After crossing Wende Bridge, I walked along the Qinhuai River for a while, and there were laughter and laughter everywhere on the shore. One by one, one after another of Hanoi's pleasure boats was dazzling.

However, this is the country...well, it may also be the largest and highest-end place in the world. There will never be any scene of a girl waving her handkerchief to attract guests at the door.

Qian Yuan was even not very popular because of the guards behind him who were dressed in short clothes. He did not value high officials more than Beijing, nor did he value money more than the southeast coast. He valued the romantic talented people and the wonderful poems that could be sung.

Qian Yuan only plagiarized two articles in this life, but he still remembered some inventory, but he would never waste it here.

"There are more people than in the morning." Zhang San muttered.

Qian Yuan patted the guy on the shoulder with the fan in his hand, "Silly, it's a good deal in the middle of the night, and he just got up around lunch... Yang Wen, right?"

Yang Wen looked around vigilantly and was too lazy to deal with it. Since the Songmingshan incident, he has made up his mind to cause trouble with his young master. As long as he goes out, no matter where he is, there must be no less than twenty guards around him.

"This store is good, it has a bit of style." Qian Yuan stopped and looked at the small building not far away with interest.

Compared with other Chu Pavilions, it seems much more dull, without any colorful, noisy, and very unique.

I turned around and asked, and I only brought dozens of taels of silver when I came out this time. It was probably not enough to make a tea circumference. Qian Yuan sent someone back to get the silver and went into the small building on his own.

I swept the left and right, and there was only one small hall on the first floor lobby, and the rest of the places were divided into small rooms. Except for two or three women who were obviously in charge, there was no young and beautiful woman.

"Is this young man here for the first time?" A woman in green skirt greeted her with a smile, "her face is very good."

"It's only been more than twenty days since I left the provincial examination, and there are fewer people with faces?"

"Young Master doesn't know that everyone here is a regular customer." The woman in the green skirt said with a smile.

"Current customer?" Qian Yuan shook his hand, "It's indeed the first time I'm here, what are the rules?"

"Now there is only one left." The woman in the green skirt picked up a few books casually, "What is this sutra for the young master?"

Qian Yuan's eyes were wide open. How could he have to do the exam when he came to the brothel to have fun!?

"Young Master said just now that it's only been more than twenty days since he left the provincial examination." The woman in the green skirt covered her mouth and smiled: "Other times, Qin Huai talked about poetry, but only at this moment can she get into the paper and break the topic."

This is a feature, but it is also a seasonal selling point every three years, which is really awesome!

"Young Master, don't underestimate it. If a girl in the building is a man, it is not difficult to be a scholar without mentioning a scholar." The woman in the green skirt said proudly: "Just yesterday, the youngest son of the Duke of Wei returned home in disgrace."

Those who work in this industry have sharp eyes and have long seen the twenty guards behind Qian Yuan. They all have a solemn expression, and they are observing all directions. Naturally, they have to find a reason to put them in front and push them.

No matter how big the city of Nanjing is, it can still be as great as the Duke of Wei who guards Nanjing. All Nanjing know that the most favored person of the Duke of Wei's mansion is his youngest son Xu Bangning.

As he was talking, a young man with greasy head and flour shaking his folding fan and walked into the small building. The servants beside him pushed the Qian family guard away, and cursed a few words.

The guards knew that there were many big bosses in Nanjing and did not intend to cause trouble, but the servants were too arrogant. One of the guards retreated a little slowly and was actually kicked in his heart.

Zhang San glared and his hands slanted. The servant fell out immediately. Now he stabbed the hornet's nest. More than a dozen servants surrounded him and cursed, punched and kicked. The crowd of onlookers almost took shape in an instant.

Yang Wen was still slightly restrained, but several guards couldn't help it. When they started to fight, the servants almost broke down at a touch and were beaten to the ground for teeth.

Qian Yuan was speechless and spread his hands at Yang Wen. This time it was not my fault.

Yang Wen was speechless, why did the young master always encounter all kinds of messy troubles when he went out? It looked like this and the other person was quite famous.

"Oh, little master, don't make a fuss here," the woman in the green skirt rushed over and took the young man's arm, "Wait until Miss Jijun comes out later... don't expect me to say something nice."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao came. This was Xu Bangning, the youngest son of Duke of Wei. He was favored since childhood. Although he was not as good as martial arts, he was extremely doting by Duke of Wei. It was even rumored that he might be made the crown prince.

Because he has been favored since childhood, all Nanjing has to give in to him, and fighting and causing trouble is even more common, but now he can't beat him up... Xu Bangning naturally can't hold back his face.

