom, and the summer is full of vibes.

Scholars and scholars from Qingzhou and various prefectures, as well as local gentry and celebrities in Qingzhou, came to attend the meeting as scheduled.

For a while, Zhao's mansion was full of people, and there were many cars and horses.

As the host of the summer banquet, Li Qingzhao wore a green dress, applied a little makeup, and sat on the main seat.

According to the rules of previous years, the arrangement of the banquet seats is not in accordance with the rules of the officialdom, and there is no artificial division of ranks. It all depends on the time of arrival and personal volition.

Even so, no ordinary literati dared to sit in the ten or so seats closest to Li Qingzhao, and they were reserved for local officials and gentry celebrities.

The government came to the Qingzhou government to pass the judgment and consolidate it.

Huarong was not interested in this kind of gathering of literati. For Li Qingzhao's sake, making Consolidation attend represented the official support of the Qingzhou government.

There were far more people coming this year than in previous years, and Li Qingzhao did not refuse.

Therefore, many scribes had no seats, so they had to sit on the grass outside the banquet, but they were still very happy and proud to participate.

Ever since the Su University scholar, in the Song Dynasty literary world, no one can surpass Li Qingzhao when it comes to poetry attainments.

For these literati, getting one or two comments from Li Qingzhao is a shortcut to fame, or a ladder to become an official.

The reason why there are so many people this year is that many people speculated or expected that Wang Lin would attend, trying to attract Wang Lin's favor through poetry.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Qingzhao was about to announce the opening of the banquet, but saw the surrounding crowd commotion, and immediately there was a clear and powerful announcement: "Your envoy is here!"

A group of scribes immediately became excited. Wang Lin, wearing the blue Confucian shirt he always liked to wear, and a kerchief on his head, with a face like a crown jade and a smile, came slowly.

Yan Qing followed closely behind.

All the scribes got out of the way, bowed down on both sides and shouted: "Meet the envoy!"

Li Qingzhao and Jian Jian, as well as the largest local merchant Meng Ting and other gentry and celebrities, also got up to pay their respects.

Wang Lin looked around at the crowd, and said with a vacant hand: "Everyone, please rise up, today's cultural banquet, I will attend in a private capacity, and there is no need to be formal!"

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"At today's banquet, I would like to invite you all to use Yannan Gui as the theme, or poems, words or odes, it doesn't matter."

Li Qingzhao waved his hands with a smile: "To cheer you up, the Murong family of the capital donated a lottery head, a Kunlun purple jade pendant, and the winner will get it."

Li Qingzhao's maid turned the tray around, and on it was a delicate and unique purple jade pendant, which was obviously priceless.

A group of scribes were amazed.

At this time, Meng Ting stood up and said in a loud voice: "Qingzhou Wenyan, how can my Qingzhou Meng family fall behind others, so I also donate a coral in the East China Sea to add to the prize."

The people from the Meng family also came out with a plate of snow-white coral.

Although scholars in this era have always claimed to dislike the smell of money, in fact there is no one who does not love money.

The Kunlun purple jade from Murong's family and the East China Sea coral tree from Meng's family are priceless treasures. If you win the leader, you will be famous and rich, so why not do it?

Therefore, the scholars who participated in the poetry competition were in high spirits for a while.

But Li Qingzhao was not very satisfied with the release of seventeen or eighteen poems in a row.

It wasn't until Meng Ting's eldest son, Meng Xun, stood up and bowed in circles and submitted one of his poems, which attracted Li Qingzhao's attention.

"Nian is very charming, where the west wind passes, the leaves fall and the flowers fly. The sea is far away and the beach is flat, and sometimes there are dodo birds crying. Looking at the sky, the mountains and mountains are arrayed; looking at the feet, every step is startled. The wild goose returns to the south, and the autumn is late. The smoke blows. It's hard to go back.

Thousands of mountains and rivers, wide head snow, things are different.Trapped in the end of the world, I hate that there is no place to live and no wine to drink.When the night is late, the railings sing about the moon; when the wine wakes up, the rice paper is covered with plums.Ask Hongyan, when can I send it, and who to send it to. "

Obviously, this is a poem written by Meng Xun imitating Li Qingzhao's style.

And it is also obvious that Li Qingzhao likes this kind of mournful tone.

So Li Qingzhao took a closer look at it, and then he took the case and said: "Good words! The artistic conception and style are far away, and the taste is endless. It is a masterpiece!"

Everyone was silent and looked at each other, Li Qingzhao said again: "Is there anyone else to submit poems?"

(End of this chapter)