The young man who was talking to Madam Mo raised his head and saw Ye Xingyuan facing him. He saw Madam Mo's face with a strange look and asked in a low voice: "Who is this?"

He has been chasing Madam Mo for all these times, claiming to be a flower protector, and is the most sensitive in this regard. Madam Mo was calculating in his heart and whispered: "This...this is Mr. Ye who became famous for his poems in the frontier."

When talking about the three words "Young Master Ye", Madam Mo actually had a bit of shy meaning, as if she was full of admiration for the talented man.

Although the target in his heart seemed to be interested in others, the young master's expression did not change much, and he just said lightly: "It turns out that he is Ye Xingyuan, but he has a good face."

He is a good friend of Zheng Keding and is a friend in the same circle. Of course, Ye Xingyuan's name has long been heard. But he has been busy pursuing Madam Mo these days, and he thought about getting through the limelight first, so he would not be able to continue to embarrass Zheng Keding, so he didn't care about Ye Xingyuan's side.

Madam Mo seemed not to care about the emotional changes of the young man. Instead, she seemed to be immersed in the little woman's thoughts and could not extricate herself. Although she was shy, she was still talking about Ye Xingyuan.

"Young Master Ye is very talented and treats people very gentle. I am a lowly person who is a slave and a maid. He is willing to treat him with courtesy. When he gets along with him, he is really like a spring breeze... In the past two days, I still want to find an opportunity to deliver food to him."

If Ye Xingyuan heard these words, he would be laughing. When he met the fox, he always kept shouting and drinking, and he thought about each other in his heart, where was there any spring breeze?

Of course, Madam Mo did it on purpose. She repeatedly threw it and hugged her, but Ye Xingyuan refused to accept it. He never believed her words and did not even give her good colors. This made Madam Mo very dull and greatly hurt her self-esteem.

The young man in front of him was Zhang, and he was the scholar-in-law of Nanyuan, the mansion. He was also the only son of the mansion. He had a noble status and a bright future.

The official credits are Nanyuan Beiyuan. The scholar and Tongsheng are separated and rarely interact with each other on weekdays. Ye Xingyuan has always been in Beiyuan, so he naturally does not know Mr. Zhang, who is the leader in Nanyuan.

After Niangzi Mo became a human being, sneaked into the palace as a maid, she was sent by Professor Xu and sometimes would come and go. One day, Mr. Zhang met Niangzi Mo in a small garden, which was amazed and fascinated since then.

It is really because Niangzi Mo's magical powers are unique and unique. Eighth-grade figures like Professor Xu did not notice any abnormalities, let alone Mr. Zhang.

Today, Mr. Zhang stopped Madam Mo and entangled him again. Madam Mo was done with a few strokes, but when he saw Ye Xingyuan passing by, he couldn't help but provoke Madam Zhang.

You have a magic weapon to wear a demon-repelling weapon, but I can't do anything to you, but in this school, I still have a way to deal with you! Madam Mo looked at Ye Xingyuan's back and thought to herself, but her face showed a look of nostalgia.

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting! Not to mention that Madam Mo secretly added charming power to her acting skills, which greatly amplified the stimulation to Mr. Zhang.

Seeing that the person he was absent-minded about him, but was obsessed with Ye Xingyuan, Mr. Zhang's face turned gloomy.

When Ye Xingyuan's back disappeared, Madam Mo suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly: "I just remembered that Mr. Zhang, your friend Mr. Zheng, seems to be in the hands of this person. I must not talk about him."

After saying a few more words in a hurry, Madam Mo said goodbye without any nostalgia, while Mr. Zhang seemed to be thinking.

That afternoon, Ye Xingyuan received an invitation from Mr. Zhang—or more like a war letter. Leaving the self-introduction and greetings of Pian Si Li Liu, the central idea of ​​this post is just one sentence, "After the church is dispersed today, I would like to meet you in the back garden of the Palace School to enjoy the autumn scenery together, and see you all the time."

Ye Xingyuan carefully savored the meaning revealed between the lines. If translated into plain language, it would probably be - after school, then at the school gate, if you have any other intentions, don't run away, don't tell the teacher!

Ye Xingyuan asked and was even more confused. He didn't know how he offended the prefect? ​​Could it be that he was asking for trouble for Zheng Keding? It is indeed possible.

However, since he threw out nine poems to block the mouths of Youyou, no one has mentioned the incident of beating the first day. Why did Mr. Zhang come to him at this time? Could it be that he was silently waiting to get over the limelight before thinking about taking revenge?

It was not until Ye Xingyuan went to the back garden to see Master Zhang, and then he suddenly realized that the young man who was talking to Mr. Mo was this Master Zhang. Now Ye Xingyuan is sure that 90% of the vixen was making trouble again! Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

The only son of the prefect, an 18-year-old scholar, is a talented person, elegant and romantic, and has a few poems and essays. Mr. Zhang has such many auras and is famous in the prefecture, so there are naturally many followers around him. If Zheng Keding was not injured, he would be considered his first no-legged.

Ye Xingyuan walked around the rockery in the back garden and saw the small bridge on the lakeside, and was shocked. He saw Mr. Zhang sitting cross-legged on the ground in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, playing with the simple piano, and then relaxed. Such a literary style doesn't look like he wants to fight in groups. As long as he doesn't use force, there is no need to worry too much.

