"Say you deliberately touched me." Li Qiao said and pointed at him: "Zizai and I came here to eat, and you suddenly stood up and said a lot of nonsense. Didn't you just want to make me famous by touching me?"
Lu Wenrong never expected that Li Qiao would say such a thing. It was ridiculous. It was so ridiculous that he laughed out loud: "Am I cheating on you? Do you know who I am? I am the eldest grandson of a British official!"
"Oh." Li Qiao looked indifferent: "Then are you as famous as me? Everyone in the world knows me, Li Qiao, but do they know you, Mr. Lu?"
Lu Wenrong: "..."
He stretched out his hand and tapped Li Qiao several times, and sneered: "Famous is of no use, I am the eldest grandson of a British prince!"
Li Qiao clicked his tongue: "You think my reputation is useless, so why are you taking the initiative to rub it against me? What are you trying to quibble about? After all, I am the eldest grandson of a British public servant. Do you dare to act like this?"
Lu Wenrong: "!"
His face fell.
His facial features were already somewhat fierce, but now his face was clouded, and he looked even more frightening.
But Xin Zhi suddenly burst into laughter, and Li Qiao returned what Lu Wenrong had just said to humiliate him.
He said with a smile: "Lu Wenrong, you brought your group of people to the poetry meeting today, right? Looking at you, Peng Zhiye must have won."
"So you want to touch Li Qiao so that you can become famous through Li Qiao. Shame on you, shame on you. After all, you are the eldest grandson of a British public servant. How can you care about others like this?"
As soon as these words came out, Lu Wenrong's face became even more ugly. He glared at Xin Zhi fiercely: "If a bumpkin like him hadn't dirty the land of Juyuan, do you think I would open my mouth?!"
Hearing this, Li Qiao clicked his tongue again: "You think I'm a bumpkin, and I smell like copper. Little do you know, before I came to Juyuan, the land of Juyuan was already dirty by you."
"What did you say?" Lu Wenrong was shocked by Li Qiao's words again, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"You must have used silver to buy things when you grew up. Since you have touched silver, you must smell like copper."
"The vegetables, fruits, rice and grains you eat all grow from the soil. If these things enter your stomach, you must be contaminated with rusticity. You are rustic and smell of copper. It's my turn. Is Juyuan dyed dirty?"
"Nonsense! What I mean is that you are full of calculations and only think about making money! I deal with literati all day long, with poetry and books, and with the four treasures of the study. Don't you want to pour the dirty smell on me? !”
"Is it wrong to earn money? Is it shameful to earn money? Your Majesty is taking advantage of the opportunity to ask the disciples of the world how to replenish the treasury. What's wrong? Are you despising your Majesty?"
"You're such a mouthful!" Lu Wenrong didn't expect Li Qiao to pull out Sheng Hong. He was startled, "Don't talk nonsense. Are you worthy of being compared with the Holy One?"
"How dare I compare with the Holy One? I just followed your logic and asked. Besides, you said that you deal with literati and poets all day long. Did your literati and poets leave any famous works that have been handed down for generations? Or did they make achievements in the imperial examinations? ?”
Li Qiao raised his eyebrows and asked again.
"You!" Lu Wenrong's face turned green. Li Qiao kept saying one sentence after another, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
Li Qiao smiled: "In other words, Mr. Lu, you have accomplished nothing? Then why do you have the nerve to scold me, a top scholar and a sixth-grade editor?"
Lu Wenrong: "..."
He was so angry that he couldn't stop talking. He really didn't expect that Li Qiao, a little sixth-grade official, not only refused to be ridiculed by him, but also scolded him for being a porcelain and mocked him for being a waste.
He, Lu Wenrong, is the eldest grandson of a British duke. He has lived for more than 20 years, and he has never been so angry!
He, Lu Wenrong, had never been so angry before!
His brain was filled with anger, and he began to speak indiscriminately: "I am the eldest grandson of the British Duke. If you insult me, you are insulting the British Duke. You are so brave!"
"Kneel down and admit your mistake, and today's matter will be wiped out. Otherwise, you will just wait..."
But at this moment, the box door behind Li Qiao opened, and a slender figure walked out.
The figure said impatiently: "Lu Wenrong, you threaten and humiliate the imperial officials in public. Are you going to rebel?"
As soon as these words came out, Lu Wenrong's unfinished threats came to an abrupt end.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at this figure with a look of disbelief on his face: "Seventh Prince?!"
The seventh prince?
Li Qiao turned around and looked at the person behind him.
Tao Zhu also turned around subconsciously.
However, when the couple saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of them, their eyes widened instantly just like Lu Wenrong did.
The person in front of him was wearing a blue robe, with black hair tied up by a jade crown, long eyebrows, thin lips, and a straight nose. He was really handsome and exuded an aura of nobility.
but!
Is this person the seventh prince?
This man is clearly the man in black whom Tao Zhu rescued from the snow at the end of last year!
