The journey from Taihang Pass to Luoyang was far from smooth. The mountainous terrain made the road rugged, and switching to an ox cart only added to the discomfort. However, during this journey, Liang Feng didn’t experience much of the usual bumps and jolts. This was because he spent a significant portion of the trip in a deep slumber, much more than usual. Even with Jiang Da accompanying him, there was little they could do.
It was like a lingering aftereffect of withdrawal, not as intense but persistently dragging on. It brought a sense of low mood and fatigue. Even though he clearly understood the reason behind it, he still couldn’t shake it off.
In terms of the effects of the Cold Food Powder, it was akin to a stimulant drug, like some form of ancient cocaine. It could clear one’s mind, increase sexual desire, and provoke mood swings. However, the withdrawal symptoms were far more intense than with cocaine, possibly due to the added effects of heavy metal poisoning.
To deal with this situation, Liang Feng had specifically consulted Jiang Da. However, even the knowledgeable Dr. Jiang couldn’t provide a clear explanation. The formula for the Cold Food Powder was too complex, and those who understood its pharmacology, mostly noble youths who prepared it themselves, could barely control the drug’s components. When it came to buying it from apothecaries, the ingredients were too obscure, and it was unclear what they might be mixed with.
In this dazed state, the small caravan made its way into Luoyang. Unlike during the time of Emperor Taikang, the once glorious capital now lay in ruins due to the recent chaos. The streets were littered with broken walls, and even the people had a weary look. The consequences of the earlier looting by Zhang Fang and the chaos that followed had not yet completely dissipated.
However, as they passed through the outer city and entered the inner city, the atmosphere gradually improved. Despite the impact of the recent war on these officials’ mansions, government offices, and academies, several months had been enough for them to regain their former lifestyle. The streets lined with Chinese parasol and poplar trees, as well as the grand “palaces of the nobility,” always stood tall and resplendent, presenting a dignified image regardless of the circumstances.
Liang Feng and his entourage were accommodated in an official residence. Although he had come for an audience, imperial court sessions were not held every day. Following the tradition of Emperor Jing of Han, there was a regular court session held every five days, known as the “Regular Court.” This meant that every five days, the emperor would gather and summon his officials. Moreover, not just anyone could attend such high-level government meetings. Only those qualified to attend the Regular Court were known as courtiers.
Liang Feng held the position of Prefect and thus was not among the courtiers. To have an audience with the emperor, he had to wait for the imperial summons. The next Regular Court was scheduled in three days, and during this time, he could only stay obediently in the official residence.
In theory, Liang Feng could use this opportunity to visit friends and acquaintances in Luoyang, even establish connections and discover the true reason the Emperor summoned him to the capital. Unfortunately, the Liang family had not held official positions for several generations, and Luoyang had experienced multiple upheavals. From Luoyang to Ye City, and then from Chang’an to Luoyang, many officials who had accompanied the Court had either died or scattered in the chaos. Even if it were someone like Cui Ji to inquire, they might not be able to get a clear picture of the political situation in the Court.
Given this situation, it was more reasonable to stay in the official residence and recuperate. However, before Liang Feng could make any moves, someone came to him.
A formal invitation arrived at the official residence, and it was from the current Minister of Works, Wang Yan, inviting him to a banquet.
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Facing this invitation, Cui Ji sighed softly, “I’m afraid it’s the Chief Minister’s idea.”
Wang Yan had consistently advanced in his official career, thriving since the time of Emperor Wudi. Although he had few achievements, his reputation was substantial. His talent and elegant appearance, coupled with his mastery of metaphysical philosophy and eloquent discourse, made him a model in the scholar’s community and a role model among literati. After Sima Yue took over as the Chief Minister, he regarded Wang Yan as a trusted confidant. Sima Yue, not being a direct descendant of Emperor Wudi, required the support of the northeastern gentry. Wang Yan’s influence, which enhanced his own position and that of the Wang family, was the ideal solution. This led to the rise of Wang Yan’s fame and subsequently brought his younger brother, Wang Cheng, and clan brother, Wang Dun, into prominent positions, all being heavily favored by Sima Yue.
