No matter if you are a human or an immortal, you can still farm for me after traveling through time!

This hall should be a reception room, and it is decorated in a very elegant and simple style.

A maid in green brought up a set of gold and silver cups. In the cups was the woman's favorite yellow fragrant tea. The tea had a unique floral and fruity aroma, with a hint of sweetness, and was very sweet and refreshing.

Li Sanlang calmly picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and waited quietly for Miss Lu to explain the reason.

"All of you step back and guard outside. Don't let anyone get close."

"Yes."

Soon, Lu Lu and Li Sanlang were the only ones left in the reception room.

"Please rest assured, Young Master Li. I only came here to talk to you about some trivial matters, to repay your brother Yu Shandan for saving me."

Li Sanlang immediately realized that Miss Lu's words were intended to help him conceal Brother Ji's affairs, so he followed her words and said, "Miss, just say it casually, I will listen to it."

"After the scroll was lost, I asked someone to investigate the identity of the monk Bai Qingshan. I never thought that this unknown monk was from the Yuchi family." Lu Lu put down the cup and looked down at the young man below with lowered brows.

On some days after returning to Chang'an from Shandan, for some reason she would occasionally recall the days when she lived in Lijia Village and the scene when her cousin angrily complained to her about the scroll. She remembered that the painter was a monk named "Bai Qingshan Monk".

At that time, she was just thinking about it and did not have any doubts. Until the painting in the secret room was lost for no reason, she immediately remembered the painting that Li Jia Erlang was carrying on his back. It was also a painting by the monk Bai Qingshan.

At this moment, she was unusually interested and suspicious: What was the identity of the monk Bai Qingshan? Was there any connection between the two paintings?

The result surprised her!!

The monk Bai Qingshan turned out to be the Duke who inherited the title of Duke three hundred years ago!

"This makes sense. Why do the Yuchi clan, though they don't believe in Buddhism, go to Fu'an Temple to worship Buddha every year?"

"I saw a detailed record written by this old Duke in the notes he left behind. He became a monk at the age of fifteen, practiced in Fu'an Temple for five years, and then traveled to various places in Dali. After that, he traveled to neighboring countries as the abbot of Baiqingshan Temple, going west to Daqin, south to India, and east to Fusang..." Lu Lu glanced at Li Sanlang and saw that his eyes were full of doubts, as if he was asking her where the notes came from.

"My father and the Duke were very close. Knowing that I was a Buddhist, the Duke offered to lend me some of his Buddhist scrolls and scriptures when I asked him if he had left any books behind. This notebook was among them."

Regarding the following content, Lu Lu said seriously, "The notes also state that he once created five paintings and calligraphy while posing as a monk at Baiqing Mountain. He called these five paintings the 'Five Prajna'. Prajna means wisdom in Buddhist terms. The old Duke realized five levels of wisdom while admiring the beauty of various places. Each time he had an epiphany, he created a painting and left it in the local area. The last painting was completed before the Duke returned to Baiqing Mountain Temple and passed away. The other four paintings are nowhere to be found."

Li Sanlang sat upright, sometimes listening with his ears tilted and sometimes thinking with his brows lowered.

"Apart from your second brother's painting and the one that should be in the mansion, the whereabouts of the other two are unknown."

"Do you know where the remaining one is?"

Lu Lu curled her lips, her tense posture slowly relaxing as she leaned back gently. "Just now, you looked like you didn't care at all about the two scrolls being missing."

Li Sanlang was silent. Miss Lu was not an ordinary person. She was very good at observing people's words and expressions. There was even a hint of temptation in what she said.

I can't hide it any longer, so I just don't hide it anymore.

Li Sanlang chose to be frank: "When my second brother went to the south of the Yangtze River, he found a scroll and a copy of calligraphy. The scroll is destroyed, but the copy remains."

After receiving the answer, Lu Lu nodded. "The old Duke wrote in his notes that the last painting should be taken with him. So I guess the last painting should be sent to Chang'an with the old Duke's coffin and buried with the old Duke's relics in the underground palace of the pagoda."

!!!

The last painting was taken into the tomb tower?!

Li Sanlang's calm expression suddenly broke, and he seemed to be a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"Don't worry." Lu Lu picked up the teacup and took a sip. "There will be a way. You should think about the answer first."

……

On the other side, Mo Qingyuan, who had been wandering in the garden for a long time, finally saw the lilac he was looking for in an inconspicuous corner.

Without bothering to wipe the sweat off his face, he quickly went into the flowers and gently picked a bunch of lilacs.

The lilac fell into the flower bag, and this flower hunting was half successful.

I wonder if Shi Ze is doing well.

When he hurried back to the garden entrance, he saw Li Sanlang standing in front of the moon-shaped gate with a whole peony in his arms. It seemed that he had been waiting for a while.

