(Putting up yesterday's second update, I'll run naked next week, and the number of words is not enough. I'll ask for a recommendation vote by the way)

Su Zizhan and his group were in a bad mood.

I originally thought that the sky was rare during the Qingming Festival was clear and cloudless, so I was preparing to come to West Lake to enjoy flowers and fish, but I didn't expect that the rain suddenly came halfway, and instantly poured all the people present without umbrellas into chickens. If it weren't for the lake center pavilion nearby, I would have been covered in wind and cold after returning home and would not be able to get up.

But what is even more surprising is that some of them want to take away other people's oil paper umbrellas.

The scholar who was caught by Chen Zhongqing on the spot was Qin Shaoyou. His family was a famous textile and silk merchant in Hangzhou. He was originally an ignorant talent. With the friendship between his father and his strong silver, he intervened in the middle of these literati with art. However, his character and cultivation were not made by gold and silver. After Chen Zhongqing exposed the case of stealing an umbrella, he immediately exposed his filling and showed a surprisingly vulgar side.

"Gongguanggu, what is an immoral thing? I just want to borrow this girl's umbrella, not stealing and robbing, why do you say it so badly?"

The luxuriously dressed Qin Shaoyou not only did not make any mistakes, but instead took a step forward in a fierce manner, pointed at Chen Zhongqing and cursed, "Besides, I have enough money for Qin Shaoyou, I paid for this broken umbrella!"

After saying that, he took out a handful of broken silver from the hidden bag in his arms and threw it on Song Wanwan's body. Several of the broken silver hit her forehead and the strings of the pipa, making a sharp and harsh sound.

The broken silver fell all over the ground, and Qin Shaoyou raised his head and spat with disdain, "What a fucking bad luck."

The quarrel attracted everyone's attention. Even the fortune teller who was wiping his hair stood aside and watched the fun, laughing, just to think it was a pastime before the rain ended.

Song Wanwan, who had always had no expression, spoke. Her voice was not loud, but it just overwhelmed the rainy beating of the pearls falling from the jade plate, "I won't buy the umbrella, you can pick up the money."

A peaceful temperament does not mean that she has no energy.

Song Wanwan's retort aroused Qin Shaoyou's temper, so the opponent of the competition was transferred from Chen Zhongqing to the female piano master. "What's the temper you are like, you blind girl, no one will accept it when you sell it to a brothel! You are willing to give alms to you because you respect you, don't be shameless."

Song Wanwan just sat there, biting her lips tightly, and her eyes turned red.

To curse prostitutes - To a girl, a prostitute is a great shame.

She didn't do anything. There were few people in Hangzhou who didn't know the rich Qin family, and she was a girl, and she dared not offend the rich young master of the rich family.

The atmosphere became solidified and both sides were in a stalemate.

At this time, a pretty handsome scholar stood up and planned to resolve the situation. He explained to Qin Shaoyou, "I'm here Su Zizhan, this girl, my friend is not good at speaking well. I apologize to him and please forgive me. In this way, we won't give you the umbrella, what do you think?"

The conversation was quite knowledgeable and polite. The other party's attitude of understatement of trying to cover up made Chen Zhongqing unhappy. He had been observing the actions of the four people before. Qin Shaoyou, a big man, did not stand up when he bullied the little girl. He hated the hypocritical face of these scholars.

"This can't be done with that."

At this time, Chen Zhongqing stood up and stood in front of these beautifully dressed Hangzhou scholars. Unfortunately, he was taking refuge outside and missing a noble young man's clothes and angry horses. No matter how you look, they look like ordinary people. People rely on clothes and horses and saddles. As expected, half of the things like Yushu Linfeng still have to be spent with money.

Song Wanwan felt someone standing in front of him. She was about to speak, but she heard Chen Zhongqing whisper to her, "Don't panic, they dare not do anything with me."

Don't panic, she raised her head and "looked" at the great hero who protected her in front of her. Although she didn't know what she looked like, at this moment, Song Wanwan's uneasy heart calmed down.

Chen Zhongqing bowed and said with a smile, "I'm Chen Zhongqing, everyone has seen what this young master Qin has done just now. I don't ask if I take it for stealing myself, and scholars are not ashamed of it. Well, even if you follow what this young master said, you can ignore it, but if you don't apologize for the prostitute, you won't apologize for the matter of scolding prostitutes, it's not over."

After saying that, Chen Zhongqing shook his sleeves and made a stance of reluctance.

Su Zizhan was stunned. He didn't expect that Chen Zhongqing's reaction was even more aggressive than the person involved, and he didn't know how to smooth things out for a while. Qin Shaoyou showed an arrogant attitude and asked him to apologize, but there was no door.

