Following Lord Liu, several luxury carriages came outside Yunxiao Pavilion. All the people who ride the car were dressed in rich clothes, either rich or noble.

"Welcome to Yunxiao Pavilion..."

"Oh! Mr. Huang is here..."

"General Wang, you are such a rare guest. Please come in and please..."

The girl greeted her with a smile. As long as her mouth was sweet enough, she would have enough rewards. In a short while, she had already earned thirty taels.

Yan Yunting and Lin Xiaofeng were driven aside, like two down-and-out people hiding from the rain.

"Mr. Lin, do you know these nobles?" Yan Yunting asked.

Lin Xiaofeng shook his head: "This is the first time I have come to Chang'an to be an official, so where will I know them?"

"All of them are high officials?" Yan Yunting asked again.

"From the jade and silk brocade around their waists, most of them are on the fifth rank, and the previous Lord Liu was even a third rank senior."

"A third rank is a high-ranking official?"

"He is a very big official. The Great Yan Dynasty implemented the 'Three Provinces and Six Ministry' system. If Lord Liu was also within the system, he would at least be a minister."

"How is the Minister?"

"In each department, the Minister of State is the top leader and the Minister of State is the second leader, but most of the matters are reviewed by the Second Leader. Therefore, the Minister of State has a great power."

"What about you? How many ranks are you a teacher for the prince?"

"The Prince's Grand Tutor is a first-rate."

"Is the first rank an official who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people?"

"It can be said that, but-"

"Then why should we keep them?!"

Yan Yunting pulled Lin Xiaofeng and walked into Yunxiao Pavilion.

"Two, please show the tickets." The welcome girl stopped the two of them.

"Tickets? You didn't ask them for tickets just now." Yan Yunting said in a deep voice.

"Those people were the guests of our Yunxiao Pavilion just now, and the tickets are free." said the welcome girl.

"What is a guest of honor?" Lin Xiaofeng became interested.

The welcome girl said proudly: "There is only one measure of the guests of Yunxiao Pavilion, which is the silver you consume. Which of the powerful people in front of me is not the one who writes more than ten thousand in Yunxiao Pavilion."

"If you don't have money, can you become a guest of honor?" Lin Xiaofeng asked with a smile.

The girl welcoming the guest face lowered her face and said coldly: "If you don't have money, you won't be allowed to hide from the rain under the eaves of Yunxiao Pavilion."

Lin Xiaofeng still smiled: "Girl, has your poster not taught you that you cannot judge people by your appearance?"

"Coincidentally, our master judges people by appearance. For those poor and love to have fun, we will be sure to see them." The welcome girl stared at Yan Yunting and Lin Xiaofeng with her big round eyes, and said:

"We have encountered many people who are swollen and fat in Yunxiao Pavilion. In the end, these people often spend money to spend money... We don't let these people enter the Pavilion, but in fact we are saving their lives."

"What a smart girl, I'll just send you to welcome guests--"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Before Lin Xiaofeng could finish his words, another group of carriages and horses stopped in front of Yunxiao Pavilion. The people who came this time seemed to be more noble than the previous few. His carriage used four horses, and the ones accompanied him were not guards, but handsome young men in Confucian robe.

The young men in Confucian robe were not old, but they were all arrogant and noble. They held their heads up and didn't have to look directly at people. They stepped forward together and drove Yan Yunting and Lin Xiaofeng away.

"Mr. Lin, look at their clothes, they are scholars like you." Yan Yunting turned his head and said, but did not get out of the way.

Lin Xiaofeng just whispered: "The arrogance of scholars should be like the three friends in the cold year, independent, noble, and holy name, rather than looking down on people with a dog's eyes."

"I won't let this time." Yan Yunting said firmly.

"Don't let it go." Lin Xiaofeng also stood at the door and remained indifferent.

"Are your ears deaf? Ask you to give in!" The two young men in Confucian robe emphasized tone again to drive them away.

Yan Yunting simply said: "Don't let it go."

"Don't let it go!" The two young men in Confucian robe probably didn't expect Yan Yunting to be so decisive. They were stunned for a moment and shouted angrily again: "Do you know who is sitting in the carriage?"

Yan Yunting sneered and asked: "You two have some problems with their brains. I don't know what's in the carriage?"

"Bold! You said that our old teacher is not a thing! I think you are not a thing!" The young man in Confucian robe cursed, his demeanor was really not worthy of the Confucian robe he wore.

Yan Yunting said calmly: "Of course I am not a thing anymore, I am a human."

"You ignorant guy, you—"

"Swish!"

The young man in Confucian robe rolled up his sleeves to hit someone. Yan Yunting held the hilt of the sword and gently exposed a sharp edge, which made the two young man in Confucian robe cover his eyes!

"My sword rarely gets out of sheath. Once it is out of sheath, it will definitely see blood." Yan Yunting's voice was colder than the sword's edge.

Several young men in Confucian robe were frightened and hurriedly retreated.

"Oh? I want to see which hero is who dares to threaten my disciples in Chang'an."

A powerful voice came from the carriage. The young man in Confucian robe quickly set up a ladder, held up an umbrella, and welcomed the person who was about to get off the car.

The car door slowly opened, and an old man wearing blue and white shoes stepped out. His temples were white, his long beards passed through his neck, and his cheeks were thin. Although he was over 60 years old, his face was still rosy and his eyes were bright.

The old man looked at Yan Yunting and Lin Xiaofeng at the door, with a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes, and he said four words lightly: "Young and vigorous."

Lin Xiaofeng also responded with four words: "Old-minded and angrily."

The old man frowned, "I can't live long if I am full of energy."

Lin Xiaofeng said calmly: "No one with strong aura can live long, but the one with weak aura will die immediately?"

"You are scolding me for being weak?" The old man's eyes were filled with anger.

Lin Xiaofeng bowed and gave a little gift: "Old gentleman, those who don't agree with old age are called old naughty boys, those who don't agree with old stubbornness, and those who don't agree with others are called old Zamao."

Yan Yunting blushed with a smile. This old guy will definitely not accept the old age, nor will he be convinced, nor will he convince others. Then isn’t he just a combination of old naughty boys, old stubbornness, and old miscellaneous hair?

This scholar is indeed different. Not only does it curse people without swearing, but it also has to guess the person being scolded.

The old man speculated for a moment and woke up and Lin Xiaofeng was cursing himself secretly, so angry that he almost fell off the carriage: "You...you little boy with hairless mouth, you...you..."

"Old Master, please calm down..." Several young men in Confucian robe quickly supported him and calmed down for the old man. Then they pointed at the two girls who welcomed the guests in Yunxiao Pavilion and cursed: "What are you doing? You actually store such vulgar savages. If the old master is so angry by them, everyone in Yunxiao Pavilion will not be able to escape!"

After hearing this, the two welcoming girls were frightened. Look at me, I look at you, and I feel at a loss.

"Why are you still standing there? Go and ask your Pavilion Master to come out, otherwise it will be too late when my friend's sword is out of the sheath." Lin Xiaofeng blinked at the two girls.
Chapter completed!