Now that Liao Feng had just arrived in Luoyang and received such a significant invitation, it was apparent that it was orchestrated by Sima Yue.
“Minister Wang has invited me, and I shall honor the invitation,” Liang Feng smiled and left the invitation on the table.
Having come this far, there was no need to be overly cautious. Simply accept the invitation and let them see him. Additionally, it was a chance to probe their intentions for his visit to Luoyang.
Cui Ji understood that it was necessary and offered a final reminder, “Minister Wang is known for his elegance and is a leading literatus. Your demeanor is excellent, and you should gain his favor. However, it would be wise to avoid discussions related to Buddhism and Daoism…”
Wang Yan leaned toward Daoist philosophy and was particularly skilled in metaphysical discussions. If a debate on Buddhist and Daoist matters were to arise during this gathering, it might lead to ridicule or embarrassing situations. This would be far from ideal.
“Can one truly avoid such matters?” Liang Feng asked in response.
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Cui Ji was momentarily at a loss for words. Indeed, if someone had the intention to create difficulties, how could you avoid it?
Seeing Cui Ji’s silence, Liang Feng shook his head, “Let’s play it by ear.”
The next day, Liang Feng and Cui Ji both boarded a carriage and made their way to the residence of the Minister of Works, Wang Yan. With Cui Ji’s advice, Liang Feng dressed in traditional formal attire with a loose robe, proper shoes, and a silk headdress. He appeared neat and dignified, without any makeup on his face, displaying a somewhat sickly look combined with a serious demeanor as they arrived for their visit.
Guided by attendants, they crossed winding corridors and intricate pavilions, heading toward the rear courtyard of the Minister of Works’ residence. June was a time of scorching heat, but within the residence of the Minister of Works, greenery abounded, and the surrounding waters cooled the air, pushing back the summer heat. When they entered the courtyard, the clamor of voices and music wafted in on the breeze. At the massive pavilion by the water, a group of people were reveling and enjoying themselves.
The man leading the group, around fifty years of age, had a youthful appearance that radiated an ethereal aura, as if untouched by the passage of time. His attire was eye-catching, with an open robe and exposed chest, no headdress, and wooden clogs. He looked more like someone who was inebriated than a host receiving guests. Surrounding him were seven or eight companions, most of them dressed similarly, with disheveled clothing, lounging around, and exuding an air of unruly nonchalance.
Liang Feng’s corner of the eye twitched slightly, for this was the fashionable attire among the literati of the time.
Influenced by the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, nonconformity had become the mainstream behavior among scholars, and going half-naked or reclining with nonchalance was no longer seen as uncultured but as a way to express one’s demeanor and personality. However, it wasn’t without the influence of the Cold Food Elixir.
However, such attire was something Liang Feng could not tolerate. The so-called “exposed chest” was essentially a type of undershirt or a bellyband. A group of middle-aged men with beards, dressed in loose robes and exposed bellies or shriveled and wrinkled chests, was hard to look at. It was one thing to dress like that at home, but to appear in public like this took considerable courage.
But Liang Feng didn’t let his thoughts show on his face. He took a step forward and bowed, saying, “Chen Jun Liang Feng pays his respects to Minister of Works Wang.”
Sitting at the main seat, Wang Yan put down his wine cup and squinted his slender phoenix eyes as he observed the newcomer. This was the first time he had seen the renowned Shangdang Prefect, though his reputation preceded him. Despite being situated in the borderlands of Bing County, Liang Feng’s name had long been circulated in Luoyang. Not to mention his involvement in the Buddhist crisis, just his past achievement of defeating Yan Ji and seizing Shangdang had already left a mark in the minds of the officials.
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However, a reputation was one thing. Who would have thought he could create so many disturbances in Bing County? Repelling the Xiongnu invaders was one thing, but the solar eclipse, the capture of Yangyi, and the relief of Jinyang were all unexpected developments. Now, even the young Emperor was inquiring about him. Naturally, Minister of Works Wang Yan couldn’t remain indifferent.
