Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 27: Principled Scumbag (Seeking Vote)
"It's your mother's turn!"

Song Lu was stunned. He wondered if he had heard it wrongly: "What did you say..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Yan suddenly reached out and pressed down Song Lu's head, and at the same time, his right knee slammed upwards.

Sneak attack!

His knee hit Song Lu's face hard.

Blood gushed out of his nose, staining a large area of ​​the hem of his robe red.

Song Lu's nose bridge must have been broken and several of his teeth were probably loosened due to the inadvertent mobilization of his internal energy.

After a few moments of silence, there was an uproar all around.

Some women's eyes sparkled, even the girls in Qun Yuyuan had stars in their eyes. Although this young man looked young, he firmly protected his women behind him. He was much better than those scholars who waved folding fans, acted politely, but treated their concubines like objects and traded them around.

The demands of ordinary women in this world are really not high. As long as they have a pair of arms to rely on, that's enough.

In the attic, Luo Tianyi could no longer suppress the curve of her lips. She was very satisfied with her brother-in-law's performance.

Song Lu seemed to be stunned by this and has not recovered yet.

Gu Banxia's face flushed red, and she hurriedly held up an umbrella to block the misty rain falling on her brother-in-law.

Song Yan could feel a warm shoulder quietly touching his arm. He looked down and saw Gu Banxia holding an umbrella to shield him from the rain. He couldn't help but think of a sentence he had read on the Internet in his previous life:

From now on, mist and rain fell in Ningcheng, and one person held an umbrella while two people walked together!

The original text was either Jinling or the capital, so a slight change would not be a big deal.

When it comes to writing poetry and lyrics, there is an insurmountable gap between modern people and ancient people. However, modern society has a large population and even more educated people. It is normal for there to be occasional outstanding people who come up with one or two good lines. From Song Yan's point of view, the gorgeous rhetoric and even the rhythm and tone of poetry and lyrics are secondary. What can touch people's hearts is good.

Although the literati and scholars in this world admire poetry, it is still somewhat dim without the brightest stars like Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi and Xin Qiji.

He read it out seemingly casually.

Gu Banxia paused, her white teeth gently biting her lower lip. A mist seemed to glisten in her dark eyes. A visible blush spread down her neck to her ears, and her small ears trembled slightly, a somewhat adorable sight.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and pairs of slightly surprised eyes looked at Song Yan, especially the women. It wasn't really a poem, after all, it was only one sentence, and the wording was straightforward, but it made people's hearts tremble slightly.

Isn't this what they look like now?
In the misty rain, one person holds an umbrella, two people walk together...

A word, a picture.

There is no sorrow or melancholy, no fanfare, it is very plain, but doesn’t this kind of plainness make people yearn for it?

The corner of his eye fell silently on Song Yun. Although his expression was still calm, Song Yan caught a hint of unwillingness from the depths of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Song Yun is a very capable person. He was smart when he was young, cunning, mature and patient.

However, as long as one is human, he or she will have shortcomings.

Song Yun is not greedy for money or sex, perhaps because he has an older brother who is known as the Song family's Qilin son. Just like in modern society, students who have an outstanding sister or brother always hear about your brother and your sister... Invisibly, they are repressed.

So he was greedy for fame and wanted others to call him a talented scholar.

Unfortunately, although he wrote many poems, he was not very famous.

"Brother-in-law can also write poetry?" Luo Tianyang widened his eyes.

The muffled voice tore apart the tranquility around. Many women cast blaming eyes at Luo Tianyang. This guy really spoiled the mood.

Luo Tianyang didn't care about that. To him, anyone who could write poetry was a truly powerful figure. "Anything else? Another line?"

Gu Banxia felt somewhat helpless. Poetry writing relies on inspiration, not something that can just come out of thin air. Those who knew Luo Tianyang's character understood that he meant no harm, while those who didn't might think that Luo Tianyang was deliberately picking a fight.

Song Yan searched his mind for the misty drizzle, which fell in pairs, and said, "Falling flowers, a man alone; light rain, swallows flying in pairs!"

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Thinking of this, Song Yan shook his head.

Falling flowers, a man standing alone, light rain, swallows flying in pairs. This line of poetry was first written in "Spring is Over" by the late Tang and Five Dynasties poet Weng Hong, but the more well-known one is probably "Linjiangxian" by Yan Jidao.

Of course, whether it is "Spring is Over" or "Linjiangxian", the artistic conception they want to express is completely opposite to the current Song language.

The surroundings fell into silence.

If the original sentence was just okay, then this one has clearly reached the pinnacle of mastery and has the style of a master. I dare not say that it will be passed down through the ages, but I am afraid that no one will be able to surpass it in the past ten years.

