Magistrate Dong was shocked to see a large shoe print appear on the face of his good friend from the capital.
"Official Yan …" Professor Feng's little heart couldn't help but beat wildly. How dare they throw a shoe at an official from the capital. These unruly people were simply too lawless.
"How dare you!"
"Who threw the shoe?"
A few people around the man in embroidered robes had already stood up and turned to glare at the crowd.
"What did he say?"
"Is he in the right to disturb the show?"
"Chase them out!"
…
…
The guards of the man in embroidered robes were angry, but the audience was even angrier. It was already kind of them not to be thrown out for making a racket in the theater, but they dared to yell at everyone. They couldn't even watch the show. Weren't the few copper coins spent in vain?
In the next moment, the guards were drowned in shoes flying from behind.
People had thrown out quite a few people like this who didn't know what was good for them. Every show, there would be one or two unlucky ones. This had even become a tradition in the theater.
The smelly shoes flew through the air. Magistrate Dong and the other two were also affected. Of course, they couldn't stay here any longer. They ran outside pathetically and finally let out a sigh of relief.
"A group of unruly people, this is too much!" Professor Feng's face was hit by the sole of a shoe. His face was red and he stomped his feet outside.
The man in embroidered robes used his sleeve to wipe his face. He wasn't angry. He shook his head and said, "This is a quiet place to watch the show. It is our fault for making a racket and disturbing others. It is not wrong of us to be thrown out."
He turned his head to look at Magistrate Dong and said with a smile, "Under Brother Dong's rule, the people are very tough!"
Compared to the sorry state of Professor Feng and the man in embroidered robes, Professor Dong looked much better. The shoe had not been thrown on him and his clothes were very clean.
He patted his robes and said, "The one who made a racket was you, of course it is not wrong of you to be thrown out. We are the ones who have suffered an undeserved disaster."
"No matter, no matter." The man in embroidered robes waved his hand and said, "My words just now have caused Brother Dong's students to repent. Brother Dong, shouldn't you treat me to a banquet to express your gratitude? Oh right, Professor Feng, where is the best restaurant in Qing'an Prefecture?"
"With my meager salary, I can't afford to go to the Drunken Fragrance Restaurant." Magistrate Dong smiled and said, "There is a cup of green tea. It is a bit shabby, but it is enough to serve guests."
"I haven't seen you for a few years, but your stinginess hasn't changed at all, Dong Wenyun." The man in embroidered robes shook his head and sighed.
When Li Yi walked out, Magistrate Dong and the others were still standing outside.
Xiao Huan wanted to watch the next scene of A Chinese Ghost Story. She asked a performer to take care of her and walked out alone.
Prefectural Magistrate Dong was a boss-level official in Qing An Fu. Since he had met him, as the county magistrate, he naturally had to come up and greet him.
The current Li Yi no longer considered the position of County Lieutenant to be a troublesome matter. A minor Rank Eight official position could eliminate most of the troubles in life. The naive thoughts of the past were long gone.
"This lowly official greets Prefectural Magistrate." He slowly walked in front of Prefectural Magistrate Dong and cupped his hands in salute.
Li Yi had a good impression of Prefectural Magistrate Dong. This Prefectural Magistrate had a good reputation. Last time in the Wang fu, he had even helped him out of trouble.
Prefectural Magistrate Dong looked at him and asked, "County Magistrate Li is not on duty in the yamen. Why are you here?"
Li Yi coughed lightly and said, "A few days ago, I was injured by a scoundrel. After applying for leave, I have been recuperating at home."
Prefectural Magistrate Dong was just asking casually. Although he wasn't in the yamen, the security in the prefectural city was better than before. As the prefectural magistrate, he had specially studied the interrogation methods of the Anxi yamen's bailiffs and bailiffs, as well as the division of districts. He planned to have the other counties follow suit in a few days.
Professor Feng examined Li Yi from the side. He was surprised. After not seeing him for so many days, this rude young man seemed to have changed into a different person. He had become so humble. He wasn't used to it …
"The New Year is approaching. We need more people to maintain the security in the city. As the county magistrate, I am responsible. If you are feeling well, you should return to the yamen as soon as possible." Prefectural Magistrate Dong nodded and suddenly said, "If I remember correctly, the Ruyi Workshop is not far from here. I am also tired from walking. Why don't we go to your place to rest for a while and have a cup of tea? What do you think, County Magistrate Li?"
Li Yi was stunned. Didn't he just rest for a long time in the theater? Sure enough, the higher the official, the more pretentious. It was not a wise thing to refuse the prefectural magistrate. Li Yi nodded and said, "Milord, please."
The Ruyi Workshop was next to the brothel. Although the family no longer lived there, Xiao Huan would still go there to clean it every few days. The room was clean and tidy. It was just enough to rest, but there was no tea. After inviting them to sit down, Li Yi went to the theater to get two pots of tea.
Prefectural Magistrate Dong had already sat down. When he turned around, he found that the man in the brocade robe didn't follow him in. He stood at the door, raised his head, and muttered something.
"The strokes are elegant and graceful, the strokes are tactful and subtle, like moving clouds and flowing water. Good calligraphy, good calligraphy …"
Just as Dong Wenyun walked out, he heard the man in the brocade robe looking at the plaque above the shop and couldn't help praising it.
He thought to himself that he had actually forgotten that the other party was obsessed with calligraphy and had collected many precious paintings at home. Furthermore, he himself was quite accomplished in calligraphy and painting, so it was normal for him to be attracted to the words on the plaque.
Seeing him walk out, the man in the brocade robe looked at Prefectural Magistrate Dong and said, "Wenyun, do you know which master wrote these three words? I want to pay a visit. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to arrange it."
"There is no need to arrange it. The master is right there. If you have any questions, go ask him yourself." Prefectural Magistrate Dong pointed in a direction with a strange expression and said.
The man in the brocade robe turned around and saw the young man just now walking over with two pots of tea.
The man in the brocade robe looked back at Prefectural Magistrate Dong with an expression of disbelief.
"Hehe, if these three words were written by that young man, I will eat this plaque."
The man in the brocade robe didn't believe a single word of what Dong Wenyun said just now. These three words were written with strong and experienced strokes. It was impossible to write without decades of practice. Moreover, this was done by someone who was extremely accomplished in calligraphy. If it was an ordinary person, they might not be able to do it even after hundreds of years.
This young man was at most in his early twenties. How could he have such a level of skill? It was precisely because he was proficient in calligraphy that the man in the brocade robe was so confident.
If he didn't know that the young man was called the number one talent of the Jing Kingdom by the Governor of Education, who was excellent in both poetry and calligraphy, and was able to write a legendary work like "Rules for Disciples", Prefectural Magistrate Dong naturally wouldn't believe it either.
"Hehe, if County Magistrate Li came back a little later, your plaque would be gone."
Li Yi, who walked over, looked at Prefectural Magistrate Dong with a confused expression. He didn't know what to say.
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