Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 367: In the Yaoxian Tower, there is no Xieguan in the world!

A beautiful maid beside Zhao Yang hurriedly bent over to pick up the broken porcelain, but he raised his foot and crushed the back of her hand.

"what!"

The maid cried out in pain, but swallowed it down.

The porcelain shard pierced into his palm, and blood dripped down his trembling fingertips and onto the cold blue brick floor.

Zhao Yang shouted a few times, but when he saw the maid biting her lips to endure the pain, he found it boring.

"You dare not even scream, get out!"

Seeing this, several young masters who were on good terms with the family, knowing well the moody nature of the second eldest son of the Zhao family, found excuses to leave.

For a moment, Zhao Yang was the only one left nearby.

"Why is Yanggeer so angry?"

A warm voice sounded at the right time.

Zhao Yang raised his eyes and saw Xie Renfeng in a moon-white brocade robe, with handsome features and gentlemanly demeanor in his every move.

Following behind Xie Renfeng was a maid who looked to be in her twenties, wearing a dark green long dress made of precious gauze, which outlined her tall figure gracefully.

She had an exquisite silver fork in her hair and her hands were neatly crossed at her waist.

It was Gan Zhi, and his face looked a little more haggard than before.

"Cousin Renfeng," Zhao Yang snorted coldly, "Why don't you tell me why Xie Guan was still alive and kicking at the banquet?"

"Now he has won the favor of Mr. San and Prime Minister Su, and is in the limelight."

As the second son of the Zhao family, Zhao Yang has always been arrogant in front of Xie Renfeng.

At this moment, he was leaning back in the armchair, his tone full of impatience and questioning.

Xie Renfeng had an indifferent look on his face. After hearing the news that Xie Guan had ascended the Yaoxian Tower, he followed closely.

Although he was not qualified to hold a banquet in the Yaoxian Tower, he could walk around the tower freely.

When he came to the banquet for beauties this time, his father Xie Hong actually asked him for the first time whether he needed to go to the Yaoxian Tower.

The hint of apology in his father's eyes made Xie Renfeng's heart tremble slightly.

Over the years, has their father ever shown such concern for them and their son?
Mrs. Zhao, who was standing by at the time, couldn't help but wipe her tears with a handkerchief when she saw this.

Xie Renfeng didn't want to worry his father, so he declined the seat at Yaoxianlou and went to Area A downstairs.

"Don't worry, Yangge."

"Xie Guan's pride won't last long. Prime Minister Su and Mr. San have given him a topic, asking him to write a poem on the theme of the Banquet of Immortals and Flowers. If he can't come up with a satisfactory poem."

Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Xie Renfeng then told the inside story of Xie Guan's collusion with the Three True Sect of the Sui Dynasty.

Although the three gentlemen tried their best to protect him, he made an agreement with Prime Minister Su that if Xie Guan's poems were not satisfactory, he would be imprisoned and interrogated.

Zhao Yang heard this and the gloom on his face disappeared. "Xie Guan is courting death. He dared to collude with the Three True Cult."

A sinister look flashed across Zhao Yang's eyes. "The banquet is almost over, and there are only ten courtesans left to perform on stage. How can he have time to write a poem that will satisfy Prime Minister Su?"

Xie Renfeng was not as sure as he was. "Even if he really made a good work, it would only be a moment of pride at the banquet."

He paused, "The Xie family has decided to hold a clan meeting tomorrow to expel Xie Guan from the Xie Mansion."

"By then, he will lose the protection of the Xie Mansion. Whether he lives or dies, won't it all be up to Brother Yang to decide?"

Zhao Yang heard this and a cruel smile appeared on his face: "I will make him wish he could neither live nor die."

Xie Renfeng just smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Yang suddenly frowned, wondering: Why has Shen Qian, the personal attendant who was sent to ambush and kill Xie Guan, not returned yet? Did something go wrong?
Xie Renfeng noticed Zhao Yang's doubts, "Maybe there was some accident on the way. I heard that Madam Xu of the Sima family also met with an accident. Why should we delve into it? Since it involves the nine major surnames, the Xuanjing Division will turn a blind eye."

Zhao Yang nodded casually.

To him, it was just the loss of a capable "servant" and it was not worth the trouble to investigate, which would only cause trouble.

