Although it was a peaceful time, given that the situation in the Wuhu area in the south was not calm, the princes and nobles still carried a large number of guards. When Wufeng and his party took a carriage to the open space in front of the residence of the Minister of Culture, Education and Health, there were all kinds of carriages outside the gate, some were unique in shape, some were small and exquisite, some were full of nobleness, and some were simple and generous. There were many guards and masters standing next to the carriage, all chatting there.

Wufeng's carriage was still the one that was not in the capital. When An Qier saw that Wufeng had no carriage in the capital, he chose a larger one from his two carriages, and Wufeng asked Song Tianxiong to customize three carriages with different workmanship and specifications from the largest carriage manufacturer in the capital. However, it would definitely take until after the Spring Festival to get it. Now he had to use Angel's carriage, which looks smaller.

Originally, the Huey family's emblem was taken down by Wufeng, but Wufeng, who represented his identity, had not yet thought about it, so he had to leave it empty. So when he arrived at the door, the doorman was used to the world, but he was surprised by this vehicle that was obviously a noble private vehicle but did not represent his identity. However, seeing so many guards guarded the carriage vigilantly protecting him around the carriage, he also knew that the identity of the visitor was extraordinary, and he politely placed the gorgeous soft pads that cushions for the ladies next to the carriage.

First of all, two young men in strong suits were taken out of the car. They looked a little out of character on this occasion, but their faces were extremely beautiful, which surprised the doorman and the butler who greeted them. However, the young man in a traditional Tang clan robe who came down immediately made them understand that this was the real host and guest.

"Sir, your famous post?" The middle-aged butler, who was full of aura, seemed particularly calm, showing his generosity but not making people feel distant.

Wufeng nodded secretly. Just by the level of this steward, one can see the demeanor of a master. As the saying goes, a nobleman will have to be at least three generations before he becomes a nobleman. This seems to be true. Wei Zhongxing was a veteran of the court in the empire for more than 20 years, and he was also from a gentry. He has considerable achievements in literature and calligraphy and painting. Even any steward is so unusual.

"Li Wufeng." He spit out three words gently, and Wufeng signaled Song Tianxiong to hand over his famous post. The three words "Li Wufeng" written by him on a very ordinary Huzhou fine paper seemed particularly simple and even a little ugly.

But it was precisely this famous post made by Wufeng himself at a rare art black market auction of 600,000 imperial gold coins at a sky-high price of 600,000 yuan, and was bought by an unknown wealthy businessman. The reason why this famous post appeared at the black market auction is said to be a thief sneaking into the old house of the Wei family and stealing it out. At first, the thief did not know the preciousness of this thing, and sold it to a calligraphy and painting merchant at an extremely low price. The calligraphy and painting merchant was as if he had obtained a treasure and was ready to pass it on as a family treasure from generation to generation, but unfortunately it was only passed down to the third generation family and was sent to the black market auction house by unfilial descendants. It also solved the life of the family for several lifetimes and saved a large family.

"Oh, Lord Li is here. My master has been waiting for a long time. Please." Although he was a little shocked, his tone was still neither humble nor arrogant, fully demonstrating the good quality of the middle-aged housekeeper.

The middle-aged butler waved his hand gently, and a servant trotted in front of him, took the post and ran into the gate and handed it to the door officer. At the same time, his right hand led the way with a quick step, leading the way for Wufeng.

"Duke Li Wufeng, the military and political governor of the Northwest County of the Empire and the governor of the Northern Luzon region, is here!" After a brief glance at the post in his hand, the melodious and thick voice of the door officer sounded in the warm and spacious hall.

Hundreds of eyes were frozen on the purple-red golden velvet curtain in an instant. As the curtain was opened, Li Wufeng, dressed in Tang suit, stalking in wide open. Wufeng, who was used to the big scenes, was far from comparable to before, fully demonstrating his good adaptability. He had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a simple hairpin with an ancient shape was inserted on the jade crown. He was wearing a well-fitting oily brocade Tang suit gown, an embroidered ribbon around his waist, and a milky white jade pendant hung on it. Everything seemed so natural and graceful.

After a moment of scanning everyone in the hall, the happy smile seemed to infect everyone in the hall. The atmosphere that was originally frozen at that moment returned to its original state, and Wufeng naturally integrated into the hall without any obstacles.

"Mr. Li, why did you arrive? Could it be that you are blaming me, the old man, for not coming to the door to welcome you?" The first of the gentry who came forward was naturally Duke Wei Zhongxing, the host of the banquet. The few people behind him looked very human in their clothes, and they revealed a strong sense of bookishness.

"Mr. Wei, you can kill the younger generation if you say this. You are just a young man. You are so flattered to be lucky enough to attend the banquet at the mansion. How dare you do your best?" Li Wufeng was sincere and bowed repeatedly to express his apology.

"Boy, I haven't seen you for a few years. Your mouth is getting better and better as you learn." A familiar voice came from behind Wei Zhongxing.

As soon as these words were spoken, many people around him looked at him. Who was so arrogant and bold that he dared to speak like this in front of the Duke who held the military and political power of His Majesty the Emperor's heroic man in his hands? Who else can there be except President Williams?

"Sir, you can do it. Can you stop sucking my old friend? The student is here to salute you." Wufeng's cheerful laughter infected many people around him. Seeing that this young man, who was called the King of Northwest by some people in China, was so funny and generous, the few people standing behind Wei Zhongxing smiled.