Even though the Qun Yu Garden opened today and countless good poems and lyrics appeared, all of them combined could not compare to this one sentence. Many prostitutes were quietly watching at the door and window, wondering what they were thinking.

There were also many young girls in love, quietly pondering.

Song Yan didn't pay much attention to it. His eyes swept over Song Yun, his smile widening. Then he looked at Song Zhen, his gaze slowly lowering until it finally landed on Song Zhen's waist, where an emerald jade pendant hung.

The jade pendant was round and smooth, with a plum blossom pattern carved on it. It was the only relic left to him by his mother. After his mother passed away, it was snatched away by Song Zhen.

The gaze stayed for only a brief moment before Song Yan withdrew his gaze and lightly tapped Gu Banxia's forehead with his finger: "Let's go."

Looking at Song Yan's departing back, Meng Lingling, the girl who almost became Song Yan's sister-in-law, had bright eyes in the crowd. As the most talented woman in Songzhou Prefecture, she had to admit that all the poems she had written seemed pretentious in front of this sentence.

"elder brother……"

"Don't even think about it!"

In the attic, Princess Gaoyang also sighed softly: "It's easy to get an umbrella, but it's hard to find a person. When two swallows fly, and a person is alone, it always seems more pitiful."

Her beautiful eyes looked at Song Yan, flashing with an indescribable light.

"Something's not right, this is Songzhou, not Ningping, and Ningping County is just a county, not a city!"

"Why are you so stubborn? Do you understand the meaning of metaphor? The Ningcheng here is not Ningping County, it refers to the entire Ning Kingdom."

"Very good, very good. In fact, the mist and rain are not just mist and rain, but represent all hardships. Even if there are countless difficulties and dangers, even if it is war and famine, we must walk side by side..."

Such a voice came from behind.

Huh? Is that what I was thinking?
Well, since everyone says it is, then so be it. This is probably what it feels like when someone gives you a reading comprehension test.

Behind him, the sound continued.

"But what does this line mean, 'A lonely man in falling flowers, a pair of swallows flying in the light rain'? The artistic conception doesn't fit."

"Stupid, look at Song Yun, he just lost his fiancée, and he's obviously mocking him for being worse than a bird."

A slightly sharp voice entered his ears, and Song Yun's body trembled slightly. Even though he was mature beyond his years, his face flushed slightly, and the muscles on his lips and cheeks trembled unconsciously.

Song Yan, a mere loser who had been imprisoned for ten years, a bastard who had never even received elementary education, how could he write such beautiful sentences?

A thought involuntarily surfaced in my mind: Why didn't he make it? Why couldn't he have made it?

Taking a deep breath, Song Yun suppressed his restlessness and looked at Fang Jun: "Brother Fang, if you are interested in Gu Banxia, ​​I will send someone..."

Fang Jun immediately shook his head: "No need, am I that kind of person?"

What's the point of kidnapping him? Who do you think Mr. Fang Jun is?
He is a scumbag, but also a scumbag with principles.

Fang Jun sighed somewhat disappointedly.

What a pity.

He wondered if Song Yan had some special fetish, for example, he liked older people... Looking at the four pale-faced girls behind him, Fang Jun wondered in his heart whether he should find a few older maids, maybe he could replace them?
Shaking his folding fan, Fang Jun said, "Don't mention this matter again."

Yan Bi walked towards Song Lu and said, "Brother Song, what did you say to Song Yan that made him suddenly attack you?"

Song Lu was also a little confused. He covered his nose with one hand. The pain of the broken nose continued to stimulate his nerves. Hearing Fang Jun's question, he couldn't help but roared: "Damn it, I didn't say anything..."

"But that bastard Song Yan actually dared to insult my mother. I will never let him go."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a burst of boos from all around.

Only a ghost can believe it.

The Song family is truly shameless.

Isn’t this bullying honest people?

He was forced to be a son-in-law, forced to accept the exchange of dowry, and lost face in the Luo family on the wedding day. But even so, Song Yan did not say a bad thing about the Song family, and kept silent about what happened that day. Such a loyal and honest man could be forced to hit others. It is conceivable how infuriating the words Song Lu whispered before were.

Now they are even turning the tables. I'm afraid the only word left in the Song family's family motto is shameless.

Song Lu opened his mouth and tried desperately to defend himself, but no one was willing to listen. His face turned red. Compared to the physical pain, the mental feeling of being wronged was even more uncomfortable.

What he said this time was true. If Song Yan really insulted his mother, why was no one willing to believe it?
Staring at Fang Jun's back silently, Song Yun felt that Fang Jun was just embarrassed to say it directly. It seemed that he would have to find a group of good people later.

Unfortunately, Song Yun also forgot one thing: many times, it is better not to do anything.

Some things, once done, will have flaws.

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