Chapter 28: The Small Man (Seeking Collection and Recommendation)

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  Wei Zhao smiled and nodded at the young man, then turned to Lian Bu, who had been calm and composed throughout, seemingly not caring about winning or losing. His eyes narrowed slightly as he said with a smile: "Young Master Lian, I won."

  As soon as Wei Zhao's words fell, everyone's face turned red with anger, and they glared at him, but they were restrained by the presence of the dignitaries in the pavilion. They didn't dare to speak out, so they could only cast their eyes on Lian Yue, hoping that he would teach Wei Zhao a lesson for being so presumptuous and humiliating them.

  I lost.

  Under everyone's gaze, he smiled calmly and lightly, saying "I lost" in a gentle tone, like a soft breeze that gently brushed against the ears of the people around him.

  "Hmm"

  The crowd had not yet reacted, Chen Zhuo suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood, his eyes dimmed, his face flushed, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, directly falling to the ground, his legs twitched once, and he no longer responded.

  Jiang You's heart was churning with emotions, but he forced a smile and smiled warmly at Wei Zhao, then quickly helped up Chen Zhuo who had fainted, and hastily left.

  Everyone seemed to be stunned by Chen Zhuo's consecutive reactions, staring blankly with their eyes wide open, looking at Wei Xiao who was still motionless on the field, with a dazed expression in their eyes.

  Lian Wei watched as Chen Zhuo was taken away by Jiang You, slightly furrowing his brow. He then turned to face Wei Zhao, cupping his fist in respect, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he smiled and said: "Although Brother Wei has won through somewhat cunning means, with a hint of unorthodox methods, Lian Mou has lost and will not deny it. However, I still wish to offer Brother Wei some advice: the benefits of clever words are but a small path, unworthy of being shown in public. I hope Brother Wei can heed Lian Mou's sincere words and soon walk the righteous path."

  Wei Zhao's eyes changed slightly, and he looked at Lian Cui with a sincere expression, his words coming from the heart. He understood the reason for Lian Cui's sudden change, but couldn't help but admire him. With just a few sentences, Lian Cui turned his own provocation into a weakness of Wei Zhao's, bluntly implying that he was only good at verbal sparring and taking detours. In one move, he transformed the disadvantage and struck back at Wei Zhao with a sideways blow. Especially the last sentence, it's unknown how many people would admire him for it.

  The crowd around Wei Zhuo was immediately in an uproar, excitedly rushing towards him with a loud roar.

  "Yes, that's right, this kind of small path is not suitable for a stage!"

  "Right, glib tongue, petty man!"

  "Wei Zhao, you'd better go back and study, don't bring out this kind of nonsense and lose face!"

  "Haha, this picture is ridiculous!"

  Fu Rong's small face was flushed with excitement, and he had the urge to rush up and argue, but he also felt a sense of fear. He could only hide behind Xiangxiang, sticking out his neck and shouting: "Your big way is not as good as our little way, you should go back and study..."

  But his small arms and legs, his voice had not yet escaped when it was drowned out by the surrounding soldiers who seemed to have won a victory.

  Xiangliang's small face puffed up, she rolled up her sleeves, with a look of being ready to fight, staring with big eyes, standing fiercely beside Weizhao.

  Lian Wei was very satisfied with the effect he had created. He could imagine how the high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Personnel would evaluate him after today's events were made public.

  "Hmm, this child speaks reasonably, deeply resonating with me."

  "Generous in spirit and noble in character."

  "Not arrogant nor impatient, not rushed nor discouraged."

  "...can enter top three!"

  "...can be put to great use!"

  "What great fortune for our country!"

  He is elegant and refined, with a gentle and dignified demeanor, holding a folding fan and wearing a Confucian robe, looking like a handsome young nobleman.

  Wei Zhao listened to the voices around him, furrowed his brow, turned back to look at Fu Yang who was still shouting loudly with no effect, and then looked at the fierce little girl. He smiled in his heart and reached out to touch her small head.

