After Wu Xueli finished speaking, several people followed Zhao Ce and walked downstairs in a swaggering manner.

Just came downstairs.

Then I saw a young man in rich clothes walking in from the door.

This is none other than Mr. Song whom I saw in Zuixuan Tower.

Next to Mr. Song, there was a middle-aged man standing.

He was also wearing a gorgeous outfit and looked rather bookish.

Mr. Song was originally invited to come here, and he also brought someone here to inspect the style of study.

But I didn't want to see Zhao Ce here.

He shouted happily: "Zhao Ce, why are you here?"

When Wu Xueli saw Young Master Song, he remembered the scene of the disheveled man being held up in a brothel that day.

He quickly hid behind Qiu Shubai.

Zhao Ce nodded slightly at him.

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry."

Then, he left without looking back.

Mr. Song muttered: "What's going on?"

"I haven't seen you for such a long time, and you don't want to catch up with me."

The man next to Mr. Song glanced at Zhao Ce and said casually: "Aren't you angry?"

This young man named Zhao Ce is obviously a Confucian scholar.

When a Confucian scholar saw a scholar, he just nodded and said hello, and did not come forward to greet him seriously.

If you really want to talk about it, it's quite rude.

There was a touch of humility in Mr. Song's words, but the meaning of protection was also very obvious.

He said: "Of course I won't be angry."

"Although Zhao Ce is a Confucian scholar, he is not an ordinary Confucian scholar."

After saying that, he took the middle-aged man upstairs and briefly talked to him about Zhao Ce identifying the painting for him.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man said "Oh?"

"No wonder your grandfather asked me about it earlier. It turns out there is a reason for this."

Mr. Song said: "Yes."

"Zhao Ce, a farmer, even knows these things."

"To say he is knowledgeable and talented is truly an understatement."

The middle-aged man listened to his words and nodded thoughtfully.

"So, he is indeed a strange person."

Mr. Song told him about Zhao Ce's previous rescue of people in Fucheng, which touched the middle-aged man.

The two of them walked upstairs while talking.

But I saw a mess upstairs.

The man was carrying the broken pieces of the screen out and picking up the broken wood on the ground.

"Master Song is here?"

Many people who had recovered their senses and were about to leave stopped and bowed to him.

Mr. Song is a scholar, and his family is not low in power. Even the prefect will give him a bit of a thumbs down when they see him.

Naturally, someone invited him to today's banquet.

However, when he arrived belatedly, he saw such a scene.

Mr. Song raised his eyebrows, glanced at Mr. Lun, and then asked, "Does anyone dare to listen to Yunxuan's troubles?"

A student next to him said with lingering fear: "Hey, it's that Gaowen County case leader, Zhao Ce."

"He kicked the screen to pieces with his feet and almost injured us all."

"Zhao Ce?" Mr. Song heard the name and took another look at the mess on the ground.

The middle-aged man next to him also looked at it curiously.

He also saw that Zhao Ce just now.

No matter how he looks, he doesn't look like someone who can smash a screen with his feet, right?

"Yes." Seeing Mr. Song's interest, the student quickly said, "He said he pushed it down accidentally."

"But even if I lean over the screen, I probably won't be able to push it down."

"Where can I easily push it down?"

Listening to the things in Yunxuan, they are naturally good things.

Not only is the screen thick, but the bottom is also stable.

Where can someone fall over with just a push?

But I remembered what Zhao Ce said at the end, saying that if he heard anyone say bad things about him again, he would have to face him in court.

The student quickly shut up again, not daring to speculate any more.

Mr. Song glanced at the student and then at the people present.

He snorted and said, "Since he said it was pushed down, then of course it is."

"After all, the Zhao Ce that I know is a knowledgeable and righteous person."

"How can you say something casually to offend others?"

Mr. Song is a scholar, that is, the senior brother of the group of scholars present here.

Seeing that his tone was a bit harsh, the remaining primary school students did not dare to speak anymore.

Mr. Song called the shopkeeper and said, "I will pay for the things Zhao Ce accidentally broke today!"

The shopkeeper Nei Nei agreed, thinking that it was a good thing that he didn't stop Zhao Ce just now and asked him to tell him the reason.

Otherwise, wouldn’t this indirectly offend Young Master Song?

After Mr. Song finished speaking, he turned to these primary school students and said in a slightly scolding tone: "The results of the government examination have not yet been released, but you are so frivolous."

"Why don't you go home quickly and wait for the results?"

Everyone could tell that he was venting his anger on Zhao Ce.

After Mr. Song finished speaking, he said to Mr. Lun in the crowd: "Little friend Lun, you are the head of the case in Fucheng. You can probably pass the childbirth test."

"You should seize the time and review for the college exam."

Mr. Song usually seems a bit frivolous, but when he teaches others, he actually puts on a good air.

Mr. Lun quickly bowed his head and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your teaching."

Mr. Song actually felt bad luck in his heart.

I happened to be taking someone out today and encountered these things.

No wonder Zhao Ce was a little lukewarm towards him just now. It turned out that something happened upstairs.

Wait until Young Master Song takes the people away.

The man who just apologized to Zhao Ce timidly asked: "Who is this Mr. Song?"

"This is such a great momentum..."

A person next to him said with a contemptuous tone: "Master Song is a scholar, and he is our senior brother. Naturally, he can educate us."

"It's true that you people, after reading so many books from sages, are still talking nonsense about people behind their backs."

"It's okay to say it, and it's still heard."

"If you didn't talk about us, Mr. Lun would have almost suffered from you."

After saying this, Zhao Anming and his party did not dare to answer.

Who would have thought that Zhao Ce would have people supporting him even in Fucheng?

Those people were still not satisfied and asked, "Aren't you going to elaborate on what the man behind you said just now?"

"What a good girl from the Zhao family, Miss An Ming, and that guy who bought fake goods as gifts for his wife."

As soon as this person started teasing, everyone seemed to be interested.

Ding Wenxuan and others originally wanted to curry favor with some wealthy families in the city.

But I don't want to become a laughing stock.
To be continued...