He turned to look at the maid, and saw that she was still covering her bleeding hand, and he was immediately displeased:
"What are you standing there for? Didn't you see your cousin Renfeng coming? Why don't you clean up the floor!"

The maid bowed hurriedly, only to see Xie Renfeng approaching and taking out a plain white handkerchief.

"Girl, wait a minute."

Xie Renfeng called her gently and took her blood-stained hand.

The maid subconsciously tried to pull it back, but he held it firmly.

"Your hand is still bleeding."

Xie Renfeng spoke softly and bandaged her wound meticulously.

The maid lowered her head, her ears slightly red, but she didn't dare to break free.

I thought to myself that the young master of the Xie family is truly a humble gentleman.

Xie Renfeng ordered Gan Zhi to pick up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

Gan Zhi bent down to pick it up, her dark green skirt outlining her graceful figure.

Zhao Yang didn't care about the intimate behavior between Xie Renfeng and the maid, and instead turned his attention to Gan Zhi.

She was tall, half a head taller than the average maid, with her slender waist faintly visible under her dress, and her curves were exquisite.

The waist is round and full.

"Haha." Zhao Yang chuckled.

"Snapped--"

A big hand touched Gan Zhi's waist unscrupulously.

She had already noticed Zhao Yang approaching, and was trembling all over at this moment, but she felt that the person behind her was becoming more and more presumptuous and was almost sticking to her.

Gan Zhi looked at her young master for help, but saw Xie Renfeng concentrating on bandaging the maid's wound, as if he was unaware of it.

Seeing this, Zhao Yang became more and more demanding.

Gan Zhi couldn't help but burst into tears.

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"I am really happy for Master Guan today!"

Zhang Yuanlai sighed, a rare look of genuine joy showing on his face.

The courtesans left one after another.

Prince of Yan Chen Ting, Second Prince Chen Feng and several other princes had long disappeared. Zhang Yunzhi, Xie Yuan and others also hurried to the Yaoxian Tower.

Only Li Xiangjun, Zhou Yuner, Feng Yaya, Jia Yu and others were left in the private room.

He Xiao looked disappointed, "Brother Zhang, why should you be happy? You are not the one enjoying the glory today."

Zhang Yuanlai smiled and said, "Isn't it right to be happy for a friend? Young Master has never given up on himself in Xie's mansion, which is why he has achieved what he has today."

Zhou Yuner's eyes were filled with curiosity. "Brother Zhang, can you tell us about Master Guan's past?"

"Why not?" Zhang Yuanlai sighed, "Master Guan is also a miserable person. He lost his mother when he was eight years old."

Li Xiangjun couldn't help but listen carefully.

By the time Zhang Yuan started talking, Zhou Yuner's eyes were already red.

Zhang Yuanlai told the story, "Master Guan cried until he was blind when he was nine years old, but he beat Master Yuan in chess, so he was able to invite me and Brother He to study."

"How can people from the nine major surnames be so cruel? Doesn't Marquis Dingyuan care about the relationship between father and son?" Zhou Yun'er was indignant.

Feng Yaya sighed softly: "The Marquis's family is as deep as the sea, and the competition among the princes has always been so cruel."

Jia Yu couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart.

A blind boy can study so diligently. He is truly a gentleman who constantly strives for self-improvement.

Zhang Yuanlai was about to talk about the past of Hongjingyuan in Xie Mansion: "Master Guan often copied for Master Xie Hong."

Suddenly, He Xiao gently tugged at his sleeve.

Zhang Yuanlai turned around in confusion, his face suddenly changed, and he bowed quickly:

"Mr. Luo Jing!"

I don’t know when.

A tall old man was standing behind the crowd.

He has white hair and a youthful face, a ruddy complexion, his hair is tied up meticulously, and there is a kind and gentle look in his eyes.

Jia Yu and the others did not dare to neglect him and greeted him one after another: "Greetings, President Luo."

Several people have different names, and there are reasons for them.

Although He Xiao and Zhang Yuanlai passed the imperial examination and became scholars, they had never studied hard in any academy, so they respectfully called the old man "Sir" - because Luo Jing was a teacher in the academy.

Jia Yu and the other two called him "Dean" because Luo Jing was the principal of Chongshan Academy and a world-renowned scholar.

If he had not retired and returned to his hometown, he would now be the Minister of Revenue of the Great Qi.