The roots of peonies are lovingly wrapped with a handkerchief to prevent the soil on the roots from falling off and causing the flowers to lose vitality.

"Shi Ze, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Li Sanlang smiled and shook his head: "I just found it too. It took a lot of time just to solve the puzzle."

Mo Qingyuan nodded in agreement.

He was sure that Miss Lu was making things difficult for the two of them!

The two men did not see Miss Lu, so they had to say goodbye to the maid and then rushed to Pingkangfang.

The picked flowers should be given to the real "delicate flowers", and there are many delicate flowers in Pingkangfang.

"Shi Ze, how did you figure out that the answer to the riddle is peony?"

Li Sanlang took out his sack, put the peony into it, and then carried the sack on his chest.

"Think it again and again, and you get two thoughts. Twenty is twenty, twenty-twenty, twenty is written as 艹, and you get two 艹." Li Sanlang wrote the word "艹" on his palm. "Combining it with the word after the word, you get peony."

"That's right." Mo Qingyuan turned around and showed him the flowers in the bag. "My riddle is: 'One child is glorious.' The one child is 'ding,' meaning lilac! The riddle isn't difficult, the hard part is finding the flowers!"

He walked all over the garden but couldn't find any trace of Lilac. The annoying thing was that the maid in the garden seemed to have received orders and didn't give any warning at all, leaving him to search for her bit by bit.

Mo Qingyuan thought that Li Sanlang was also treated like this. He was already riding on the horse and could not see Li Sanlang's expression, so naturally he could not see Li Sanlang's slightly guilty look.

Li Sanlang thought of the answer to the riddle without much effort. The moment he said the answer, Lu Lu called a maid in, and the maid was holding the answer to the riddle, peony, in her arms.

After taking the peony, the maid led him to the moon-shaped gate. After waiting for a while, Mo Qingyuan came over.

He couldn't tell Mo Qingyuan: Brother Yuan, the reason why you can't find Dingxiang is because Miss Lu did it on purpose.

Pingkangfang is the final destination of the Tanhua envoy, and many people were waiting here early for the two of them.

Naturally, Li Sanlang and Mo Qingyuan won this competition!

They received the most varieties of flowers and plants, and their poems were widely praised!

Mo Qingyuan handed the flowers and plants in the flower bag to everyone and asked them to give them to the beauties in Pingkangfang.

"Shi Ze, aren't you going?"

The activities of the Tanhua Envoy have ended here, and everyone can go wherever they want from now on.

Most people stayed in Pingkangfang under the pretext of competing for the title of Tanhua, while a small number of people were exhausted after a day of brainstorming and just wanted to return to their residence to rest.

Among them are Li Sanlang and Mo Qingyuan.

Mo Qingyuan sent the flower bag away and decided not to participate in the subsequent carnival. Seeing that Li Sanlang was not going, he just asked a routine question.

"After a day of running on horseback, my legs are aching. I just want to go back and rest."

The two men rode their horses and slowly walked out of Pingkangfang.

Pingkangfang looks like an ordinary dining place during the day, but it changes into a different look at night, constantly emitting charming fragrance and looking alluring like a seductive vixen, firmly attracting visiting guests and making them unable to escape.

He has neither the money nor the time to play around in this den of brothel.

Mo Qingyuan came from a wealthy family and rented a small house in Banzhengfang in the northwest, where he lived with his servants and book boy.

Banzhengfang is home to many Taoist temples and is a quiet place for study. Many candidates choose to stay here for the sake of quietness.

Li Sanlang rode his horse to send the man to the door of his house. Mo Qingyuan looked at him and invited him in for tea again.

"No, the weather is not right now, and my brother is waiting for me at home."

"Brother? Are you talking about that Hu man brother?"

"Exactly."

Mo Qingyuan nodded. "Shi Ze, didn't you say that your brother is very interested in Lingnan? Could you please invite me to your house tomorrow? If I stay at home, the constant stream of visitors will give me a headache and I won't be able to rest for a moment!"

Li Sanlang: "I'll go back and ask my brother first. If he agrees, I'll send someone to deliver the invitation to you immediately, and it will be delivered before the market closes."

"Alright! If your brother agrees, he must send me the invitation!"

After leaving Banzhengfang, Li Sanlang headed south and returned to Yongpingfang where his shop was located.

Yongpingfang is considered a suburb in Chang'an. If Ji Qingyue had not opened a shop selling peony seeds, no noble person would come here.

Ji Qingyue had returned from Princess Yong'an's mansion and was sleeping upstairs.

Hearing someone coming upstairs, Ji Qingyue woke up in a daze. He had drunk a lot of wine at the banquet today and his head was a little dizzy.

"Brother Ji, did you drink the hangover soup?"

