noffsinger Chapter 143 Never fought
Chapter 143 Never fought
As soon as this person opened his mouth, he defended himself against the book written by Yang Xun: "It was Shen Cunhui who defamed the innocent people first."
Those who were on the same side as Shen Cunhui said, "The ghost is innocent. We all saw Yang Xun borrow Brother Shen's book with our own eyes. He just said lightly that it was lost and we don't know when we can find it back and let it go."
"And what a coincidence, the book he mentioned was lost, and it was being sold at his cousin's bookstore, for a high price of five taels.
To say that he embezzled is an understatement." Another person also said loudly.
But Yang Xun's faction said, "You are talking nonsense. Who saw Brother Yang stealing books? His family has more than ten thousand books, and he would still covet a copy of the annotations. He said he wanted to find it.
To put it bluntly, he just wants to take advantage of the opportunity to extort something. Could it be that one of you northern guys took a fancy to his books and took the opportunity to claim a few more copies?"
Shen Cunhui and his group immediately got angry: "You southern barbarians, who is blackmailing you? Who wants Yang Xun's things?"
"Looking for it? He was trying to find it with all his might, or he even mocked Brother Shen by saying that he wanted to take the book back immediately, and that he was blackmailing him for money because of his family's wealth.
I am ashamed to be associated with you southern barbarians." Another person shouted.
The other party was not willing to be outdone, and the two sides immediately started quarreling. After a while, they approached each other, launching personal attacks and pushing each other.
No one cared about Yang Xun and his two servants who were still unconscious underground.
When Lin Enjun signaled Shen Cungeng and him to go forward and separate them, two loud bangs exploded beside them.
Everyone stopped shouting and cursing immediately, and saw that it was Shen Xiaoye who was holding a stool and smashing it on another stool.
She glared and said, "Shut up, no matter if you are from the south or the north, we are all Chinese people, descendants of Yan and Huang.
You, a bunch of scholars who read the books of sages, don’t you know that the great Chinese nation is originally one?
What, do you want to divide the world based on geographical boundaries and recreate the Northern and Southern Dynasties?"
As soon as the last sentence came out, the scholars present immediately shut their mouths and stared at her with wide eyes.
"Xiao Ye!" Shen Cungeng also felt a chill in his spine. Some things cannot be said in front of outsiders.
Lin Enjun quickly turned around and opened the door, looking around, and asked the nervous shopkeeper outside the door: "Who came just now?"
"No one is coming." The shopkeeper immediately shook his head and bowed, saying, "Sir, our shop is small, please move somewhere else."
He was almost scared to death when he heard the last sentence, fearing that someone from the Guard Bureau might have heard it.
However, Lin Enjun just threw him a piece of silver and said, "Watch the door, I'll be leaving in a moment."
After saying that, he retreated back to close the door, completely ignoring the shopkeeper's tearful face, and instead turned around to glance at the scholars: "Why are you not quarreling anymore?"
Everyone: It’s too late to shut up.
Inside, Shen Xiaoye saw that after wiping the blood off Shen Cunhui's face, the wound was actually at the tip of his eyebrow, just a little bit away from hurting his eye.
"Cousin Hui, what did he do?" She quickly reached into her bag, transferred a bottle of medicine from the space and handed it to her uncle to apply on him.
He kicked Yang Xun, who was lying on the ground and showed signs of waking up.
Shen Cunhui calmed down for a while, and said shamefully to his uncle's family, "The day I returned to the city from home, I happened to meet my classmates drinking together on the way.
I drank a few more glasses at the banquet. When everyone was talking about the Five Classics, I mentioned that last year's imperial examination mentioned that Lin Xueshi participated in the marking of the papers. I boasted that I had obtained a copy of Lin Xueshi's commentary on the Spring and Autumn Annals.
Then… under everyone’s encouragement, I took them home to look through them. Later, Yang Xun said he would exchange his copy of Zhu Xi’s Annotated Four Books for two days, so I borrowed it.”
