Chapter 959 Fate is successful, just kill a semi-sage and drink!
Green Cedar Garden.
As the girls moved in, Yang Fan selected some innocent servants and maids from Yahang and filled the garden, and the garden became lively for a while.
However, as soon as everyone settled down, a servant came in with a name card.
"Sir, someone has sent a message to visit you."
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and reached out to take the post, only to see that the post was signed - Qian Muzhai!
Isn’t that the leader Qian who said “his scalp is itchy and the water is too cold”!
Although some people later tried to wash away his reputation as an "Erchen", saying how talented he was and how many things he had in mind, and trying to affirm his literary contribution.
But ultimately, this man is a capricious hypocrite.
It has to be said that in history, the rebellion of literati was often called a good bird choosing a tree to roost, while the rebellion of warriors was like a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouted to beat it. Isn't it ridiculous?
Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the past life where some people even went so far as to whitewash Qin Hui and slander the martyr for the sake of profit.
Although there are differences between the two, the starting point is the same, just because most of those who beautify stinky people actually stink!
"Qian Muzhai?"
Li Xiangjun, who was leaning his head next to him, immediately changed his expression and looked at Liu Rushi subconsciously.
After all, the leader of the poetry circle had repeatedly expressed his love for Liu Rushi, and they and others naturally noticed it, but they didn't expect him to come after him so quickly.
However, Yang Fan didn't take it seriously and said calmly: "It's actually the world-famous leader Qian, but he is a rare visitor. Invite him to the main hall, and I will be there soon."
"Yes, sir."
The servants immediately left.
Yang Fan left, but the girls gathered around Liu Rushi.
"Sister Liu, Leader Qian must be here for you..."
"That is, although he is a bit older, he is one of the leaders of the poetry circle and is well-known throughout the Ming Dynasty. Now, sister, you have left your lowly status and become a disciple of a saint. Your status is considered quite..."
Liu Rushi looked Seeing the sisters chattering, he quickly interrupted them: "What I admire is Leader Qian's talent and learning, and it has nothing to do with anything else. Please don't mess with it!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
The girls just thought she was shy but didn't say anything more.
Li Xiangjun quietly planned to slip away, but Bian Yujing held his hand and whispered: "What are you going to do?"
Li Xiangjun sneered, rolled his eyes, and said, "How about we go see the Qian leader? I bet ten taels of silver that he must be looking for Sister Liu!"
"You don't have to tell me! Come on, come on, let's go eavesdrop, and Sister Liu will find out when we're late!"
Bian Yujing also thought about it, but she pulled Li Xiangjun and ran towards the front yard.
Liu Rushi naturally noticed the little thoughts of the two of them and shook her head helplessly.
Front yard, main hall.
Qian Muzhai walked into the main hall, glanced around the hall, and without sitting down, he stood in the middle of the hall with his hands behind his hands.
Yang Fan walked in and saw his back.
When Qian Muzhai heard the footsteps, he turned around slowly and looked at the young man who came in. He was as handsome as jade, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he was carrying a good skin.
Even though he had seen many young heroes, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
However, thinking of the purpose of this trip, Qian Muzhai still calmed down and planned to test the other party's purpose of accepting Qinhuai Bayan.
But before he opened his mouth, Yang Fan had already said: "This must be the famous Alliance Leader Qian! I just moved in here and was packing up. I came a little late and kept Alliance Leader Qian waiting for a long time!"
Seeing that the other party spoke so politely, Qian Muzhai responded with a smile: "Mr. Yang, you're too polite. It's me who has taken the liberty to come to the door. It's me who has disturbed you."
This is a sentence
Although the words were polite, Yang Fan nodded: "That's right. Since you know you're disturbing me, I won't see you off. Go out and turn right. Goodbye."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"etc!"
Qian Muzhai didn't expect Yang Fan to have such a skill at all. He didn't know that the other party was deliberately teasing him. His face darkened and he was filled with anger!
When was he, one of the leaders of the Ming Dynasty poetry circle, ever treated like this?
Even if you are a disciple of a saint, I must teach you a lesson today!
"Stop!"
Qian Muzhai's voice was dull, like beating a drum.
Yang Fan only felt that an invisible force seemed to turn into an iron rope and suddenly hit him from behind, as if to lock him in place.
"Hey!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Fan's mouth, his shoulders shook, and the binding force was immediately shattered.
Then, he slowly turned around and looked at Qian Muzhai with his deep eyes, which made Qian Muzhai's heart tremble.
"Leader Qian, what do you want to do?"
"..."
Qian Muzhai also didn't expect that Yang Fan's strength was so amazing. Could it be that he had been promoted to Emperor Wenzong just like the rumors?
For a moment, his face looked a little ugly.
But, after all, he was an old fox. He suppressed the coldness on his face and smiled again: "It is said that Mr. Yang is young and has been promoted to Emperor Wenzong. I just felt itchy and couldn't help but test it. Mr. Yang is indeed well-deserved. He is worthy of his reputation.
The saint’s close disciples are truly admirable.”
"..."
Yang Fan looked at the other party as if nothing had happened just now, and admired the other party's thick skin, "Don't hide it, Leader Qian. You came to my garden, I'm afraid you didn't come to me to talk nonsense, right?"
!”
This is said very rudely.
Qian Muzhai's smile slowly faded and he finally said The reason for coming: "Young Master Yang is really frank! This time, I really have something to discuss with Young Master Yang!"
"Oh? Tell me about it?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows.
"I heard that Young Master Yang has accepted the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai. It doesn't matter to the others, but one of them has a close relationship with me. But I want to do a favor with Young Master and ask Young Master to return him to me."
Qian Muzhai said seriously, "I know that Young Master Yang is determined to establish an academy in Jinling. If Young Master Yang is willing to agree to my request, you can gain the friendship of me, the leader of the poetry circle, and I will definitely help Young Master build an academy and promote the
Reputation will help you, Master, on your path to becoming a sage..."
"Your friendship?"
Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're helping me on my path to becoming a sage? Who do you think you are? You're a bullshit poetry leader, and you dare to do something in front of me!"
After a pause, Yang Fan's eyes became more sarcastic, "I think you are deceived by lard! How can my young master's students be used for trading! Next time you let me hear such words, be careful that I lose my mind.
Got your classic!”
"Now, get out of here!"
After saying that, Yang Fan suddenly waved his sleeves.
The heart of the sky was shaken, as if the words were spoken.
Even though Qian Muzhai had reached the realm of Wen Zong, his body swayed involuntarily, he was knocked out of the door and rolled to the ground, completely disgraced.
"Damn it!"
But before he could get up, Yang Fan stepped forward and kicked him into the lotus pond in the courtyard, instantly soaking his whole body in cold water.
"Leader Qian, I think you need to sober up!"
Yang Fan stood on the shore, turned around and left after speaking.
Qian Muzhai's face was ashen and he looked like he was infiltrated. As soon as he saw Yang Fan leaving, he hurriedly climbed ashore and said, "My surname is Yang, from now on, you and I are at odds with each other!"