Therefore, Wang Yan, acting on behalf of Sima Yue, had come to test the depth of this Shangdang Prefect. To see where his true loyalty lay.
The feast was prepared, and the atmosphere was set for scholarly discussion. However, upon this first glance, Wang Yan couldn’t help but silently praise the appearance.
The newcomer wore a simple robe, free of makeup, fragrances, or adornments. In fact, his simplicity only emphasized his natural beauty. Moreover, his tall and slender stature, combined with his somewhat sickly and pallid appearance, stirred sympathy. Wang Yan, who took pride in his own good looks, had an appreciation for those with fine appearances. If it was just based on looks, this man was already up to standard.
Nonetheless, Wang Yan’s admiration was only a brief thought. He shook the white jade-headed fly whisk in his hand and laughed, “I didn’t expect Prefect Liang to have such a distinguished appearance. However, why are you so restrained on such a scorching summer day?”
Indeed, among those present, most had an attire with an exposed chest. However, Liang Feng was dressed in a traditional manner. To put it simply, he displayed neither a flamboyant demeanor nor a willingness to conform to their style. This act of nonconformity carried a subtle hint of arrogance.
Liang Feng merely smiled and replied, “When the heart is at ease, there’s no need to follow conventions. Clothes are just outer coverings; wearing what feels comfortable is enough.”
His response was neutral, devoid of either excessive humility or arrogance. He didn’t immediately undo his clothing to flatter them or maintain a stern face while discussing morals and etiquette. This answer was well-received, not only by Wang Yan but also by the others sitting nearby. They all laughed heartily and praised his words.
Wang Yan joined in the laughter, “This young man’s appearance is no less than Wei Jijiu’s! Come, let us sit and enjoy our drinks!”
The Wei Jijiu he mentioned was the recently appointed Tai Fu Xi Ge Jijiu. He came from a prestigious family, and his exquisite appearance had also made him quite famous in Luoyang. In terms of appearance, these two men were indeed similar.
Liang Feng did not refuse and took a seat at the guest table.
Immediately, a maidservant poured a full glass of wine and placed it in front of Liang Feng. Although wine was forbidden for him, he did not raise his glass. Instead, he explained, “I am currently taking medication and cannot drink. I hope Minister Wang will understand.”
“Oh?” Wang Yan was surprised by Liang Feng’s direct refusal. He raised an eyebrow and inquired, “What ailment does Prefect Liang suffer from?”
“The improper use of medication has caused a stubborn illness,” Liang Feng replied calmly.
This response took Wang Yan aback. Countless literati have suffered from issues due to the misuse of the Cold Food Elixir. The severity of the symptoms varied, but excessive consumption often resulted in restlessness and irritability. It was difficult to maintain composure. How could Liang Feng be so calm?
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However, when he observed Liang Feng’s demeanor closely, Wang Yan had to admit that the signs of illness were not feigned. The symptoms resulting from the misuse of the elixir were easy to detect, and they couldn’t be faked. Liang Feng’s claim seemed to have some validity.
Wang Yan himself had also used the elixir, and facing this kind of ailment, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Liang Feng. He didn’t mind and suggested, “I didn’t expect Prefect Liang to have the elixir’s side effects. Remove the wine, and let’s substitute it with tea!”
Regardless of Wang Yan’s personal temperament, his presence had a soothing effect. Liang Feng smiled slightly and responded, “Thank you, Minister Wang.”
Wang Yan didn’t dwell on this matter. Instead, he introduced the people around him to Liang Feng. The individuals at the table were all well-known figures, including Xie Kun, Yu Diao, and Huwu Fu Zhi, all of whom were close friends who shared Wang Yan’s interests. They were experienced in discussing profound matters and indulging in extravagant behaviors, making them well-versed in both.
Surrounded by this group of people, Liang Feng’s demeanor became more noticeable.
Indeed, right after Wang Yan introduced everyone, a short and stout man sitting nearby spoke up, “I’ve heard of Prefect Liang’s great name, and now that we meet, I’m curious. Is the matter about being a Buddhist disciple true?”