  Xianglian was touched by him, and habitually wrinkled her small nose, then looked up at the young master with a surprised expression, blinking her big eyes. Meaning: Young Master, aren't you angry?

  Wei Xiao chuckled and shook his head.

  As soon as the crowd saw Wei Zhao's contemptuous gesture, they were instantly enraged. Thunderous roars shook the sky, scolding Wei Zhao from head to toe, and then from his skin to his soul, saying that he was worthless, with dead hair and festering feet, bringing disaster to his family.

  Lian Wei watched as the crowd roared in anger, while calmly and quietly retreating to one side, all the while watching Wei Zhao with a cold smile.

  Wei Zhao was shocked, looking at the many scholars in front of him who were scolding and shouting like a group of fishwives. The way they cursed, their tone, their angry expressions, it was truly an eye-opener for him. He had thought that Confucian scholars were all refined gentlemen, emphasizing kindness, courtesy, humility, filial piety, brotherly love, propriety, righteousness, and integrity! But it turned out he was completely wrong, these people scolding in the street, those fishwives were still amateurs, after all they only cursed with foul language, but these people didn't use a single profanity, yet it was even more unbearable!

  Wei Zhuang watched with great interest, listened with relish, and these people naturally became more and more angry. Although this anger was self-inflicted and inexplicable, it did not hinder their heartfelt outburst, and saliva poured in like a fountain, directly splashing onto Wei Zhuang.

  "Wait, wait, everyone...!" A soldier who had just run back squeezed into the crowd and shouted in a low, embarrassed voice. They came and went in shifts, and he didn't fully understand the situation. Looking at the undulating waves of guards surging around him like leaves floating on the sea, his heart was filled with cold sweat as he thought to himself: "What has this young master Wei done to anger them so?"

  The crowd was in an uproar, with angry shouts and curses flying back and forth. But almost instantly, the shouting stopped as if on cue, and dozens of eyes fixed intently on a young man standing not far from Wei Xiang. A strange glint flickered in their gaze.

  Wei Zhao once again witnessed the eagerness of the scholars to make progress, turned his head to look at the not-too-distant building, vaguely seeing people crowded together, whispering to each other.

  Nazhi's dry mouth and tongue looked at the crowd, carefully looked at Lian Bei who was always calm and elegant on the side, then turned to look at Wei Zhao, squeezed out a smile and said: "Young Master Wei, Yin Kong Da Shi invites you to go with him, saying that he wants to introduce some old friends to you."

  As soon as the words came out, the surroundings immediately became even quieter. The crowd that had been full of expectation and excitement suddenly held their breath, their eyes fixed in a stare, and their entire body stiffened.

  His expression changed instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently. He didn't believe that Wei Zhao had really been invited into the meditation room by Yin Kong Master, but as soon as the words fell, his elegant and refined demeanor disappeared in an instant. His eyes turned cold and still, his fists clenched tightly, his fingers white with tension, and his gaze at Wei Zhao was mixed with resentment, anger, and unwillingness, a surge of resentment bursting out from his chest.

  Everyone didn't believe it at first, thinking it was just a rumor. Now that they've heard it, they're all blushing and looking away, their eyes fixed straight ahead as if mesmerized by a peerless beauty dancing before them.

  But before everyone could react, Shizi added in a low voice: "Miss Yinyin is also invited."

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  In an instant, everyone's face changed, and they turned their heads in unison to gaze at him with cold expressions, their eyes blazing with anger as if they wanted to swallow him alive.

  Yiyun is the dream lover of all men in Jinling, she excels at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and song composition. Her figure is slender and elegant, her character warm and gentle. Her dance moves are light and airy, like a heavenly being. With one frown or smile, she captivates the hearts of all people.

  A talented young man loves a beautiful woman, and the talented young man's companion thinks that only Yiyun is worthy of her in the entire Jinling. Now, looking at his crush meeting his rival in this situation, although he knows nothing will happen, he still feels like something is stuck in his throat, unbearably uncomfortable, and his heart is filled with a surge of nameless anger, his brain boiling over.