Then I saw the thin black scholar chasing Lu Gao to the lake, and the two stood talking.
Qin Dewei was very curious about what this party was about, but after scanning around the pergola, he really didn't know anyone he could ask.
Not counting Yan Shifan, he probably wouldn't be happy to answer his questions.
After thinking about it, and seeing that there was no risk of being beaten for the time being, Qin Dewei turned around and waved to Ren Xiaoyi, "Come in! Let's sit inside and eat and drink!"
But Ren Xiaoyi was timid and stood outside the pergola, not daring to come over, leaving Qin Dewei helpless.
Then Qin Dewei pointed at the tourists outside and said to the shopkeeper squatting outside the pavilion: "I said, you are also open for business, don't you have any idea?
These people only ordered a few large pots of tea and occupied the entire place. They sat there for a long time and prevented other high-quality guests from entering. Isn't it too inappropriate?"
The store owner bowed his head and turned a deaf ear. You big guys are tearing it up yourself. Don't draw the fire!
None of them are on the right path. Qin Dewei sighed secretly and had no choice but to say to Yan Shifan:
"You fellow Imperial College students are not very good at studying, but you are quite impressive.
There were only a dozen people, and all the tables in the pavilion were occupied. Isn't it a bit overbearing?
To be fair, you can just squeeze in and sit at two tables. Can you give some space to others?"
Suddenly someone in the pergola shouted dissatisfiedly: "Who do you think is the supervisor?"
Qin Dewei pointed at Yan Shifan and responded with surprise: "Are you not Jiansheng? I clearly recognize this is Yan Jiansheng!"
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and you are partying with him, and you are not a prisoner?"
At the very beginning, the scribe with thin eyebrows and small eyes who scolded Qin Dewei for being violent couldn't help but said again: "Open your eyes wide, this is the Yichou Department's annual meeting! It's not a gathering of supervising students!"
Everyone in the pergola yelled inwardly again, idiot!
What did you and Qin Dewei reveal? As long as Qin Dewei doesn't know where everyone is coming from, he has no room to perform! But you idiot just said it out loud!
The annual meeting of the eighth year of Jiajing? Qin Dewei once again looked at Yan Shifan doubtfully, "How can you, a student of the Imperial College, attend the meeting?"
Yan Shifan just wants to curse, "I'm not the protagonist today. Why are you, Qin Dewei, always staring at me?"
I am just a prison student who relies on my father's favor. What's wrong? Is it worth your while to tell me over and over again?
Little did he know that in Qin Dewei's mind, Yan Shifan was one of the most vigilant figures at any time and anywhere.
The scribe with sparse eyebrows and small eyes replied for Yan Shifan: "You are too lenient!
Your Majesty, Zhao Wenhua, is of the same year as Ji Chou and is a brother to Donglou, so why not bring Donglou to watch?"
Zhao Wenhua? Anyone who knows a little bit about history will be familiar with this name, let alone Qin Dewei.
Isn't this the godson of Yan Song in history? He is also one of the famous minions of the future treacherous minister Yan Song. He often appears as a villain in various literary and artistic creations.
After confirming his identity, there was no need to be polite. Qin Dewei replied to Zhao Wenhua:
"I heard that although you were born as a prison student, you are still quite talented and were able to be listed on the Jiajing Eighth Years' Gold List."
Zhao Wenhua heard that there was a hint of success in this. Could it be that Qin Dewei also admitted that he was talented?
He then heard Qin Dewei continue: "Originally, I was wondering why the Eight Talents of Jiajing didn't take you with them. But after meeting today, I immediately understood that you really can't do it."
This sentence choked people to death, and Zhao Wenhua almost shut down autistically.
Seeing the humiliation of his sworn brother, Yan Shifan immediately became filled with righteous indignation and scolded: "In your mouth, Qin Dewei, neither this nor that is acceptable. You really treat all the kings as if they are nothing!"
Qin Dewei asked innocently: "Yan Jiansheng! Do you want to sow discord between me and the gentlemen?"