The journey from Taihang Pass to Luoyang was far from smooth. The mountainous terrain made the road rugged, and switching to an ox cart only added to the discomfort. However, during this journey, Liang Feng didn’t experience much of the usual bumps and jolts. This was because he spent a significant portion of the trip in a deep slumber, much more than usual. Even with Jiang Da accompanying him, there was little they could do.
It was like a lingering aftereffect of withdrawal, not as intense but persistently dragging on. It brought a sense of low mood and fatigue. Even though he clearly understood the reason behind it, he still couldn’t shake it off.
In terms of the effects of the Cold Food Powder, it was akin to a stimulant drug, like some form of ancient cocaine. It could clear one’s mind, increase sexual desire, and provoke mood swings. However, the withdrawal symptoms were far more intense than with cocaine, possibly due to the added effects of heavy metal poisoning.
To deal with this situation, Liang Feng had specifically consulted Jiang Da. However, even the knowledgeable Dr. Jiang couldn’t provide a clear explanation. The formula for the Cold Food Powder was too complex, and those who understood its pharmacology, mostly noble youths who prepared it themselves, could barely control the drug’s components. When it came to buying it from apothecaries, the ingredients were too obscure, and it was unclear what they might be mixed with.
In this dazed state, the small caravan made its way into Luoyang. Unlike during the time of Emperor Taikang, the once glorious capital now lay in ruins due to the recent chaos. The streets were littered with broken walls, and even the people had a weary look. The consequences of the earlier looting by Zhang Fang and the chaos that followed had not yet completely dissipated.
However, as they passed through the outer city and entered the inner city, the atmosphere gradually improved. Despite the impact of the recent war on these officials’ mansions, government offices, and academies, several months had been enough for them to regain their former lifestyle. The streets lined with Chinese parasol and poplar trees, as well as the grand “palaces of the nobility,” always stood tall and resplendent, presenting a dignified image regardless of the circumstances.
Liang Feng and his entourage were accommodated in an official residence. Although he had come for an audience, imperial court sessions were not held every day. Following the tradition of Emperor Jing of Han, there was a regular court session held every five days, known as the “Regular Court.” This meant that every five days, the emperor would gather and summon his officials. Moreover, not just anyone could attend such high-level government meetings. Only those qualified to attend the Regular Court were known as courtiers.
Liang Feng held the position of Prefect and thus was not among the courtiers. To have an audience with the emperor, he had to wait for the imperial summons. The next Regular Court was scheduled in three days, and during this time, he could only stay obediently in the official residence.
In theory, Liang Feng could use this opportunity to visit friends and acquaintances in Luoyang, even establish connections and discover the true reason the Emperor summoned him to the capital. Unfortunately, the Liang family had not held official positions for several generations, and Luoyang had experienced multiple upheavals. From Luoyang to Ye City, and then from Chang’an to Luoyang, many officials who had accompanied the Court had either died or scattered in the chaos. Even if it were someone like Cui Ji to inquire, they might not be able to get a clear picture of the political situation in the Court.
Given this situation, it was more reasonable to stay in the official residence and recuperate. However, before Liang Feng could make any moves, someone came to him.
A formal invitation arrived at the official residence, and it was from the current Minister of Works, Wang Yan, inviting him to a banquet.
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Facing this invitation, Cui Ji sighed softly, “I’m afraid it’s the Chief Minister’s idea.”
Wang Yan had consistently advanced in his official career, thriving since the time of Emperor Wudi. Although he had few achievements, his reputation was substantial. His talent and elegant appearance, coupled with his mastery of metaphysical philosophy and eloquent discourse, made him a model in the scholar’s community and a role model among literati. After Sima Yue took over as the Chief Minister, he regarded Wang Yan as a trusted confidant. Sima Yue, not being a direct descendant of Emperor Wudi, required the support of the northeastern gentry. Wang Yan’s influence, which enhanced his own position and that of the Wang family, was the ideal solution. This led to the rise of Wang Yan’s fame and subsequently brought his younger brother, Wang Cheng, and clan brother, Wang Dun, into prominent positions, all being heavily favored by Sima Yue.
