Chapter 42 Crazy (Collect them all~~)

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  Yesterday was really exciting, recommended crazy surge, rewarded a dozen or so, when the small official saw it, his mood was indescribable!

  Thank you, thank you all. I've never been so excited in my life, even more than when I held my girlfriend's hand for the first time.

  Thank you to the six book friends '无极限1', '嗒嗒', ', '油炸·煎餃', '熊兆宇', and '残雨逍遥' for their generous rewards, thank you, sincerely.

  Finally, I'd like to ask for some recommendations, just a few dozen votes away from the recommended list.

  Collecting is slow recently, hope uncollected book friends can collect it, and passing by book friends can also collect it, even if you use it to relieve boredom in the future.

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  Wei Zhao, Xiang Liang and Fu Yan sat in a row on the stairs far to the north, looking at the crowd below who were talking in whispers and in disarray. At first they were still enthusiastic, but soon they became bored and listless.

  The little girl first stared at the high platform with shining eyes, her small face was very excited, secretly glancing at Wei Zhao, her thoughts were constantly moving. But after waiting for a long time, no one appeared, and she couldn't help but feel a bit bored, her big eyes rolling around, suddenly making eye contact with Fu Yang, then turning to Wei Zhao and saying "Young master, shall we go buy some food?"

  Wei Xiao's mind was still preoccupied with Qin Yun's affairs, and upon hearing the little girl's words, he subconsciously nodded his head, then immediately said: "Let's buy some melon seeds." Watching plays while eating melon seeds used to be one of his favorite things to do.

  Xiao Yatou immediately responded with a sound, and happily jumped up. Fu Yang hurriedly pushed the things on the steps towards Wei Zhao, and the two of them walked together towards the courtyard where the scholars were gathered.

  Looking at the back of Wei Zhao, his face showed confusion, and he immediately turned his head to look around, but there was no one within a radius of two or three zhang. His eyes moved slightly as he muttered to himself: "With Qin Yun's intervention, I'll make another move, and it shouldn't be difficult for the Wei family to get through this crisis, right?"

  After all, he is the young master of the Wei family. Although Wei Zhao appears to be unconcerned on the surface, in reality, every move he makes today is a display, a show of force. He doesn't seek to stop the ambitions of the wolves and tigers, but at least make them hesitant, giving him and Li Xiuwan time to lay out their plans calmly.

  Wei Xiao thought to himself, nodding his head slightly, thinking that this should be enough to intimidate some people. He let out a soft breath, thinking that from now on he wouldn't have to be so tired and could live a carefree life as a young master. Looking up at the distant high platform, two blurry figures could be seen climbing onto it from behind.

  Wei Xiao's expression changed slightly, and he put the melon seeds back into his mouth. He was still quite curious about the current grand occasion.

  "Who is this? Grand Secretary Zhao Yuanke of the Hanlin Academy..."

  A scholar's son was very surprised and said.

  "Ah, and also Wu Fangyuan, a compiler of the Hanlin Academy..."

  "Unexpectedly, two Hanlin scholars arrived at once, it seems that this time's debate on Buddhism is going to be different..."

  "Right, right, I've heard that Zhou Shao Yang from Wuzhou is also here. This time he's obviously aiming for the top spot..."

  "Hmph, the top scholar has always been me, the talented young man from Jinling. How could it be easily taken by someone else, especially from Wuzhou..."

  "Right, those barbarians, how can they be compared with a top scholar..."

  The figure on the high platform didn't seem to care about the chaotic crowd below, said a few words loudly, then turned around and walked to one side, sitting down in a chair.

  All sorts of rumors burst forth, one after another, and were transmitted far away to Wei Zhao's ears. Wei Zhao looked from afar at the two vague figures, and vaguely understood that the real show was about to begin.

  The surrounding noise was disturbing, but Wei Zao listened with great interest. Despite the distance, these people managed to convey every word spoken by the person on the high platform, and even added their own comments, allowing Wei Zao, who had not understood much initially, to grasp more than half of it.

  "Master, for you." Wei Zao was listening curiously when a large package wrapped in oil paper appeared before him, held by a small white hand that wiggled it back and forth.

  Wei Zhuo faintly took over, a big bag, full of melon seeds. Xiao Yao's small hands were still holding a teapot, and Fu Yang was carrying three cups with a melancholy face behind him.