The young man leaning against the pavilion frowned and was a little disgusted with Chen Zhongqing who had come out from the middle of the way. Seeing that Su Zizhan couldn't handle the other party, he also took a step forward, pulled the black hair stained on his forehead to the back, and joined the verbal battle, and spoke sarcastically, "Little belly, mother-in-law, isn't it just a broken umbrella? A gentleman doesn't speak. I saw that this girl is also a pipa, and it happened to be a good study of vocal music at Xia Cao Paixian's home. I want to talk to the girl. If I win, we will be the umbrella, shut up."

Only the man standing at the edge looked at the situation inside the pavilion with a cold look, closed his lips tightly, and said nothing.

Cao Peixian's words that added fuel to the fire instantly made the atmosphere in the pavilion draw his sword and open his bow. Even the fortune teller who was watching the fun couldn't laugh.

The rain is getting denser.

Chen Zhongqing half-squinted his eyes, vaguely remembered something, and said, "You said your name is Cao Peixian? Where is Cao Zhengxin, who is looking up at the pipa in Guangling School?"

Cao Peixian, who didn't know that he was causing trouble, smiled proudly. He nodded and said, "That's right, it's his father."

Chen Zhongqing remembered the man who came to the door a year ago to try to get along with his second uncle Chunqiu but was turned away. He happened to be the head of the Cao family in Hangzhou. He sneered in his heart. Even your father dared not be arrogant in front of the Minister of the Left Cao of the Ministry of Revenue. Which onion is your Cao Pixian?

Chen Zhongqing took the pipa from Song Wanwan's hand. He turned around and asked, "What if you lose?"

Cao Peixian seemed to hear a funny joke. He was already in the state of Hangzhou. Apart from the top of his seniors in his family, how could he lose to an unknown blind girl?

"I won't lose."

Chen Zhongqing shook his head. He didn't want to give up like this. "If you lose, it's not as simple as a sorry word. You have to kowtow in front of her and apologize before leaving."

Cao Peixian narrowed his eyes and endured the anger at the corner of his mouth. He took the pipa and sat down with the flow. He began to pluck the strings and twirl them.

The sound of silk and bamboo covers the rain curtain, carrying the graceful and graceful tune of Jiangnan music.

He wanted to use a song "Liuyao" to defeat the folks.

Like the surprise brought by Nishang, Liuyao began to sing and dance, and slow rhythm. Cao Peixian's solid foundation in practicing Sanfu and winter in summer brought unexpected surprises. As a family of Qusai, he has been influenced by many more than others since he was a child, so that he was no match for his age. The seniors in the family were guided by immortals and had a solid foundation. Although they were still a little lacking in time at this time, they could become one of the masters in a few years.

Su Zizhan, who was standing aside, listened to Cao Paixian playing "Liu Yao" with appreciation. He was originally a little disgusted with Qin Shaoyou's bullying, but the unyielding manner in front of him also made him very unhappy. He wanted to teach the other party a lesson through Cao Paixian's hand.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was not easy to detect, and he won.

After the song ended, even the fortune teller sitting beside him looked dazed and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. As the only outsider in the pavilion, he looked at everything that happened coldly.

Cao Peixian returned the pipa to Song Wanwan, and then sarcastically mocked her, "The pipa's gaze was a blunt and frustrated. As expected, it was not a good musical instrument that could only sing and beg in the wild pavilion on the street."

Chen Zhongqing frowned, and Song Wanwan's mood fluctuated, and she was afraid that she could not perform her previous level as expected.

So he took a step forward, took Song Wanwan's pipa, stared at Cao Peixian with calm eyes, and said, "Miss Song is not convenient for me to discuss with you now, so I will do it for you."

Cao Peixian raised her eyebrows and mocked, "Are she afraid? She actually wants to find someone to do it for her?"

"No, you don't need her to take action at your level, I'm enough. If you lose, I'll kowtow you thirty!"

Chen Zhongqing stared at him, every word was sonorous.

"Okay, if you have the ability, I'll wait to see you kowtow for thirty years!"

Song Wanwan wanted to speak, but Chen Zhongqing quietly stopped her. She lowered her eyebrows and thought for a while, and then she knew what Chen Zhongqing was thinking. She smiled bitterly and said, "Why is this young master? I am just a geisha, not worth it."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Chen Zhongqing sat in his original position calmly, regardless of the misty rain outside the pavilion and the black tent hangs across the rivers and lakes. Take a deep breath and you will gradually get better. The fingers pluck the strings, and the sound of the pipa is like the thunder in spring, which explodes layer by layer, and the horse is neighing and boiling.

In an instant, outside the pavilion within a small inch, it was as if it was wrapped in layers of thousands of troops, with awesome momentum. Even Song Wanwan, who had always been as plain as water, had a look of surprise.

The layman joined in the fun and the insider looked at the tricks. As soon as Chen Zhongqing took action, Cao Peixian changed his face instantly.

"Young Master Cao, this is what you asked for."

"This song is called "Huaiyin Pingchu".
Chapter completed!