Now that Liao Feng had just arrived in Luoyang and received such a significant invitation, it was apparent that it was orchestrated by Sima Yue.
“Minister Wang has invited me, and I shall honor the invitation,” Liang Feng smiled and left the invitation on the table.
Having come this far, there was no need to be overly cautious. Simply accept the invitation and let them see him. Additionally, it was a chance to probe their intentions for his visit to Luoyang.
Cui Ji understood that it was necessary and offered a final reminder, “Minister Wang is known for his elegance and is a leading literatus. Your demeanor is excellent, and you should gain his favor. However, it would be wise to avoid discussions related to Buddhism and Daoism…”
Wang Yan leaned toward Daoist philosophy and was particularly skilled in metaphysical discussions. If a debate on Buddhist and Daoist matters were to arise during this gathering, it might lead to ridicule or embarrassing situations. This would be far from ideal.
“Can one truly avoid such matters?” Liang Feng asked in response.
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Cui Ji was momentarily at a loss for words. Indeed, if someone had the intention to create difficulties, how could you avoid it?
Seeing Cui Ji’s silence, Liang Feng shook his head, “Let’s play it by ear.”
The next day, Liang Feng and Cui Ji both boarded a carriage and made their way to the residence of the Minister of Works, Wang Yan. With Cui Ji’s advice, Liang Feng dressed in traditional formal attire with a loose robe, proper shoes, and a silk headdress. He appeared neat and dignified, without any makeup on his face, displaying a somewhat sickly look combined with a serious demeanor as they arrived for their visit.
Guided by attendants, they crossed winding corridors and intricate pavilions, heading toward the rear courtyard of the Minister of Works’ residence. June was a time of scorching heat, but within the residence of the Minister of Works, greenery abounded, and the surrounding waters cooled the air, pushing back the summer heat. When they entered the courtyard, the clamor of voices and music wafted in on the breeze. At the massive pavilion by the water, a group of people were reveling and enjoying themselves.
The man leading the group, around fifty years of age, had a youthful appearance that radiated an ethereal aura, as if untouched by the passage of time. His attire was eye-catching, with an open robe and exposed chest, no headdress, and wooden clogs. He looked more like someone who was inebriated than a host receiving guests. Surrounding him were seven or eight companions, most of them dressed similarly, with disheveled clothing, lounging around, and exuding an air of unruly nonchalance.
Liang Feng’s corner of the eye twitched slightly, for this was the fashionable attire among the literati of the time.
Influenced by the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, nonconformity had become the mainstream behavior among scholars, and going half-naked or reclining with nonchalance was no longer seen as uncultured but as a way to express one’s demeanor and personality. However, it wasn’t without the influence of the Cold Food Elixir.
However, such attire was something Liang Feng could not tolerate. The so-called “exposed chest” was essentially a type of undershirt or a bellyband. A group of middle-aged men with beards, dressed in loose robes and exposed bellies or shriveled and wrinkled chests, was hard to look at. It was one thing to dress like that at home, but to appear in public like this took considerable courage.
But Liang Feng didn’t let his thoughts show on his face. He took a step forward and bowed, saying, “Chen Jun Liang Feng pays his respects to Minister of Works Wang.”
Sitting at the main seat, Wang Yan put down his wine cup and squinted his slender phoenix eyes as he observed the newcomer. This was the first time he had seen the renowned Shangdang Prefect, though his reputation preceded him. Despite being situated in the borderlands of Bing County, Liang Feng’s name had long been circulated in Luoyang. Not to mention his involvement in the Buddhist crisis, just his past achievement of defeating Yan Ji and seizing Shangdang had already left a mark in the minds of the officials.
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However, a reputation was one thing. Who would have thought he could create so many disturbances in Bing County? Repelling the Xiongnu invaders was one thing, but the solar eclipse, the capture of Yangyi, and the relief of Jinyang were all unexpected developments. Now, even the young Emperor was inquiring about him. Naturally, Minister of Works Wang Yan couldn’t remain indifferent.
