C27

Chapter 27 - Going to the Hundred Blossom House

When the new voice came out, the corner of Xiao Letian's mouth leaked out a trace of an evil smile. The reaction of the students outside was somewhat unexpected, but it was still acceptable. Xiao Letian was very confident in his own book. He knew that there were only a few ways the ancients could entertain themselves, and he did not even know what a huge information explosion was.

Other than studying the Book of Virtue, scholars nowadays only had time to kill time with books such as "The Western Chamber" and "Golden Bottle Plum". Apart from the rich people's lives, which were considered rich and colorful, most of the low-level scholars' mental lives were actually quite empty. They came and went with a few books, and the people who read them were tired of them.

Now, Xiao Letian had given them a new choice. Furthermore, he was spreading it using a new pattern, which was a serialization. You want to wait until I've finished before you print it? I'm not that stupid because I want to use this kind of funny and knowledgeable novel, using the form of a serial to hook your hearts. Don't look at how fierce you are cursing at me, when the new chapter comes out, you'll be the ones to snatch the most.

Louis heard the roars from outside and suddenly laughed, "I am not sure about your prophecy of the President, but I know that your prophecy of becoming the Master of Western Studies is very likely to succeed. I've read your book and it's amazing... But I have a personal request. Can we avoid some of the things that have happened in the history of our founding? "

Xiao Letian laughed when he heard it. The little disgrace of killing the Indians and enslaving the blacks? Ha ha, this isn't easy to handle. If there aren't any benefits these days, who would care about your face.

Louis looked at Xiao Letian's naughty smile and understood. There was talk about this, but if they wanted to talk about it, they had to rely on their own interests.

"Let's talk about this later. On one hand, I haven't even written about the War of Independence yet. I just want to wait for your domestic intelligence report to come back, but it might not even be able to write about your American affairs. It's not urgent at all …"

These scholars were actually smart enough to bribe the gatekeepers of the Fan family with money. When they found out that Xiao Letian was staying at the Fan Manor and had not gone out at all today, their shouts became even louder.

"Update... Update... Update... We want to see the Mr. Xiao … "

's butler stood outside the study room and lowered his eyebrows as he said unhappily, "Sir, it would be better for you to show off. If you do not go out, these scholars might even smash our gatekeeper's door."

"Knock on the door? I dare them to! Butler, tell them, are they here to fight or to scold me? If he wanted to learn, was there such a forceful method? He claimed that he was a scholar, and that he didn't know how to be polite at all! Where's the invitation? What about the invitation? What's the point of blocking my door? "You go and tell them when I'll meet them and find out what's wrong with them …" With that, Xiao Letian closed the door and continued to speak with Louis.

The steward slapped his thigh and thought to himself, Mr. Xiao is so awesome. There are seventy to eighty scholars outside, and there are even High Scholars. Aren't you trying to make things difficult for me? It's all Literari Star's people out there, and I, a commoner, am reprimanding them?

But when he thought about it later, what was there to be afraid of? Didn't those scholars call me Mr. Xiao? This was akin to putting themselves at a low place. I'll scold them on behalf of Teacher, would they dare bite me?

The butler took a few deep breaths and then walked out of the room.

The door of Fan family finally opened, and the butler came out with a solemn look on his face. Calm … Calm … Mr. Xiao has words for me to pass on.

"You guys are so full of killing intent, do you want to start a war of words or do you want to take action? How did the Mr. Xiao offend you all and make you all gather so many forces? "

The moment the steward opened his mouth, everyone present was stunned. Everyone looked around and thought, yes, they were originally here for advice, but now a group of people had blocked their way. At this time, a young noble walked up and cupped his hands, "My apologies, we were reckless. Please pass on this message to Mr. Xiao, we are not here to cause trouble. We just want to see if Sir will listen to Sir's teachings."

At this time, another young man by his side spoke up: "Butler, this is Han Lin, the cultivator Luo Hao, my son. I am the one walking through the streets of Military Intelligence Service, Wen Xiu, I am Wen Shida, and the people behind me are all famous scholars of the capital, I hope to meet you today, please report this to the Mr. Xiao on behalf of the butler." With that, he took out a small silver horn and stuffed it into the butler's hand.

Fan Manor was, after all, a merchant's home, and the stewards were usually old master's business friends. He had not expected the dignified Shangguan to reward him, scaring him into a thousand fights, not daring to take the silver.

"This lowly one thanks Master Guan for the reward, but Mr. Xiao still has something to say. If you're not here to quarrel, then please take out your card or invitation... Mr. Xiao also said … "And you're saying …" The old butler's face turned red.

Han Lin Luo Hao smiled and said, "It's alright, even if Sir scolds us, it's also our fortune. Butler doesn't need to hesitate …"

The old butler quickly lowered his head and said, "Sir also said that everyone here is a student of the Book of Virtue. This is a gift word that cannot be wasted …" "You've all been shouting at the door for a long time now. Teacher's face won't pass!" At this point, the old steward went all out and whispered, "Ladies and gentlemen, why don't you write an invitation? From what I can see, mister wishes to invite you to treat him …"

"Aiya! "How big a deal do I think it is, muddleheaded …" War machine Zhang Jing Wen Xiu laughed bitterly and slapped her thigh: "Blame us for being too impatient, I will arrange for the White Flower Restaurant to invite Mr. Xiao tonight. "Brother Luo, your calligraphy is the most beautiful, so this invitation is no longer yours …"

Han Lin wrote it himself. Zhang Jing poured water and grinded it. Soon, an extremely respectful invitation was handed over to the butler, who quickly ran into the inner chamber with the invitation in his hand.

