The moment Yun Zichu appeared in Honglian, his eyes flickered, but in an instant, he regained his composure and his expression remained calm.

He didn't want to answer, and he didn't want to have anything to do with the brothel girl.

But Lin Sui beside him seemed to be going crazy. He stood up suddenly and waved his hand, "Miss Honglian, here, here."

Honglian's eyes moved slightly, "You are Mr. Yun Zichu?"

"Ahem," Lin Sui almost lost his mind at the sight of her bright and deep phoenix eyes, but then the glances that swung at him like knives made his scalp numb. He coughed and waved his hands awkwardly,

"It's not me, it's the young man in white next to me."

Yun Zichu: "..."

The hand he had just stretched out to stop his classmates from revealing his identity was withdrawn.

He seemed not to notice the unkind eyes around him, stood up and nodded lightly towards Honglian.

For a man to be so indifferent to her, her red lotus and phoenix eyes remained calm. She smiled faintly and said, "The last line of my poem was written by the young master?"

"Exactly."

"Then I wonder if Honglian is lucky enough to invite the young master to play a song together?"

Isn't playing music in front of a large audience the same as selling music?

With Yun Zichu's family training and upbringing, it was natural that he would not be able to do such a thing.

"Sorry, I'm not good at music."

"Well, that's such a pity," Honglian didn't feel embarrassed and just said regretfully.

But she didn't think anything, but the others wanted to beat this bastard to death.

Damn it, if you have the ability, give them the opportunity!

Was he openly despising them now?

Everyone had the urge to kill Yun Zichu.

Especially Lin Sui, others don't know whether Yun Zichu knows music, but he doesn't know it yet?

He can waste such a beauty, but this man is probably not good enough.

Yun Zichu didn't care about the others, and said calmly: "I just think those few lines of poetry are very good, and I will answer a few lines in the essay. I will leave here in two days, so you don't need to worry about anything."

Translated, this means that he doesn't want to enjoy the moon with Red Lotus Mid-Autumn Festival.

And he was talking about those lines of poetry, not "the girl's poetry", which means he didn't believe that those lines were composed by Honglian.

Not to mention Honglian, everyone else could hear what he said.

Now, everyone was not only dissatisfied with Yun Zichu, but also looked at him angrily.

What does Yun Zichu mean by this?

He is noble and they are low?

You must know that Honglian is the goddess they hold in their arms, and Yun Zichu's indifference and even belittling are just a slap in their faces.

It was as if they were just a group of mentally retarded people who were dazzled by beauty. He was the only one who was not fascinated by the prosperity of the world?

Is he the most awesome? The most courageous?

Everyone sneered.

Honglian didn't seem to notice the turmoil below. She turned her eyes back with a faint smile and said softly: "Is there any music that everyone wants to listen to today?"

Everyone immediately put aside the extremely 'noble' Yun and focused all their attention on the goddess.

"Miss Honglian can play whatever she wants. We all like it."

Honglian smiled softly and said, "The imperial examination is approaching, so this time Honglian will play a song called "Mountains and Flowing Water" for everyone. I wish the talented people who are rushing to take the exam this year will be named on the gold list."

Everyone was following him again.

Hong Lian smiled softly and put down the guqin. The green smoke curled up and the gurgling music flowed on her fingertips.

When Yunzi first heard the beautiful music, he was stunned.

The piano is like a person, and the fact that Miss Honglian can play such a majestic piano sound shows that she has a big heart.

This was the first time in so many years that he heard someone play "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" so smoothly and melodiously, which clearly showed her proficiency in the guqin.

Yun Zichu looked at the beautiful woman playing the piano on the stage with complicated eyes, feeling regretful that such a talented woman was born in a brothel.

Her red lotus and phoenix eyes were indifferent, and the smile on her lips remained unchanged.

So what if I was born in a brothel?

A person's birth cannot be determined by himself.

But how to live in the future is not without choices.

So what if she is a brothel girl? She can still make the world's powerful and self-respecting scholars hold her up and chase after her, asking for nothing but getting what she wants.

She lives a life of fine clothing and fine food, and can do as she pleases, so what's wrong with that?

As for people like Yun Zichu who look down on her, Honglian has encountered countless people since she was sensible.

Only those who truly feel inferior will care.

Guren would only use her strength to ask those people to beat her face hard and swell it up.

These men will pursue her not only because of her beauty, but more importantly because of her talent.

As soon as the song ended, while everyone was still immersed in the elegant and beautiful music, Honglian's figure had disappeared from the stage.

She is like a fairy in a painting, she is misty when she comes and leaves without a trace, so people can never catch her.

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On the way back to the inn from Tingfeng Garden, Lin Sui changed his usual talkative attitude and basically refused to talk to Yun Zichu along the way.

This aloof and talented man has no emotional intelligence and has always been taciturn. He never noticed anything wrong with his classmates' attitude towards him.

The two of them were walking on the road in the cold like this. When they turned around an alley, a group of gangsters with sticks in their hands suddenly blocked their path from the front and back.

"Who are you?" Lin Sui was a little flustered.

Yun Zichu's face darkened. In broad daylight and the world was clear, he dared to act evil. He really didn't take the government officials seriously.

The gangster leader tapped the stick on his palm and pointed at Yun Zichu, "Our target is him. If you don't want to die, just get out."

Lin Sui looked at Yun Zichu and hesitated for a moment, but then thought that it was this man who was ignorant of life and death and pretended to be noble, which caused the disaster.

And he still has to go to Beijing to take the exam. If he fails here, his life will be over.

Youdao means that every injustice has its owner and its debtor has its owner. This is what he, Yun Zichu, caused, so why should he be implicated?

Without the experienced Yun Zichu, wouldn't he also have one less competitor?

Thinking like this, Lin Sui stopped looking at Yun Zichu, turned around, and ran away.

When those gangsters saw that he knew what he was doing, they also moved out of the way and ignored him.

Yun Zichu was stunned. He never expected that his classmate, who was usually a close friend to him, would abandon him like this in times of crisis.

He was just a useless scholar. Even if he had more training than other scholars, he would only end up being beaten half to death when faced with these fierce gangsters.

Those gangsters seemed to be merciful on purpose and only beat him to pieces, not intending to kill him.

"Bah, I really thought I was a piece of shit to throw him into a beggar's den in a ruined temple."

"Yes, boss."

Bang!

Yun Zichu was covered in blood and seemed to be unconscious. He was lying on the dirty soil, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Seeing this, the beggars in the ruined temple hurriedly avoided it.
Chapter completed!