A piece of bamboo looks different from ordinary bamboo.
After running all the way, he harvested a bamboo like this. Bai Song thought about returning to Chang'an and giving Mo Zhu as a gift.
The two of them walked around the mountain but found nothing, and then went to people's homes at the foot of the mountain to inquire.
Some people say that there are immortals living in the mountains, and there were many auspicious scenes in the early years.
But these rumors were of little value, and Bai Song didn't care.
The only regret was that Donghuang had already left. After a short stay, the two returned to Mingjian Villa again.
In the next few days, Bai Song stayed in the villa waiting for the seven-day period.
For this competition, Bai Song was fully prepared, and even used the power of space to buy some registration items, but he never expected that this competition would be let go.
The seven-day period has arrived, and countless martial arts people have gathered inside and outside the Mingjian Villa. Everyone is looking forward to this competition.
This is not only related to the life and death between the Bai Song Dynasty and the Mohist family, but also related to the attitude of the martial arts people in the Jiangnan area towards the imperial court. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at it. Before time is up, many stories have been circulated among the people.
As a result, after a day passed, not even a shadow of the person in the afternoon was seen.
This situation was not expected, and the Mo family's second son still did not show up until the next day. At this time, people in the world had to accept this unbelievable fact.
It seems that Jianghu's last hope is gone.
Bai Song was also very depressed and felt that he had been tricked.
But the result was good. Seven days later, all Jianghu sects in the Jiangnan area accepted the imperial edict and all joined Yingxiongzhuang, expressing their willingness to accept the control and dispatch of the imperial court.
When Zhao'an builds a momentum, it will quickly spread throughout the country.
During the Bai Song Dynasty, the martial arts people in Zhao'an would be directly assigned to the army if they were found to have bad behavior. This greatly supplemented the power of the troops stationed in various parts of the imperial court. Some relatively honest ones were assigned locally to control those who were in the area.
The ruffians who do evil in the market have, on the one hand, improved people's livelihood everywhere.
The style of Jiangnan was restored, and in just one month, civilian crime dropped by 90%.
In the past, there were no people on the streets at night in cities across the country. Nowadays, there are many night markets in the middle of the night. The government has implemented the curfew, and various places in Jiangnan have become cities that never sleep. Following this, various poetry festivals, lantern festivals, and painting exhibitions have followed, and folk activities have also increased.
The Bai Song Dynasty frequently delivered good news back to Chang'an, and his Zhao'an policy was a perfect answer visible to the naked eye.
With only two days left before the March period, the imperial court summoned Bai Song to return to Beijing to resume his duties.
The people of Hangzhou knew that many changes in the city were caused by the imperial envoys, and the reputation of the Bai Song Dynasty among the people in Hangzhou was unprecedentedly good.
Because people's lives have improved, no one paid attention to the various rumors that were circulated in the past few days. However, after hearing that the imperial envoy was leaving, many people came to give gifts and there was an endless stream of visitors.
Bai Song never thought that one day he would become the Great Master of Qingtian and be loved by the people. He claimed to be a common man, and his work was only in the world, without many lofty ideals.
But after seeing the mountains of folk gifts, I still felt a little overwhelmed.
No one doesn't want to be sought after by others, and this kind of visible gratitude is still satisfying.
This is not only personal satisfaction, but also Jiu Mei's admiration. Recently, her eyes when looking at Bai Song also have a glimmer of light.
It is late spring today and the weather is getting hotter.
Outside the garden, someone pushed an ice cart in, which contained a cart of iced fruits of various colors.
Bai Song traveled through time and saw ice for the first time in summer. He not only sighed: "Whose family sent this?"
The servant pushing the cart said: "Sir Bai, this is what Miss Ouyang sent to you to relieve your heat."
"Ouyang?"
Jiumei explained: "The Ouyang family is the largest family in Hangzhou. Someone in the family works in the Ministry of Industry and is a subordinate of Zhang Liang."
"You know all this?"
"Since I want to follow you, I naturally want to know more about the affairs of the Tang Dynasty."
Bai Song smiled and nodded towards the person who delivered the ice: "Go back and tell your lady that I accept her wishes."
The person pushing the cart sent a name card: "Sir, my lady also sent me a name card. I heard that you are about to leave, so my lady organized a temporary poetry party and invited you to come and enjoy it."
Bai Song took the name card, thought for a moment and said, "If I have time, I will go."
The servant who delivered the ice slowly retreated.
Bai Song took the name card, looked at Jiumei, and asked, "Are you going or not?"
"Please, you are not inviting me."
"I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow. They say Jiangnan is a beautiful place. I've been here for a long time and I haven't felt it once. Before I leave, I want to see how the Jiangnan Poetry Society is different from the Chang'an Poetry Society. This is a good idea.
A beautiful thing.”
Bai Song had an idea, so he opened the ice truck and called the servants waiting around in the garden to share the ice fruit.
It’s been a few years since I’ve eaten iced fruit in the summer, and this bite is really delicious.
At the same time, I also thought that it must be unusual for a noble family to have an ice cellar in their house and be able to produce ice in the summer, right?
Early the next morning, the Ouyang family's sedan was waiting at the door.
The Ouyang family's maid arrived early and was waiting in the courtyard. As soon as Bai Song went out, the maid jumped up and asked, "Sir, my lady ordered me to invite you into the house."
This maid is lively and lively. She is only fourteen years old. She is very cute and well-behaved. She is dressed in green and looks exactly like Xiao Cui, Xiang'er's maid.
Bai Song was in a trance for a while, as if he had returned to time travel, and asked slowly: "What is your name?"
"Sir, just call me Yue'er."
Bai Song nodded. The maid looked friendly and got on the sedan happily.
Perhaps the sudden sight of a girl who looked exactly like Xiaocui when she was a child suddenly brought back all kinds of memories of Bai Song.
I remember that when I attended such a gathering for the first time, I was still a little-known boy from a poor family. At that time, I had to hide my identity and blend in with the crowd. If I wanted to gain fame, I had to rack my brains and try to pretend to be sexy.
But now, he has become a distinguished guest and needs his master to send someone to greet him.
And I don't need to think about poems and Boruto's attention. Perhaps when I go to the poetry meeting, I just watch the literati show off their talents. And those talented people are just like me at the beginning, they just want to get more attention.
The past is like smoke, and Bai Song can't think of it all.
Suddenly the car stopped, and only then did I know that I had arrived at my destination.
A beautiful girl opened the car curtain, lowered her head slightly, and said with a shy smile: "Ouyang Yanran, a civilian girl, has met Mr. Bai."
Bai Song was in a daze and raised his hands to signal.
Then Miss Ouyang personally handed Bai Song a small platform for him to get off.
As soon as they came out, a group of students lined up neatly on both sides at the entrance of Ouyang Mansion. They bowed respectfully and saluted, and shouted in unison: "Students meet sir."