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

Seeing this scene, the whole audience suddenly fell silent and you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared with eyes wide open and mouths slightly open, looking at what was happening in front of them in disbelief.

Liu Xu, who was so arrogant and domineering just now, now stood there dejectedly like a defeated rooster.

Young Marquis, apologize to a stranger!

This realization was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's hearts.

The onlookers were stunned for a few seconds, and then they started buzzing with discussions like ants in a pot of boiling water.

"Did I hear correctly? The young marquis actually apologized to a commoner?"

A short and fat vendor rubbed his ears, unable to believe what he heard.

"I've never seen anything like this before! Who on earth is this kid? How could he make the young marquis bow his head?"

"Isn't it some kind of witchcraft?"

"I think it's likely that the young marquis has a change of heart!"

The yamen runners looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never seen such a scene before and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

"How would I know!"

Liu Xu glared at the group of lackeys fiercely and said unhappily, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen me correct my mistakes?"

After saying this, he shook his sleeves, ignored everyone's gazes, and left the yamen in disgrace.

Liu Feng smiled and bowed to Li Chengfeng: "Brother Li, I'll be waiting for you at Qingshan Garden for the poetry gathering tonight. See you there."

Li Chengfeng also bowed in return: "I will definitely be there."

After Liu Feng left, Song Yuwei walked over to Li Chengfeng, her eyes filled with astonishment. "I never thought you could make the young marquis admit his fault. It's truly... impressive!"

Li Chengfeng smiled faintly: "It's just a little trick."

Song Yuwei looked at Li Chengfeng and secretly sighed in her heart: This little emperor has changed so much that he has dealt with the young marquis with just one conspiracy.

Could it be that in the past few years, we have been pretending to be crazy and stupid to protect ourselves?

Li Chengfeng was just about to leave with Song Yuwei when a burst of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

I saw a figure like an iron tower pushing through the crowd and rushing towards me like a battering ram.

As they got closer, Li Chengfeng rubbed his eyes and finally saw Tiezhu's face clearly.

As soon as the other party saw Li Chengfeng, he grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Sir, are you okay? I'm late!"

Li Chengfeng looked at the crowd of people who were hit and complained, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's okay, the problem is solved, but if you hurry up, they'll be in trouble!"

"Thank you for your help, sir. I cannot express my gratitude enough..."

A middle-aged man came forward, his face full of excitement.

Tiezhu then noticed the middle-aged man beside him. He saw that he was in tattered clothes, but his face was full of admiration for Li Chengfeng.

After a moment of hesitation, he leaned over, nudged the man with his elbow, and said with a wink, "How is it? My young master is amazing, right? Would you consider following him?"

"Eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks is much better than what you get in the casino!"

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands nervously upon hearing this, looking a little embarrassed: "This warrior is joking. How could the young master look down on a low-class casino player like me..."

"That's too much. No one is high or low. As long as one has a skill, it can be put to use."

Li Chengfeng shook his head, patted the man's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I see that you are very good at playing dice. Why don't you follow me and let your talents shine."

"Sir, I am so grateful for thinking so highly of me!"

The middle-aged man was stunned at first, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He obviously didn't expect that Li Chengfeng was actually willing to take him in.

He fell to his knees and said excitedly, "I am alone and have no ties. I am willing to die for you, young master, no matter what!"

Li Chengfeng smiled and helped him up: "No need for that, just call me Young Master from now on. By the way, I still don't know your name, brother?"

"My surname is Zhao, and my given name is Sheng." Zhao Sheng answered respectfully.

"A good name, gamblers, only win, never lose."

Seeing that the matter was over, Li Chengfeng naturally didn't want to meet with King Pingxi.

Amidst the sighing gazes of the crowd, he blended into the crowd and walked towards the inn.

...

A moment later, inside the inn.

Tiezhu and Zhao Sheng were beaming with joy, excitedly discussing their future plans along the way.

Song Yuwei looked at the two of them, then looked at Li Chengfeng, feeling a mixture of emotions in her heart.

This little emperor has completely changed since he ascended the throne.

He used to be cowardly and incompetent, at the mercy of others, but now he has become so calm and wise, with the demeanor of an emperor!

More and more talented people are gathering around him. Tiezhu is a martial arts expert and loyal. Now there is also Zhao Sheng, a master of gambling. In time, this force cannot be underestimated.

Previously, I thought Li Chengfeng was just a puppet supported by He Sheng, the Marquis of Zhenbei, but now it seems that he really has the aura of an emperor!

Perhaps, Li Chengfeng can really turn the tide and revive Daqian!

After returning to the inn, Li Chengfeng ordered the waiter to bring wine and food as a welcome meal for Zhao Sheng.

Tiezhu was already starving, and when he saw the food and wine coming, he immediately turned into a hungry tiger and swept the table like a whirlwind.

Although Zhao Sheng on the side was not as exaggerated as him, he was obviously flattered and ate with relish.

Li Chengfeng couldn't help but shake his head and laugh as he watched the two of them wolfing down their food.

Why are all the people in my team reincarnated as starving ghosts?

...

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Tiezhu burped and asked incoherently, "Master, I, Tiezhu, need to work hard after eating!"

"What are our plans next?"

Hearing Tiezhu speak, Li Chengfeng put down his wine glass and looked out the window.

There were obviously many more soldiers patrolling the streets than before. It was obvious that the drum of grievance had sounded a wake-up call to King Pingxi.

"Now that the long-forgotten drum of injustice has sounded, I guess Liu Zhenshan won't be able to focus all his attention on the poetry meeting..." Li Chengfeng chuckled and understood.

The world situation is currently turbulent, and the King of Pingxi must be particularly concerned about the Luodu Poetry Festival in his own territory, where many talented people are emerging.

The drum of grievance, on the surface, punished the young marquis's arrogance, but in fact it killed two birds with one stone, preventing Liu Zhenshan from focusing on the poetry meeting and making it easier for him to take action.

"Be careful during this time and don't cause any more trouble."

"Don't worry, sir. I understand!" Tiezhu patted his chest and said confidently.

……

As night falls, Qingshan Garden is brightly lit, just like daytime.

The garden is filled with rockery, flowing water, pavilions and towers, which are scattered in an orderly manner, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums.

Song Yuwei stood at the gate of the garden, wearing a light blue Confucian robe, her black and shiny hair was tied up on top of her head, and a few strands of hair hung down beside her cheeks. Although she was dressed like a man, she looked very feminine.

A pair of bright and lively eyes look around like the twinkling stars in the night sky, making people dare not look directly at them. They are like a lotus bud about to bloom, pure and elegant.

Li Chengfeng stood beside her, watching the Confucian scholars coming and going, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This Qingshan Garden is indeed a gathering place for literati and poets!