Dao Fruit

"Qiu Yan is here?"

In the backyard, Pang Qianru listened to the report of the young man in green clothes, stood up from the chair, and then sent the young man away.

Today, she was not wearing a military uniform, but a Confucian uniform, but she did not deliberately dress up like a man. Her black and smooth hair hung straight down to her waist. When she stood up, her hair was flying.

"He's here after all. This person is really hard to find. I want to see what kind of talent this talented person that Qianmei you have been dreaming about has, and whether he is really as talented as Wen Zhizhen. "

While speaking, she turned her head and looked to her side, and what she saw was Song Qian's coquettish and angry look.

"Sister, don't talk nonsense. I'm not looking for Mr. Qiu out of personal love!" Song Qian's face turned red and she retorted.

Seeing her appearance, Pang Qianru's eyes flashed with jealousy, but she kept her appearance as usual and smiled: "Okay, let's not talk about it. Since Qiu Yan is here, we should go out to greet him. Today, I have prepared something for him. A big gift, of course, can only be given after he and Wen Zhizhen decide the winner."

"Sister, why do you need to provoke a fight between Mr. Qiu and Wen Zhizhen?" Song Qian looked puzzled, "Besides, didn't you mean to attack Wen Zhizhen? Even if you deliberately approach him, there is no need to make him fight with others."

"Are you feeling distressed now?" Pang Qianru raised her eyebrows, "Are you afraid that Qiu Yan is not worthy of his reputation and reveals his true form in front of everyone? Although Wen Zhizhen said he has a good reputation, he also took advantage of that silly girl from the Xu family, but even if there are people to help him, his reputation can improve , still relying on himself, but Qiu Yan has a bit of a showmanship. I am not the only one who wants to know which one of these two people is more talented and which one is lower. "

"Sister, is this arrangement to prove Qiu Yan's talent?" Song Qian asked back.

"If he is talented, this plan can only help him," Pang Qianru put away her smile and replied lightly, "Besides, I am not young, and I have reached the age of marriage, but I should marry a promising man. This person It doesn’t matter who you are, the key is to have enough fame so as not to lose the reputation of my Anyang Marquis Mansion!”

Song Qian changed color slightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but before the words came out, there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside the door, interrupting him, and then he saw the young man in green running back staggeringly.

"Why are you here again?" Pang Qianru frowned, "In a hurry. What's going on?"

"Report to the lady, something happened in the front yard!" The boy calmed down after being scolded, suppressed his anxiety, and replied with clasped fists.

Pang Qianru was slightly surprised and said: "What's going on? Is someone making trouble in Anyang Courtyard?"

The boy quickly said: "It was Qiu Yan who asked us to pay attention to it. For some reason, he got into an argument with someone and put down his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He said he wanted to use the method of literary fighting to show off!"

"A showdown with someone?" Pang Qianru was stunned at first, and then laughed, "I wanted to see this Qiu Yan several times before, but I couldn't. I was still thinking about what kind of person he was. I didn't expect that even Yang Xin I don’t have any effort, I can’t hold my breath, it’s only been a while since I’ve been here, and I’m about to fight someone.”

Said. She didn't panic and asked the boy again: "Who is fighting with him?"

The boy looked troubled and replied: "That man's reputation is not very good. You will have to wait until I ask him to find out."

"In other words, he is a nobody?" Pang Qianru shook her head. "Has this Qiu Yan never seen the world? Nowadays, people in the city compare him to Wen Zhizhen, but when he came here, he competed with an unknown person and lost his status for nothing!" As she spoke, her His face was full of disappointment.

"Sister!" Song Qian said from the side, with dissatisfaction in her words.

"Okay, I get it." Pang Qianru looked back and smiled, then waved her hand to let the boy retreat, "Okay, let's not talk anymore. The visitor is a guest. No matter whether Qiu Yan exaggerated or not, we have to let him go. Invitation, you also have something to ask him about, so you should go over and have a look. Moreover, the banquet has not even started yet, and something like this happens. If it spreads, it will not be good. If Qiu Yan loses , it will be even more troublesome, and even Wen Zhizhen, who is equally famous as him, will inevitably be affected. "

Although Song Qian was dissatisfied, she knew that the servant did not dare to falsely report the news, but it was difficult to refute, so she wanted to go out to see what happened.

But before the two of them could take two steps, the young man came back, followed by a maid, both of whom looked anxious.

"What's wrong?" Pang Qianru raised her eyebrows, showing an unhappy look.

This expression shocked the young man and the maid, and then they rushed to speak, like a barrage of words, which seemed extremely chaotic.

"Shut up, tell me!" Pang Qianru snorted coldly, stopped the two of them from talking, and pointed at the boy and ordered.

"Yes, miss, something happened again." The boy nodded and replied.

"Is it caused by Qiu Yan?" The unhappiness on Pang Qianru's face became more and more intense.

"It was him who caused it," the boy nodded, "that Mr. Qiu... Scholar Qiu was fighting with the humanities, so he asked someone to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones for him. But after getting them, he scribbled on the paper and messed up with him. The scholar who was fighting was so angry!" Seeing that Pang Qianru's expression was wrong, he quickly changed his words, but what he said made Pang Qianru confused.

