The best county magistrate

The voice sounded from far away, and a handsome young man pushed aside the crowd and entered the thatched cottage.

"Oh, isn't this Qin Chengdong? What's wrong? You haven't captured Miss Yuan yet?"

"Let me tell you, you can go back and beg your father, or your grandpa. Why don't you just give me five hundred thousand taels of silver to redeem Miss Yuan's body? Why don't you just..."

"Bah, Song Xiuwen! Stop making sarcastic remarks here, you are not a good bird either!" Qin Chengdong spat.

Song Xiuwen didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore. Seeing Xin Ran still standing in the thatched cottage, he was surprised at first, then nodded to her and looked at Yang Xuanchen.

"You...you are Yang...Yang..."

"Brother Song, don't you remember now? In the spring of three years ago, you and I were the top three in the same period!" Yang Xuanchen stood up, cupped his hands, and said with a smile.

"Yang Xuanchen! You are Yang Xuanchen!" Song Xiuwen's eyes shone brightly, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

"I never imagined that the three of us would meet again in this way!" he added.

Seeing that Qin Chengdong's identity had been confirmed by Song Xiuwen, Yang Xuanchen no longer needed to be secretive.

He greeted him with a smile on his face, "I just met Mr. Qin in the imperial study room this morning. Mr. Qin said that Brother Qin has a brain disease recently and gets sick from time to time..."

"Yes, yes, I have a brain disease..." Qin Chengdong glanced at Yang Xuanchen and couldn't figure out why he changed his attitude and helped him.

He pretended to cover his forehead and kept shouting that it hurt, but his acting skills were not satisfactory.

Yang Xuanchen shook his head.

Xinran on the side was also one of the two elders at the moment. Song Xiuwen and Qin Chengdong were both sons of Shangshu family.

The former is insidious and cunning and a hypocrite, while the latter is arrogant and unreasonable and is a second-generation ancestor.

Coupled with the fact that Yang Xuanchen appeared out of nowhere, it is estimated that today will be the busiest day in Liuyinglu in the twelfth lunar month.

Moreover, the young man in front of him, who was more handsome than the woman, actually claimed to have just come out of the imperial study room, which was even more intriguing.

Since the three of them are not easy to offend, they can only make amends themselves first.

Xinran sighed and retreated from the nursing home, leaving only the leading woman behind. "Ruping, come with me to Qiuju to tidy up."

Then she greeted everyone and said, "Four gentlemen, please move to Qiu Lu in a moment, and I will personally cook tea for you."

She didn't care whether they agreed or not, and left on her own.

In the house, Yang Xuanchen, Song Xiuwen, Qin Chengdong and Zhang Biao got to know each other again, and then they were led to Qiu Lu by Liu Yinglu's waiter.

At this moment, Xinran was sitting in front of the low table, cooking tea. The fragrance of the Zixiao Xiancui tea was faintly mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms, making it look elegant and noble.

"The thatched cottage here is named Qiuju, which means elegance and tranquility..."

Xinran poured tea for several people as she spoke, and then said to Qin Chengdong: "Every girl from Liuyinglu has different rules for redemption."

"Shao Ying just needs more money. If Master Qin really likes her, there are still ways."

Then she glanced at Song Xiuwen, "I advise the Second Young Master Song to give up on Miss Fang from Donglu. You can't even beat her in chess, and you can't even pass the first level..."

As Xin Ran told it, Yang Xuanchen understood many stories and rules in Liuyinglu.

This is very interesting. I didn’t expect that it would be so fun to play in this era.

"I dare to ask Miss Xinran, if I want to redeem my life for you, what price will I have to pay?" Yang Xuanchen couldn't help but ask.

However, his words aroused strong contempt from Song Xiuwen and Qin Chengdong.

"Master Yang, you are overestimating your capabilities." Song Xiuwen said lightly, and then Qin Chengdong echoed: "Miss Xinran, you dare to think about it, you are awesome!"

"Can't you even think about it?"

Yang Xuanchen straightened his body, stared at Xin Ran and said, "As the saying goes, benevolence and righteousness are not the main factors in buying and selling. Xin Ran might as well make a price first."

"So Mr. Yang has fallen in love with the little girl?" Xin Ran shook her head gently and asked with a smile.