He is also Mr. San's disciple.

These prominent identities made everyone feel even more uneasy.

When Zhou Yuner and others learned the old man's identity, they also hurriedly greeted him.

Luo Jing smiled and said, "Don't pay attention to an old man like me. Weren't we just talking about Xie Guan and Mr. Hong?"

Zhang Yuanlai was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

The old man knew that he had a special status, so he didn't make things difficult for himself. He asked, "I heard that you want to go back to your hometown in Longxi? What's wrong? Have you seen enough of this Bianjing city?"

Zhang Yuanlai was shocked when he heard this. How could this big shot know his plan?
He did not dare to hide it and answered respectfully: "I do have this thought. I have been away from home for more than 20 years and I want to see the bricks and tiles of my hometown."

"Is it a sincere thought, or a forced thought?" Luo Jing smiled meaningfully.

Zhang Yuanlai had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Luo Jing stroked his beard and smiled, "Mr. San said that you study hard, treat people sincerely, and have a good eye for people. If you don't feel wronged, would you like to come to the academy to study tomorrow?"

"This"

Zhang Yuanlai's eyes were full of disbelief.

Mr. San actually knew his name and personally recommended him to the academy?
He subconsciously looked at Feng Yaya, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

Feng Yaya held his hand, her eyes full of joy: "Zhang Lang, why don't you reply to Mr. Luo's question?"

Zhang Yuanlai bowed quickly: "Student is willing!"

The tall old man nodded with a smile: "Come earlier tomorrow, a day's plan begins in the morning."

Jia Yu and the other two looked envious.

If you can enter an academy to study, your future will surely be bright.

He Xiao was even more shocked.

Luo Jing was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned to Zhou Yuner and said, "Miss, can I take a look at your painting "Exploring the Dragon's Head in the Clouds and Mist"? "

Zhou Yuner quickly unfolded the scroll.

Luo Jing looked at it carefully, with admiration in her eyes:

“Thunder shocked the heaven and earth, dragons and snakes hibernated; rain fell on the outskirts of the countryside, and the grass and trees softened. Although the dragon has not yet been painted, it has already shown the potential to soar, and it has fully grasped the essence of the painting.”

"This painting is worthy of being passed down from generation to generation. Don't sell it unless it is absolutely necessary."

Zhou Yuner respectfully put away the scroll and nodded heavily.

Until the old man left, Zhang Yuanlai still looked dazed.

Feng Yaya reminded softly: "Zhang Lang, you hurt my hand."

Zhang Yuanlai finally came to his senses and quickly let go of Feng Yaya's soft, boneless hand, his eyes full of pity.

He couldn't figure it out: Why did the third master of the academy know his name and let a great scholar like Luo Jing come in person?

Li Xiangjun seemed to be thinking about something, but she was also happy for Feng Yaya - now that Zhang Yuanlai had the status of a student in the academy, he didn't have to go far to Longxi and could gain a foothold in Bianliang.

Feng Yaya, who was watching from the sidelines, reminded him softly, "Zhang Lang, when Mr. Luo Jing came just now, did he mention anyone?"

Zhang Yuanlai suddenly realized: "Master Guan!"

He Xiao fell into the chair, looking at the beauty beside Zhang Yuanlai, thinking that Zhang Yuanlai was about to become a student of the academy.

Establish a career and build a family!

In the blink of an eye, there is a world of difference.

He Xiao felt bitter in his heart.

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Yu Ke sat alone in the quiet room of Yaoxian Tower, concentrating on thinking.

suddenly!

The door was pushed open and a lame old man walked in slowly.

Yu Ke recognized that this was the old man who claimed to be from Prime Minister Su’s mansion at the Banquet of Flowers, and who had escaped unscathed from the hands of the Demon Master and Master Lianchi.

The lame old man grinned and said, "Xie Guan, how are you?"

"Prime Minister Su has another message for me to convey - if the poem you wrote today does not satisfy him."

The words stopped abruptly!

Green smoke curled up from the gilded incense burner, casting a flickering shadow on Xie Guan's face.

The lame old man's tone suddenly turned cold, like ice piercing one's bones, making one shudder:

"Today, if you cannot satisfy Prime Minister Su, don't even think about stepping out of this quiet room."

"From now on, there will be no such person as Xie Guan in the world."

(End of this chapter)