After Wu Xueli finished speaking, he followed Zhao Ce and walked downstairs with a swagger.

Just went downstairs.

Then I saw a young man in gorgeous clothes walking in from outside the door.

This is the Song Master whom I have seen in Zuixuan Tower.

A middle-aged man stood beside Mr. Song.

He was also wearing a gorgeous costume and looked quite bookish.

Mr. Song was originally invited by someone, and brought someone here to inspect the academic style.

But I didn't want to meet Zhao Ce here.

He shouted happily: "Zhao Ce, why are you here?"

When Wu Xueli saw Mr. Song, he remembered the scene of someone being erected in a brothel that day.

He hurriedly hid behind Qiu Shubai.

Zhao Ce nodded slightly at him.

"Young Master Song, I've lost my companion."

Then, he left without looking back.

Mr. Song muttered: "What's this?"

"I haven't seen this young master for so long, and I don't talk to me about the past."

The man next to Mr. Song looked at Zhao Ce and said casually: "Aren't you angry?"

This young man named Zhao Ce was obviously a Confucian scholar.

When a Confucian scholar saw the scholar, he just nodded and greeted him without coming forward to greet him seriously.

If you really want to talk about it, it is quite rude.

Young Master Song’s words were filled with a hint of humility, but the meaning of maintenance was also very obvious.

He said: "Of course I won't be angry."

"Although Zhao Ce is a Confucian scholar, he is not an ordinary Confucian scholar."

After saying that, he took the middle-aged man upstairs and briefly told him about Zhao Ce's identification of the painting for him.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man said, "Oh?"

"No wonder your grandfather asked me before, and it turned out that there was a reason for this."

Mr. Song said, "Yes."

"Zhao Ce is a farmer, and he even knows this."

"It is no exaggeration to say that one is knowledgeable and talented."

The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully after hearing his words.

"So, it's really a strange man."

Mr. Song told him about Zhao Ce's previous rescue of people in the mansion, which touched the middle-aged man when he heard this.

The two of them walked upstairs as they spoke.

But I saw the upstairs in a mess.

The guy was carrying the fragments of the screen and cleaning up the broken wood on the ground.

"Young Master Song is here?"

Many people who came to their senses and were about to leave stopped and bowed to him.

Young Master Song is a scholar, and his family is not low. Even the prefect will give him some thin face when he sees him.

Of course, someone invited him to the banquet today.

However, after he arrived late, he saw such a scene.

Young Master Song raised his eyebrows, glanced at Young Master Lun, and asked, "Someone dares to listen to Yunxuan causing trouble?"

A student next to him said with lingering fear: "Hey, it's the head of Gaowen County, Zhao Ce."

"He kicked the screen to pieces and almost hurt us."

"Zhao Ce?" Young Master Song heard this name and glanced at the mess on the ground again.

The middle-aged man next to him also looked at him curiously.

He also saw Zhao Ce just now.

Why don’t they look like someone who can kick the screen to pieces, right?

"Yes." The student saw that Mr. Song was interested, and quickly said, "He said he accidentally pushed it down."

"But even if I lie down on this screen, I'm afraid I can't push it down."

"How can you just push it down?"

Listening to the things in Yunxuan, they are naturally good things.

Not only does the screen be thick, but the bottom is stable.

Where can people just push it down?

But when I remembered what Zhao Ce said in the end, I said that when I heard someone say something bad about him, I asked him to see him in court.

The student quickly shut up and did not dare to guess.

Young Master Song glanced at the student and then at the people present.

He sniffed, saying, "Since he said he was pushed down, then of course it is."

"After all, Zhao Ce, who I know, is a knowledgeable person with great righteousness."

"How could you just use some words to make excuses others?"

Young Master Song is a scholar, that is, the senior brother of the scholars present.

Seeing that his tone was a little heavy, the remaining primary school students did not dare to speak anymore.

Young Master Song called the shopkeeper and said, "I will directly compensate him for the thing Zhao Ce accidentally crashed today!"

The shopkeeper responded, thinking that it was a good thing that he didn't forcefully stop Zhao Ce just now and asked him to tell me why.

Otherwise, this would have offended Mr. Song indirectly?

After Mr. Song finished speaking, he turned to these primary school students and said in a slight tone: "You are so frivolous before the results of the test have been released yet."

"Why don't you go home quickly and wait for the results?"

Anyone can tell that he was venting his anger for Zhao Ce.

After Mr. Song finished speaking, he said to Mr. Lun in the crowd: "My friend Lun, you are the head of the city case. Tong Sheng can probably live the trial."

"We should hurry up and review the college entrance examination."

Young Master Song usually looks a little frivolous, but when he teaches others a lesson, he looks good.

Mr. Lun quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for your teachings from senior brother."

In fact, Mr. Song felt bad in his heart.

Today I happened to take people out and encountered these things.

No wonder Zhao Ce was a little lukewarm to him just now, it turned out that something happened upstairs.

After Mr. Song took the people away.

The person who just apologized to Zhao Ce asked timidly: "Who is this Young Master Song?"

"This is such a big momentum..."

A person next to him said in a contemptuous tone: "Young Master Song is a scholar, even our senior brother, so he can naturally educate us."

"You guys are really, after reading so many books of sages, they are still talking nonsense behind their backs."

"Just forget it, I'm still heard."

"If you don't talk about us, Mr. Lun almost suffers from you."

After saying this, Zhao Anming and his group did not dare to answer.

Who would have thought that Zhao Ce would have someone to support him in the capital?

Those people were not satisfied and asked, "Don't you plan to explain the words that the person who left behind just now said to us?"

"What are the good daughters of the Zhao family, the little lady of An Ming, and the one who bought fakes to deliver to his master."

As soon as this person started to tease him, everyone seemed to be interested.

Ding Wenxuan and others originally wanted to curry favor with some wealthy families in the city.

But I don't want to become a laughing stock.
To be continued...