When Song Xin returned to Piyong, the clerk was waiting at the stable. When he was about to tie the horse, a lazy voice came.
"Huh? Isn't this Song Xin?"
Song Xin looked back and saw a group of people walking over. He frowned slightly, and it turned out to be Wei Qian, Wei Xi's son. At this time, he was followed by several young men of sixteen or seventeen years old and several young men dressed as hangers-on.
Wei Qian smiled and said, "Why, did you just come back from herding horses?"
"Hahaha!" As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him burst into laughter. The clerk didn't dare to offend these guys and quietly stepped aside. They couldn't afford to offend any of the people here. It would be better to do less than to do more.
Song Xin did not feel dissatisfied and smiled lightly: "Master Wei, do you have anything to do with me?"
Wei Qian snorted and glanced at the clerk who was about to leave, "You, come here."
The clerk didn't expect Wei Qian to call him, so he quickly walked over with Xiao, nodded, bowed and asked, "What are your orders, Master?"
"What kind of job have you arranged for Brother Song? Is he going to wash the barrels or be a groom? Let me know."
"Pfft! Hahahaha." The young men behind him burst into laughter again. The laughter attracted several people resting in the school ground to look over curiously.
"This...this..." The clerk looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say. He was afraid of offending Song Xin if he said it, but he was afraid of offending Wei Qian if he didn't say it. Seeing that he was in trouble, Song Xin said, "Master Wei, what are you doing to trouble him, a small official? I'm helping the false prime minister buy wine and meat."
"Buying wine and meat? Hahaha," Wei Qian burst into laughter upon hearing this. Then he pointed at Song Xin and said to the people next to him: "He is the servant of Young Master Cao Chong. Not only can he not live with the Young Master, but he is also reduced to buying wine and meat for a lowly official?"
When the clerk heard the other party call him a scoundrel, he kept smiling, but in his heart he wished he could castrate this bastard. Song Xin smiled faintly and wanted to leave without wanting to get into a verbal quarrel with these boys who didn't even have hair.
At this time, a tall young man behind Wei Qian stepped forward, blocked Song Xin's path, and said coldly: "Did Mr. Wei let you go?"
Before he finished speaking, the people behind him shouted and surrounded him, blocking Song Xin in the center.
"Wei Qian, what do you want?" Song Xin looked at the other party coldly. He originally wanted to calm things down, but he didn't expect that the other party would bite his nose in the face.
But Wei Qian blocked his way and asked, "What do I want? Haha, where is the wine and meat you bought? Where is it? How about you honor me?"
Song Xin smiled lightly and said, "Eat on the way."
"Eat? You ran errands for this cheap official, but you ate the meat you bought?" Wei Qian laughed.
"Well, Mr. Wei, have you finished asking?"
Wei Qian chuckled and said, "I heard that you went out privately last night and missed midnight. The deputy prime minister was looking for you everywhere."
He looked at the little young master next to him and asked, "By the way, I went out without telling the deputy prime minister and stayed out all night. What's the punishment?"
The little young man chuckled and said, "Well, I'm afraid I'll have to be whipped twenty times and grounded for three days."
"The deputy prime minister will know that I'm out, wouldn't you go to the deputy prime minister's place to tell him, right?" Song Xin asked with a smile.
Wei Qian's expression changed, he made a sound in his mouth, gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "Who are you, a bitch? You stole my position, and you still want to frame me?"
"Stealing your seat?" Song Xin sneered and said, "What seat? Is it the position of slave you mentioned?"
Wei Qian's expression suddenly changed, he glared at Song Xin and shouted, "How dare you say that again!?"
Wei Qian's face turned pale and his teeth chattered. He had long heard that Song Xin was not able to live with Cao Chong, but was thrown down the mountain to live with the slaves. Today he came to trouble Song Xin, but the boy was not here, so he sent someone to complain to the deputy prime minister, and then waited here for his return.
