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Cui Jue was born into an aristocratic family of the Five Surnames and Seven Famous Names. Even though he admired Miss Cuihong of Cuiwei Pavilion, he could not bear to be humiliated in front of outsiders, and he was already unhappy at the moment.

A warrior behind saw it and stepped forward to scold: "How dare a prostitute disrespect Mr. Cui? You are tired of living!"

"That's right, who do you think you are? Do you have the right to interrupt here?"

The white teeth behind the emerald veil gently bit her lips, mist appeared in her eyes, and she lowered her head.

The two maids behind him were only about fifteen years old. They hid behind him tremblingly, looking terrified.

Seeing this, Yan Kuan turned to look at Cui Jue and said, "You are a man after all. It's shameful for you to argue with a woman."

"What did you say?"

Cui Jue was furious. In the capital, everyone who saw him called him Young Master Cui or Mr. Cui. He had never been scolded in the street like this before.

"You are so brave, do you know who I am?"

Yan Kuan looked at him like an idiot: "You just knew that I came from another place, how would I know who you are?"

When these words were spoken, Cuihong and the two maids behind her were stunned. One of the maids burst out laughing, but when she saw several people looking at her, she quickly covered her mouth tightly.

Cui Jue's face turned pale, "You are looking for death"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Yan Kuan's collar, and with his other hand, he clenched into a fist and swung it over from the left.

However, Yan Kuan held him down and clamped his wrist with his other hand, suppressing Cui Jue as steady as a rock, preventing him from moving an inch.

The several martial arts candidates and Cuihong behind him were all stunned. Cuihong knew that Cui Jue was an expert in martial arts and was even a leader among all the martial arts candidates. She didn't expect that he could be restrained by just one move.

Yan Kuan was nine feet tall, much taller than the others, and with a sturdy build, he lowered his brows and looked at Cui Jue, giving Cui Jue a sense of looking down on him, which made sweat break out on his forehead.

He felt as if his hands were tightly gripped by hard steel, which made his wrists ache. His heart was trembling, and he did not dare to look up to meet Yan Kuan's sharp eyes.

Yan Kuan sneered and pushed Cui Jue back hard. Cui Jue staggered back. Fortunately, he was stopped by several people behind him, otherwise he would have to sit on the ground.

"You, do you know who you have offended?"

A martial arts candidate bravely said, "This is Master Cui, a martial arts candidate, the strongest contender for the martial arts champion title this time."

Cui Jue pushed away the hand that was supporting him, flipped over and stood up with pride on his face.

He believed that Yan Kuan had just relied on brute force to suppress him, and in terms of martial arts, he was definitely not his opponent.

He looked at Yan Kuan with a sneer in his eyes: "Yes, I advise you not to be ignorant. If you really make me angry, I might lose your life if I make a mistake."

These words gave confidence to the people behind him, and also indirectly explained that it was because of their carelessness that Yan Kuan succeeded, thus saving some face.

Yan Kuan brushed his clothes, as if he was removing some stolen goods, and spoke lazily:

"Everyone is a martial arts candidate. If you have the ability, you can show your true abilities in the martial arts champion competition in ten days."

As soon as these words came out, the people on the other side were shocked: "What? You are also a martial arts candidate?"

Dai Viet values ​​literature over military affairs. Candidates who pass the civil examination can go to Beijing to take the examination at the age of sixteen. However, if a warrior wants to achieve success after practicing martial arts for many years, he or she must be in his or her early thirties. In addition, those who pass the military examination must wait another three years. Therefore, the youngest person must be in his or her thirties before he or she can take part in the special examination for military champions.

If a military candidate fails the selection again, he will have to wait another three years, three years and three years again. Some of them will be nearly 40 years old before they can take the exam. Therefore, the military generals in the court are much older than the civil officials.

When had they ever seen such a young martial arts candidate?

"Don't joke around. You should know that pretending to be a martial arts candidate is a serious crime."

Cui Jue absolutely didn't believe it and tried to threaten Yan Kuan to make him lose face in front of Miss Cui Hong.

Yan Kuan did not want to say much, and directly took out the military examination documents, which were clearly marked with the official seal on the white paper, which made Cui Jue and others open their mouths wide with disbelief in their eyes.

After a while, Cui Jue took a deep breath and snorted coldly:

"Alright, then I will defeat you openly in front of everyone in ten days."

After saying this, he walked away with his head held high, and secretly rubbed his wrist where no one could see.

Several people behind him quickly followed.

Little did she know that all of this was seen clearly by Cuihong on the second floor.

Cuihong's lips flashed with disdain, and she turned her head to look at Yan Kuan below: "May I ask your name, sir?"

There was genuine admiration in her eyes, which made Yan Kuan feel slightly proud:

"Strict and lenient"

"So it's Mr. Yan. I'm honored to meet you." As she said this, she stood up and performed the formal etiquette for Yan Kuan.

In Dai Viet, this means that she is still a virgin and has not received any customers, and it also means that she has a good impression of Yan Kuan.

It was a pity that he met Yan Kuan, a rough man, who waved his hand casually and said, "You're welcome."

As he said that, he was about to leave.

Suddenly he thought of something, took something out of his pocket, and threw something accurately in front of Cuihong.

Cuihong quickly took it, opened her hand and saw that it was actually a ten-liang silver ingot.

Cuihong was surprised: "Sir, this..."

"Thank you for your kind words, miss. Goodbye now."

After saying this, he walked and waved, his back looking free and proud.

Cuihong held the silver in her hand and stared at his back until the end of the street.

In a wing room, a gilded whale-like beast head furnace was burning with the aroma of pine and cloud. The fragrance was cool and refreshing, with a light aftertaste. In the faint sunlight, wisps of smoke were seen.

"Sir, this is what happened. Mr. Yan gave me ten taels of silver and then left."

There was a person sitting behind the screen. Cuihong couldn't see his face clearly, but she could see his vague figure was dignified and elegant, and he exuded an intimidating aura, so she didn't dare to look up.

Not long after Mr. Yan left today, she was invited here and questioned about what had just happened.

She had been in Cuiwei Pavilion for many years and was good at observing people's words and expressions. She thought that the person behind the screen must have an extraordinary background, so she did not dare to hide it and had to tell the truth.

Xie Lian played with the ten taels of silver in his hand with an unpredictable look on his face.

"You mean, he didn't plan to go into Cuiwei Pavilion to drink, but he gave you ten taels of silver?"

Cuihong didn't expect the person behind the screen to focus on this, and answered calmly:

"Yes, Mr. Yan is a man of high moral character. I could see that he had just arrived in the capital and did not want to spend money in the brothel. But just because I said something to help him in front of Cui Jue, he gave me this ingot of silver."

"Ah......"

After giving Wei Ran a look, Wei Ran took out twenty taels of silver and handed it to Cui Hong: "You can go now."

Cuihong was stunned. After asking a few questions, she got back twenty taels. This...

After thinking for a moment, he plucked up the courage to bow:

"May I ask, sir, if I may not give up the twenty taels, but return the ten taels I just gave you?"

Of course she liked money. In a place like that, money was her only support. But when she thought of Yan Kuan's eyes that did not look down on her, and the respect in his words towards her, she felt that these ten taels of silver were more valuable than anything else.

The person behind the screen didn't say anything, but a sense of pressure came faintly...