Restart the Disaster of Another World

"It's out, it's out, this year's Poetry King has been chosen."

"Who is it? Tell me quickly, tell me quickly."

"It's Mr. Wen who came to participate in the scientific examination this year."

"Who is Master Wen?"

"He is the disciple of the headmaster of Qingyun Academy in Qingzhou Prefecture."

"It's him. He really lives up to his reputation!"

"Who is this? Is he famous?"

"Of course he is famous. He is the disciple of Senior Qing Yunzi, and has the same master as the current crown prince. He is also a popular candidate for the top scholar in this year's imperial examination."

"It really lives up to its reputation."

"Not only that, he participated in a poetry competition with Mr. Qing Yunzi when he was eight years old, and he almost won the title of Poetry King at that time. The gentleman who defeated him was appointed as the top scholar that year, and now he is a cabinet minister."

"suck."

When everyone heard this, they all gasped. For such a talented person, it was well deserved for him to be given the title of King of Poetry.

Jing Yao and Wen Qun looked at each other and squeezed out of the crowd. They breathed a sigh of relief when they got outside. There were too many people inside and they couldn't even breathe.

"I didn't expect that big brother has such a great reputation in Jiangcheng." Jing Yao sighed.

Wen Qun was not surprised at all. He had always known that his elder brother was a genius, and his father often criticized him because he was afraid that he would become too proud.

"Brother, you should go back to the inn now before anyone finds him." Wen Qun knew that his brother hated being watched and treated like a monkey by others the most.

Jing Yao nodded, "Then let's go back too."

The two walked along the long street against the flow of people towards the inn. People were now flocking here, wanting to go to the King of Poetry and see what this year's King of Poetry looked like. It was heard that this year's King of Poetry was a young and handsome young man, so more people were interested.

The two walked with difficulty. It took them half an hour to finish a short distance. When they returned, Wen Yu was drinking tea by the window on the second floor. When he saw them coming back, he asked, "Where did you go? Why did you take so long to come back?"

Jing Yao looked at Wen Yu resentfully without saying anything.

Wen Yu felt uneasy when he was looked at by him and couldn't help but shiver.

"Brother, you are really capable. When we go out tomorrow, all the ladies in the city may come to see us off." Jing Yao joked.

Wen Yu frowned: "We will leave quietly tomorrow."

Wen Qun smiled and said, "Brother, when we came back, we saw many young ladies' carriages and sedan chairs heading towards the big ship."

Wen Yu turned around and walked to the window and closed it. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and continued to sit down and drink tea.

When the two saw him smiling at each other like this, they stopped teasing him.

After sitting for a while, the number of people outside did not decrease, and the number of people in the inn was increasing. The topic of conversation was all about this year's King of Poetry. Although it was a pity that they did not see him, it did not stop them from speculating about such a young talent.

Listening to these people's increasingly exaggerated speculations, Wen Yu's face became darker and darker, and Jing Yao's face turned red from trying to hold back his laughter. In the end, the three of them chose to go back to bed early to ease the awkward situation.

When they continued their journey the next day, Jing Yao found that there was another group of people walking with them. There were several servants guarding a carriage. The road Jing Yao was taking was the only official road to Shangjing, and it was impossible to say who followed whom, so everyone walked together. At noon, they all stopped at the post station. The master of that family got off the car, and Jing Yao found that he was an acquaintance, but the young man now had a bruised face and nose, and was no longer as handsome as yesterday.

"Master, please slow down. Do you want me to ask a doctor to take a look at you?"

The man waved away the servant who wanted to help him and said, "Go away. What are you looking at? I want to go home like this to show my father what kind of person he chose for me."

"Sir, wait for me."

Watching the master and servant go in, Jing Yao no longer paid any attention to them. He and Wen Qun also walked towards the post station.

Wen Qun didn't recognize the person and didn't know what Jing Yao was looking at. After asking, Jing Yao told him what he saw.

Wen Qun was surprised, "He did it on purpose last night."

Jing Yao nodded, "It should be."

Wen Qun thought about what the man meant. He realized that he was dissatisfied with the person chosen by his parents, which was why he resorted to such a desperate measure. He looked at Jing Yao's handsome profile and was very happy that the man he liked would become his husband in the future.

This is the last post station on the way to Beijing. Many teams passing by will stop here, so it is quite lively.

Wen Qun had gone to bed late last night and left early in the morning, and he had been drowsy in the carriage, but the road was bumpy and he had not slept well. Seeing his drowsy look, Jing Yao did not ask him to help park the carriage, but sent him to the post station to rest first.

When the group walked in, the place was already full of people, who were chatting animatedly with each other. The waiters were walking around, serving the food and drinks that the guests at each table had ordered.

After Wen Qun found a table and sat down, the people next to him glanced at them. They seemed to have not expected that there would be a Xiao Shuang'er in such a caravan. One of them looked at Wen Qun with a malicious expression. Wen Qun turned his head away and stopped looking at him, but he suddenly felt a little uneasy and alert in his heart.

The food at the post station was not as sumptuous and delicious as that in the big restaurants, but the prices were very reasonable. After a few people had ordered, they asked Wen Qun to order. It was Wen Qun who arranged the food and accommodation for the team along the way, and everyone was used to it.

Wen Qun was sitting alone at the wooden table in the lobby. There happened to be an uneven pothole on the floor where he was, and the legs of the chair were banging under his butt, making him very uncomfortable. He stood up and wanted to change seats when there were suddenly a few loud noises next to him. Everyone in the lobby looked towards the place where the noises came from and saw that a table of guests was pushed over by the chair next to it, and the things in the bundle on the table were knocked over and smashed to the ground.