The man in black said his surname was Shen, this...
"I've met the Seventh Prince."
At this time, Xin Zhi saluted respectfully.
After being shocked, Lu Wenrong hurriedly put away his anger and embarrassment, and bowed respectfully: "I have met the Seventh Prince."
Li Qiao: "..."
He knew that the man in black had an extraordinary status, but he didn't expect that he was the seventh prince of the current dynasty.
He pulled off Tao Zhu's sleeve, then bowed in salute and said respectfully: "I have met the seventh prince."
"Cao, Cao people have seen the Seventh Prince." Tao Zhu couldn't contain his surprise and stuttered.
Mr. Shen is the seventh prince?
However, Mr. Shen is a little brother...
Sheng Ye glanced at Tao Zhu and Li Qiao, and then fell on Lu Wenrong, "Lu Wenrong, you threatened and insulted the imperial officials in public, are you going to rebel?"
With a cold face, he repeated what he just said.
Lu Wenrong cried out in his heart and quickly denied it: "Seventh Prince, you misunderstood. I was joking with Mr. Li."
Although the seventh prince is young, he works in the Ministry of Punishment, in charge of interrogating prisoners. He is famous for his white face and dark heart, and he has many ways to torture people.
"joke?"
Sheng Ye snorted: "I just listened to the whole story. You insulted me first, but you couldn't argue, so you wanted to move out of the British government to suppress people. You are so skilled at threatening people, I think you do this all the time."
"Although you are the eldest son of a British prince, you are a white man. If you are a white man, you dare to humiliate and threaten the imperial officials. You have violated the law of Dasheng."
"Come with me to Dali Temple."
Lu Wenrong: "!"
He couldn't believe it. Not only was he the eldest grandson of the British Duke, he was also the uncle of the fifth prince.
The seventh prince wants to slap the British Duke and the fifth prince in the face!
But thinking of the Seventh Prince's bad temper, which is harder than the stones in the pit, he said anxiously: "Seventh Prince, I was really joking with Mr. Li just now! Mr. Li, don't you think so?"
He actually looked at Li Qiao.
"You are not." Li Qiao shook his head: "You are speaking harshly to me. You want me to kneel down to you."
Lu Wenrong: "?"
He glared at Li Qiao, the little sixth-rank official. Did he want to completely offend the British government? !
Xin Zhi: "..."
He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only close it.
Li Qiao is indeed very courageous...
Sheng Ye took the ferocity on Lu Wenrong's face into his eyes and frowned: "In front of me, you are still threatening the imperial officials."
"take away."
As soon as he finished speaking, two more people walked out of the box where he was. These two people were his guards.
Lu Wenrong looked at the two guards with a livid face, damn it!
He brought people to participate in the poetry competition today, but lost to Peng Zhiye. In anger, he came to Baihua Tower to drink alone.
What he lost was not only his face, but also the face of the fifth prince.
Because that Peng Zhiye is the cousin of the third prince!
While he was depressed, he heard Xin Zhi's voice outside and knew that the famous Li Qiao was here, so he couldn't help but come out.
Because the fifth prince has lamented several times recently, saying that Li Qiao is like the God of Wealth, making money wherever he goes.
This statement made him very unconvinced.
Isn't he just a country bumpkin who smells like copper!
So he couldn't help but taunt him, wanting to vent his depression, and also want to kill the country bumpkin with his energy. The God of Wealth is clearly a country bumpkin!
But who knew things would develop to this point!
If he is really taken to Dali Temple, not only the people of the British Duke's family will be lost, but also the people of the fifth prince. Moreover, with the Seventh Prince's cold face, he would most likely suffer physical pain.
Seeing that the two guards were approaching, he didn't care about his shame anymore. He didn't want to go to Dali Temple!
He hurriedly shouted to Li Qiao: "Master Li, Zhuangyuanlang, I just drank and became confused, so you can spare me this time."
Li Qiao: "?"
Are you cowardly?
He also expected Lu Wenrong to fight to the end.
"The number one scholar? The number one scholar who won six yuan in a row? You have a lot of money, so you won't argue with me, right? I will definitely come to apologize someday."
Seeing that Li Qiao remained silent, Lu Wenrong quickly shouted again.
Seeing this, Xin Zhi also advised: "Brother Li, Lu Wenrong's words just now are indeed hateful, but now that he has known that he was wrong, how about letting it go this time?"
Li Qiao sighed softly: "I don't care, it depends on the seventh prince."
He looked at Sheng Ye: "Seventh Prince, look..."
"If you are willing to reconcile, then you can really forget it." Sheng Ye said.
It is better for a sixth-grade petty official not to resist the British government, and Lu Wenrong is also the elder brother-in-law of the fifth grade official.
"Since Mr. Lu has sincerely admitted his mistake, I am willing to reconcile." Li Qiao said.
In fact, the lack of reconciliation has already offended the British government to death.