"Miss Xinran is as beautiful as a flower. I believe there is no man in the world who wouldn't like her." Yang Xuanchen said, picking up the tea cup and taking a sip.

"Is it just because of the little girl's appearance?"

Yang Xuanchen stretched out a finger and shook it in front of her, smiling: "No, no, beauty is just a moment of youth, and the value of a person is not just beauty."

Xinran glanced at him thoughtfully, and she found that Yang Xuanchen's eyes were very clear, unlike other men who came to Liuyinglu.

His eyes are like clear springs, penetrating but bottomless. At first glance they are unremarkable, but upon closer inspection they are intriguing.

Did he discover something, or did he start laying out the layout at the small pavilion in front of the house.

After all, an official with access to the imperial study would not come to Liuyinglu for no reason to enjoy himself.

His sentence was not just beautiful, did he want to tell me that he already knew his identity!

With an uneasy feeling, Xin Ran asked: "Then Mr. Yang, do you think there is anything else about this little girl that attracts you?"

Yang Xuanchen didn't know that she had many thoughts in her heart. He just thought it was fun and wanted to tease her.

"It depends on Miss Xinran herself. You can tell her your requirements."

Before Xin Ran could say anything, Song Xiuwen took over the topic, "The literary man is the best in the world, the warrior is above the heaven, and the wealth is as great as that of the country..."

There are many other minor requirements, but they are not the key. The key lies in civil and military and financial resources.

At this time, Qin Chengdong patted his head and said, "I almost forgot that Mr. Yang's poems are unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and he also wrote the Story of the Stone."

"If I were to write brilliantly, I'd probably be number one in the world."

"My grandpa always uses Mr. Yang as an example to reprimand me for not making progress, hehe."

His words actually made Yang Xuanchen laugh, "Brother Qin was ranked second in the rankings that year, so you shouldn't underestimate yourself."

"What's wrong with being second in the rankings? Just ask Brother Song, he's still the top pick!" Qin Chengdong said, patting Song Xiuwen beside him and continued.

"Everyone knows what happened that year. If you had written a stock article, the number one scholar would not have escaped. It's a pity that you insisted on writing a vernacular article. I don't know what you were thinking."

Song Xiuwen hated it when others brought this up, because he was always given the most untrue title of No. 1 Scholar.

To this day, he is still working as an editor of the sixth rank in the Hanlin Academy, unlike Qin Chengdong who has been transferred from editor to household department as a Yuanwailang.

He snorted coldly, and his eyes suddenly became fiercer, "Brother Qin, please stop making sarcastic remarks. Master Yang may be the number one scholar in Dayan, but this wealth..."

He stopped talking, but it was obvious that Song Xiuwen felt that Yang Xuanchen could not have any wealth.

"Master Song is right, I don't have much money. I won't know if I want to enter Liuyinglu next time." Yang Xuanchen started laughing.

On the contrary, Xin Ran glanced at Yang Xuanchen again.

The guy's posture when he took out the banknotes just now was quite handsome, and there were still many banknotes hidden in his inner pocket.

That's a lot more money than the two of you, second-generation officials and third-generation officials.

But, is this pretty boy still crying about poverty? I don’t believe you, you pretty boy is so mean!

No, if this kid is really rich, wouldn't that satisfy the conditions for his redemption?

If he really redeemed himself, would he obey him or fight to the death?

Ah...it's so confusing, what am I thinking.

Xinran didn't realize that a few simple words had caused many inexplicable thoughts to her who was usually calm.

Naturally, she became curious about him.

Yang Xuanchen saw that she was just looking at him but not speaking, so he asked one more question: "Could it be that the money that Miss Xin Ran redeemed her from was a million taels of silver?"

"That's not necessary, as long as the wealth is higher than that of the Wang family in Pingzhou."

Xin Ran may have felt that what he said was not specific enough, so he added: "Whoever redeems me from the house must also make me the mistress of his family, otherwise there is no need to discuss it."

"My third brother has much more money than that king, but...you girl is not made to be a mistress."

"I don't think Third Brother is willing to redeem himself for you. You just have to have a pretty face. It's peaceful elsewhere."

Zhang Biao's sudden words made Xinran's eyes widen, and her face turned red with anger.

Who wins?

I’m still very knowledgeable, okay?