"Test, hit, hit me!"

"Fanzhu, fanzhu, go and call someone!"

"I'm embarrassed and call me!" Xu Bangning glared at Qian Yuan, "Where did the local buns come from? I thought you were Qian Zhancai of Huating!"

Qian Yuan was stunned, and the woman in the green skirt next to her explained a few words in a low voice, and now the messy rumors are spreading in Nanjing.

One of the most popular rumors is that Qian Yuan of Huating has been studying art at Shaolin Temple in Putian since he was a child. He has the ability to go up the mountain to fight tigers and catch turtles in the sea. He slaughtered more than a hundred Japanese pirates overnight, killing people with blood and blood flowing into a river. Nanjing City already has a new storybook.

Qian Yuan's eyes were almost crooked. Last time he said that I was from Dabaoen Temple, but now I have changed to Putian Shaolin Temple. So I'm not a monk!

Xu Bangning was not afraid. Seeing that his family was about to lose, he was about to rush over and end up in person, but he was only halfway through his movements, but his collar was grabbed and pulled back.

"I'm afraid the reputation is not good." Qian Yuan smiled and sorted out the guy's collar, "If you don't want to win or lose, no Qinhuaihe family will hope you will come in the future. If you can't do it, please take a look?"

To be honest, Qian Yuan is not afraid of Duke of Wei. One is a nobleman without real power and the other is a promising student.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Japanese pirates are directed to Nanjing. Xu Pengju, Duke of Wei who is responsible for the garrison of Nanjing, was timid and did not dare to fight. Qian Yuan returned to Nanjing from Taiping Prefecture, and Xu Pengju personally greeted him. A few days ago, he specially posted a special post to invite him to be a guest.

Xu Bangning glanced at the woman in the green skirt in the corner, and was having a bitter face.

"Okay, leave a font size and find time to put it right tomorrow!" Xu Bangning looked only fourteen or five years old, and insisted on being brave, which made Qian Yuan laugh out loud.

"No, no..." Qian Yuan shook his hand while holding back his smile, "You can't find a hard hand tomorrow? Do you say I'm stupid and you're right with you?"

Xu Bangning was stunned, touched the back of his head, thought about it, and suddenly asked, "What should I do?"

"You ask me?"

"Your people hit my people, you must let me breathe this!"

"Why don't we just put it right?"

"Bah, you are one head taller than me, you think I'm stupid!"

"Then... Is it better to meet each other in the future?"

Xu Bangning turned his eyes and said that he was fooling people.

"It just so happens that the only brand left for me is Ji Yun, why don't you compare?" The woman in green dress came over.

"This is a good idea." Xu Bangning said in a big way: "I have been reading the Four Books and Five Classics in the mansion for two months!"

I have read the Four Books and Five Classics for two months... Tsk tsk, it's really long.

The woman in the green skirt flipped through the book and hadn't remembered to draw the question yet, a cold voice came.

"If the people are in their own right, who is not enough? Please solve the problem."

Xu Bangning's face changed and he immediately filled with a smile, "Miss Jijun..."

"Please solve the problem."

Qian Yuan turned his head and looked carefully. The woman had long waists and legs, a hot figure, but her face looked like cold frost. She had a cold and autumn temperament. The contrast was full of charm, but she also had a bookish atmosphere, which seemed very tempting.

"Uh..." Qian Yuan burped unconsciously, which was obviously in line with his appetite.

"Sorry." Qian Yuan smiled at Xu Bangning apologized. It didn't matter, but now it's so-called.

"As the people are richer than the lower ones, the king is richer than the higher ones." Qian Yuan said loudly.

Miss Jijun thought about it for a while and nodded slowly, gave a slight bow and went upstairs.

"Please, please." The woman in the green skirt said in a low voice, sweeping out of the corner of her eyes, Xu Bangning with an ugly face.

"Don't be discouraged." Qian Yuan patted Xu Bangning on the shoulder, "I will always have a chance to study for another ten or eight years."

Xu Bangning was thinking about whether to cheat, but it was not the first time anyway, but suddenly his eyes lit up and he waved and shouted: "Old Zhao, Lao Zhao, here!"

The person who came was a stout man, and he looked like a military officer. He trotted over and bent down and respectfully bent down.

After hearing a few words, the man looked at Qian Yuan a few times, couldn't help but step back, and then looked at Yang Wen, Zhang San and others outside the door carefully, and couldn't help blurting out, "You are Mr. Qian Huating?"

Qian Yuan recognized this person. That day, it was a relative of Duke Xu Pengju around Wei State, and nodded with a smile.
Chapter completed!