"Don't move." Uncle Shen Changshou held down his hand that was about to slap his head, and carefully took the triangular bandage handed to him by Xiaoye to bandage his wound.
But I was thinking in my heart: Ever since my brother was injured, Xiaoye’s cross-body backpack has always been filled with medicine and white cotton cloth.
Shen Xiaoye didn't know that her uncle had automatically filled in the blanks for her, so she stared at Shen Cunhui and asked, "What happened next?"
"When I passed by Boya Study, I found that many of their students were buying books. Out of curiosity, I saw that they were selling the Spring and Autumn Annals with annotations by Master Lin.
It’s exactly the same book as the one I lent to Yang Xun.
Thinking that the study belonged to his relative, I went to look for him immediately, but couldn't see him for several times. Today, I asked someone to meet him here.
But not only did he say he didn't know about selling books, he also said it was just a book and if it was lost, it was lost.
Then he said something sarcastic like "paying money", but it's not about money." Shen Cunhui said to Shen Changshou: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so frivolous outside."
"Who are his relatives?" Shen Cungeng thought to himself, what's the use of saying sorry.
Shen Cunhui said: "He said he was from the capital, and he always invited us to his study to buy pens and ink."
"Don't you know your name?" Shen Xiaoye asked.
Shen Cunhui really didn't know, so she turned around and said, "Cousin, order a pot of herbal tea."
Then he walked towards the scholars, and they subconsciously stepped back.
She stopped and stared at the man in brocade clothes from Yang Xun's group and asked, "Who is the owner of Boya Study?"
Before he finished speaking, he took out a three-inch thin willow-leaf knife from his bag and started twirling it in his palm.
The other scholars swallowed their saliva. Although those who were capable also learned horse riding or archery, and they also fought with their peers, they had never fought against a girl like this who could knock someone unconscious with one kick and was holding a weapon.
Oh bah bah bah, a good man doesn't fight with a woman.
The scholar in brocade clothes felt uncomfortable being stared at by her, "Brother Yang's cousin is Geng Shiyong, a student of the Minister of Rites."
"Who?" Shen Cungeng was extremely surprised. He had never heard from Lu Guan who Mr. Geng was a student of.
Lin Enjun said at this time: "The current Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites presided over the Northern Zhili Provincial Examination a few years ago."
The scholars couldn't help but look at him, secretly wondering who he was.
"What does the Yang family do?" Seeing Yang Xun open his eyes on the ground, Shen Xiaoye asked him. Of course, the person he was asking was Shen Cunhui.
He said: "Yang Xun's grandfather was a juren during the reign of Emperor Taizu, and he passed away two years ago.
His father's generation had one juren and one scholar. Juren Yang's branch is still in his hometown and is said to be a teacher in some county.
His family moved to the city from Jiangnan the year Your Majesty moved the capital."
"Yang Xun?" Shen Xiaoye walked towards Yang Xun who was sitting up. The moment he squatted down, the scalpel was pressed against his neck. "Did Geng Shiyong ask you to print the book, or did you print it yourself?"
"Ah!" Several scholars and servants exclaimed, but were swept by a cold look from their uncle Shen Changshou, and fell silent for a moment, because they saw that he only stepped lightly and the teacup lid on the ground shattered into powder.
Shen Changshou originally wanted to stop it, but Xiaoye was too fast, and after it had already happened, he did not stop.
He just gave his son a look and asked him to stand guard at the door.
"What...what...what book?" Yang Xun froze while covering his head. Fortunately, he knew not to shout. "You, you let me go. I have money at home. I will send it to you right away."
"I just want the Spring and Autumn Annals that you borrowed from Shen Cunhui. Send someone to get it now.
Otherwise..." Shen Xiaoye moved the blade to his face. Today is the fourteenth day of the lunar calendar and she didn't want to delay her return home for the Lantern Festival. "If a flower blooms here, you won't be able to pass the imperial examination and become an official.
Don’t you think so, Mr. Yang?”