The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 17

[Chapter 17: A loser]

“Think about you…”

Yuan Junzhe wanted to curse angrily, but with the air of a scholar, he couldn’t say the last word.

It wasn’t until his face was distorted from holding back that he gritted his teeth and uttered two words: “…No need.”

“Pfft–“

The person next to him who knew the inside story couldn’t bear it anymore and burst out laughing.

An uncontrollable anger flashed in Yuan Junzhe’s eyes. He glared at the man and almost shouted, “Why are you laughing!?”

The man usually called Yuan Junzhe brothers, but at this moment he couldn’t help but smile, so he had to While laughing, he replied: “My, my wife has given birth to a baby, hahaha…”

Yuan Junzhe was on good terms with that man, so he naturally knew that he was not married, so how could he have a wife and give birth to a baby.

It was just an excuse. There was no doubt that he was the one who was laughing.

From beginning to end, I was like a monkey in a troupe, talking to myself for the entertainment of others.

Thinking of this, a surge of anger surged in Yuan Junzhe’s chest.

He looked at Fang Xiu with eyes that were about to shoot out sparks, and shouted sternly: “Fang Xiu——!”

The whole place fell silent instantly, and everyone’s eyes were attracted by this roar containing anger.

Even Miss Wan Qing on the stage was frightened by him and subconsciously twitched her fingers.

There was a slight noise in the sound of the piano, but it quickly returned to normal.

Fang Xiu was even more surprised. He looked back at Yuan Junzhe with doubts in his eyes.

who are you?

What are you shouting?

Do I know you?

After questioning himself, Fang Xiu discovered…it seemed like it was his first time meeting this scholar.

However, the look in his eyes made it seem as if he had the hatred for killing his father and taking away his wife.

“What’s the matter with you?”

Fang Xiu asked.

Yuan Junzhe took a deep breath, looked gloomily, and said, “I wonder if Mr. Fang can write a poem for Miss Wanqing?”

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned.

Fang Xiu also looked puzzled.

It is said that scholars in ancient times were so devastated by the Eight-legged Essay that they knew nothing except the Four Books and Five Classics, and their brains for reading were not normal.

Although Chu State did not have the eight-legged essay, the imperial examination system would not be too different.

In front of me is a living example of a good person being tortured into a fool.

Hey, it’s so sad…

Fang Xiu sighed, looked at him sympathetically, then turned around and continued to listen to the music.

Everyone just thought it was ridiculous. After discussing it for a while, they each did their own thing and no longer looked at the crazy scholar.

Yuan Junzhe was ignored again, and the anger in his heart reached the extreme.

He slapped the table and cursed: “A drunkard can’t even write poetry?”

As soon as he said this, Yirenju became quiet again. Except for the sound of the piano coming from the stage, there was silence.

When Fang Xiu heard this, he realized that this person was here to cause trouble.

I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will offend them.

This is one of Fang Xiu’s concepts of life.

Now it was obvious that someone wanted to slap him in the face, and if he didn’t respond, he couldn’t explain it…

He stood up slowly, looked at the scholar who was speaking, and said coldly: “If you can’t write poetry, you are a drunkard?

I, the great ancestor of the Chu Kingdom, He has never written a poem in his life as a soldier, but he has won a hundred years of comfort for us people. Is he a drunkard?

Your parents have worked hard for half their lives in farming and weaving, just for you to study, and they can’t write poems. Are they a waste of money?

The house you live in, the food you eat, the clothes you wear, and the books you read are all made of the sweat of a group of people who cannot write poetry.

You are just ungrateful, but you still scold them. You are a drunkard. Have you read all the books about sages into the dog’s belly?”

“I…”

Before Yuan Junzhe could retort, he heard Fang Xiu continue: “It is unkind and ignorant of the nation to not have a heart of fraternity. Being righteous is unjust, not knowing how to respect the emperor is unfaithful, and accepting the kindness of your parents without any intention of repaying it is unfilial.

How can an unkind, unjust, unfaithful and unfilial person like you have the nerve to stand here and accuse others?”

Fang Xiu said. Those words were like a heavy hammer hitting Yuan Junzhe’s chest, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

He knew that he had said the wrong thing, but before he could take it back, Fang Xiu took advantage of it and accused him, directly labeling him as unkind, unjust, unfaithful and unfilial.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to refute it, so he could only bear it silently.

If these words spread, his reputation, his career, and everything about him will fall to the bottom and never recover.

Thinking of this, his face turned pale and his body was like chaff. He felt like the world was spinning. He took a few steps back, spat out a mouthful of blood with a ‘pop’ sound, and fainted on the ground.

At this time, the whole place was still quiet.

Everyone felt that Fang Xiu’s words were simply deafening.

For a moment, they actually felt that the scholar who had just attacked Xiu was an “unkind, unjust, unfaithful and unfilial” person.

But in fact, they all understood that the scholar was just jealous and wanted to embarrass Fang Xiu.

At best he is considered a villain, far worse than that extremely vicious person.

On the stage, Lin Wanqing finished her song and looked at Fang Xiu with something inexplicable shining in her beautiful eyes.

This dandy, whom everyone calls him, seems to be different from what he imagined…

This

little episode did not cause much trouble after all.

After several fellow scholars carried Yuan Junzhe out of Yirenju, everything returned to its original state.

Fang Xiu sat back in his chair and was about to take a sip of tea to moisten his throat when he saw Zhao Yan and Wu Yi beside him looking at him with strange eyes.

Especially Wu Yi, his eyes were wide open as if he had seen a ghost.

If his head wasn’t still wrapped in gauze, Fang Xiu couldn’t help but punch him.

“Fang Xiu, when did you become so smart?”

Wu Yi looked at Fang Xiu with a look of surprise on his face and said, “In the past, you couldn’t have said these words, and that time in Zuihua Pavilion, It’s just you who are in a hurry…”

When he said this, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked suspiciously: “Did you take some medicine?”

Fang Xiu looked at him as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person and said, “You are right. , Shiquan Dabu Pill, not only nourishes the kidneys, but also nourishes the brain. It’s ten thousand taels of silver. I just have one left here. Do you want it?”

Wu Yi said with a ‘really so’ expression, “Ten thousand taels of silver.” Two taels of silver are too expensive. Can you and I sell it for 1,000 taels of silver for a game?”

Fang Xiu sighed and said, “If there is such a medicine, I will definitely be the first to give it to you…”

Wu Yi didn’t hear it. The meaning behind his words.

There was a look of emotion on his face, he patted Fang Xiu on the shoulder, and choked with sobs: “It’s not in vain for me to love you for my brother.”

Zhao Yan on the side couldn’t stand it any longer, and reminded her in a low voice: “He is calling you stupid. Ah…”

Fang Xiu glared at her and said, “Who saved you before? Do you still have any conscience?”

Zhao Yan shrank her neck when she thought of the “unkind, unjust, unfaithful and unfilial” reprimand. I dare not say it anymore…

(End of chapter)