Therefore, Wang Yan, acting on behalf of Sima Yue, had come to test the depth of this Shangdang Prefect. To see where his true loyalty lay.
The feast was prepared, and the atmosphere was set for scholarly discussion. However, upon this first glance, Wang Yan couldn’t help but silently praise the appearance.
The newcomer wore a simple robe, free of makeup, fragrances, or adornments. In fact, his simplicity only emphasized his natural beauty. Moreover, his tall and slender stature, combined with his somewhat sickly and pallid appearance, stirred sympathy. Wang Yan, who took pride in his own good looks, had an appreciation for those with fine appearances. If it was just based on looks, this man was already up to standard.
Nonetheless, Wang Yan’s admiration was only a brief thought. He shook the white jade-headed fly whisk in his hand and laughed, “I didn’t expect Prefect Liang to have such a distinguished appearance. However, why are you so restrained on such a scorching summer day?”
Indeed, among those present, most had an attire with an exposed chest. However, Liang Feng was dressed in a traditional manner. To put it simply, he displayed neither a flamboyant demeanor nor a willingness to conform to their style. This act of nonconformity carried a subtle hint of arrogance.
Liang Feng merely smiled and replied, “When the heart is at ease, there’s no need to follow conventions. Clothes are just outer coverings; wearing what feels comfortable is enough.”
His response was neutral, devoid of either excessive humility or arrogance. He didn’t immediately undo his clothing to flatter them or maintain a stern face while discussing morals and etiquette. This answer was well-received, not only by Wang Yan but also by the others sitting nearby. They all laughed heartily and praised his words.
Wang Yan joined in the laughter, “This young man’s appearance is no less than Wei Jijiu’s! Come, let us sit and enjoy our drinks!”
The Wei Jijiu he mentioned was the recently appointed Tai Fu Xi Ge Jijiu. He came from a prestigious family, and his exquisite appearance had also made him quite famous in Luoyang. In terms of appearance, these two men were indeed similar.
Liang Feng did not refuse and took a seat at the guest table.
Immediately, a maidservant poured a full glass of wine and placed it in front of Liang Feng. Although wine was forbidden for him, he did not raise his glass. Instead, he explained, “I am currently taking medication and cannot drink. I hope Minister Wang will understand.”
“Oh?” Wang Yan was surprised by Liang Feng’s direct refusal. He raised an eyebrow and inquired, “What ailment does Prefect Liang suffer from?”
“The improper use of medication has caused a stubborn illness,” Liang Feng replied calmly.
This response took Wang Yan aback. Countless literati have suffered from issues due to the misuse of the Cold Food Elixir. The severity of the symptoms varied, but excessive consumption often resulted in restlessness and irritability. It was difficult to maintain composure. How could Liang Feng be so calm?
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However, when he observed Liang Feng’s demeanor closely, Wang Yan had to admit that the signs of illness were not feigned. The symptoms resulting from the misuse of the elixir were easy to detect, and they couldn’t be faked. Liang Feng’s claim seemed to have some validity.
Wang Yan himself had also used the elixir, and facing this kind of ailment, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Liang Feng. He didn’t mind and suggested, “I didn’t expect Prefect Liang to have the elixir’s side effects. Remove the wine, and let’s substitute it with tea!”
Regardless of Wang Yan’s personal temperament, his presence had a soothing effect. Liang Feng smiled slightly and responded, “Thank you, Minister Wang.”
Wang Yan didn’t dwell on this matter. Instead, he introduced the people around him to Liang Feng. The individuals at the table were all well-known figures, including Xie Kun, Yu Diao, and Huwu Fu Zhi, all of whom were close friends who shared Wang Yan’s interests. They were experienced in discussing profound matters and indulging in extravagant behaviors, making them well-versed in both.
Surrounded by this group of people, Liang Feng’s demeanor became more noticeable.
Indeed, right after Wang Yan introduced everyone, a short and stout man sitting nearby spoke up, “I’ve heard of Prefect Liang’s great name, and now that we meet, I’m curious. Is the matter about being a Buddhist disciple true?”
