Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team
Chapter 200: The Bleeding Eagle Case, Li Guinian, the Music Master of the Tang Dynasty
Yufeng Pavilion outside Chang'an City.
It was built thirty years ago and is considered a gathering place for scholars and officials. Most of the gatherings of young talents in Chang'an City would be held in Yufeng Pavilion.
Three days ago, Yufeng Pavilion was reserved by Zhang Yuan, the grandson of Zhang Jianzhi, the prime minister of the current dynasty. Zhang Yuan sent out invitations to all the famous young talents in Chang'an City to attend the banquet.
Of course, the most famous young talents in Chang'an City now are Li Cunxi, the heir of the Li family, the descendant of exiles, the sixth rank lower minister of the Council, and Wu Yanhao, the legitimate son of the King of Wei and the eighth rank upper minister of the Court.
Zhang Yuan mainly invited Li Cunxi and Wu Yanhao this time, and most of the remaining young talents were just there to accompany him.
Of course, if Pei Junxian, who became the Minister of Taifu Temple at the age of only eleven, were still alive, the young genius Pei Junxian would most likely be present at this banquet.
When the Spring Equinox arrived, the young talents in Chang'an City who were invited would gather in groups of three or five and go out of the west gate together to the Fengyu Pavilion.
After everything was packed up, Li Cunxi also left Di's house. Ma Rong had been waiting outside in a carriage for a long time.
"Go to the Prince of Wei's mansion first, pick up Yan Hao, and go together."
"Yes, son."
Chang'an was still as busy as before, probably because of the relocation of the capital, many merchants had already made preparations for the transfer. Along the way, I saw countless aristocratic families carrying large and small bags, sitting in carriages out of the east gate and heading towards Luoyang.
The matter of moving the capital will be completely completed in another month. Now that the capital has been moved to Luoyang, how far can the bleeding eagle be?
……
Henan Prefecture.
On a remote path, a knight riding a fine horse holding a gilded spear with phoenix wings was chasing a middle-aged man riding a fine horse.
The middle-aged man leaned on the horse's back, with an anxious look in his eyes. The knight behind him rode closer and the distance between the two horses was getting closer.
The middle-aged man in front gritted his teeth and drew the sword from his waist. The sword was the standard sword of the internal guards, issued in a standard manner, and now it appeared in the hands of this middle-aged man.
He clenched the knife in his hand, his eyes were red. The end of the path was not far ahead. If he rushed out, there would be a wide official road. The knights behind him sped up, obviously not wanting the middle-aged man to rush out. However, it was too late.
The middle-aged man rushed out of the path holding a knife, and the horse's front hooves stepped on the official road of Henan Prefecture, and then continued to gallop wildly.
Wang Zhiyuan, the national teacher, was sitting in a carriage on the official road when he suddenly heard a noisy noise outside. He opened the curtain and saw a middle-aged man lying on a fine horse with an expression of surviving a disaster on his face. There were shadowy figures in the dense forest, and it seemed that something flashed by. The guards protecting Wang Zhiyuan, the national teacher, formed a defensive formation, fearing that the middle-aged man was an assassin.
"Who are you? Tell me your name!" the captain of the guards roared.
"Inner Guard Office, Gao Lan, I have something important to report to the Imperial Master. Those anti-military forces are not actually..."
The middle-aged man seemed to have lost his strength and fainted on the horse's back.
An arrow shot out from the forest and hit the middle-aged man's head, piercing through his skull and nailing the horse to death on the official road.
The captain of the guards ordered his men to take precautions while at the same time he sent dozens of guards to search the forest.
However, after searching for half an hour, there was not even a shred of information, except for two rows of distinct horseshoe prints on the ground.
"He just said he was Gao Lan from the Inner Guard? It looks like something went wrong at the Inner Guard. We need to report it to His Majesty immediately."
The captain of the guards frowned, left a few people to guard the place, and then took the national teacher Wang Zhiyuan to quickly leave this place of trouble.
At this moment, at Yufeng Pavilion outside Chang'an City.
This is called a pavilion, but it is a large gathering place that covers an area larger than Liujiazhuang, and quite a few people have arrived here now.
After meeting this group of so-called young talents, Li Cunxi and Wu Yanhao lost interest and decisively found a small table to sit opposite each other and drink.
Most of the participants were in their twenties, and there were only two people under the age of twenty. They spoke in sobering terms and mentioned officialdom in such a way that they fawned over others. It was hard for Li Cunxi and Wu Yanhao to keep in touch with these people.
There is no need to please them. They both have a bright future. There is no point in pleasing these people.
"By the way, did you know these people before?" Li Cunxi was drinking and felt bored, so he had to talk to Wu Yanhao.
"I know those few. Look, that Yao Hong, grandson of the Minister of War Yao Chong." Wu Yanhao pointed at Yao Hong who was sitting alone drinking, "And that Li Guinian over there, grandson of Li Huaiyuan, the Minister of Zhaojun Li family."
Li Cunxi's eyes swept from Yao Hong and Li Guinian, and finally he remembered Li Guinian.
Li Guinian was called the Music Saint of the Tang Dynasty by later generations. He was said to be a very awesome person, but unfortunately he died of depression in the end.
"I only know these two. I have no impression of the rest. They are called young talents, but in fact they are just flattering each other. There are only a few who are actually officials. You are the best among them."
Wu Yanhao filled his own glass, held the glass in front of Li Guinian, raised his glass and said, "Brother Guinian, long time no see."
Li Guinian was feeling unhappy when he suddenly saw a man standing in front of him. He raised his head and looked over: "It turns out to be the official. My apologies."
"Brother Guinian is here alone, how about we have a drink together?"
"Then it's annoying."
"Brother Guinian, I don't need to introduce this person to you, right?" Wu Yanhao brought Li Guinian over and smiled at Li Cunxi.
"I know you are the most famous person in Chang'an in recent months." Li Guinian bowed and said, "Greetings, Lord Li."
Li Cunxi laughed dryly twice, stood up, and returned the greeting: "Brother Li, you are so polite."
Li Guinian sat down, with a meaningful look between his brows. He had been depressed for a long time. His father and grandfather were both officials, but he was unwilling to get involved in officialdom.
His father was Li Jingbo, the Imperial Counselor, and his grandfather was Li Huaiyuan, the Imperial Attendant. Coming from such a family, it would be unreasonable for him not to become an official.
However, he loves music so much that he still doesn't want to be an official.
"Brother Guinian, why do you look so embarrassed?" Wu Yanhao asked with a smile.
"My father wants me to serve as an official in the imperial court and take the imperial examination, but how can I be an official? Haha, oh, I feel sad, but I don't know who to talk to."
Li Guinian sighed deeply and hummed unconsciously. He was singing Qin music, but there was only the tune, no lyrics.
Inside the noisy and bustling Yufeng Pavilion, young talents were reciting poems and composing couplets to express their literary talent. The noise was endless. One young man was using poetry to express his frustrated emotions, which drew cheers from everyone.
The young men from each family quarreled and threw away the etiquette of the past day into the wine.
Li Cunxi raised his glass and said, "This is the most boring party I've ever attended."
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