Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Zhang Chang looked at Fang Zheng Yi in surprise.

How could this be? Wasn't this person just a brute? How could he so easily dispel the hostility of most people?

It seems I underestimated this person...

Seeing Fang Zheng Yi walking back quickly, Zhang Chang immediately greeted him with a smile.

He was about to speak when Fang Zheng Yi put his arm around his shoulders.

Fang Zheng Yi's voice, filled with murderous intent, came from his ear: "Boy, if you want to get revenge for Jia Liang, you can come and mess with me anytime, but today... I'm not in the mood to play with you, Zhang Biao!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Biao silently pulled open half of his clothes, revealing a row of chilling throwing knives...

Zhang Chang was immediately terrified, and cold sweat poured down.

What does Fang Zheng Yi mean!? He wants to kill someone at the slightest disagreement? And threaten me with a weapon?

He stammered: "Lord... Lord Fang is joking, I just wanted to see Lord Fang's demeanor."

Fang Zheng Yi sneered: "Demeanor? ... You'll regret it if you really see it..."

"Heh... heh... I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare..." At this moment, Zhang Chang shrank like a quail, his eyes fixed on the throwing knives under Zhang Biao's clothes.

He was afraid that they would be thrown out in the next second.

Fang Zheng Yi's expression changed from gloomy to clear, and he patted Zhang Chang's face with a smile: "If you provoke me again, you won't have a good time!... Don't say I didn't warn you... Get lost!"

Zhang Chang's face was pale, and he nodded repeatedly. As soon as Fang Zheng Yi let go, he immediately fled in panic.

Looking at Zhang Chang's desolate departing figure, Fang Zheng Yi was very disdainful.

As expected, these young masters in the capital grew up in a honeypot and have never seen real weapons.

They shrink at the slightest scare...

"Alright, put the things away and come with me to see where Li Yuan has gone!"

This scene was completely seen by Ning Hongyuan, who was sitting not far away. Then, he smiled slightly, bid farewell to the others at the table, and followed the bleakly departing Zhang Chang.

.....

Inside the cabin, there was a lively discussion about poetry, but Fang Zheng Yi had already stepped out of the cabin and headed straight for the ship's side.

He immediately saw Li Yuanzhao arguing with a servant.

Fang Zheng Yi was amused when he saw this and hurried over: "What's wrong? Why are you fighting?"

When the servant saw Fang Zheng Yi's gorgeous clothes, he bowed and said: "Young master, he is your guard, right? Just now, I was throwing leftover food into the river, and he stopped me, so we quarreled. You must be the judge for me."

"Huh?" Fang Zheng Yi looked at Li Yuanzhao in confusion.

Li Yuanzhao complained: "Lao Fang! You don't know, there was still more than half of the food left, and this bastard just threw it all into the river!"

"Look, there are still beggars across the lake, isn't this a waste? I scolded him, but he still refused to admit it!"

A wise Crown Prince indeed!

Fang Zheng Yi immediately stood in awe! He raised his hand and gave the servant a big slap!

"Who told you to throw it away indiscriminately! Waste is shameful!"

After receiving a slap, the servant was stunned, and tears almost fell down.

He cried and said: "Young master, I'm wronged! Those are all leftovers that no one eats anymore. That's how they are usually handled! !"

Fang Zheng Yi took out a small ingot of silver from his pocket and handed it to the servant: "No need to explain. Keep all the leftover food for me, and I'll take it away when I get off the boat. Remember, no soup!"

When the servant saw the silver, he immediately nodded and bowed: "Okay! Don't worry!"

Turning his head, the servant's face immediately changed, and he muttered: "Poor wretch... Bah... Like a dog!"

"Lao Fang, he's scolding you!" Li Yuanzhao had sharp ears and immediately heard the servant's complaint.

The servant ran away in a puff of smoke when he heard this.

Fang Zheng Yi waved his hand: "Let him scold me, there are many people who scold me, it won't cost me a piece of meat. But why did you suddenly think of keeping these leftovers?"

