Let the court be in turmoil.

No matter if there are ghosts in the imperial city or war in the prime minister's mansion, the lives of the common people must go on.

Lu Yi led his horse team galloping across the large stone bridge connecting Wuyinfang and Yushunfang. At the bridgehead on the Yushunfang side, their way was blocked by a large group of people.

This place is only three blocks away from Lu Yi’s Survey Office and the Bai family’s mansion.

A large-scale restaurant, Moyunlou, stands right at the bridge head, surrounded by ancient plum trees and green bamboos, and a row of more than a dozen elegant viewing pavilions next to the water. On weekdays, the dignitaries of Yushunfang like to invite a few friends to come here to enjoy the river view, taste river food, recite poems, and talk about everything.

When Lu Yi led the team over, the eleven-story restaurant was packed with people, and the dozen or so extremely expensive pavilions were also crowded with people.

In addition, near the bridgehead, in front of the restaurant, there was a large area crowded with thousands of people, all of whom were scholars wearing gauze hats, long gowns, and holding colorful fans to show off their elegance in the middle of winter.

On the frozen canal, there are a large number of rafts neatly arranged.

Countless scholars prepared small stoves, fine wine and food on the raft. Each of them stretched their necks like long-necked geese and stared straight at the top floor of Mo Yun Tower.

"Next song, next song, whose turn is it!"

These scholars were so excited that their faces turned red and they were dancing and shouting.

Even though Lu Yi led a large group of cavalry, slowed down the speed, and rolled along the bridge like a steel torrent, these fanatical scholars, only a few people in the back circle turned back to look at him, and then turned away with disdain.

The crowd blocked the street at the bridgehead, making it impossible to pass.

Lu Yi frowned, and in the distance, people who were unable to pass were cursing in low voices.

However, when faced with these scholars, ordinary people could only curse them in a low voice from a distance, and no one dared to step forward and reason with them.

Lu Yi jumped off his mount, walked behind a scholar, grabbed his neck, and turned his body around: "Brother, what happened in Moyun Tower?"

The scholar, who looked to be over 40 years old, felt pain on the neck from being pinched by Lu Yi. He was about to open his mouth to curse when he suddenly saw the divine generals following behind Lu Yi. His eyes swept over the ceremonial objects in the hands of the divine generals, such as the staffs and nine-curved green umbrellas, and the scholar immediately put on a smile.

"Sir, there are twelve young men from Gaojing. They are competing in a literary contest."

"Hey, do you know Lord Changbai, the head of the Imperial Academy?"

Lu Yu immediately corrected him: "Deputy Headmaster!"

The scholar glared at Lu Yi and said, "It's only a matter of time... Damn, this is all gossip. Didn't twelve talented people come to ask for Mr. Bai's granddaughter, Miss Shuang, to marry her two days ago?"

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows. He remembered clearly the excitement of the previous two days.

Xiong Dingtian and the followers of the Nine Yin Sect came to kill him early that morning, but he killed them in return. Now the bodies of Xiong Dingtian and his followers are still lying in the coroner's room of the Yushunfang Ling Yamen.

"These twelve talented people are all top-notch among the students of the culture and education in Gaojing City. They are all well-read and talented. Every one of them is the ideal husband in the hearts of countless young ladies in Gaojing City!"

"Twelve people came to ask for marriage at the same time. Miss Wei Shuang is so lucky. It's really... No one else in Gaojing City can compare to her!"

"But there is only one Miss Wei Shuang, so early this morning, Miss Wei Shuang set up a literary competition and cocktail reception at Moyun Tower and invited a group of famous scholars and wise men in Gaojing City to be judges. She wanted to choose a suitable husband from these twelve people."

The middle-aged scholar was so excited that his face flushed. "This is a rare and elegant event in our Gaojing City. It is a literary flourishing event that will surely be passed down through the ages. I received the news the day before yesterday and rushed for two days and one night. I just arrived at Yushunfang early this morning."

Stamping his feet, the fellow shook his head in grief and said, "What a pity, I am still late. Not only are there no seats left in the building, but all the seats on the canal have also been taken. I have no choice but to wait and watch in front of the door."

Lu Yi's expression became extremely strange.

The Bai family really will do anything to achieve their goals.

Tsk tsk, the day before yesterday twelve handsome men came to propose to Bai Lu, and today they held a literary competition to select a future husband for Bai Lu from among the twelve men.

"There are actually people who would do something that would get them killed." Lu Yi sneered sarcastically.

Several scholars nearby turned around at the same time, glaring at Lu Yi and wanting to scold him. But like the middle-aged scholar, when they saw the various ceremonial weapons in the hands of the mighty generals behind Lu Yi, they subconsciously bowed slightly and showed Lu Yi a friendly smile.

Lu Yi waved forward.

The Shenwu generals and a group of guards immediately and roughly separated the crowd. Regardless of the scholars' scolding and cursing, they violently pushed and shoved their way through a passage. Lu Yi strode leisurely into the Moyun Tower, entered the halls, and went straight to the literary competition venue on the top floor.

On the top floor of Moyun Building, all the private room partitions were completely dismantled, and the entire top floor became a huge open space.

On the north side of the top floor, there were four round tables with all kinds of snacks, drinks and food on them. A group of more than 20 men aged 40 or above, dressed like scholars, sat around the round tables with reserved smiles on their faces.

On the south side of the top floor, there is a row of twelve short desks, each with a small table.
There was hot tea and snacks on the small table.

