Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 708: Rules of Wenjun Building

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately frowned and glared, showing great contempt.

It's obvious that something is wrong, but it can't be so obvious, right?

The scholar faced the crowd without panicking, but spoke calmly.

"Wenjuanlou has had this legacy since ancient times, and it's not that we're trying to make things difficult for you."

Seeing that everyone still refused to lay down their weapons, the scholar added.

"Even His Majesty, when he comes here, will abide by the rules of Wenjun Tower."

Cheng Liang took a step forward.

"Is it possible that no one in this yard has any weapons?"

"No, all weapons are not allowed into Wenjun Building."

Cheng Liang turned around and looked at Lin Feng.

Pei Qiyin's first reaction was to shake his head at Lin Feng, meaning, let's not fall into this trap.

Lin Feng nodded: "Let's go back. There are many important things waiting for us. It's useless to waste time with them."

Everyone turned around and walked back.

The scholar standing at the gate of Wenjun Building looked at them arrogantly with a look of disdain on his face.

Lin Feng whispered to Hong Xiao as they walked.

"Go in quietly and see what's going on inside."

Hong Xiao nodded and separated from the team.

Lin Feng estimated that there were many masters in Wenjun Tower, but there should be no one who could stop Hong Xiao.

If Hongxiao just went there to find out the situation and wanted to leave, then no one could stop her.

Lin Feng and others were walking towards their war horses when a sedan chair came on the street.

There were eight men carrying the sedan chair, followed by several family members.

There were not many officials who were qualified to ride in a sedan chair carried by eight people, so he must be a high-ranking official.

When the sedan chair was about twenty steps away from them, a family member lifted the curtain and Prime Minister Han Qi waved to Lin Feng from inside the sedan chair.

"Commander, please slow down..."

The man carrying the sedan lowered the pole, and Prime Minister Han Qi was helped out of the sedan by his family. He walked slowly to Lin Feng, his face full of anxiety.

"Commander-in-Chief, I've arrived a little late and missed the literary excellence ceremony."

Lin Feng smiled and bowed, saying, "Prime Minister, I am just a warrior, and I am unworthy of the title of top scholar."

"How can this be absurd? I, along with more than a dozen professors from the Academy of Literature, have repeatedly pondered and unanimously judged this work. How could it be wrong? Lord Lin truly deserves the award. Please accompany me to Wenjun Tower to receive the award."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Lin Feng's wrist, pulling him forward.

"This is a grand event that the Academy of Literature hasn't had in years. I'm unworthy of the title of head of the Academy and can't face the Sage of Literature."

Lin Feng smiled bitterly. Facing an octogenarian, who was also the prime minister, how could he have the nerve to struggle to break free?

I had no choice but to follow Han Qi's dragging and walk towards the gate of the Academy of Literature.

When they arrived at the gate, the middle-aged scholar was still standing in the middle of the gate and did not give way.

"Master Kuishou, the rules of the Academy are..."

Han Qi waved his hands as if to shoo away flies.

"Get out of the way! How disgraceful! We must not bring shame upon Master Wensheng."

The scholar's face immediately turned red and he stepped aside awkwardly.

Ren Hanqi pulled Lin Feng and strode into the gate of Wenjun Building.

A group of guards followed behind them, pushing the middle-aged scholar aside and rushing into the gate.

Han Qi whispered to Lin Feng as they walked.

"You know, there are distinguished guests at Wenjun Tower today, specially here to watch the ceremony. This is a grand event that our Wen Academy hasn't seen in many years. How could the commander be absent?"

Lin Feng smiled bitterly: "Prime Minister, I wonder who this person is that makes the famous Academy of Literature pay so much attention to him."

"You'll know when you get there..."

As Han Qi spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the guards behind him.

"Uh... Commander, could you please bring fewer guards with you into Wenjuan Building? Wenyuan is a sacred place, and harmony and tranquility are paramount. I can still guarantee safety."

Lin Feng quickly turned his head and said.

"You guys stay outside the building, Qiyin can just follow me inside."

Lin Feng also thought about it. In such a three-story building, his guards have already surrounded the three layers inside and outside. Even if there are killers arranged in the building, how many people can there be?

With their own skills, together with Qiyin and Hongxiao in secret, as long as there is not a large number of people, this three-person combination should be invincible at the moment.

Cheng Liangwenjian had no choice but to stop in front of the door of Wenjuan Building and casually handed Lin Feng's steel knife to Pei Qiyin.

Pei Qiyin took the steel knife, covered it with her long skirt, and followed Lin Feng into Wenjun Building.

Pei Qiyin's short thorn and xun were also hidden in his arms.

So, both of them have weapons.

As long as you have weapons in your hands, you are not afraid of any killer.

The two of them have almost the same thoughts and their self-confidence is extremely strong.

There were many scholars and literati standing inside and outside the Wenjun Building. They were all elegant and quiet, with indifferent and profound expressions. They did not pay much attention to Lin Feng.

Only after they entered Wenjun Building did Han Qi let go of Lin Feng's wrist, and the two of them walked slowly to the second floor.

Lin Feng discovered that the Wenjun Building was filled with natural, uncarved logs, including all the decorations and furniture.

There were also people standing in the hall, all wearing coarse robes, which gave off a sense of simplicity and naturalness.

Han Qi took Lin Feng to a room on the second floor and asked Lin Feng to wait for a while.

A young woman with a scholarly air brought in tea for Lin Feng and filled the teacup skillfully.

Afterwards, a dark and thin old man, wearing a coarse black robe, a high hat and a wide belt, with a serious face, walked in slowly.

"But Mr. Jingguo Lord Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng stood up from his seat with a smile on his face.

"It is you, I..."

"I am Ji Siyuan, the owner of Wenjuan Tower, and the 38th generation grandson of the sage Ji Wenchang."

"Oh, I've heard a lot about you."

Lin Feng bowed and spoke politely.

Ji Siyuan nodded and said, "Mr. Lin, you are welcome. Please follow me to bathe, change clothes, and pay your respects to Mr. Wensheng."

Lin Feng frowned. Why did he have to take a shower and change clothes?

It is a bit troublesome to take a shower and change clothes in such an unfamiliar place.

Seeing Lin Feng hesitate, Ji Siyuan remained expressionless.

"According to the rules of Wenjuanlou, to receive the title of Wenkui, one must first pay homage to the Sage of Literature and then cleanse oneself of worldly filth."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed towards the door.

Lin Feng was helpless. If he had known there would be so many problems, he would not have come.

Now that things have come to this, I gritted my teeth secretly.

I'd like to see what tricks you can come up with.

He followed the old man to the door.

Outside the door was a corridor about two meters wide with a wooden floor that made a slight sound when stepped on.

Behind Lin Feng, besides Pei Qiyin, the woman pouring tea also followed quietly.

Several people followed Ji Siyuan to one end of the second floor. In front of them was a wooden door with dark red carved lattices. The carvings were simple and elegant, showing that it was very old.

Ji Siyuan raised his hand to push the wooden door open, moved aside the door, nodded slightly, and motioned Lin Feng to go in to take a bath and change clothes.

Lin Feng stood at the door and looked inside. The room was dimly lit and he could hardly see the furnishings. Only the faint scent of sandalwood could be smelled.

The woman pouring tea behind them hurried forward and took the lead in entering the room. After a moment, a yellow glow lit up the room.

Lin Feng felt the atmosphere was very oppressive, and there was something weird everywhere in Wenjun Building.

Why did I end up in such a damn place?