"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
Sheng Changquan approached and asked, "Just now, I heard from Ziyuan and the others that you had a dispute in the house?"
Secretly glancing at Aunt Wei and Minglan not far away, Sheng Changquan secretly considered the current situation.
Was it really a quarrel?
——Sheng Changquan was doubtful.
"Auntie, has sister made you angry?"
However, after seeing Minglan and Aunt Wei sitting closely together, Sheng Changquan felt relieved.
He understood that no matter what happened, it must have passed by now.
However, at this time, he had a serious look on his face, as if he was resolutely stating his position.
"Auntie, don't worry!"
Without asking what was right or wrong, Sheng Changquan said directly: "I know this must all be my sister's fault. Auntie, tell me what happened, and I will tell my grandmother and let her punish my sister!" "
"What?"
Minglan was stunned for a moment, and then immediately wanted to reprimand: "Xiao Qi!"
"hehe!"
Seeing that Sheng Changquan did this deliberately, Aunt Wei couldn't help but said cheerfully: "Okay, brother Quan, what are you talking about?"
"Minger is so well-behaved and sensible, how can she make mistakes?"
"hey-hey!"
Sheng Changquan smiled stupidly, then faced his sister's "angry" gaze and said flatteringly: "Yes! Yes! Aunt, you are right!"
"My sister is so considerate, how could she contradict you, aunt?"
"Look at my bad mouth!"
Sheng Changquan gently "caressed" his mouth a few times, and Quan thought he was palming it.
"Auntie, wasn't I misled by Ziyuan and the others?"
After saying something to Aunt Wei, Sheng Changquan quickly turned to Minglan and explained: "Sister, you can't blame me, they told me that you were making trouble this afternoon, wasn't it because I was impatient and misunderstood! "
"alright!"
Aunt Wei didn't want to continue this topic to avoid arousing Minglan's suspicion. She changed the subject and said, "Brother Quan, where have you been today? Why are you back now?"
As she said this, her eyes showed a bit of heartache: "Why are you still working so hard after passing the provincial examination? You can't come back until now!"
Aunt Wei doesn't know much about the "socializing" of scholars. After Qiu Wei, it is equivalent to half-stepping into the officialdom, and sometimes you need to socialize.
Moreover, this socializing is not only tiring and time-consuming, it also takes a toll on your stomach.
If Sheng Changquan hadn't been gifted with special abilities and could freely control his own body, he would probably be in an even worse situation now.
After all, if you want to achieve success, you have to "take the alcohol test".
"Yes, Xiaoqi, how will your writing be today? Is there something wrong?"
At this point, Minglan stopped "winking" at Sheng Changquan. She withdrew her angry eyes and asked with concern: "I heard that in previous years, Jie Yuan would be made things difficult for people at such cultural gatherings, you? "
"Hahaha, aunt, sister, don't worry!"
Sheng Changquan laughed, looking very happy.
"There are some small stories in this cultural gathering, but for me, they are nothing to mention!"
"..."
In fact, the "little story" is neither small nor big.
…
At the cultural conference.
"Oh? Brother Zhuang, what are you..."
After hearing what Li Yancheng's younger brother said, I knew that he was going to be the first person.
As a result, people around Zhuang Wen suddenly became excited.
Zhuang Wen, Li Yancheng's fellow villager, was also his fanboy.
Of course, calling him a fanboy is a bit exaggerated. After all, even a fanboy would not offend a promising fellow in the same year for his idol.
Those who can study, or even those who can take the provincial examination, are not stupid. They are just a combination of interests.
After all, Li Yancheng is the natal nephew of Master Shen, the Minister of Rites, just like... so and so is the nephew of Concubine Wu.
——There’s someone up there!
"This is for Sheng Jieyuan... huh?"
The man didn't finish his words, but everyone knew what he meant.
"That's right, I just can't see it..."
Zhuang Wen raised his eyebrows and was about to directly target the "enemy".
"Ahem!"
At this moment, Li Yancheng suddenly coughed twice.
Although the voice was soft, it made Zhuang Wen shut his mouth immediately.
"Eh? Brother Zhuang, why didn't you say anything?"
Others continued to argue: "What do you see? But you can't stand him?"
Although Li Yancheng is Lord Shen's junior, there are always those with higher family backgrounds. The one who speaks is An Yan, the youngest son of Jingguo Police Juchuan. Although he is good at reading, he behaves frivolously and likes to be lively.
Usually when there is excitement, he is usually there. Even when there is no excitement, he will join in the fun.
At this point, that's it.
Because he is the youngest son in the family and cannot inherit the family title, Duke Jingguo and his wife will inevitably pamper him, making him act more and more "as he pleases".
"Mr. An is joking."
Li Yancheng knew very well that An Yan was just a troublemaker, and he didn't want to have much to do with him. He just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.
"Zhuang Wen actually meant that being famous is not as good as meeting him. He was just excited and said the wrong words."
"Oh, is it so?"
An Yan glanced at Li Yancheng, who was smiling, and snorted: "That doesn't sound like what I meant."
"Brother Zhuang! You looked very unconvinced just now. I wonder if you want to show off your pride and compete with Sheng Jieyuan?"
"If so, I'll go find Sheng Jieyuan immediately and ask him to come over!"
An Yan looked at Zhuang Wen expectantly, hoping that he would continue to carry forward his previous momentum.
"Uh... Mr. An was joking, I... I just... I just worded it inappropriately."
With Li Yancheng's casual glance, Zhuang Wen immediately knew that he was wrong.
Thinking about what Li Yancheng did on a daily basis, how could he fall out with others in front of so many people?
Playing with knives behind the back is his specialty.
"Ahem... uh... I just wanted to make friends with Sheng Jie Yuan Yi Er!"
"Yes, make friends, just make friends!"
Zhuang Wen's expression changed, and he forced out a smile, not showing the rebelliousness he had just now.
"Mr. An, I am going to present Jieyuan with a glass of wine. Do you want to come with me?"
Seeing Zhuang Wen acting like a face-changing master, An Yan's eyes were filled with disdain.
"No need, I don't have your unique skills!"
"Haha, yes...yeah...then I'll go first!"
Zhuang Wen laughed dryly, and then, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm in the other person's words, he directly picked up his wine glass and walked towards Sheng Changquan.
Behind him, Li Yancheng squinted his eyes, looked at Sheng Changquan who was surrounded by everyone, and said softly: "Mr. An, Sheng Jieyuan's style is really impressive. Don't you really want to make friends with me?"
"Um?"
An Yan glanced sideways at Sheng Changquan in the center of the crowd, and his tone was a little sour.
"Where are we going? There are so many, we can't even squeeze in!"