There are pens, ink, paper, inkstone, etc. on the short desk.

Two days ago, the twelve talented men from Gaojing who ran to Bai Changkong's house early in the morning to propose to Bai Lu were sitting behind a short desk, shaking their heads and squeezing their brains.

On the west side of the top floor, there was a row of large, snow-white papers hanging.

Several scholars with their sleeves rolled up and wild manners were standing by with a smile, holding brushes with ink dripping from the tips. On the large paper, they had copied a few poems, with bright ink marks, obviously they had just copied them.

There was a man with a loud voice standing at the window, reciting loudly the poems copied on paper towards the bottom.

Inside and outside the Mo Yun Tower, including on the surface of the canal nearby, countless people repeated and chanted in unison, the sound waves shaking the sky.

On the east side of the top floor, under the window, there is a row of exquisite small tables.

Bai Lu and a group of her "best friends" with whom she had a very good relationship, such as Huang Kun, the eldest daughter of Marquis Luoshan, and other young ladies of extraordinary birth and quite famous in the city of Haojing, sat beside a small table, each of them acting gentle and graceful like a lady from a noble family, laughing in a low voice, pointing and commenting on the poems.

Compared with these young ladies who pretended to be gentle, Bai Lu, who was sitting next to her, was a girl who was over eight feet tall, almost nine feet tall, extremely tall, with a hot body, a beautiful face and very long legs. She was pouring wine, drinking, eating vegetables and meat with big mouthfuls, nonchalantly.

The girl's unrestrained behavior was totally inconsistent with the rules and regulations of "Female Virtues" and "Female Training" that the gentlemen of culture and education advocated.

But among the men on the top floor, eight or nine out of ten had their eyes glued to her, including the twelve talented men who were squeezing brains. From time to time, they would secretly glance at the long-legged girl again and again.

As soon as Lu Yi went upstairs, he saw such a wonderful scene.

He suddenly burst into laughter.

This group of talented people were obviously invited by Bai Changkong to cooperate in the acting. Looking at their expressions, do they have any real admiration for Bai Lu?

It would have been better if Lu Yi didn't laugh. With this laugh, his cultivation in the imperial city improved greatly. Not to mention the powerful strength brought to him by the Infinite Guixu Body's condensed Guixu Immortal Essence, his physical strength after being tempered several times was already extraordinary.

A loud laugh was like the roar of a huge bell, making the crystal windows on the top floor buzz and several large hanging papers rustle. The pretentious scholars and sages were most likely dizzy from the laughter and hurriedly covered their ears and scolded loudly.

"Where did this lunatic come from? Get out of here!"

Among the scholars who were invited to judge, an old man in his seventies, who was in excellent condition and in great spirit, stood up and shouted at Lu Yi.

This old man's martial arts skills are probably above the tenth level of Tuomai Realm.

A loud shout was like a thunderclap out of nowhere, creating visible ripples in the air like water waves, and it came towards Lu Yi.

Lu Yi's laughter became louder and louder.

In front of his mouth, circles of ripples rushed forward. The old man's scolding was shattered by his laughter. The old man who started scolding turned pale, his body swayed, and he staggered back two steps in embarrassment, almost falling to the ground.

"Magic!" Dozens of soldiers stood up at the same time, their faces turned pale, pointing at Lu Yi and shouting at him.

"Hehe, hehe!" Lu Yi chuckled a few times, put his hands behind his back, and stared deeply at Bai Lu, whose face had become extremely distorted.

In the imperial city, he had changed out of the red robe of the Palace Guard General and put on the large purple robe with dark silver patterns and Kunpeng Fuyao, which only the princes of the royal family of the Dayin Dynasty were qualified to wear.

Anyone who has a little knowledge of Dayin's etiquette will recognize what this purple robe means.

The mighty generals filed up to the top floor, holding various ceremonial objects.

The staff, the nine-bend green umbrella, the golden sword and the silver sword are all dazzling, and each of them exudes a strong smell of "power".

Thirty-six mighty generals in distinctive clothes and armor stood beside Lu Yi. The faces of those celebrities suddenly changed and the scolding stopped abruptly.

"Oh, it's so lively." Lu Yu bowed to Bai Lu and said, "Sister Wei Shuang, I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't want to come up here to disrupt your good times today, but your admirers blocked the street below, so I had to come up here to see the excitement."

Bai Lu stood up tremblingly, staring at the purple robe on Lu Yi, and said word by word: "Brother Lu... As expected, you sold yourself for fame, did you get what you wanted?"

"You're sharp-tongued, you deserve to be beaten!" Lu Yi smiled and pointed at Bai Lu, "But I have a principle as a person, that is, I don't hit women unless it's absolutely necessary. But I just beat up a man named Zhu Yu, and half of his face was smashed by me."

Bai Lu's face turned pale, she wanted to ask for clarification, but in this situation, in front of twelve 'suitors', how could she possibly ask about Zhu Yu's situation?

Lu Yi smiled and walked to several large pieces of hanging paper.

He looked at the poem copied on it and nodded: "Oh, 'The Virtues of a Gentleman - Ode to the Plum Blossom', um, a bright and beautiful memorial archway, the virtues of a gentleman... haha, just don't be a hypocrite who specializes in doing despicable and dirty things."

"You, how dare you!" A young man in gorgeous clothes among the twelve wise men pointed at Lu Yi and shouted angrily.

"Ha, ha, ha." Lu Yi smiled and snatched the brush from a scholar's hand.