"That's what's wrong with you, you're so clumsy."

"This is a glass mirror that only the nobles in the capital can afford. It is worth a million gold coins, and you broke it for us."

"You little Shuang'er, where are the rest of your family?"

"You look well dressed, you have to compensate me, or I'll take you to the authorities."

Several men walked towards Wen Qun while talking and spitting, their eyes full of pride as if their plan had succeeded. One of them even spitted as he walked, and he spit next to Wen Qun, which scared him.

Wen Qun took a step back, forcing himself not to look at them before he slowly calmed down and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't touch your table, it fell down by itself."

When the tall and strong men saw that he didn't admit it, they didn't get angry. Instead, they said jokingly, "You little Shuang'er, you don't admit that you did something wrong."

"That's right, we were having a good meal, you didn't touch our table, it couldn't have fallen down by itself, waiter, I said your floor is uneven."

"Oh, sir, this is a post station under the jurisdiction of Shuntian Prefecture. How could the land be uneven? Sir, you can't put the blame on us."

"That's right, your land is uneven, but everything else is fine."

Although Wen Qun was panicking, he still refuted expressionlessly: "I didn't push over your table. You said I pushed over the table. What evidence do you have?"

The man said proudly, "You want to change seats? If you push the chair, our table will fall over."

Wen Qun sneered: "The chair I was sitting on was crooked, so I just wanted to stand up. How did you know I wanted to change seats?"

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"If you had sat on this chair before, you would have known that it was crooked. After changing the table, you would not have checked it before sitting on it. You would have placed the precious glass mirror on the uneven table without any care. How dare you be so careless and dare to escort the valuables of the nobles?"

"We just didn't expect you to knock over our stuff."

"That's right, it'll be fine if you don't knock it down."

Wen Qun looked at the anxious people and said, "You said the mirror came from overseas. It was such a long journey, and they transported such a valuable glass mirror without even putting it in a box. They just put it in a bag. How casual."

"This young master is right. You placed the bundle so close to the table just now that I thought it was something worthless. You did it on purpose." A young man with a bruised face stood up and said, despite the servants' attempts to stop him.

The servant next to him wanted to hold him back, but because he was shorter and smaller than his own master, he broke free and, with a panicked look on his face, stepped forward subconsciously to protect his own master.

But he didn't see that the leading man glanced at the token on his son's waist and obviously recognized what it was. He ignored the master and servant and continued to attack Wen Qun. "We have always transported it this way, and nothing has happened."

"Yes, you broke it. You still want to quibble. Let's go and ask the adults in Shuntian Prefecture to judge the case."

"That's right, judge."

When Jing Yao and Wen Yu walked into the lobby, they saw that it was in chaos. Several people were talking loudly, but it was hard to hear what they were saying. The people watching nearby stood far away, as if they were afraid of being implicated.

When the two of them squeezed in and saw Wen Qun surrounded by several men, Jing Yao's pupils shrank. He walked forward and kicked several people, trying to knock them down. Although his movements were fast, only the first person who was caught off guard was kicked down by him. After the others reacted, they attacked her. Several people had good hand and foot skills and cooperated tacitly. Jing Yao's two fists were no match for four hands, and he was surrounded by them.

Seeing that the martial arts of these people seemed familiar, Jing Yao slowed down and analyzed their moves. Soon Jing Yao discovered that the martial arts of these people seemed to be from the same origin as the killers of Soul Locking Pavilion. Although these people tried their best to change the way and order of their moves, Jing Yao remembered it very clearly and still recognized it.

Knowing what he wanted, Jing Yao had no worries and attacked without mercy. Several men who originally thought they were evenly matched and even wanted to launch a sneak attack by relying on their numbers were all kicked to the ground by Jing Yao, holding their chests and unable to get up.

"Ayao, are you okay? You scared me to death." Seeing that everyone stopped moving, Wen Qun threw himself into Jing Yao's arms and asked with concern.

Jing Yao hugged Wen Qun with one hand and shook his head: "Qun Qun, what's wrong?"

They were feeding hay to the horses in the open space at the back. Wen Yu and he touched a few of the best war horses. They felt it was unfair for them to be used to pull goods, so they fed them carefully. Then Li Tong suddenly rushed over and said that Wen Qun was in trouble. They rushed over without asking any questions.

Although Wen Qun appeared calm on the surface, he was very scared in his heart. When Jing Yao asked him about it, he told Jing Yao what had just happened with a feeling of grievance.

"They insisted that I was the one who knocked them down. I suspected they wanted to scam me. This young master also said that they did it on purpose." Wen Qun said this aggrievedly. He wanted to thank the young master who spoke up for him, but he found that he buried his face in the arms of his thin servant. The scene looked a little funny.

Jing Yao looked in the direction he said. Although he didn't see the face, but based on the clothes, Jing Yao knew that this was the young man who tried to stand out last night and was beaten up. He recognized him and didn't want to be embarrassed again.

Since he spoke up for Wen Qun, Jing Yao bowed and thanked him: "Thank you for your righteous words, young master."

The young master kept his head buried in the servant's arms and said in a muffled voice: "No need to thank me, young master, you should solve the problem in front of you first!"

Jing Yao nodded, and then said coldly to the people lying on the ground who were unable to get up, "You said my husband broke your glass mirror, this is it."

The person who was kicked down first by Jing Yao and was the least injured nodded: "Yes, that's it."