"I drank it. The Grand Princess sent some hangover soup, and I drank it before leaving."

While Ji Qingyue was still awake, Li Sanlang quickly told him about Mo Qingyuan's visit. Ji Qingyue nodded in agreement, then felt dizzy and fell asleep.

Li Sanlang covered the person with a quilt, walked to the table and quickly wrote a note, then quietly left the study holding Shaoyao.

He recruited a "freeloader" on the road, gave him twenty or thirty coins as errand fees, and asked him to help deliver the business card to the residence of the top scholar in Banzhengfang.

The man set off immediately after noting the address.

A idler is someone who helps run errands. There are indeed many employment opportunities in big cities. Even delivering mail and buying meals are done by people. The disadvantage is that the cost is expensive.

Li Sanlang closed the door, looked at the peony on the ground, and sighed deeply.

This flower needs to be transplanted into the ground quickly.

Li Sanlang found an empty space in the flower bed, dug a hole, and planted the peony.

Today, Miss Lu not only told him the whereabouts of the last painting, but also gave him some things.

Li Sanlang touched the things in his chest pocket, hoping that Brother Ji would not scold him for his self-willed behavior.

He always felt that Brother Ji’s anger was more terrifying than his second brother’s anger.

At night, Ji Qingyue woke up in a daze. There was an oil lamp lit in the study, emitting a faint light.

There was a casserole on the table, and next to it was a plate filled with pickles.

Ji Qingyue held his head and stood up. He didn't expect that the seemingly harmless alcohol would have such a strong effect. When he woke up, it was dark.

After struggling to get up and pouring himself a glass of water, Ji Qingyue peeked out the window. The streets after the market closed were pitch black and deserted, with only guards on patrol walking by with torches in hand.

After closing the window, he went to open the study door to see if Li Sanlang was asleep, but was surprised to find that the light in the bedroom opposite was still on.

"Sanlang?" He called softly tentatively, and Li Sanlang immediately responded, "Brother Ji, I'm not asleep yet."

After he finished speaking, the bedroom door across from him opened. Li Sanlang came out, a book in his hand. "I have a pot on the table with rice porridge cooking in it. Brother Ji, have you seen it?"

"I see, I see. I'll drink it later. Sanlang, do you know what time it is now?"

The night watchman would remind the time every hour, but no one reminded him, so Ji Qingyue had no idea what time it was.

"It's past the second watch."

The second watch is at nine o'clock in the evening. The night watchman will knock on the clappers and shout "Close the windows and doors to prevent theft."

"Oh." It was still early.

Ji Qingyue turned around and went back to his room, intending to drink some porridge to fill his stomach. Although there were many dishes at the banquet, most of the time they were just drinking.

Li Sanlang followed in obediently, looking like he had something to say.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

The porridge was already cold, so Ji Qingyue simply picked up the clay pot and used it as a bowl, taking a mouthful of rice porridge and a bite of pickles.

……

"What!!"

After hearing what Li Sanlang said, Ji Qingyue almost dropped the casserole in his hand!

I don't know whether I was shocked or angry.

At the same time, more than 2,000 miles away in Shandan, Li Erlang ended his short vacation, said goodbye to his family, and returned to Ganzhou overnight.

After three years of suppressing bandits by persuading them to surrender and strangling them, under the policy of "sweet dates and big sticks", there are fewer and fewer bandits hiding in the mountains. Those who can come out and start a new life have come out. Who would be willing to hide in the mountains and make a living secretly?

Lord Hong has been serving as the magistrate of Shandan County for three years now. When his term expires next year, he will go to the provincial capital for an assessment, and if he passes, he will be promoted.

In three years, Lord Hong had the mountain list organized in perfect order.

Thanks to Ji Qingyue's help, Hong Yu has two beautiful red dots on his political achievements: cotton and Feihong Bridge.

Now that cotton has established a firm foothold in Shandan, it has begun to expand outward.

Some forces that wanted to take the cotton for themselves were suppressed by Hong Yu and given a severe whip.

His identity as a county magistrate had become a bottleneck in his promotion of cotton, and he had to move up in order to deliver cotton to more people farther away.

Today, the emperor once again vigorously promotes the policies implemented by Emperor Hui: recruiting talents and inventing new things.

Regardless of the field of innovation and invention, as long as it is proven to be useful, not only will there be material rewards, but major inventors will also receive spiritual rewards! !

Reward money and gifts, promote officials to higher positions and titles, issue imperial edicts to commend and erect monuments to commemorate the achievements!

Some people may disdain gold, silver, and vulgar things, or official positions, but few can resist the temptation of erecting a monument and being recorded in history books!

Under the strong incentive mechanism, a small wave of technological innovation has been triggered in society!

These are what Ji Qingyue likes to see.