The son-in-law of a prosperous family

The people around were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter and booing.

"This number one scholar is really interesting!" An old man smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits and nudged the person next to him with his elbow.

The young girls blushed and covered their mouths with their handkerchiefs, but they couldn't help looking up curiously.

Zhou Jin, the top scholar, was also shocked by this scene and almost lost his balance on the saddle. He subconsciously looked at Zhao Yunchuan with surprise in his eyes, but soon, a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Brother Zhao, I didn't expect you to have such a lively side."

Although the guards in the parade tried hard to maintain a serious attitude, many of them blushed and their shoulders trembled slightly, obviously trying to suppress a smile.

The yamen runner who was walking at the front of the team to lead the way heard the noise and looked back. When he saw this scene, the long stick in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The other diners in the restaurant were also in an uproar. Some stretched their necks to try to figure out what was going on, muttering, "What's going on? Who is the number one scholar blowing a kiss to?"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man in a gray robe frowned and snorted in displeasure: "How shameless! As the top scholar, he actually did such a frivolous and dissolute thing. It's really a disgrace to civility!"

Although his voice was not loud, it was particularly abrupt in the noisy atmosphere.

As soon as these words came out, a young woman in a pink skirt raised her eyebrows and opened her eyes wide, and retorted rudely: "What do you know! The champion is just a man of temperament. It's rare for him to have such an interesting behavior, adding some vitality to this dull parade. How can it be considered frivolous and dissolute? Don't judge others with your pedantic eyes!"

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he was about to argue, but a young man wearing a square scarf and looking like a scholar stood up and said righteously: "Brother, what you said is wrong. Throughout the ages, people with real talent and knowledge have always behaved in a unique way. Zhao Yunchuan is a top scholar, and a kiss he blew was just a spur of the moment. How can he be bound by worldly rules and regulations?"

The middle-aged man was so angry and embarrassed by the two people's arguments that he reached out to push the scholar.

The scholar was not to be outdone, so he dodged to the side and grabbed the middle-aged man's arm. The two men started to pull each other, and the people around them all moved away.

The woman was so anxious that she stamped her feet and shouted, "Stop fighting, talk it over!"

At this time, a burly man strode forward, used both hands to force the two people apart, and said in a rough voice: "Stop it! How can you behave in this street!"

The middle-aged man and the scholar were both panting, each tidying up their messed up clothes, and glaring at each other with a look of dissatisfaction on their faces.

The big man went on to say, "The parade of the number one scholar is supposed to be a happy event, and everyone is just having fun. Why should we ruin the harmony over such a small matter?"

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, and the small disturbance gradually subsided. However, people's eyes were still closely following Zhao Yunchuan in the parade.

Zhao Yunchuan was completely unaware of the fierce dispute behind him that was caused by his flying kiss.

At this moment, his mind was completely occupied by Fang Huai. He recalled the other person's every frown and smile in his mind, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Fang Huai sat by the window of his own building facing the street and took in the entire scene.

Seeing Zhao Yunchuan's bold flying kiss, he was stunned at first, then his cheeks quickly flushed, and he felt shy and happy.

He subconsciously wanted to avoid everyone's gaze, but he couldn't help but open the window a little and frequently looked at Zhao Yunchuan in the parade.

Zhao Yunchuan was riding a tall horse, marching in the parade with high spirits, and the cheers of the people on both sides of the street rose one after another.

At this time, a big man with a loud voice in the crowd shouted, "Top Scholar, you look so handsome, are you married?"

Zhao Yunchuan had a gentle smile on his face and responded clearly, "Thank you for your concern. I already have a family and we love each other."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a small commotion in the crowd, and everyone was curious about what kind of person could marry the top scholar.

Before the discussion among the crowd had ended, a shrill voice rang out: "Since you have a family, will you take concubines in the future? It is common for men to have three or four wives. The top scholar is so young and promising, it is not beyond the rules to have a few beautiful ladies around him."

These words instantly made the air around them become subtle. Many people stretched their necks and stared at Zhao Yunchuan, afraid of missing his answer.

Zhao Yunchuan's face straightened, and his tone was firm and unquestionable: "My love for my husband is as strong as gold. From the beginning to the end, I only want to be with her for the rest of my life, and I will never take a concubine."

But there are always a few people in the crowd who like to argue.

A pedantic scholar wearing an old gown and with a sparse beard stood up with a look of disapproval on his face. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhuangyuan, there are many women and men in this world, and each has its own merits. You are now of an extraordinary status, but it is a pity to only have one wife. Besides, taking more concubines and expanding the family will also add blessings to the family. Why not do it?"

This made the pink skirt lady who had been helping Zhao Yunchuan raise her eyebrows again, her eyes wide open, and she pointed at the pedantic scholar and retorted, "How can you be so pedantic! The number one scholar values ​​love and loyalty, and is devoted to his husband. This is what a true gentleman does. You are not like that, your head is full of these outdated ideas."

When the pedantic scholar heard this, his face immediately turned red. He wanted to argue, but another middle-aged uncle in brown coarse linen clothes interrupted him: "That's right! The top scholar can live his life the way he wants. Who has the right to point fingers at him?"

Everyone was talking at once, and the scene was a bit chaotic. At this moment, a fat, wealthy businessman with a face full of flesh came out and said in a sarcastic tone: "You can't just listen to what they say to tell you how deep your feelings are. After a while, when the novelty wears off, maybe they will change their minds."

Zhao Yunchuan sat on his horse, watching this farce, feeling helpless but unable to get angry.

He took a deep breath and raised his voice, "I appreciate your kindness, but my feelings have never changed. Between husband and wife, the most important thing is to know each other and stay together, not to have many wives and concubines. Since I have made a lifelong promise to my husband, I will keep my promise."

After these words were spoken, the arguing voices gradually died down.

Hearing Zhao Yunchuan's firm response, the wealthy merchants in the crowd were filled with regret and couldn't help but whisper, "What a pity! I had wanted to send my concubine to be his concubine so that I could climb up the social ladder and rely on the power of the number one scholar in the future. But now it seems that this plan can't be realized."

This was caught by the sharp-eyed and sharp-eared young woman next to him. She rolled her eyes and spat in a low voice: "You are thinking like that and want to push someone into the fire pit. The top scholar and his husband are in love, they don't care about your concubine's daughter."

When the rich businessman heard this, his face turned pale and blue, but he didn't know how to get angry.

At this time, a white-haired old man stood up tremblingly with a cane. He cleared his throat and said in a voice that was old but powerful: "It is rare for the champion to be so steadfast. The love between husband and wife should be for a lifetime. Back then, my old partner and I never left each other."