Hou Xuanyan had already understood this attitude. It must be that his personal soldiers were too arrogant just now, which made this scholar-like person angry and came to reason.

He was not a mean and stingy person. Since he was not an assassination, he was too lazy to care about the scared scholar in front of him.

Hou Xuanyan waved his hand and signaled the personal soldiers to put away their weapons. He curled his lips and said with a smile: "This guy, maybe he was drunk and admitted his mistake. Please bring him to the door when he went out. My brother and I still have to have a drink."

Bian Yujing knew his identity, but he didn't expect that Duke Yue, who was so famous, was so easy to talk. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that he was so generous because he thought of his relationship with him. In a state of ecstasy, a blush appeared on his cheeks, and he held the corner of his skirt and blessed with a slim waist. He bowed, "Thank you for being generous, young master." After saying that, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. He saw that the young man who led his troops into Jinling and killed all over the world was less scholarly, and now he had more masculine beauty as a long battle on the battlefield. Coupled with his long-term temperament, it made people feel disappointed.

Liu Rushi next to him, his heart was pounding when he saw that it was Hou Xuanyan. He looked at him calmly and did not look at him more, so he was relieved. Thinking of what happened that day, Liu Rushi was so embarrassed that he turned around and ran away in panic.

Wu Meicun was originally going to calm down, but seeing the reactions of the two beauties, especially Bian Yujing, who was regarded as her forbidden body, was always above the top of the head, and was so humble to this man, which touched his stubbornness.

He snorted coldly: "If you want to have wine, you can first paint the wrong poems on the wall, and then apologize to the scholars who have been bullied by you."

The restaurant business was very popular. When he heard the news, someone slowly came to watch the fun. Hou Xuanyan took a fancy to the elegance of this restaurant. This time he had the same vision as a scholar, so some literati gathered around him.

A young man in the crowd who was dressed in an ordinary manner and could not be seen even if he was so crowded that he was about to come forward. He was pulled by his companions and the young man looked back in confusion.

"The beauty is on the side, giving the Duke a chance to show his performance."

The young people understand it, smile knowingly, and hide in the crowd again.

They are secret spies of Qianxiang Camp. Since Hou Xuan moved to the ground in Jinling, Qianxiang Camp has begun to protect it secretly.

Hou Xuanyan had no intention of making trouble, but he didn't expect that the scholar would still be reluctant. His eyes formed a crack and he would be powerful without anger.

The heroes of this era showed up in public and interacted with the powerful and powerful officials. They were used to being in the warmth and warmth of human feelings in their teens and could understand the minds of men best. When Bian Yujing saw Hou Xuan's appearance, he knew that he was about to have anger. Thinking of this man's overwhelming power, the few people on his side could not withstand his anger. They didn't care about the more and more people watching. Bian Yujing knelt down and begged for mercy: "Young Master, don't bother with him, he also lost his composure after drinking."

The crowd was suddenly filled with surprise. Bian Ser on the Qinhuai River was the head of the flower. I don’t know how many giants, princes, poets and celebrities were her admirers. Even if those present did not recognize her appearance, they were shocked. When they were told by their companions, they found the identity of this beauty even more incredible. When they looked at Hou Xuanyan, they became cautious.

Hou Xuanyan snorted coldly. He did not have the vulgar idea of ​​showing off his majesty in the market. The influence of later culture made him subconsciously feel that people are equal. But this scholar was really hateful. Just like a collision, he waved his hand in disgust: "Bian Sai'er, take this idiot out of my sight, and I just pretend that nothing has happened."

Wu Meicun is much more famous in Jiangnan than Hou Xuan. He is the second-tier and a well-known figure in Shilin.

The crowd of people who eat melons in the crowd pointed and pointed at them. Especially the beauties are very kind, so they naturally have no shortage of gloating and jealousy. They speak sourly and jealously, and their words are particularly unpleasant.

"Isn't that Mr. Umemura? I'm afraid I'll encounter a iron plate this time."

"Hehe, I've heard that Wu Meicun was fortunate to be favored by Bian Xingshou, but I didn't expect that this time I had to rely on women to plead with him."

"Oh, you didn't see him as the second-place winner in high school back then. How glorious it was..."

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Wu Meicun listened to the cold gossip next to him, his face turned red from red, and then turned red. For several days, he had been running around to rescue his companions for the regicide case, and all of them were caused.

Their people who reopened the society became arrogant and even the emperor dared to scold him. It can be said that they refused to recognize their relatives, which was very terrible. The crazy Wu Meicun pushed Bian Yujing to the ground. When the melon-eating crowd saw the delicate Bian Xingshou, they were pushed around and filled with righteous indignation. The whole building felt distressed.

"It's ridiculous that you don't know the literary style, and you have to be polite and elegant. Learn from others to recite poems and write bad poems, and leave the crooked and crooked poems in this elegant place. I advise you to wipe them out, but in fact, it is to take into account your face and not let your ancestors and ancestors be ashamed to the nine springs. Yes, if your ancestors have some shame, they will not raise jokes like you. Do you want to scare me off with your minions and swords? Let the dogs cut them and hear if my bones will make a sound!"

Bian Yujing's skin is so delicate that when he pushed it, he felt a little sad: He would not care about me at all, and he treated me like this in front of so many people.

When he heard Wu Meicun's heroic words, he was so scared that he lost his soul and lost his appearance.

Sure enough, Hou Xuanyan's expression gradually became cold and awe-inspiring. You can look down on my poems, but you can jump out and point fingers, and you will be arrogant and crazy, with all living beings turbid and me alone. This unreasonable and unreasonable virtue reminded Hou Xuanyan of the disgusting useless civil officials in the court. Especially when he was insulting his ancestors, it was something that Hou Xuanyan could not bear.

Hou Xuanyan stared and frowned, and said sternly: "My ancestors gathered 100,000 rural soldiers and died in Jiading's resistance to the Qing army's war. Their heads were hung on the top of the city. What are you, and do you dare to insult him?"

The hidden spy in the crowd was so angry that he didn't dare to hide it anymore when he saw that his commander was already angry.

The two showed off their signs, pulled out the soft knife from their waists, and shouted: "Qianxiang Camp captured the remnants of the Fushe Society, and all the idle people retreated."

The name of Qianxiang Camp is like a plague, and it is even better than that of the Three Factory and One Guard.

The onlookers scattered, and in a blink of an eye, there were only a few people left in the restaurant.

The two secret spies bowed and said, "Supervisor."

Wu Meicun woke up from a dream, and she burst into cold sweat on her back. She raised her hand and asked, "Are you Hou Xuanyan?"

He was not a person who was not afraid of death, otherwise he would not have gone to the Qing court to be his Imperial College. But at this point, it was difficult to get into the sheath.

Hou Xuanyan looked at the two spies and asked in a deep voice: "How is the interrogation of the regicide case?"

"Except for the one in front of you, most of them are arrested and criminals."

When Hou Xuanyan heard this, he knew that Wu Meicun was purely hit by the gun, and he might have been able to escape this.

Thinking of his face just now, he looked like a civil servant who was very good at making trouble and swearing as his greatest ability. Without getting rid of this stubborn disease, the court was always terminally ill. Every time civil officials and military generals wanted to take some measures to benefit the country and the people, the first thing they were worried about was not the fiscal revenue and expenditure, nor the difficulty of implementation. Instead, they were worried about being labeled as a traitor and being scolded as a traitor and being left with a slander for thousands of years. How could it be that Chongzhen died in this matter?
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