"Crazy?" Pang Qianru chewed the word, "Can literary fights make people crazy? Could it be that they hit their heads?"

"This..." The young man had never read a book, so how could he know the reason? He could only secretly look at the maid. The latter understood and took over the words: "I don't know the specific reason. I'm just waiting for Qiu Yan's painting to be ready." , The scholar who was fighting with him seemed to have lost his soul, holding the scroll in a daze, and whispering repeatedly, as if he was suffering from hysteria. "

"Hysteria? Painting? Are you saying that Qiu Yan was fighting against humanities, and ended up just painting a picture, which made the other person lose his mind? How long did it take before and after? What can he draw? Isn't this nonsense?" Pang Qianru felt that her brain was full of nonsense. It's a bit overwhelming, and there are some thoughts that I can't turn around.

But before she could think clearly, there was another sound of footsteps, and then she saw two servants running over in a panic. Before they arrived, the sound came first——

"Miss! Oh no! Things are getting serious!"

"What's going on! What's going on!" Pang Qianru's eyes widened. She was no longer as calm as before and felt that things were out of control. "Is it Qiu Yan's fault?"

The two servants came to him, clasping their fists and bending over. He said anxiously: "Yes, it is that Scholar Qiu. He has fought with more than a dozen people, both writing and painting, and made those scholars talk. Now there are at least thirty scholars around. It’s already difficult to maintain order. If it continues like this, the city patrol will be called in, and it’s hard to explain!”

Hearing this, Pang Qianru was shocked. It's okay to invite everyone, but if the situation gets out of control and trouble occurs, it will be a gathering of people. This is the most taboo thing at the foot of the Imperial City.

"Has this Qiu Yan really read a book? How come he doesn't know how to restrain himself at all? He actually caused such a big thing!" Pang Qianru took a deep breath, suppressed her emotional fluctuations, and her eyes turned cold, "It seems that this Qiu Yan is indeed It's not worthy of its reputation, and I don't know how it got its reputation." As she spoke, she glanced at Song Qian deliberately. The latter bit his lip slightly and did not make a sound.

Pang Qianru stopped caring about her, stepped forward and gave instructions: "Since something has happened, the top priority is to calm down the incident. It is not suitable for me and other women to go. In this case, you can take a few guards and separate Qiu Yan from the crowd first. Then bring him here. I want to ask questions, at least not to let the situation escalate. As for the errand of appeasing the scholar, go ahead and do it quickly!"

When she spoke, she was no longer polite to Qiu Yan. There was no trace of a girlish look on her face. Instead, she had the attitude of a general making a decisive decision before the battle.

The servants and many servants didn't think it was strange. They bowed their heads and accepted orders, just like generals who were ordered to general, turned around and left!

Looking at the backs of several people as they left, Pang Qianru shook her head: "It's really disappointing that meeting someone is not as good as being famous."

After saying that, she turned to look at Song Qian and continued: "Don't worry, I asked someone to bring him here just to save him from danger. This Qiu Yan was pretending before, but now it seems that he doesn't know how to advance or retreat. You If you want to ask him anything, don't be polite. Ask him directly after he is brought here. If he still pretends to be extraordinary, then don't blame me for being rude! "

Song Qian just frowned and said nothing, her heart was in confusion, recalling Qiu Yan's past experience in Wuxin City, full of doubts. In her impression, Qiu Yan was by no means a reckless person, so why did he cause trouble today?

Seeing Song Qian frowning and saying nothing, Pang Qianru didn't urge her, she just smiled coldly and said to herself: "Before this, it was Qiu Yan who took the initiative, but from now on, the initiative has changed hands!"

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"Give in, give in!"

In the front yard, a young man in green clothes led three muscular men towards the crowd.

The crowd gathered in front of the main entrance of the lobby. At a glance, there were layers of people inside and outside.

Seeing this, the boy shook his head and muttered in his heart: "These scholars are really useless. They only dare to surround them and dare not take action." In his heart, a sense of superiority arose spontaneously, and he felt that although he was illiterate, he was better than these scholars. On many.

After thinking about it, he turned around and said, "Separate the crowd, and I'll pull Qiu Yan out!"

The three men nodded and worked cleverly to separate the crowd. People along the way were separated unknowingly. The boy followed closely behind and soon reached the center, then let out a light sigh.

He found that although many people gathered around him, the place where Qiu Yan was was vacant. He was writing alone on the low table.

"Sure enough, they are all embroidered pillows!" Although he felt strange in his heart, he still stubbornly believed that this was the reason why the scholars did not dare to do anything.

"They don't dare, but I'm not afraid. What a talented man, he's got a reputation for nothing! Let him make a fool of himself again!"

Thinking like this, he took a step forward, grabbing Qiu Yan's arm, trying to pull him down, shouting: "Okay, don't hold on, my lady asked me to take you there!"

Unexpectedly, before his hand could grab it, there were angry scoldings coming from all around——

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

"Stop! What are you going to do!"

"Come here to disturb me? You are seeking death!"

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