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Chapter 64: Now That I Am Here

Chapter 64: Now That I Am Here (Five Thousand)
The Qixi Festival party is still going on.

Next is wine tasting and tasting the top courtesan.

But it was obvious that everyone's minds were no longer on these things. Lu Tianrui was just the beginning. Before long, several groups of young masters left one after another, including Sima's legitimate son Wu Chen, Tongpan's son Ji Wenxuan, and even Fang Jun disappeared at some point.

The hall, which was originally a little crowded, was now sparsely populated and somewhat desolate.

As for what these young masters will do after they leave, it is tacitly understood. This era, from the point of view of time, is actually roughly in the Sui and Tang dynasties. Think about the world in your previous life, what were the literati of the Sui and Tang dynasties like?
While not as sturdy as the scholars of the pre-Qin and Han dynasties, they never abandoned the six arts of rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics. They were capable of killing enemies on horseback and governing the country on foot. You could certainly not defeat a scholar of this era by scolding him, nor by beating him.

As for this world, the speed at which scholars corrupt is indeed a little faster, but it is not too outrageous. Although there are not many of the six arts of a gentleman left, they still retain a bit of blood in their bones.

If it were someone else, it would be fine, but how much better can you, Song Yun, be? You talk as if you are not a frequent visitor to brothels, and as if you have no worries about the poems you wrote before. How can I be humiliated by a piece of shit like you?

The banquet began, and after a couple of casual drinks, Song Yan stood up to take his leave. Luo Yuheng gave him a wink, and Luo Tianyi immediately followed.

When a group of courtesans came up to dance, the atmosphere of the Qixi party became lively again.

"Did Song Yun actually write 'Ugly Slave'?" Suddenly, a voice brought the topic back: "Given Song Yun's style, I really can't believe he could write such a poem."

"It's really possible that this wasn't written by Song Yun." It was actually written by a courtesan who had just finished dancing and was taking a break.

When they heard the inside information, a group of people gathered around and asked questions.

"Actually, the poem 'Falling flowers, a man standing alone, light rain, swallows flying in pairs' wasn't a poem, it was a ci poem, once praised as the swan song of the Linjiangxian." The courtesan said mysteriously, "I also heard it from Sister Qiu Shuang. You must not tell anyone..."

Everyone patted their chests and promised that they would keep their mouths shut.

Then, within a short period of time, almost everyone in Songyuan knew about Song Yan's Linjiangxian. Why did he sign it with Song Yun's name? Song Yun was relying on his status as the legitimate son to force it, truly shameless.

As for that ugly slave? It should be the same situation!
"So, aren't we being scolded by Song Yan?" a talented man said indignantly.

"So what if I scolded you? He was able to create two masterpieces, Linjiangxian and Chounuer, which are worthy of being passed down through the ages. How can I not be qualified to scold you? Why don't you take a look at what you wrote?"

"That's right, my body... well, I mean, Brother Song is a miracle doctor. Can you guarantee that your elders haven't asked the little genius doctor Song for help?"

He was scolded again, but the attitude was completely different from the one directed at Song Yun before. It turned out that people are all eels.

"Don't forget, Luo Tianyi has always been following his brother-in-law."

Thinking of Luo Tianyi, everyone suddenly felt that being scolded by Song Yan was not a big deal. After all, it was just a few scoldings and they would not lose their lives.

As the organizer of the Qixi Festival party, Jiang Miaojun was the real host. Her husband had just taken office, and she had intended to use the Qixi Festival party to build relationships with the upper class of Songzhou Prefecture. Who could have imagined it would become a platform for Song Yan to become famous? She didn't really have any feelings for Song Yan, but the fact that he was Luo Yuheng's son-in-law made Jiang Miaojun particularly uncomfortable. She simply couldn't stand seeing Luo Yuheng get along well, and seeing his smug expression made her even more upset.

Princess Gaoyang beside him was humming something. If you were closer, you could hear that it was the song "Linjiangxian". However, her eyes were a little dazed.

……

Song Yun didn't know yet that the reputation he had just gained as the Song family's talented child was gone in the blink of an eye.

Of course, even if he knew, he didn't have time to care about it. At this moment, he was walking quickly. The location of Songyuan was a little remote, on the other side of Songzhou. To return to Ningping, he almost had to cross the entire city.

Although he was not physically exhausted, he was still very tired after walking all the way.

The sky is gloomy, as if it is going to rain again.

The weather in Songzhou in summer is so changeable. It was late at night and dark clouds covered the bright moon. It was impossible to tell what time it was. It was probably the middle of the night and there were few pedestrians on the road.

The air was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. Suddenly, a crackling sound was heard. It was heavy rain falling from the clouds. The raindrops as big as beans hit the body, which was actually painful. In a short time, large and small puddles accumulated on the road. Occasionally, a carriage passing by would splash water everywhere.

His clothes were wet and stuck to his body, making him feel uncomfortable. Song Yun let out a breath and took a short rest before starting to move his tired legs again, speeding up again. Somehow he thought of Song Zhen.