Immediately, someone jumped up and said angrily: "Is what Yan Donglou said wrong? I have never seen such an arrogant person as Qin Dewei!"
Seeing that this man was a bit fierce, Qin Dewei took two steps back to the edge of the pavilion and asked, "May I ask your surname?"
The man no longer bothered to hide his identity, so he announced his family name and said: "Supervisory Censor Ren Han!"
Qin Dewei was a little surprised. This man was actually one of the Eight Talents of Jiajing. According to Master Xia, he belonged to the second grade.
At this sensitive time, Lu Gao is here and Ren Han is also here, which seems unseemly.
Qin Dewei subconsciously asked: "Could it be that all eight of you talents are here?"
In an instant, three more people stood up and announced their family names respectively: "Chen Shu of the Yibu", "Tang Shunzhi of the Xunbu", and "Xiong Guo of the Wushu".
Including Ren Han, there are four, all of whom are eyeing Qin Dewei. If you add Lu Gao who left in anger, the number will be five.
Wucao! Qin Dewei's tiger body shook violently! He didn't expect that there would be such a crowd after just asking casually!
Among the Eight Talents of Jiajing, except for Wang Shenzhong and Zhao Shichun who lived in the fifth year of Jiajing, and Li Kaixian, who was temporarily too embarrassed to come out, all of them were actually present.
Qin Dewei felt more and more that today's gathering was definitely not serious! Even if there were too many people on the other side, they wouldn't be able to defeat them if they tried to attack.
Thinking of this, Qin Dewei quickly said: "A certain senior just said, let's just have a gentleman's dispute!
Sir Ren, you accuse me of being arrogant, so may I ask where I am being arrogant?"
Ren Han snorted coldly: "You are a junior, you can criticize your seniors at will, and you can't criticize others. Wouldn't it be arrogant?"
Qin Dewei asked again: "Master Ren, you are a censor, what are your responsibilities?"
Ren Han replied very officially: "My censor, I, is the eyes and ears of the imperial court, specializing in picking off traitors and correcting lawbreakers!"
So Qin Dewei smiled and said casually: "Speaking of picking off traitors and punishing lawbreakers, Sir Ren, you still can't do it."
Someone sneered and said: "Lu Jiangfeng can't do it, Zhao Meicun can't do it, and Ren Zhongzhai can't do it. After all, if no one else can do it, then you are the only one who can do it?"
Yan Shifan wanted to shout, "Shut up!" But unfortunately, he, a supervisor here, was really soft-spoken.
Qin Dewei couldn't help but fall into the beautiful memories, and said leisurely: "When I was in Nanjing, I personally handled the cases in the past three years and sent many criminal officials to the capital.
According to incomplete statistics, there are one each for the Minister of Household Affairs, Ying Tianfu Yin, Qiandu Censor, Censor, City Patrol Censor, Military and Horse Commander, and Futong Magistrate.
In addition, the criminal servants who I personally handle and deal with include the patrol officers of the Military and Horse Division, the county government arrest chiefs and several others.
In addition, I also reported and exposed the illegal activities of the Nanjing garrison eunuchs, and they were sent to Beijing. This is all well-documented and cannot be faked!"
Having said this, Qin Dewei suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Yan Shifan: "We almost dealt with another Young Master Yin of Yingtian Mansion."
Suddenly, there was silence in the pergola. This achievement is really brilliant. Even if you work as a censor for a lifetime, you may not be able to achieve such achievements.
Qin Dewei turned to Ren Han and asked politely: "So, Master Ren, as a supervisory censor, are you sure you want to compete with me?
Do you really think that you can do better than me? Is it arrogance or an objective and truthful description for me to say that you are not good?"
Ren Han sighed, "That's all!" Then he bowed his hands to everyone in the pergola, turned around and walked out.
Wang Shiyi, who was still advising Lu Gao by the lake, caught a glimpse of Ren Han and shouted anxiously: "Brother Zhongzhai! Why do you want to leave?"
Didn’t the rider press the gourd and lift the gourd?
