Chapter 65 A small non-gentleman? Ha ha, no poison, no husband!
Chapter 65
Yang Qian looked at the wine glass that the servant brought to him and shook his head. "I'm really sorry. It's not because Yang doesn't want to, but it's just too shallow."
Hu Wei, who was beside him, quickly explained for Yang Qian.
"That's right, that's right. Brother Yang Xian is a light drinker. If he drinks three drinks like this, I'm afraid he won't even be able to talk. Please forgive me, Brother Deng."
Deng Ming smiled casually, picked up a chopstick, and pointed it at Yang Qian.
"Brother Yang Xian has just arrived in Xingyang, and I welcome you as our guest. Since three cups are not enough, I won't embarrass you. As long as you finish this cup..."
"I'm sorry, Yang is tired from traveling today and is not in good health, so he can't drink this drink." Yang Qian calmly looked at Deng Ming opposite.
Zheng Yuanxun also frowned and his eyes fell on Deng Ming.
"Okay, brother Deng Xian, please don't make things difficult for brother Yang Xian. I invited him here to have fun with you and to congratulate you on being selected as a tribute scholar."
Deng Ming laughed, raised the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.
"Forget it, since Brother Zheng has spoken, how dare I disobey you? As the old saying goes, a small amount of money is not a gentleman. When I saw it today, it turned out to be true, haha..."
Hu Wei's expression immediately changed. He wanted to stand up, but a sudden burst of air came and he was pulled back by Yang Qian.
Yang Qian put his hand into his arms with an extremely calm expression. After groping for a long time amid the doubtful eyes of everyone in the hall, he slowly took out a small paper bag.
Then he called the servant who served him wine, carefully placed the paper bag on the tray, and motioned for him to deliver it to Deng Ming, who was sitting opposite him.
"...Brother Xian, what are you doing?" Hu Wei was immediately confused. What is this?
A series of question marks popped up above the heads of everyone present, including the women who were playing, and the music even missed a few beats.
They were all a little curious as to what this young but handsome young master Yang was going to do.
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Deng Ming looked at the tray that was brought to him by the servants and saw the paper bag that seemed to have something inside. He was completely confused. What did Yang Qian mean?
"Brother Yang Xian, what are you..." Zheng Yuancong stood up with the wine glass in hand, glanced at the paper bag, and then at Yang Qian, who was sitting with a serious expression on his face.
"Are you a real man?" Yang Qian asked.
"???" The whole room was confused.
Deng Ming's expression changed a little. What do you mean, I'm insinuating that you are not a gentleman, but you are so straightforward. Don't you think it is vulgar and detrimental to the demeanor of us literati?
"Deng is naturally a man. I wonder if Mr. Yang has any advice?" Deng Ming straightened his spine and replied without any sign of weakness.
"Since Mr. Deng considers himself a man, I will trouble you to swallow this bag of arsenic."
"!!!" The confused Xingyang Caijun's face changed at this moment, and he was all trembling with fear.
Deng Ming directly kicked his legs to keep himself away from the case, and his face instantly turned pale.
Hu Wei took a breath of cold air, his eyes almost fell to the floor, and he looked at Yang Qian with a husky look on his face.
Zheng Yuanxun grinned widely, and the hand that was stroking his short beard immediately spasmed into the shape of a polio patient's chicken claw.
Ouch...the wine glass in Zheng Yuancong's hand was dropped.
After the music stopped, several female musicians were stunned and their faces turned pale.
"Yang Qian, you, what do you want to do?!" Deng Ming walked away from the case, his face turned purple with anger, and he pointed at Yang Qian and shouted.
Yang Qian made notes on his actions seriously.
"You said that I am not a gentleman because of my judgment. I think you are not poisonous and unworthy of a husband, so I gave you a bag of arsenic. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"..." As soon as the talented people in Xingyang in the room went crazy, they were in a state of confusion. They are so petty but not a gentleman, and they are so innocent and unhusband...
Hu Wei tried hard to hold it in, his face turned from red to blue, and he was very distorted, but he did not dare to open his mouth for fear that he would lose his temper and laugh.
The Zheng brothers also wanted to laugh, no, they really wanted to laugh. They were also trying hard to control themselves, for fear of losing their scholarly demeanor.
Several other intellectuals were also so choked up that their hearts were broken, and their faces were ferocious, but they did not dare to laugh out loud for fear of offending Deng Ming of the Deng family in Xingyang, who was second only to the Zheng family in Xingyang.
"Me!...You!..." Deng Ming was so angry that his liver and spleen exploded, and he pointed at Yang Qian, who looked innocent. He really didn't know what to say.
Yang Qian chuckled, his smile was so calm and open-minded.
"Master Deng doesn't want it? Who can give me back my green salt? Fortunately Master Deng doesn't want it, otherwise Yang wouldn't know what to use to rinse his mouth and clean his teeth at night."
Zheng Yuanxun, who had an outgoing personality, just wanted to take a sip from his wine glass to suppress his smile, but when he heard this, a sip of wine spurted out ten feet away.
"Pfft... Hahahaha, I'm going crazy, I really can't hold it in anymore, I'm sorry, hahaha, brother Deng Xian, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at my brother, he dropped his wine glass..."
The first person laughed, and the result was that everyone in the hall fell forward and backward.
Deng Ming didn't have any face left. With a livid face, he pointed at Yang Qian, threw down his sleeves, lifted the case, and walked directly out of the hall. Two scholars with strange faces quickly followed his extremely angry footsteps.
Left the private room.
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"Brother Deng Xian, brother Deng Xian... oh my belly..." Zheng Yuancong also sat down behind the desk, dumbfounded.
The female musicians and ladies over there must have smiled like flowers, their smiles so soft that they turned into puddles of fluttering red snow with colorful clouds.
Only Yang Qian seriously put the bag of green salt back into his arms. Green salt is the best salt. In this era, it was specially supplied to high-ranking officials and wealthy families.
And it is not for eating, but for cleaning teeth and preventing tooth decay. The price is really not cheap.
Listening to the somewhat staggering footsteps, Yang Qian's lips curled up in an inadvertent arc.
We just want to grow up in the Sui Dynasty, but that doesn't mean that a little bug like you can step on my head, Yang, and kill you.
"Brother Yang Xian, I really admire you, Brother Yu. You are so talented. You are not a gentleman if you are petty, and you are not a husband if you are not poisonous. Haha..." Zheng Yuanxun patted the table and was still laughing so hard.
Hu Wei wiped away the tears from his laughter and raised his thumb at Yang Qian. He really didn't know how to describe it, but he didn't expect that Yang Xiandi's quarrel with others would be so exciting.
Zheng Yuancong suppressed his smile and walked to Yang Qian, bowed respectfully and said humbly.
"Brother Yu was wrong in this matter, and Brother Yang Xian was wronged. Originally, today Zheng learned the good news from Prefect Wang that the tributes had been decided, so he thought of hosting a banquet to congratulate him."
"I just didn't expect that Deng Ming didn't have any gentlemanly bearing and would even blame his worthy brother."
"Brother Zheng means that one of the three tributes was supposed to be for Deng Ming?" Yang Qian suddenly came back to his senses.
ps: Thanks to the book friend Feng Jing (Ding Ding) for the reward, as well as all the book friends for the recommendation and collection support, I will continue to write well and seriously!