"Come on, Lord Li, I will introduce some friends to you. I think although Lord is a native of the imperial capital, he has been in the military for a long time. I am afraid that there are still many celebrities in our imperial capital. You may not know you?" Wei Zhongxing smiled and pulled Wufeng's hand, "Director Williams, don't need me to introduce him. This is Mr. Ju Zhen, the president of Imperial University."

The old man with white hair and rosy hair in front of him was Ju Zhen, a famous master from all over the world. Wufeng quickly stepped forward and held the other party's hands according to the etiquette of the Tang people and said, "I have heard of Mr.'s name for a long time. It is a blessing for me to see him today."

These words come from the heart. Although Ju Zhen is not from a gentry, no one in the empire can match his literary and historical achievements. Even famous scholars from various countries in the Western Continent often come thousands of miles to ask for advice, winning great honors for the empire in the academic community.

"Mr. Li is so polite. His reputation is so famous on the mainland. His achievements are comparable to General Cao Cao of the previous dynasty. He is a role model for young people in our dynasty. I wonder if you have read the newspapers for the past two days. The evaluation of the adults is well deserved." The white-haired old man smiled and patted Wufeng's shoulder intimately, "If I have a granddaughter, she must marry a young hero like the adults. I heard that His Majesty the Emperor is very concerned about the adults' marriage. I wonder which family is lucky enough to get such a good son-in-law as Lord Li?"

The second sentence of the white-haired old man immediately attracted the attention of many people around him, especially some people who were interested even raised their ears and wanted to wait for Wufeng's answer.

"You are too proud of Mr. Ju. How can Li Wufeng afford to praise you like this? I am deeply ashamed. As for the marriage, I have never considered it. When asked about this last incident, His Majesty the Emperor asked about this, he was just considering that I have been guarding the border for many years and caring for my subordinates. I cannot be true, and I cannot be true." Wufeng dispelled and dissolved the storm that Ju Zhen's words might cause.

"Yes, Lord Li is still young, and there is still time to arrange these things. However, Lord Li must have a good rest in the imperial capital for a while, so that the famous ladies and ladies in the imperial capital have more opportunities to meet you, don't you?" The middle-aged man next to Ju Zhen continued to speak and relaxed Wufeng's cheeks. Although the man had dark skin, he was extraordinary and had a kind of elegant style in every move.

"Is this Lord Li not familiar with me? My fellow countryman, Mr. Quan Shunnan, the owner of the famous Fenghua Poetry Garden in the imperial capital." Wei Zhongxing saw Wufeng's eyes falling on the middle-aged man, and quickly introduced.

"Oh? But is the Fenghua Poetry Garden known as the "Fenghua Poetry Garden, Peerless Beauty"?" Wu Feng was also stunned when he heard this.

This Fenghua Poetry Garden was originally just a folk literature group in the imperial capital, and it was not originally a big deal. However, since the genius poet Bai Mu appeared in the Poetry Garden fifty years ago, he traveled through famous mountains and rivers throughout his life and wrote countless popular and moving poems. Not only were people from all over the Eastern Continent scrambled to recite, but even in many places in the Central Continent and Western Continent, it was translated into Tianfang and Lanya and widely circulated. In the Japanese, there was even a saying that Bai Mu was not familiar with him, so he was not worthy of being a scholar, and was worshipped by scholars among the Japanese.

Du Bin, a famous contemporary literary critic, once made a classic line to comment on Bai Mu: "The pen is shocked by the wind and rain, and the poem is inspired by ghosts and gods." Bai Mu's influence can be seen from this, and Fenghua Poetry Garden has since become a holy place for Chinese literati and poets in the upper class of the empire, and the nobles in the imperial capital have also been proud of studying Fenghua Poetry Garden.

"Your Madam has you heard of the famous name of my garden?" The middle-aged man smiled and said. When he smiled, he had a unique charm of mature men. Even Wu Feng, who had seen a lot of people, secretly praised him. "It seems that the rumors in the upper class of the imperial capital are wise and courageous, both civil and military, are indeed a hero in our dynasty. It is no wonder that the children of our society admire him."

"Bo Ming? Mr. Quan is too modest. If this Fenghua Poetry Garden can only be called Bo Ming, no one in the world will dare to be a scholar." Wufeng laughed loudly, "As for how serious Li Wufeng is, I know that Mr. Don't praise him too much, it will be painful when he falls down."

"Sir, are joking." The middle-aged man smiled and continued, naturally stretched out his hand and held Wufeng's outstretched hand together. "Happy, I'm happy to know you. If you have the opportunity to invite me to take a walk, the disciples of my garden will be looking forward to it."

"It must be sure. It is a privilege for Li to be a guest at Fenghua Poetry Garden. After the days of the stay, he will definitely visit the sir." Wufeng said hurriedly.

Next, Wei Zhongxing introduced several famous people from the cultural and artistic circles of the imperial capital to Wufeng. Wufeng greeted each other, and his modest and polite style made these people very satisfied.

"The three princesses, Li Qingke, Li Qingshi, and Li Qingyun, are here!" When the door official's deep voice sounded again, hundreds of pairs of eyes in the hall once again focused their eyes on the purple-red velvet curtain.

Wufeng is no exception. He has long heard that the king of Yuejing Kingdom, Li Deguang, was cowardly and incompetent, but he had several beautiful daughters with a natural appearance. Not only was he so handsome, but he also had a very high talent in poetry and essays. Even the poems of the Empire were highly praised by everyone.
Chapter completed!