He thought he had used Song Yan's hand to bring down Lao Wu, but now thinking back, wasn't it Song Yan who used his plan to destroy his enemy? Thinking of the scene where Song Yan swung the court stick and broke Song Zhen's arm and leg, Song Yun felt a chill in his heart. He knew that Song Yan's methods were far more than just this.

The wind was howling like a ghost.

Just after passing a remote intersection, a figure suddenly emerged from the alley. The next moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something like a sack coming towards him.

There was no time to dodge, and everything went black. Song Yun was about to say something when, in the darkness, he felt a foot slam into his stomach, sending him sprawling into the mud. Then, countless fists and feet rained down on him. He was no longer able to speak, only to groan in pain.

These people attacked with such ferocity that Song Yun felt as if his bones were about to break, and his entire body was filled with indescribable pain. It was unknown how long the beating lasted before they gradually stopped, and then there was a sound of spitting, probably because the filth had landed on him.

"Dunlun Rumu, you dare to write a poem to satirize this young master. Today I will teach you a lesson."

But it was Lu Tianrui's voice. He really thought that scholars had no temper.

Then came the creaking sound of the carriage. Song Yun's body lay in the mud, slowly wriggling. After a long time, he finally regained some strength and struggled to get up from the ground. He dug at the sack with both hands, as if trying to take the thing off.

However, Song Yun didn't know that there were a few more figures in the alley on the other side.

"It seems we're too late. Song Yun has been beaten up. He looks miserable. Master Wu, should we still fight?"

"It's all here."

"It would be a bit unreasonable not to give him a beating."

Just as the sack was about to be taken off his head, with a bang, a club hit Song Yun's head from behind.

Song Yun felt his eyes go dark and he fell to the ground again, almost unable to breathe.

I don’t know how long it took before this group of people left, and then another group of figures appeared around.

"What should I do? I feel so sorry for the guy who got beaten up!"

"It's all here..."

"If I don't beat him up, others will think I don't dare."

……

I don’t know when it started, but beating up Song Yun has changed from a way to vent my anger to a kind of competition that no one has ever mentioned.

The heavy rain in the middle of the night showed no signs of stopping. The rain curtain separated the sky and the earth like a curtain. Even the usually quiet and peaceful Yiluo River became turbulent. The pleasure boats were also fixed to the shore to avoid being washed away by the flood.

On the road, if there is a bright moon hanging in the sky, you should be able to see a turbid yellow.

The water has already reached above the ankles.

A figure, like a giant maggot, was slowly wriggling on the ground. There seemed to be groaning, but it was not very clear amid the crackling sound of the heavy rain.

Song Yun couldn't even remember how many times he was beaten. He could only vaguely hear the voices of several people.

Lu Tianrui, Wu Chen, Ji Wenxuan, and Fang Jun...

Bastards, a bunch of bastards.

He knew he would be beaten. After all, the poem "Pretending to be sad in order to compose new lyrics" was a bit too insulting. Scholars were not so gentle in temper. Fights would often break out because of others tarnishing their reputation or even just a contemptuous look.

But I didn't expect these people to be so ruthless.

Damn it, if one day he can rise to prominence, he will definitely not forget the shame of today.

Song Yun gasped for breath and struggled to sit on the road, inadvertently affecting his injured parts. His chest and left arm were burning with pain. At least one of his ribs was broken, and his left arm was dislocated.

Time slipped away like the mud and water under his body, breath by breath. When the pain in his body gradually numbed and his consciousness finally became clear, he realized that his condition was very bad. It was raining heavily and the road was muddy. It was almost impossible to run back to Ningping under such conditions. Even if he could survive, he might get seriously ill.

A serious illness may be fatal.

Perhaps he should find a place to hide from the rain and wait until daybreak before looking for a clinic. Thinking this way, Song Yun realized that the surroundings were truly quiet, and there were no more footsteps. Feeling a little relieved, he reached out to grab the sack. The sack was completely soaked and very heavy, and with only one arm still able to use it, it was quite a struggle.

After struggling for a long time, he finally pulled the sack off his head. The suffocating feeling dissipated, and at this moment, Song Yun was actually a little happy. However, before he could even curl up the corners of his mouth, he noticed a faint beam of light, shining into his eyes through the hazy rain curtain.

The expression on his face froze, and he slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the faint light.

It's an oil lamp.

The lampshade blocked out the rain, but the lamp was not extinguished.

Two figures came into view.

On the left was a woman, her arm raised to her shoulder, clutching a large umbrella between her fingers. However, in such a downpour, an oil-paper umbrella was of little use. The faint light of the oil lamp illuminated the inside of the umbrella, which was also foggy.

Next to her was a thin man. He looked up little by little, and the familiar face came into view. Song Yun's mouth slowly opened: "You're here!"

The person I feared the most finally arrived.

The second chapter is 3,000 words long. Currently, 5,500 words have been updated. I will continue to update after I finish coding it in the afternoon. Today, I will update at least 10,000 words. The specific number depends on how much I can write.

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