Chapter Seventy-One: The Counterattack

  "Are you Miss Shen Bi Xing?" As Zhu Zi Ming and Shen Bi Xing were talking, a young noble quietly walked over. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, truly a handsome and elegant young master.

  Zhu Ziming and Shen Bixian were whispering to each other when they heard someone disturbing them, and Zhu said impatiently: "Adults are talking, kids go away."

  Everyone's forehead was sweating black lines, and Zhou Botong was a bit too much this time. How did this handsome young master become like a child?

  Shen Bi Xing looked at the young master who suddenly appeared in front of her and nodded: "You are..."

  Isn't this the young master Wei Dongcheng, the son of the Minister of Revenue, who was just mentioned by Magistrate Ma? Zhu Ziming looked him up and down, wondering if this young noble from the capital knew Miss Shen.

  It suddenly occurred to Zhu Ziming that Shen Bixian had lived in the capital for a few years, and wondered if they had met in the capital. He thought to himself, but he didn't have a good impression of this gentleman in sheep's clothing.

  Appearing to be a reasonable person, knowing people's faces but not their hearts, who knows if he is actually a hypocrite.

  Wei Dongcheng raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't get angry, and smiled faintly: "This Mr. Zhou's words are quite interesting..."

  However, Miss Biyin's coldness left Weidong Cheng speechless, and he thought for a moment: "Miss Biyin, do you still remember Xiaodongzi from the capital? We used to play together when we were young."

  "You're Xiao Dongzi!" Shen Biyin suddenly realized, revealing a hint of a smile: "It's been many years since we last met, I really can't recognize you anymore."

  I hope you're not going to pretend to be an old friend now, Zhu Ziming thought it was funny. Earlier when Miss Shen was in trouble, I didn't see you lend a hand, and now that things are over, you come running to claim a relationship?

  Wei Dongcheng sighed: "I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a few years, Miss Biying has become so beautiful. I still remember when we played together, we were just kids."

  "It turned out to be Xiao Dongzi's brother," Zhu Ziming suddenly grabbed his hands, looking excited: "I've long admired your great name."

  This young master named Zhou Botong seems unfamiliar to me. The inexplicable Wei Dongcheng asked, "Young Master Zhou, do you know me?"

  "How could I not know?" Zhu Ziming chuckled and said: "Wei Gongzi is a renowned figure in Lingyun City."

  "Oh?" Wei Dongcheng was overjoyed and asked with a smile: "Is this really true?"

  "Of course," Zhu Ziming said with a straight face, "we all know that you, Wei Gongzi, love to see injustice and shout out loud, helping countless women in distress escape their suffering, and are the idol of countless young girls."

  "Hmph......" Looking at the black-faced young master's teasing appearance, how could everyone not know that he was secretly ridiculing Wei Dongcheng? Was it possible that this Young Master Wei was a regular customer of the brothel?

  Everyone secretly laughed and didn't dare laugh out loud. After all, the old man was the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, a high-ranking official in the imperial court, and it wasn't easy to offend him lightly.

  "It's a cry for help at the sight of injustice!" Shen Biying's pretty face flushed with anger and laughter: "How did it become a shout for help at the sight of injustice?"

  So uncultured, it's really scary...

  Wei Dongcheng, no matter how foolish he was, could understand the meaning behind Zhou Gongzi's words. His face turned pale with anger. Fine, you, Zhou Botong, not only do you look down on the county magistrate, but also degrade yourself at the same time.

  His hands clenched into fists, but Wei Dongcheng knew that he couldn't act rashly now. After all, this wasn't the capital city; a strong dragon can't suppress a snake in its own lair, and one mustn't make reckless moves.

  Everyone's face turned red with suppressed laughter, even Magistrate Ma was trying to hold back a smile. Wei Dongcheng was furious, thinking that not one of the people in Lingyun City was any good.

  You hide when there's trouble and come over to chat when it's all clear, Zhu Ziming detests this kind of rich boy the most, definitely needs a good education.

  Shen Biyin was very astute and wouldn't have been unaware of Zhu Ziming's thoughts, so she just hummed in response and stopped paying attention to Wei Dongcheng. This kind of childhood playmate wasn't worth recognizing anyway.

  Wei Dongcheng was left with nothing to gain, and even lost face. In his anger, he had no choice but to find an opportunity to teach Zhou Botong a lesson.

  "Miss Bi Xian, I'll have the chance to chat with you again in the future," Wei Dongcheng clasped his fists and smoothed out his sleeves before quickly returning to sit down beside County Magistrate.

  Wei Dongcheng has also suffered losses in Chengdu, and he himself has no complaints about this loss. Magistrate Ma glanced at "Zhou Gongzi" and thought that if he was indeed a disciple of Confucius, it would be fine. But if not... Hmph, you will have good fruit to eat.

  Yan Yunli watched the good show in front of him and had already laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. It's really better to provoke Yan Wang than to provoke Zhu brother.

  Zhu Ziming and Shen Bixian also returned to their original seats, with this, Shen Bixian was no longer too worried, as Yan Shizi was there, Ma Zhixian was just a clown, only Yunmen...

  Shen Bixian gritted her teeth, it seemed she had to go to the capital again, to find her uncle.

  "Lord Wei, don't bother arguing with him," Magistrate Ma said in a low voice: "He's very sharp-tongued, just as you've said."

  Wei Dongcheng nodded: "It's just that I was scolded by him in such a way, and I have an unfulfilled wish."

  Magistrate Ma smiled and said: "He is just good at boasting, in terms of talent, how can he compare to you? He is only a humble registered disciple in front of Confucius."

  Wei Dongcheng's eyes lit up, he himself was a famous talent in the capital city, could he really not compete with this dark-faced man?

  Zhū Zǐ Míng originally thought it was just to see off the gift, have a meal and then leave, didn't expect so many things would happen, really makes one worried.

  For this intriguing and ruthless promotion feast, Zhu Ziming didn't want to stay any longer.

  But at this moment, Master Ma suddenly stood up: "Tonight is a good time with beautiful scenery and fine wine. Such a rare quiet night, why not talk about elegant things, make poetry, and couplets?"

  Wei Dongcheng suddenly stood up and responded: "Magistrate Ma's proposal is good, why not let this talented scholar from the capital come up with a couplet to match the elegant scholars of Lingyun City?"

  "Wei Dongcheng's face is almost as thick as mine," Zhu Ziming said: "Still calling himself a talented scholar from the capital."

  "You're something else..." Shen Biying said with a laugh and tears: "It's really only those who take pride in their thick skin that can survive in this world."

  As for this treasure husband, Shen Biyin both hated and liked him. He was obviously a weirdo, yet he didn't have a decent day all year round, it's really hard to say what's good about him.

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