The best county magistrate

The sound of the three distinguished guests made Yang Xuanchen's face fall. This battle was like going to a club in the previous life.

He picked his ears and found that he heard correctly, and then put on a smile again.

At this time, the strong men of Qinxinfang stood in two rows and gave way to the entrance to the painting boat.

Yang Xuanchen gave Zhang Biao and Shen Qingyun a proud look, signaling them to follow him.

The three of them walked forward in a swaggering manner, and as soon as they arrived at the door, they met Murong Qingyu, whose hearty laughter immediately caught Yang Xuanchen's attention.

He was wearing a plain white silk robe, with a jade-colored belt around his waist, and the skirt of his clothes fluttered in the wind, exuding an extraordinary temperament.

His face seemed to have been carefully carved by a craftsman, his eyebrows flew into the temples slantingly, and his eyes were bright and lively, like the first dew of autumn water.

"My wife, Murong Qingyu, has offended many people just now. I would like to ask Master Yang to pay tribute..."

As soon as they met, the person in front of him revealed his identity, which made Yang Xuanchen extremely wary.

He turned his head and glanced at Shen Qingyun, as if he wanted to ask why?

On the other hand, Shen Qingyun whispered in Yang Xuanchen's ear, "Murong Qingyu, the eldest grandson of Murong Bo, the grand master of the dynasty, is twenty-four years old and is the deputy captain of Zhenwei."

Murong Qingyu was obviously not low in martial arts, and he listened to all these whispers. He glanced at Shen Qingyun with a sideways eyebrow, and thought to himself: Another young master from a troubled world.

When his eyes caught sight of Zhang Biao, he was stunned for a moment and then relieved. No wonder Yang Xuanchen wanted to scold himself for looking down on others. It turned out to be because of this person.

While he was sizing him up, Yang Xuanchen came up to him with a smile on his face, "Mr. Murong, I have offended my subordinate Yang Xuanchen, so please forgive me."

After all, he is the grandson of the Grand Master, and his official rank does not seem to be as high as anyone else's. Anyway, he has clearly identified his identity. Why not put down his status first? It is better to have many friends than many enemies.

The spring-like tone seemed to make the unpleasantness that had just happened dissipate with the wind. Murong Qingyu laughed a few times and invited the three of them to go up to the fourth floor.

The scene in front of the boat was watched by all the guests on the first and second floors, and everyone showed a bewildered expression.

None of them expected that a member of the Murong family would personally greet the guests and call the young master who had just caused trouble his lord.

When did the capital have such a young and handsome adult?

When Yang Xuanchen stepped onto the fourth floor, he noticed Liu and Li not far away with their backs to him. The smile on his face froze and he almost forgot to put down his steps when he raised them.

"Master Murong, I remembered that the fire at home has not been extinguished..."

Just as he was about to say goodbye, Liu Qingshan's voice rang out, "Mr. Yang! It's been a long time since I last saw you. Why do you have to leave after seeing me?"

Li Changliu almost laughed out loud. After glancing at Liu Qingshan, he turned around and waved to Yang Xuanchen, "Xuanchen, come and sit."

"It's been more than two years since we parted ways in Linjiang, and you didn't know how to write me a letter. Shouldn't you be punished?"

The two of them played a red face and a bad face, and Yang Xuanchen's performance was so good that he had to sit next to Liu Qingshan with a ridicule.

"Teacher, Mr. Li, I should be punished if I am a lower-ranking official. Three cups of wine is not enough. Is it okay if I am punished with six cups of wine?"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass and flask and drank three or four glasses.

"Okay, okay, let's get to know each other first."

Liu Qingshan formally introduced Murong Qingyu and Murong Qingluan to them, and also told them all about Yang Xuanchen's deeds.

The truth of his words shocked the Murong brothers and sisters, and both of them looked at Yang Xuanchen.

It is said that the thousand-word stele that Concubine Shu erected in front of the Jixia Academy was due to his talent and learning. The wine, soap, tea, etc. that were popular in the capital came from Qingshui County under his jurisdiction.

It is absolutely unprecedented that so many miracles are concentrated in one person, and this person is still so young.

After they got acquainted with each other, Murong Qingyu served some hot dishes, which made the three people who had been hungry for a long time express their gratitude.

After drinking a few more glasses of wine, the dish was finished by Zhang Biao, a fool, so he had to serve another round, causing Yang Xuanchen to glare at him fiercely.

At this time, Murong Qingluan, who had always been aggrieved, spoke up, "Big bearded brother, why are you just eating and not talking?"

Zhang Biao didn't even raise his head when he heard this, and replied: "Well... no... well, I still drank."

His upright style made everyone smile knowingly, so they didn't care about him. He just had a big appetite and just ate.

"Second brother, eat less, don't burst."

Zhang Biao put down the big pig's trotter in his hand and smiled naively, "I've been hungry all day. I can't eat enough. I'll have to fight the girl for 300 rounds in a while..."

Yang Xuanchen, who was next door to Mary, was so angry. He didn't know that this idiot could talk without thinking. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, not caring whether his mouth was greasy or not.

His words aroused Murong Qingluan's strong contempt, "Brother, look, look, there is a girl's house here."

"Haha, little sister, you are wrong to think this way. Where is our Qinxinfang?"

"Isn't it a place where men go to have fun?"

"Come here, invite those dancers over. What's so good about plain wine? Let's drink while watching the dance."

Murong Qingyu was worthy of being a military attache, and he had such a bold temper that he called the dancers from Qinxinfang up to him regardless of whether his little sister was still there.

His move won Zhang Biao's absolute favor, "Brother Murong, I, Zhang Biao, don't have much talent, but I can never make mistakes when I know people. You are a friend worth keeping."

"Come, let me toast you."

The two of them smiled generously and drank everything in a glass of wine. Yang Xuanchen and Shen Qingyun also raised their glasses to drink together.

Murong Qingluan pouted and folded his arms in anger at the four people's actions.

Once the song was over, the drama that followed was beyond what great scholars like Liu Qingshan and Li Changliu could bear.

Although they wanted to touch and take a look, after all, they were high officials of the imperial court, and it would damage their reputation if this matter spread, so they left after saying a few words.

Murong Qingluan snorted coldly, excused himself to send his two elders off and went back home.

After they all left, several waiters dimmed the oil lamps, and the fourth floor of the boat became extremely exciting.

"Brother Yang, Brother Shen, Biao...Brother Biao, don't be polite whichever you like, I, Murong Qingyu, will pay for all the expenses tonight."

Maybe it was because they drank too much, or maybe the four of them were in love. Anyway, they had a great time that night. If Guan Yao hadn't arrived, these five people would have had to become sworn friends again.

Halfway through the break, the four of them put on their pants and returned home to find their respective mothers.

As soon as they returned to Sanwei Bookstore, Yang Xuanchen and Zhang Biao were picked up by Wang Tieshan and beaten violently. Their noses were bruised and their eyes were swollen, and they screamed for mercy.

Then the two of them were thrown into the tub, and soon they fell asleep.

This operation shocked Shen Qingyun's eyebrows. Fortunately, Grandpa Wang's fist did not swing towards him, otherwise he would have stopped eating.

Wang Tieshan hooked Shen Qingyun's shoulders and said earnestly: "The medicine will be stronger these days. You can take them out every night to release it."

"It will only take about four or five days. You guys... pay attention to your hygiene."