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Not long after, the two brothers arrived at the end of the stream. It was clear that the stream was artificially created for the purpose of entertainment. The winding stream ran through the entire back garden. Everyone sat on mats, with writing materials and snacks in front of them.
Looking at the luxurious surroundings, Song Nian was amazed. Those who could sit at the end of the stream were indeed not from ordinary families. Judging from their refined demeanor and attire, even if their families were not extremely wealthy, they were certainly of high status.
Still lamenting, Song Nian felt a tug on his sleeve. He turned to see Wei Hu pointing at a well-dressed man while whispering to him, "Boss, that's Wu Yuyan, and the beauty next to him is Shonguan Yaohua. It's dark and windy tonight. Let's take the chance to cover our faces and drag him out for a beating. No one will know it's us."
Song Nian automatically ignored the latter part of the conversation and turned to look. He was instantly amazed. The woman had a graceful appearance, seemingly in the prime of her life. Her large eyes were charming and friendly, and she wore a simple yet elegant green floral dress, showcasing her delicate beauty. Most importantly, her figure made even this modern man, Song Nian, silently swallow his saliva. Her long legs, ample chest, and plump buttocks made her the center of attention as she chatted and laughed with those around her, her smile like a gentle spring breeze, soft and beautiful, intoxicating.
"A smile from her could launch a thousand ships, the six palaces' rouge and powder pales in comparison." Song Nian whispered softly. Wei Hu didn't catch what he was saying, he only saw a beautiful woman ahead, so he adjusted his shabby scholar's square scarf and went to strike up a conversation.
"What a description, 'the six palaces' rouge and powder pales in comparison.' Brother, have you snuck into the harem? Otherwise, how would you know that there's no one in the harem more beautiful than Shonguan Yaohua?" Song Nian turned his head and saw a young scholar holding a sandalwood fan, smiling at him. This young scholar was just a bit shorter than him, with skin like snow and hair like black silk. At first, he thought it was a beautiful woman.
The young scholar spoke with a gentle and refined tone, resembling a woman's soft singing: "A smile from you brings forth countless charms. Truly, what a way with words. Seeing your handsome appearance and remarkable talent, I never expected you to be so skilled in charming others. Why not fetch a cup of wine from the stream and discuss poetry over a drink?"
"This..." Song Nian felt a bit awkward. He had just spoken a line of poetry from a past life on a whim, never expecting someone to engage him in a poetry discussion. Seeing that the young scholar was a true literary person, he dared not respond carelessly, and could only awkwardly reply, "This was created by my friend named Bai Juyi. I merely spoke in response to the moment, it was just a slip of the tongue."
The young scholar's dark and bright eyes turned and said, "Bai Juyi? I haven't heard of him. The person who can write such poetry must be well-known, but I consider myself well-read and still cannot write such splendid poetry."
Song Nian didn't want to dwell on this issue, otherwise it would never end. Suddenly, a noisy sound came from behind. Looking back, it seemed that the fat man and someone else were arguing about something. Song Nian quickly bowed and said, "It seems that my master has encountered some trouble. Please excuse me."
The scholar raised his hand, wanting to stop him: "Hey, wait.." But Song Nian didn't respond, he just ran off. The scholar shook off the sandalwood fan in his hand, fanning a scent of sandalwood, and said softly, "He's really an interesting person."
On the other side, Wei Hu was in a difficult situation. Wu Yuyan brought his lackeys over again, holding a dripping cup in his hand, with a malicious smile on his face.
"Wu Xiong, why are you only chatting? Since you're here again, why not show off your poetry skills to everyone?" With that, Wu Yuyan handed the cup in her hand to Wei Hu.
Wei Hu, with a thick-skinned face, naturally knew that Wu Yuyan was teasing him on purpose. He said with a stiff neck, "As Master Song said, 'excellent verses are heaven-made, and a talented hand occasionally finds them.' Do you understand what that means? Don't think about plagiarizing my creativity just because you can't produce a poem day by day. You laugh at my poetry, ask the people around you, is there anyone who doesn't admire my work?"
The whole place fell silent.
After all, he is the maternal uncle, even if he doesn't give him face, he has to give face to his father and his sister. Those who can be by Wu Yuyan's side are all second-generation officials, but they can't afford to provoke the Wei family, which has been passed down for a hundred years. Moreover, they know who the "Duke Song" in Wei Hu's mouth is, that is the "Yumen Yanwang" that they should avoid at all costs. The elders in the family have specifically reminded them, "It's better to provoke the emperor than to provoke the Yanwang."
But Wu Yuyan didn't buy it. His family is a literary family and a family of military officers from the Wei family. They have never seen eye to eye with each other since ancient times. He sneered, "A villain like Song Nian is not worthy of being mentioned in a poetry gathering. He's just a eunuch's son. Even if he's skilled in martial arts, what's the use? It's just the courage of an ordinary man."
Although many literati around them were somewhat wary of the reputation of 'Yumen Yanwang', today, with the support of the prime minister's son and after drinking some wine, their courage grew. They began to criticize Song Nian one after another.
The voices grew louder and louder, leaving Wei Hu at a loss. He knew he had caused trouble today. These people are usually supervised by the people of the Secretariat, and some have been punished by them. They have long held grudges. Now, with the wine emboldening them, their anger was ignited, and they opened the floodgates. They were indignant and wished to tear Song Nian apart, to completely dismantle him.
"This eunuch party, falsely receiving favor, becomes arrogant and conceited due to favoritism. I hate these scoundrels so much that I wish I could eat their flesh alive."
There was a lot of commotion here, attracting everyone at the banquet, and Shonguan Yaohua naturally noticed it as well.
"Sister Shonguan, what are those people arguing about? Who is Song Nian?" A girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old showed a puzzled expression and asked Shonguan Yaohua next to her, "Is he a big villain?"
Shonguan Yaohua looked at the delicate and slightly chubby girl in front of her and smiled, "Simeng, you don't go out often and don't understand these things. Song Nian is not a big villain. As long as you don't do anything wrong, he won't come looking for you."
"Why are those people making such a fuss then?" Li Simeng still couldn't figure it out.
"They...," Shonguan Yaohua chuckled, "they have done something wrong at home, so they are feeling guilty."
"Oh" Li Simeng pursed her cute little lips as if in thought
Wu Yuyan has already listed out Song Nian's various crimes one by one. Many second-generation rich kids are showing off their abilities, even going as far as to list what kind of animal Song Nian will be reincarnated as in his next life. Anyway, Song Nian is not here, and everyone here is on the same side, so there's no harm in talking a little trash.
"Dripping water torture, waist chopping, skinning, branding, palace punishment, oh my, there are so many methods, even more than my Secret Service Bureau."
"That Song Nian has become a eunuch, maybe he's already lost his manhood. The palace punishment is useless, I think it should be changed to Lingchi. Hey, brother, what did you just say?"
"Bring Song Nian here, call Song Nian over, bring him to me," someone was already out of control, shouting loudly.
"He's here, how will you treat him?"
"Hmph, if he dares to come in front of me, I'll show him what the righteous iron fist is," the person said, waving his fists. "I can serve the country and the people by eliminating a scourge."
"Oh, is that so? Then here I am!!!"
A punch came through the air, directly hitting the person's face.
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