The Paleogene's invitation card was only given to prepare the feast after it was posted, so they had to wait for the person being invited to respond before they could prepare it, thus, if Xiao Letian did not nod his head, they would really not dare to leave. In less than a quarter of an hour, the housekeeper came out smiling, "Ladies and gentlemen, this invitation has already been accepted. It will definitely be here tonight!"

With a boom, everyone's hearts dropped. The people who came today could be considered as the hardcore fans of "Journey to the West". All of them were rubbing their fists and wiping their palms in excitement, one by one they went home to recuperate and wait to watch their idols tonight.

Tonight, the author of《 Journey to the West》, Xiao Letian, was going to Hundred Flowers Tower for a gathering, so the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire city. Anyone who had a good relationship with Luo Hao and Wen Xiu would personally come or send people to ask about it, and everyone would want an invitation card.

The two of them scratched their heads. No matter how big Hundred Blossom House was, it could not hold all the scholars from the Beijing. They could only choose those who were familiar with each other, while the famous ones went to attend.

In the evening, when the sky had just turned dark, the Hundred Blossom House, which was located deep within the alley, had already lit up their candles. The big teapots were busy as they placed down the gold and jade artifacts under the command of the Brothel Keeper.

Since ancient times, China had always paid attention to scholars and beautiful women. When the old procuress and the girls heard this, they were so excited that their Mr. Xiao's top scholars were coming to attend the banquet.

The girls had started dressing up in the afternoon. The powder on their faces was as red as a monkey's ass. Of course, the top girls were not so vulgar. They only applied a little powder, but they all took out the foreign perfume they had stored for a long time.

"Mr. Xiao is a person who grew up in the West. If you don't prepare some foreign goods, how would you think that you can enter his eyes? "This bunch of fat fans …"

More and more people came. Luo Hanlin and Wen Zhang Jing came to a large chartered area today, and Blossom House had already hung up the sign for them. The Brothel Keeper was dressed in makeup as she greeted every VIP at the door.

Time passed minute after minute, and the sky became darker. The red lanterns in the eight alleys had all been lit, and the fragrant wind had turned into a river, intoxicating groups of heroes and scholars.

When the foreign people's clock struck seven, suddenly, the crisp sound of horses' hooves came from homostomia, followed by the sound of wheels rolling down the stone road. Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from afar, getting louder and louder, louder and louder. When the people of Hundred Blossom House saw this clearly, the old procuress almost died of shock.

"Ghost …" "What the hell …" The teapot beside her quickly supported her. The old procuress was not mistaken, this was indeed what the people of Beijing called a ghost carriage. What came was an English four-wheeled carriage, the type with a black carriage. Two bright gas lamps hung on the left and right of the driver; it was much brighter than a clear lantern.

The driver of the carriage was a Kunlun Slave. His pitch-black face was almost invisible at night. If it weren't for his white shirt collar and cuffs, people would have thought that this carriage was unmanned.

It was a single horse carriage, light and fast as it was designed to use the finest parts of Europe, and with shiny metal fittings on the handrails, windows, and tiny corners, even the most unsavory Chinese could tell that it was much more expensive than a black convertible in Daqing.

With the crisp sound of a bell, the tall Arabian Horse quickly rushed to the entrance of the White Flower Hall. In front of the dumbstruck crowd, the carriage door opened, and another black man jumped down. It was Xiao Letian's old friend, Sai Men, who was still carrying the tripod and the camera on his shoulder.

As the shiny black leather boots reached out, the iron shoes made a cracking sound when they hit the stone floor. Following that, an oily and powder-faced adonis came out from the carriage.

"Oh my god!" At that time, the old procuress's eyes turned black and she could not even faint. Not only her, even the civil servants waiting at the door all cried out in surprise, "Second Demon …" "He really is a diabolical person!"

Xiao Letian was dressed in a black suit, a pure white shirt with a small bow tie, and a British style cane in his hand. The most eye-catching feature was his hair. No one knew how many times he had applied wax to his hair. The classic hair cut had become the back of his head in Europe and America. It was so sleek that even flies would slip when they landed on it.

This was four years for Tongzhi. The foreigners had just entered the interior of China, and the citizens were still imagining foreign devils. Even the old lady would use her red hair, blue eyes and hooked nose to scare her young grandson with this ridiculous rumor of stealing children to eat at night.

But today, Xiao Letian, who was standing in front of everyone, used a dazzling appearance to tell everyone that the foreign monster's clothes were actually pretty good, especially when it was worn on his natural clothes rack.

Suddenly, the flash exploded into a ball of light and Xiao Letian's figure was preserved forever. At that moment, he only had one mischievous thought in his mind: All the future generations of Historian, when they saw this tyrannical and imposing image of me, they didn't know how to evaluate it.