This boy
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He was disrespectful to himself at Xiahou Dun's banquet and took away the position of attendant that should have belonged to him. Every time he thought about this, he couldn't sleep with hatred. He must take advantage of Cao Chong's absence so that he could take advantage of Song Xin.
"Fart, the young master is talking about the position of Mr. Cao's attendant!" shouted one of Wei Qian's retainers.
Song Xin looked at Wei Qian's pale face and sneered, "Do you think you are worthy of this position?"
Wei Qian was startled. He never expected that Song Xin would dare to say, "You...you...I come from a wealthy family in Jizhou..."
Song Xin shrugged, spread his hands and said, "What about the Jizhou clan? Besides relying on your father, what else can you do? Do you dare to go to the battlefield and cut off the heads of a few enemies?"
The clerk was trembling with fear, thinking that Song Xin must have been stunned by anger. Fights between young masters here are not uncommon. After all, they are all in their prime of life, but fights often occur between people with similar family backgrounds. Even if they are injured, the two families will negotiate and compensate with some gifts. Things calmed down.
However, when a young man with a low status meets someone with a high status, even if he is humiliated again, he will choose to endure it. Although people who enter Piyong are all said to be of the same age regardless of high or low, wherever there are people, they are inevitably ranked according to their family status. But this was the first time he had seen a commoner like Song Xin dare to conflict with a nobleman.
The clerk was worried, pretended not to see him and sneaked away quietly, and ran to inform the Prime Minister that they had nothing to do with this kind of thing.
Wei Qian walked up to Song Xin with a gloomy face and almost put his face on Song Xin's face. Just as he was about to utter threatening words, he saw Song Xin take a step back in fright, "Hey, you are so close to me. What are you doing! Do you have a Longyang addiction? Let me tell you, I am not interested in you!!"
When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment. Does this Song Xin not want to live? Dare to talk about Wei Qian's secret habits in front of everyone.
But how did Song Xin know that Wei Qian had such a hobby? It was just a coincidence.
Wei Qian came to Piyong this time and brought two handsome young men to accompany him. Everyone knew what he wanted to do, but no one pointed out.
But Wei Qian thought that Song Xin was doing it on purpose, and he gritted his teeth angrily. He no longer cared about his gentlemanly demeanor, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hit him!" After saying that, he raised his fist and hit Song Xin in the face.
Song Xin's face condensed, and he suddenly flashed in front of Wei Qian, grabbed his lapel, and bumped his shoulder. Wei Qian spun a few times like a top, and finally rolled into the horse pen. The people who followed him were frightened and quickly ran in to help him. After they were able to go in, they were all overwhelmed by the stench inside.
It turns out that the horse pen has not been cleaned yet, and all the horse manure from the night was in it...
Song Xin pretended to apologize and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. You go back and take a shower and change your clothes. I'll leave now!"
"Song Xin, I'm going to kill you!" Wei Qian rushed out of the horse pen, his face covered with mud and feces, and he pulled out his sword with a swipe. The young masters and disciples behind him also drew their swords.
Song Xin chuckled and said, "Master Wei, will you fight with me?"
Wei Qian said angrily: "Chop him into pieces for me!"
But when he shouted, no one around him made any move. Wei Qian stared at them and shouted: "What's wrong, didn't you hear it!?"
"Brother Wei, are you going to kill people in Piyong?" a young man asked.
"He is just a commoner. If you kill him, my father will naturally deal with it properly. Only by killing this man today can I relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Even though he said this, these people still didn't move and just surrounded Song Xin.
"If you don't do it, then I will!" Wei Qian shouted and raised his sword to strike. Song Xin ducked sideways and slapped Wei Qian conveniently.
Wei Qian's eyes were filled with stars from the sudden slap, and his cheeks quickly swelled. In a trance, it was as if Song Xin had become two people.
He staggered and fell backward, and the young masters who came with him immediately supported him, but the stench of Wei Qian's body still made their facial features tingle.
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Together. This group of people had only been in Piyong for a few days, and they were making trouble everywhere, but today they suffered a big loss.