As soon as they walked into the lake, they met up and down, looking at Ye Xingyuan, and said coldly: "You are Ye Xingyuan? Let's wait here, waiting for the young master to see you!"

Ye Xingyuan was speechless, but a prince from the prefect's family was just a scholar, and his appearance was very great, like a great master in the officialdom.

Then he said, "Young Master Zhang originally asked me to come, but I didn't know each other before. Since Mr. Zhang had something to do, I will say goodbye first."

When Ye Xingyuan thought about it, no matter what the reason was to look for him, he did not ask Mr. Zhang for help, so why should he be humble and bow down? If you have free time to wait here, it would be better to go back and read a few more books.

After saying that, he turned around and left without any delay. The two of them were furious and were about to tear them apart. Mr. Zhang from the pavilion in the middle of the lake raised his head and said lightly: "Since Mr. Ye is here, please invite him in."

Mr. Zhang also secretly scolded Ye Xingyuan for not understanding the rules in his heart, but today he asked Ye Xingyuan to come to make it clear and let him retreat. If Ye Xingyuan just left like this, wouldn’t he be in vain? He wanted to give him a warning, but he didn’t expect that the other party didn’t care about him at all.

Ye Xingyuan walked across the Jiuqu Bridge, and did not look at the rest of the idle people. He went straight into the pavilion in the middle of the lake, bowed to Mr. Zhang casually, and greeted him indifferently: "I heard about Mr. Zhang's name for a long time. I am very honored to meet today. I don't know what advice?"

He didn't feel wronged, so he sat down on the stone bench opposite Mr. Zhang with a big golden sword. He picked up the fragrant tea brought by the maid next to him and tasted it. He felt sweet and sweet, and his mouth was full of saliva. It was a good tea!

Mr. Zhang looked at him, let go of the strings of the piano, and slowly stood up with the help of the book boy beside him. On the other side, the maid held a golden silk embroidered mat and spread it on the stone bench. He sat down, stretched out his fingers to point the tea cup in Ye Xingyuan's hand, and smiled lightly: "This tea is called Qingxue, and it is produced on the cliff of Lietian Mountain. It is 30,000 miles away. The tea picker hung down from the top of the thousand-foot peak with a rope so that he could pick it. Every year, there are countless people who died in order to pick this tea."

It turns out that this is the famous Qingxue Tea. Ye Xingyuan was secretly shocked, and the magistrate was indeed rich. The inferior tea is sold for twenty taels of silver per kilogram in the world. Today I have the chance to drink a few more sips.

"The so-called "people die for money and birds die for food. If the tea picker is not greedy for his valuable profit, he will not die under the cliff." Mr. Zhang continued, his tone calm, saying that people have no compassion for life and death.

He seemed to be hinting at something. Ye Xingyuan guessed that the other party was talking to him, but some monks were confused. What did the vixen tell this young master Zhang?

He had to say vaguely: "The tea picker takes risks and seeks profits just for a living. If he is as rich as Mr. Zhang, he naturally does not have to do this. If everyone is rich, we will not be able to drink this famous Qingxue tea."

You can't drink it at first, this tea belongs to mine! Mr. Zhang couldn't help but complain in his heart, and only felt that Ye Xingyuan was deliberately pretending to be stupid, so he could only say patiently: "So in this world, there are people who pick tea and people who drink tea, and this is the number of days. Mr. Ye, you have a peerless poetry talent and must be a smart person. You should understand this principle, but you don't know if you want to be a tea drinker or a tea picker?"

What does it mean to speak in a sloping way? Ye Xingyuan certainly wants to be a tea drinker, which is undoubtedly a question, but the question of this prefect is obviously not so straightforward. What does he want to say?

Ye Xingyuan thought carefully: "Actually, after hearing what Mr. Zhang said, although this Qingxue tea is good, it contains the blood and tears of tea pickers, and the taste of it is not so good. If I follow my wish, it is the right way to prevent people in the world from taking the risk of picking tea."

It was like a chicken and a duck to talk! Mr. Zhang was furious. He raised his hand, and the well-behaved maid next to him immediately picked up his Yaoqin and gently placed it on the stone table.

Mr. Zhang was bored and tweaked the strings of the piano, buzzing, and speaking with a bit of metal and stone sound, "Mr. Ye, in today's world, scientific research is the right way.

Tang Shiyan, the number one talented man in the Hanjiang Prefecture, was not inferior to you when he was young. It’s a pity that he offended someone he shouldn’t have offended, but now he is just a scholar. Do you have to think it through?"

Is this threatening me? Ye Xingyuan was shocked and still didn't understand what the prefect was going to threaten him. Even Tang Shiyan's gossip was too late to take care of it.

Mr. Zhang had another idea. In his opinion, Ye Xingyuan and Niangzi Mo had a close relationship with each other. He had said so clearly, Ye Xingyuan was still pretending to be confused, and he really didn't give him face.

Mr. Zhang, who has always been talking nonsense, was too lazy to accompany Ye Xingyuan to continue pretending to be stupid. He snorted coldly, quickly tweaked the strings of the piano with his fingers, and slowly said: "I am obsessed with it! Let's listen to my song of the universal musical curse!"
Chapter completed!