After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

"You are not allowed to sell it! Get out of the way! Don't you understand?!"

Each of these guards holds a knife in his hand. How could an ordinary citizen not be scared when seeing this?

The booksellers didn't care about their goods being thrown away. At this moment, saving their lives was the most important thing, so everyone quickened their pace and ran away like birds and beasts.

The vendors selling other goods in the surrounding area didn't dare to stay here, for fear of being implicated.

This is what the bandits did when they entered the village.

After driving everyone away, one of the guards said to the sedan chair parked on the side of the road: "Sir, everyone has been driven away."

The curtain in front of the sedan was lifted by someone inside, and then a man came out.

Yan Bingyun introduced Yang Mei at the right time: "That is Guo Baokun, the legitimate son of Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi. He is a complete idiot, but he cares a lot about his family."

Yang Mei listened and said nothing.

Below, Guo Baokun took a copy of "A Dream of Red Mansions" from the guard and flipped through it with a pout on his face. The little beard on his chin expressed his disdain.

Guo Baokun took square steps and looked around: "Everyone, I am Guo Baokun, and my father is the Minister of Rites."

The people who had just run away came back, and many people in the surrounding shops were standing at the windows and balconies watching him.

"I am not talented, but I am also a compiler for the palace. I have been learning literature since I was young, and I value etiquette the most. Since you are scholars, you should read the sages. These filthy and miscellaneous books are a disgrace to culture!"

After saying this, he threw the copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" in his hand to the ground and stepped on it.

"Look, this guy is more impressive than me. I don't like this book either, but this is just my personal preference. I'm not so tyrannical as to stop everyone from reading it." Yang Mei spread his hands, "Besides, I see that most of the people down there are farmers and peddlers. They are all 'scholars' like him."

How could a true scholar not know whether the book "Dream of Red Mansions" is useful for the imperial examinations?

A book costs eight taels of silver. Those who can afford it, whether they are scholars or not, prove that they have enough money to buy a book to kill time, just like a lady or a young lady buying a piece of jewelry or a box of rouge and powder according to her mood.

What does this have to do with you, Guo Baokun?

"In my opinion, this book should be banned from today onwards." Guo Baokun said as he looked up at Taoran Ju.

But he was looking at the second floor.

Fan Xian, Fan Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe were having dinner in the private room downstairs from Yang Mei and her friends.

Yang Mei and the others heard someone shouting from their feet: "Nonsense! Guo Baokun, you are talking nonsense!"

Guo Baokun never expected that someone would dare to refute him.

Should we say that he is worthy of being the son of the Minister of Rites? He still speaks elegantly at this moment: "Which kid is speaking so rudely?!"

Fan Sizhe, who had just spoken, was not as civilized and polite as him: "I am your grandfather!"

There was no sound after that, because Fan Sizhe felt that he was restricted in his performance upstairs, so he rushed downstairs in a rage.

There were more people gathering downstairs to watch the fun.

This kind of excitement among the upper class is not something you see every day.

"Which faction does Guo Baokun belong to?" Yang Mei asked.

Now the Crown Prince and the Second Prince are competing against each other, and each has many followers. Guo Baokun is so arrogant, he must have a backer.

"This person used to be a companion to the Eastern Palace. So it seems that he is under the command of the Crown Prince." Lin Wan'er tapped on the railing with her jade-like fingertips.

Yang Mei chuckled: "You know what, this Guo Baokun is really similar to the prince in terms of how he speaks. They both like to say high-sounding and righteous words, as if they are afraid that others don't know that they have studied."

"Is this matter related to the prince?" Yan Bingyun asked.

"He was just looking at the box below us. Fan Xian should be there. I think the prince wants to use this opportunity to give Fan Xian a chance to join him." Yang Mei turned around and picked up the chestnut and osmanthus soup that he had just served on the table but had not had time to enjoy, then returned to the balcony.

Watching the fun didn't interfere with his eating.

Lin Wan'er and Yan Bingyun both found it a little funny, but they followed suit and each brought a small bowl of chestnut and osmanthus soup.

"Come to think of it, since this matter is aimed at Fan Xian, why is it Si Nanbo's youngest son who is so excited?" Lin Wan'er didn't know much about Fan Sizhe.

Even Yang Mei and Yan Bingyun could not answer this question.

Fan Sizhe had already rushed downstairs: "Mr. Guo, what do you know?"

He ran to Guo Baokun in one go, picked up the copy of "A Dream of Red Mansions" on the ground, and dusted off the dust.

"So many people love to read this book, which means it is a good book! You still want to ban the book? What's your official position? You are a compiler in the palace, a small official! If I give you a government office, would you dare to enter it?"

Fan Sizhe was not afraid of Guo Baokun anyway, he just pointed at his nose and started to curse him. He was afraid that he would suffocate to death if he didn't vent his anger.

Yang Mei was amused: "This Fan Sizhe is really a wonderful person. I think he is a good storyteller... No, storytelling is a bit of a waste of talent. It would be more appropriate for him to go to the Honglu Temple. Nanqing is in need of a diplomat like him."

Yan Bingyun shook his head: "You guessed wrong. Fan Sizhe's greatest hobby in life is making money. It can only be said that he is worthy of being the son of the Minister of Revenue. Moreover, we really have such talents in Nanqing. Lord Xin Qiwu of the Honglu Temple is an expert in this field. Compared with him, Fan Sizhe is nothing."

"Really?" Yang Mei sighed.

Guo Baokun downstairs laughed contemptuously: "I was wondering which idiot it was, it turns out to be you, a fool."

"You are the pig, your father, the Ministry of Rites, is a pig!" Fan Sizhe was not willing to be outdone. Not only did he return the original words, he also cursed the other person's father.

"How dare you scold my father!" Guo Baokun pointed at Fan Sizhe angrily.

At this time, a man squeezed in from the crowd and immediately came to Guo Baokun and saluted: "Mr. Guo, calm down."

Since he interrupted, Guo Baokun and Fan Sizhe could no longer pretend not to see him.

"I've always heard that Master Guo is a great writer and has a profound family background. I didn't believe it at first, but today I saw Master Guo defending right from wrong for scholars all over the world. I really admire him!"

Guo Baokun was confused for a moment, and he tried to recall whether he had found someone to help him in advance.

Then found out there wasn’t any.

This person just popped up on his own.

She must have been impressed by his personal charm. Just listen to how nice these words sound.