The best county magistrate

"Three young gentlemen, do you want to visit Qinxinfang?"

Seeing someone greeting someone, Zhang Biao immediately rushed up and said with a smile that he thought was very friendly.

"Yes, yes, please lead us in."

Unfortunately, Zhang Biao's smile scared the waiter and took a few steps back, "You... don't come over!"

Using the light, he looked at Zhang Biao carefully, and then turned his attention to Yang Xuanchen and Shen Qingyun.

This burly man didn't have any ink in his stomach at first glance, and the two handsome young men should look pretty good.

Immediately, the waiter saluted Yang Xuanchen and the others and said, "Is this your first time coming to Qinxinfang, right?"

"Poetry, poetry, calligraphy, painting, music, anything that can show off your literary talent is fine. I will present the things you two left behind in the workshop."

"If you can get to the third floor, you two young masters can enter."

Every line in the waiter's words revealed the self-cultivation and cultivation of a scholar, and he didn't look like a doorman at a painting boat.

Seeing people being polite, Yang Xuanchen would naturally be more polite, but unexpectedly Zhang Biao started to roar.

"Hey, you are so poor, do you look down on your Grandpa Biao?"

"Why are you only asking these two pretty boys? Doesn't it look like your Grandpa Biao has no literary talent because of his dark face?"

"I'm telling you, you've misjudged me now. No matter how you say it, I'm a man of great talent and a wealth of knowledge."

"Hey, what's that look like on your face?"

As he said this, Zhang Biao picked up the waiter's shirt, and his sandbag-sized fist was about to fall, which scared him so much that he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the waiter shouted loudly, and within a moment, a dozen strong men with sharp eyes rushed out of the boat.

Seeing everything in front of him, the leader couldn't help but frowned and shouted: "How dare you, how dare you make trouble in Qinxinfang."

"Left and right, blast out!"

The strong men surrounded Yang Xuanchen and the three of them. They all had evil eyes and were ready to attack if they disagreed.

This fight angered Yang Xuanchen. He patted Zhang Biao on the shoulder and motioned for him to let go of the waiter.

Then he met the eyes of the strong man and took three steps towards him. After three steps, the aura of an official emerged spontaneously.

His momentum caused the strong man's eyes to flicker, and his arrogant and bullying attitude came to an abrupt end.

Yang Xuanchen pointed half way around the strong men, and finally pointed at the waiter without looking back.

"Is this how you welcome guests at Qinxinfang?"

"My second brother's face is darker and his body is stronger. This hairy dog ​​looks down on others and says that my second brother has no literary talent!"

His voice was loud and his tone seemed extremely angry.

At this moment, even the guests in Qinxinfang couldn't help but poke their heads out, wanting to see what was going on and what stupid fool was causing the trouble.

Yang Xuanchen pulled Zhang Biao to his side and shouted to the strong men in front of him, "Take a good look at my second brother!"

"Thick eyebrows, big eyes, eight feet tall, strong muscles, natural supernatural power..."

"Well, isn't it just that you have a dark face? Doesn't it mean that if you have a dark face, you don't have literary talent? Can't someone with a dark face be a talented person?"

At this time, the guests in the painting boat also started shouting.

"This brother is right!"

"I also have a dark face, so isn't my literary talent remarkable?" The speaker was a dark-faced scholar.

"Brother Mo is right. I didn't expect that Qinxinfang would also look down upon others and bully them with power."

"Brothers, I won't drink this wine anymore. I'm a scholar and I can't swallow this!"

The guests on the first floor were making noises, obviously they were just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

There were not many people on the second floor, and there were even fewer people shouting. In comparison, they seemed more cultivated.

The momentum of Qinxinfang's troops had been taken away by Yang Xuanchen, and they didn't react for a while.

Moreover, the young masters who went to the capital were hiding more deeply than the other. If they hit Brother Rabbit in front of them, there might be a powerful old man coming from behind.

Although she, Qin Xinfang, was not afraid of trouble, the fewer troubles she had, the better. These strong men did not dare to do anything, so they had to curse loudly.

As time went by, the three parties became more and more noisy and noisy, and more and more people gathered to watch.

Suddenly, the faint sound of piano sounded in the boat.

The sound of the piano seems to come from a distant and peaceful world, which is in sharp contrast to the quarrels inside and outside the boat.

It is gentle and melodious, like a clear spring in the mountains, penetrating the noise and anger of the guests and slowly flowing into everyone's heart.

As the music of the piano continued, the guests who had been shouting gradually became quiet.

The tossing sound of the piano was intermittent, replaced by waves of whispers and whispers, and everyone was discussing the sudden sound of the piano.

The fourth floor of the boat shot a cloud-piercing arrow in the direction of the waterside pavilion. The arrow pierced the night sky with a thud and hit the table in the waterside pavilion.

"Huang Baoshan, please read the note..."

After a sonorous and powerful voice, the strong man named Huang Baoshan cupped his hands towards the painting boat, strode to Yujian, and took down the note.

"Sir, this is a note from my boss."

Yang Xuanchen just glanced at it, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He pointed at the waiter and said, "Go and polish the ink!"

After saying that, he looked towards the fourth floor of the boat. Under the reflection of the lights and moonlight, the man upstairs could not be seen clearly.

But looking from a distance, his facial features are as handsome as his own.

Yang Xuanchen's starry eyes narrowed slightly, and when he saw him slightly nodding towards her, he naturally raised his hand and smiled in return, indicating that he had seen him before.

After the ink was polished, he bent down in front of the case and splashed the ink, and in a moment it was covered with a piece of white paper.

"Big man, take it and let your master open his eyes."

Huang Baoshan took the blank paper and was about to leave, but was stopped again by Yang Xuanchen.

"Second brother, Brother Shen, take out yours too and let the big man take them into the boat together."

"I want to see what Qinxinfang is doing to welcome me as an honored guest! Huh!"

Now that his boss had given the order, Huang Baoshan naturally did not dare to neglect and immediately ran into the boat with three pieces of paper.

According to Qinxinfang's rules, different projects will be reviewed by different people, and the one on the west end of the second floor is one who is proficient in poetry and poetry.

The old man took the three pieces of paper handed over by Huang Baoshan and looked at them one by one.

"Eighteen Bride Eighty-year-old..."

Regarding the beginning and end, the old man just smiled lightly and said, "The sentences are a bit cliché, but the artistic conception is good and can be upgraded to the third level."

The second one was Shen Qingyun's poem. The old man read it carefully, stroking his beard and his eyes shone brightly, "This guy has great literary talent and can reach the third level."

When it was Yang Xuanchen's turn, the old man asked: "Baoshan, did you just write this?"

Huang Baoshan nodded noncommittally, "Sir, these people always come when they are ready. It seems that this guy just didn't take out what he prepared."

"It's just... I just had some quarrels at Shuixie, and then I acted recklessly. Could it be..."

The old man waved his hand and did not let him continue. Instead, his eyes fell on the paper written by Yang Xuanchen.

Poof, a mouthful of tea almost spurted out. The old man's uncharacteristic behavior immediately aroused Huang Baoshan's vigilance.

"Sir, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

The old man carefully smoothed the paper, presented it on the case, and read it silently several times again.

He had seen the dispute between Huang Baoshan and Yang Xuanchen just now.

Regardless of right or wrong, Yang Xuanchen's aura of not fearing power, coupled with his attitude of fighting for reason, won his favor.

Scholars, especially young scholars, must have his momentum and attitude.

If all the scholars in Dayan were like him, why worry about the country not being prosperous?

Not long after, the old man picked up three pieces of paper and walked to the third floor.

"Stay back, I will go up to the third floor myself!"