"Boy, don't leave!" Although they didn't dare to come up, they still pointed at Song Xin, trying to regain the situation with their mouths. Song Xin sneered and shouted: "Get out!"
"Who is causing trouble here!?"
Just as he was about to leave, a tall figure came over with a majestic voice. When Song Xin saw this person, he frowned.
"Master Vice-Chancellor!" When Wei Qian saw the person coming, he rolled his eyes and ran over crying, just like a kid who was bullied outside and went home to complain.
"Sir Vice-Chancellor! Song Xin, Song Xin beats people!"
Wei Qian had regained his consciousness at this time, covered his face and cried without regard for dignity, "He insulted me in person and even beat me!"
The person who came here was Deputy Prime Minister Piyong. He saw that Wei Qian was covered in horse dung and his cheeks were swollen as if someone had stuffed a steamed bun. He subconsciously covered his nose with his hands and comforted him: "Take Mr. Wei to clean up. I'll handle this."
When Wei Qian was helped away by two people, he turned his head and gave Song Xin a sinister look, smiled evilly, and threatened with his lips: "You are finished!" The deputy prime minister looked up at him and stared at Song Xin when he saw him walking away. : "Why are you still not polite when you see me?"
Song Xin nodded, walked up to the deputy prime minister, bowed and said, "Master deputy prime minister, this is not what they said."
"Shut up. I haven't asked any questions yet." The deputy prime minister snorted coldly. He looked at a young master who had moved with Wei and asked, "Tell me, what happened? Why was Mr. Wei beaten?"
"Yes...it's him. We originally wanted to borrow a horse for a trip, but he also fell in love with the horse that Brother Wei wanted to borrow. Of course Brother Wei refused, so he started beating people!"
Song Xin smiled instead of being angry. This man was really proficient in confusing right and wrong.
Song Xin wanted to speak, but the deputy prime minister said: "Well, if you fail to snatch the horse and start beating someone, according to Piyong's rules, you will be sent to the laundry department for ten days and the other guests will be fined two thousand yuan."
Song Xin was stunned. He didn't expect that the deputy prime minister would make such a hasty decision. He quickly argued: "Sir, do you only listen to one side of the story?"
The deputy prime minister looked at Song Xin sideways and said, "Why, do you think it's unfair to punish you? Why didn't you show up at midnight last night? I originally wanted to let you go, but you are so arrogant. In addition to the punishment just now, you will also be punished. Twenty lashes and three days of grounding. Okay, go get your punishment." He waved his hand impatiently and told Song Xin to go away.
"It's unfair. They were the ones who provoked me first and drew their swords to kill me later," Song Xin said.
"Hmph, let me ask you, do you have anyone to prove it?"
"No." Song Xin found that the petty officials had fled long ago, but even if they were here, there was no need to expect these two villains to help him clarify.
The deputy prime minister nodded and looked at the people following Wei Qian, "You all saw it, was he the one who snatched the horses and beat people?"
"Yes! It's him!" They unanimously framed Song Xin.
"Okay, they all saw you snatching horses and beating people. What else do you have to say?"
Song Xin narrowed his eyes slightly. This deputy prime minister must have deliberately made things difficult for him because he didn't give him a favor. I don’t have any recommendation letters from famous people, so my family background is definitely not comparable to that of Wei Qian and others.
Whether to help him, a person with no background and no benefits, or to help a group of rich and powerful nobles, the deputy prime minister naturally chose the latter.
Originally, Song Xin wanted to visit this man and give him some profit in exchange for some peace. But now this idea has been wiped out of his mind. He will not give a single penny to this bastard.
Seeing that Song Xin was not convinced, the deputy prime minister smiled coldly with a proud look on his face, "Why are you still standing here? Just let me receive the punishment! Do you still miss me?"
"Slow down!" As he spoke, a person walked over.
When the deputy prime minister saw it, his face suddenly turned pale.
"Young Master!?"
(End of chapter)
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