The competition of impromptu poetry in the teahouse finally came to an end.


    The three young people in Jinling City have no face to continue to stay in Heyang city.


    After asking Chen ang about his intention to stay in Heyang city for another period of time, the three young people were not in the mood to persuade. They directly led the guard to sit on the horse, and then went outside Heyang city without stopping.


    They have to get out of this place.


    Staying longer even for a moment will make them uncomfortable all over.


    Lu Xuezhen and Dong Fangshu had already run away.


    It''s just humiliating to continue to stay. Of course, we should leave quickly while Jiang fan doesn''t pay attention.


    As for the other young people in Heyang City, they have regarded Jiang Fan as a hero.


    It is conceivable that all this happened in the teahouse today will be known to everyone in Heyang city in a short time.


    Those young ladies, who were obviously officials, seemed to want to give their handkerchiefs to Jiang Fan, but all these ideas failed under Lin Wanqing''s cold eyes.


    After greeting these young people for a while, he invited them out of the teahouse. Jiang Fan smiled and said to Chen ang, "old man, do you want me to arrange accommodation for you? I''ve really made a lot of money today. Why don''t you count all your expenses in Heyang?"


    "It''s none of my business. You earn it on your own. It has nothing to do with me."


    Chen ang glared at Jiang Fan and then said, "you don''t need to take care of it. When I was teaching at the Imperial College, my Majesty gave me a rich salary. Over the years, I have accumulated a lot, so that I can''t even afford food and accommodation."


    "Cough, that''s OK. Just be happy, old man. In that case, I''ll invite the old man to a bar in the evening. Now there are still some things. I need to go to the Yamen to deal with some official business. I can''t accompany the old man during the day."


    Jiang Fan leaned over and said.


    "Official business? Yamen? What? Are you still an official?"


    Chen ang asked in amazement.


    "Let the old man laugh. I''m the city captain of Heyang city now. I''m actually very busy on weekdays."


    Jiang Fan said without changing his face.


    Lin Wanqing, on the other side, could not help but curl his lips, disdaining Jiang Fan''s self-evaluation of "being very busy on weekdays".


    "Heyang City captain? You?"


    Chen ang widened his eyes and stared at Jiang Fan for a long time. Then he murmured, "how could it be? So young... Become the city captain of Heyang city? Are you... From King Wu''s residence?"


    "My Lord, I am... My own man."


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    Chen ang frowned. After taking a deep look at Jiang Fan, he nodded and said, "since he is the city captain of Heyang City, he will really be very busy. Hurry back to the Yamen and don''t waste time with me here. I''ll find an inn myself and remember to come to me for wine in the evening. As the city captain of Heyang, I shouldn''t be unable to find me?"


    "Don''t worry. When the Yamen is on duty, I''ll come to find the old man."


    Jiang Fan owes himself and leads Lin Wanqing away from the teahouse.


    Chen ang continued to sit in the teahouse and drank another pot of tea. Then he walked out of the teahouse and found an inn nearby. After settling down, thinking that it was still early, he came to the lobby of the inn.


    Casually found an empty table to sit down, called the waiter of the inn, asked for some snacks, took out a money ticket of the same denomination and put it on the table.


    "Have you heard of the name Jiang Fan?"


    Chen ang looked at the waiter and said.


    The waiter was stunned. Then he greedily looked at the money ticket on the table, swallowed his saliva, and carefully said, "Sir, do you have any specific characteristics? After all, the name is too common. If you don''t say it, the new Cheng Wei in Heyang city is also called Jiang Fan."


    "Don''t you have an annual fujiangyuan poetry fair in Heyang city? At the fujiangyuan poetry fair, which just ended this year, several old teachers in Heyang City rated him as the first poet in the Zhou Dynasty. He was called Jiang Fan, right?"


    Chen ang didn''t answer the "Cheng Wei.".


    Because normally, I''m afraid not many people in Heyang city know that Jiang Fan, who shines brightly at the fujiangyuan poetry fair, is actually Cheng Wei Jiang Fan!


    First, taboos are really common. Second, there must be very few people who have the opportunity to see Jiang Fan with their own eyes.


    "Oh! Master, who are you talking about? Of course I know! The poetry of the great Zhou Dynasty is the first! It''s the pride of the whole Heyang that we can produce such a figure in Beidi!"


    The waiter said proudly.


    "It''s good to know. Copy all the poems he wrote in Fujiang garden and bring them to me. The money is money for poetry. No matter how much is left, it''s yours."


    Chen ang pointed to the money ticket on the table and said.


    The waiter was overjoyed. He quickly picked up the money ticket and leaned towards Chen ang and said, "Sir, wait a minute. I''ll get it with you soon."


    With that, he ran out of the inn.


    The refreshments quickly. After Chen ang ate two, the waiter ran back in the wind, and put a booklet on Chen Ang''s table.


    "Sir, this booklet records all the poems Jiang Fan has written so far. Can you see if it can satisfy you?"


    The waiter said with a flattering smile.


    Chen ang was stunned, picked up the pamphlet, looked back and forth, and asked strangely, "is this printed by Jiang Fan?"


    "Ah? Of course not. It''s the bookseller in the city. After the teachers evaluated Jiang Fan''s poems as the first poetry talent of the great Zhou Dynasty, the bookseller stole them and began to print these pamphlets privately, and then took them to the street to sell them. Jiang Fan should not know such a thing at all. A pamphlet costs five Wen. It costs two big boys a day. It sells well and makes a lot of money."


    The waiter explained with a smile.


    "I see. It''s none of your business. Go down."


    Chen ang waved and watched the waiter run away with joy. Then he opened the brochure.


    Then, the first poem he saw made Chen ang hold his breath subconsciously!


    The two eyes stared at the pamphlet without blinking, and recited it instinctively.


    The more he looked, the more he was shocked and intoxicated. For a moment, Chen ang even had an illusion with this booklet.


    As if what he held in his hand was the whole world!


    I don''t know how long I read it. He read every poem in the booklet many times until he could recite it completely.


    Then Jane''s heavy body was put into her arms.


    Chen ang breathed. After reading these poems, he felt as if he had been poured with a basin of cold water in dog days!