Li Yuanzhao looked at the servant's back with hatred: "What else could I think? Some people can't get enough to eat! And some people throw it into the river!"

"I saw the people eating thin porridge at their homes, but here there is a feast of meat and wine, and it is thrown into the river! Is there any justice in this?"

Fang Zheng Yi patted Li Yuanzhao's shoulder and sighed: "This is called 'behind the vermillion gates, meat and wine are left to rot, while on the road lie the bones of those who have frozen to death.' The world is sometimes like this, don't rush, take it slow."

"I'll accompany you to give the leftovers to the beggars when we get off the boat later."

"It's cold outside, let's go! Come inside with me!"

Li Yuanzhao looked a little lost, but he honestly followed Fang Zheng Yi back.

Fang Zheng Yi glanced at him: "What? Are you angry?"

"Yes! My hands are very itchy now, and I want to beat someone up!"

"Hey, what a coincidence, I think so too, then why don't we go back and beat Liu Jin!"

"Okay!"

..................

The two returned to their original positions. At this time, the hall was already bustling with noise!

The poems posted on the display wall had already been covered with many layers. There were maids downstairs in charge of copying them, and after they were written, they would be sent to Luo Ningxin's boudoir. After the comments, maids would pass back wooden plaques, which were basically divided into upper, middle, and lower grades.

Of course, the most important thing was still the comments among the scholars. After all, no matter how beautiful the courtesan was, the core of this poetry contest was still poetry.

Zhang Chang was still sitting in his chair in shock. The people on both sides of him only forced a twitch of their mouths when they spoke to him, and then remained silent, his eyes occasionally darting around.

Ning Hongyuan observed for a while and then leaned forward, whispering in Zhang Chang's ear: "Young Master Zhang? Can we talk in private?"

Zhang Chang turned his head woodenly and glanced at him, then continued to be in a daze.

Ning Hongyuan helplessly said in a low voice again: "Fang Zheng Yi...."

Zhang Chang shuddered and came back to his senses, looking at Ning Hongyuan again: "Who are you?"

"I am Ning Hongyuan... Young Master Zhang, I wonder if we can find a suitable place to talk?"

"Ah... let's go, let's go, let's go!"

The two found a secluded place, and Ning Hongyuan bowed first: "Hongyuan has met Young Master Zhang!"

"I don't know you? Who invited you here?" Zhang Chang stared at Ning Hongyuan, constantly thinking in his mind.

Ning Hongyuan smiled slightly: "Young master, the invitation to the poetry contest was obtained by chance, but these are not important."

"What's important is that I just saw Fang Zheng Yi seemed to be threatening Young Master Zhang, and I was so indignant that I dared to disturb you!"

Zhang Chang's face was a little flushed. He didn't expect such an embarrassing side of himself to be seen by this pretty boy in front of him.

"What do you want to do!?"

"I have no demands, I just think that Fang Zheng Yi is too much. Seeing that the young master is a little flustered... so I specially came to remind you..."

"Remind me of what?"

Ning Hongyuan frowned: "Just now, did Fang Zheng Yi threaten Young Master Zhang with force?"

Recalling what happened just now, Zhang Chang could not help but feel a little panicked, and closed his eyes painfully: "Yes! They have weapons, knives... many knives! Fang Zheng Yi said that if I provoke him again, then... then I won't have a good time..."

Ning Hongyuan glanced at him contemptuously. He didn't expect that Zhang Chang, who was considered elegant and well-mannered, would reveal his true colors after being frightened. This courage was too small.

So he said painfully: "Young master, you are confused! How dare Fang Zheng Yi touch you at all?"

"He is now on duty in the East Palace teaching the Crown Prince, and you are the son of a high-ranking official in the court. How stupid would Fang Zheng Yi have to be to commit violence against you?"

"If he really dares to do it, I'm afraid the emperor will immediately remove him from his position and put him in the heavenly prison! Tell me, how can such a person teach the Crown Prince?"

"What's more, your father is also in the court, he still has to weigh it!"

"So I can be sure that Fang Zheng Yi will never dare to touch a hair on your head!"