The emperor faked his death? Never mind, I will ascend the throne directly!

Three days later, Xijing Luodu.

Li Chengfeng stood in front of the car, looking at the magnificent city in front of him, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

The towering city walls are majestic and majestic, like a giant dragon, guarding the peace of the people in the city.

On the city gate tower, the two large gold-plated characters "Luodu" sparkle in the sun, demonstrating the majesty and prosperity of this thousand-year-old ancient city.

The streets were crowded with people, and the cries of vendors, the laughter of children, and the ringing of carriage bells intertwined to form a noisy symphony of the city.

There are all kinds of shops lined up one after another, and the dazzling array of goods is dazzling.

The colorful silks from the silk shop sway gracefully in the wind, the tempting aroma of wine wafts from the tavern, and the melodious sound of the piano comes from the teahouse, sketching out a beautiful picture of a prosperous and flourishing era.

"This is Daqian's Xijing, it really lives up to its reputation."

Li Chengfeng looked at the lively scene before him and could not help but exclaim in admiration.

"Daqian is a vast territory with beautiful mountains and rivers. I...sooner or later I will visit all of it."

"Young Master has lived in the deep palace for a long time, so he has his gains and losses." Song Yuwei was riding a horse, walking side by side with Li Chengfeng. Upon hearing this, she chuckled, and a hint of ridicule flashed between her eyebrows.

"Now I have the opportunity to go out and see the world, which can make up for my regrets."

Chen Tieniu followed behind the two of them, looking at the towering city walls in front of him, his eyes also full of shock.

"This city wall is too high! If we use it to store food, how many people can it feed?"

As soon as he said this, Li Chengfeng and Song Yuwei couldn't help laughing.

Li Chengfeng looked helpless, turned around and said with a smile: "Tie Niu, this city wall is used to defend against foreign enemies, not to store grain."

"Your idea is really... unique!"

Chen Tieniu scratched his head and chuckled, "You are right, sir. I was just mistaking my thinking."

Li Chengfeng and his group followed the crowd in. Chen Tieniu looked around curiously and exclaimed from time to time.

He followed Li Chengfeng closely, afraid of getting lost in the crowd. His huge body was like a wall, blocking the way of many people and causing waves of complaints.

Chen Tieniu's excited voice stood out in the noisy environment.

The group walked through the crowded streets, with shops lining both sides and the sounds of hawking being heard everywhere.

The silk shop's proprietress flirts with customers, the aroma of rouge fills the air, and steam rises from the bun shop's steamers...

A prosperous scene.

However, behind the prosperity...

In a noisy crowd, several ragged beggars huddled on the ground, shivering.

A burly soldier, holding a stick, was beating an old beggar repeatedly, cursing: "Old man, how dare you steal! You are tired of living!"

The old beggar was beaten to pieces, but he dared not say a word. He just held his head and groaned softly.

Seeing this, another young beggar mustered up his courage, crawled to the soldier's feet, and begged, "Sir, please spare our lives! We are so hungry that we have resorted to this desperate measure."

The soldier kicked the young beggar away and spat, "Are you starving? If you're starving, go die! Don't be an eyesore here!"

He turned to the other soldiers and said, "Brothers, beat them up! These beggars don't know the rules unless they are taught a lesson!"

Several other soldiers also started shouting, raised their sticks and beat the beggars.

Most of the passersby around were wealthy people in fancy clothes, but they turned a blind eye to the scene before them. Some even showed expressions of disgust and walked away quickly.

A gorgeously dressed woman covered her child's eyes and hurried past, muttering, "Bad luck! Bad luck!"

Li Chengfeng was furious and was about to step forward to stop it, but was stopped by Song Yuwei.

"Sir, no!"

Song Yuwei advised in a low voice, "This is the territory of the King of Pingxi. You have a special status. If you act rashly, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble."

Li Chengfeng took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

He understood Song Yuwei's concerns. His current identity was sensitive, so he had to act with caution.

Li Chengfeng turned to look at Song Yuwei, his eyes filled with helplessness, "Daqian may appear prosperous on the surface, but it's already rotten on the inside!"

Song Yuwei sighed softly, a trace of regret flashing in her eyes, "Young Master, what you said is absolutely right, but all we can do now is to endure."

Li Chengfeng looked at the beggars who were being bullied, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

"The rich have wine and meat, but the poor are freezing to death on the streets." He chanted in a low voice, his voice full of sadness and helplessness.

……

The setting sun dyed the eaves of Luodu City red.

Li Chengfeng and his group found a place to stay called "Yue Lai Inn".

The decoration of the inn is simple and elegant, which is in line with Li Chengfeng's low-key style.

"Sir, this inn looks great! It's much better than the shady place we stayed in last time!"

Chen Tieniu said in a muffled voice, still feeling scared when he recalled the last time he was ripped off when staying in a hotel.

Li Chengfeng smiled faintly and did not respond.

After arranging the room, Li Chengfeng specifically requested a private room on the top floor.

Standing in front of the window, you can overlook the entire Luodu City and observe what is happening.

Song Yuwei lived next door with the maid, making it easier to take care of her.

As the night deepened, the inn gradually became quiet.

Li Chengfeng, however, was not sleepy at all. He sat by the window, playing with a jade pendant in his hand, his mind full of thoughts.

The entrance to Qingshan Garden, where the Luodu Poetry Festival is held.

The vermilion lacquered door was tightly closed, exuding a solemn air.

Tonight, the literati and scholars of Luodu gathered here to hold the annual poetry meeting.

At some point, Li Chengfeng arrived quietly.

This time he came here just to take a look in advance at what the Luodu Poetry Festival, which brought together talented people from all over the world, looked like!

Li Chengfeng straightened his clothes and walked straight to the entrance.

"stop!"

Two guards blocked Li Chengfeng's way. One of them, a burly man with a face full of flesh, asked in a muffled voice, "Where's the admission pass?"

Li Chengfeng was stunned. Admission pass? He didn't have any admission pass.

Seeing Li Chengfeng standing there in a daze, the burly man sneered, his eyes filled with disdain: "Another poor scholar trying to sneak in! Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? What kind of place is Qingshan Garden? How can someone like you enter?"

Li Chengfeng frowned slightly. The guard's attitude was a bit too arrogant.

Another tall and thin guard added sarcastically, "Let me tell you, if you want to enter Qingshan Garden now, you either have to be from a prominent family or be a successful candidate. You're neither, so you'd better get out!"

Li Chengfeng glanced at the two of them and said calmly, "I remember that in the past poetry gatherings, anyone with talent and virtue could participate."

The sturdy man curled his lips in disdain: "The past is the past, and the present is the present! Do you understand?"