  Wei Zhuo was cracking melon seeds while gazing at the figure on the high platform, and said lightly, "Speak."

  The little girl's buttocks had just sat down, and upon hearing this, her big eyes blinked, and she looked confused, saying: "Young master, what are you talking about?"

  Wei Zhuo threw away the melon seed shell, grinding his teeth, and glanced at her lightly. Pretending to be silly, he was already familiar with Xiao's tricks.

  The little girl immediately knew she had been seen through, and revealed a big smile, coquettishly saying: "Young master, you've already promised me..."

  Wei Zhao looked at the cute little face and smiled, then glanced at Fu Yang, who was holding a handful of melon seeds that wasn't even a quarter of what she had. She glared at him with annoyance and poured half of her own melon seeds into his hand.

  Fu Jiong was startled and repeatedly said it was okay. In the end, he still looked at Wei Xiao and withdrew his hand, only to say with a embarrassed face: "Thank you, teacher."

  The little girl glanced at her small mouth, and with a dissatisfied pout, she muttered: "Hmph, going out without bringing money, even less than Young Master." Although she said so, her face still looked pleased as she poured the clinking objects from her hand into Wei Zhao's oil-paper package.

  Wei Zhuo's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he glanced at Fu Yang, feeling curious about his identity once again.

  Fu Yan's face turned even redder, his entire face pressed against the greased paper package.

  "Hooo~~~"

  "Waaaahhhh..."

  "Ah... Ah... Ah..."

  Suddenly the scene erupted, everyone stood up, and all sorts of strange shouts filled the entire venue.

  Wei Zhao slightly furrowed his brow, his eardrums stinging with pain, and looked up at the high platform. He saw a woman in a plain white dress, her figure elegant and refined, walking slowly onto the stage. Although they were far apart, Wei Zhao could still recognize that it was Yi Yun.

  Wei Zhao looked around at the crowd, who were extremely out of control, and was somewhat stunned. Although he knew that Yi Yun had some fame, he hadn't expected her to drive the entire audience into such a frenzy.

  Fu Jiong looked at the high platform with some pride and smiled at Wei Zao, saying: "Teacher didn't expect it, did you? My sister has already retired for three years."

  "Three years of seclusion?" Wei Xiao's eyelids twitched, just how great was this charm that even after three years, people still hadn't forgotten, and were still so fervent?

  Xiangliang stared at the high platform with big eyes blinking, also quite curious.

  "Ah ah ah, Yiyun is going to play the piano..."

  "Oh, Miss Yiyun is going to play the piano for us..."

  "Waaaah, Yiyun Miss, Yiyun Miss......"

  "Play the piano, play the piano, play the piano..."

  Before long, the mixed sounds changed again, echoing throughout the high platform. Neat and uniform, passionate and flying.

  Wei Zhao discerned the vague voice and turned to look at Fu Yang: "Is Yiyun's guqin playing good?"

  Fu Yan's face grew even more proud, and he patted his chest, saying: "Teacher, it's not that I'm arrogant, but in the entire Jinling, or even the entire Daqi, there is no one who surpasses my sister in terms of qin skills."

  Wei Xiao nodded thoughtfully, looking at Fu Yang with a face full of reverence and warmth, and it was possible to sense that the relationship between the two people seemed not ordinary.

  From a distance, Yiyun first bowed to the crowd, and then seemed to say something, before floating over to sit down lightly on the edge of a table and chair that had appeared at some unknown time.

  In an instant, everyone fell silent, the hubbub of voices ceased, and all eyes were fixed intently on the stage, ears perked up, quietly awaiting the elegant sound of Yiyun's zither.

  Chu Han was extremely excited, his face flushed red, his hands trembling as he grasped the armrests of the chair, and said in a low voice, "Yiyun miss, you must see this!"

  Zhou Shao Yang's eyes were fiercely hot and greedy, a thread of resentment gradually condensed, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart hummed with coldness.

  Still wearing a calm and collected expression, but with an intense possessiveness burning in his eyes.

  Inside the northern tent, it also became quiet at this moment.

  The emperor lay on his side in bed, gazing at Yiyun's back, and a look of sudden confusion and reminiscence flashed across his aged face.

  Wei Zhao was also infected and stopped his hands that were holding the melon seeds, casting his eyes towards the high platform.