Volume 1, Chapter 106: The name of Shangyun Scholar.

Dongfang Qingzhu dragged Dongfang Yuan to the front of the convoy.

Then he shouted into the car.

"Ye Tingmu, come out quickly, this is my father."

Then she saw Jinghong sticking his head out.

Waved.

"Jinghong, you guys come too."

Several little guys had been lying in the car, looking through the curtain for a long time. When they heard Dongfang Qingzhu shouting, they all ran out.

Only the breeze did not stand firm and rolled down.

"Hey, Jinghong, why are you pushing me?"

Jinghong made a face and said, "Lululu..." and then stood still obediently.

Ye Tingmu sniffed and straightened his clothes.

When meeting the head of this aristocratic family, one must still have the proper manners. After all, he is also the head of the Ye family.

He got off the carriage leisurely.

The eyes of Chao Yu and others also fell on him.

The onlookers around were also curious about what kind of person could make Miss Dongfang Qingzhu leave the current Third Prince standing there.

As they watched, a handsome scholar stepped down from the carriage.

The scholar holds a sword in his arms, and his scholar robe shows his grace. Although he looks weak, there is an indescribable strength between his brows.

His steps are steady and the faint smile on his face is like a spring breeze that can touch the hearts of young girls.

"Wow... this scholar is so handsome."

"I really like the scholar. He is very cool with his sword and pen."

"The handsome and elegant young man of the Zong clan, holding a pen and hanging a sword, looks up at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree in the wind."

"You wouldn't do that..."

His appearance instantly caused a commotion among the surrounding girls, and their eyes were full of peach blossoms, and they were sending each other a secret glance.

There are only three things that girls in this world love.

I like those with handsome faces.

Second, I like those who are well-educated.

Sanxi is a swordsman holding a sword.

Ye Tingmu in front of them gave them this feeling.

And it has all three.

Chao Yu frowned and anger flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps jealous, or perhaps envious, he looked at Ye Tingmu and clenched his fists a little.

Ye Tingmu walked far to the east and smiled slightly, as if a gust of wind had risen again.

The sound of exclamation rang in my ears again.

He bent down to edit.

"Junior Ye Tingmu, nice to meet you, senior."

As soon as Ye Tingmu said these three words.

Among the onlookers, several people's expressions changed, and they exclaimed in surprise.

Pointing at Ye Tingmu, he said, "I remember now... He is the scholar from Shangyun City."

When Ye Tingmu is mentioned, perhaps everyone has not reacted yet, but the name of Shangyun Scholar has been widely circulated among the northerners in the past few days.

The news about Ye Tingmu's bravery that night had spread throughout the entire Beimang City along with the tourists from Beimang a few days ago.

With the embellishment of the writings of literati and poets, the rumors about him are even more legendary than those about a god.

That's what they said.

The scholar in white clothes, with his sword, cuts through the world.

A sword breaks the sky and cuts off the ten-mile corridor.

He fought against thousands of soldiers in front of Shangyunju, and summoned the wind and lightning to kill the gods.

With a three-foot-long sword hanging on your waist, it doesn't matter how extraordinary you are.

He fought against thousands of armored soldiers alone and crossed the border to kill the gods.

He can even call the wind and rain, control thunder and lightning, and confront the extraordinary.

Looking at the entire Northern Gang, who among his peers can compete with such a record?

The onlookers exclaimed and the discussion became louder and louder.

The looks in the eyes of those young girls changed from liking to admiring, and their blushes were filled with worship and yearning.

Of course, Ye Tingmu didn't know about this, and he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with these people and why they were looking at him with such fanatical eyes.

The Third Prince was already gritting his teeth, and when he heard that Ye Tingmu was the Shangyun scholar, his anger grew even more intense. He had also heard some gossip, so he naturally knew about it.

Dongfang Yuan looked at Ye Tingmu with a smile in his eyes, and the curve at the corner of his mouth showed his satisfaction.

His third uncle had sent someone to deliver the news about Ye Tingmu to him a few days ago.

The letter specifically instructed to take good care of this person and not let him leave, and he must stay.

His third uncle Dongfang Qinghu was arrogant all his life. Looking at the entire Dongfang family, he looked down on everyone except the ancestor.

Not to mention outsiders.

Now, for the sake of an unknown scholar, he actually sent someone to write a letter to him, and the letter emphasized this so much.

It can be seen that he attaches great importance to this scholar.

This is enough to prove that the scholar in front of him is definitely extraordinary.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I am even more satisfied.

Dongfang Yuan also put aside his status and returned a salute to Ye Tingmu with a smile.

"Hahaha... So you are Mr. Ye. I've heard a lot about you."

Ye Tingmu was stunned and looked at Dongfang Qingzhu with suspicion.

"Senior, do you recognize me?"

"Haha..." Dongfang Yuan stroked his beard.

As a matter of course, he said, "Who in Beimang City doesn't know the name of Shangyun Scholar?"

"Um...is he really that famous?" After being asked this by the other party, Ye Tingmu suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

The little guys behind him were so proud to see that the dignified head of the Dongfang family was so respectful to their eldest brother.

Jinghong raised his little head and said, "Look, he is worthy of being the patriarch of our Ye family, so handsome."

Qingfeng folded his arms.

"Of course, don't you see who the big brother is?"

Looking at the two of them with such arrogant looks, Hua Zhilu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ye Tingmu and Dongfang Yuan in front of him were still praising each other professionally.

Dongfang Qingzhu didn't want to wait any longer and urged:

"Okay, father, stop praising him. You see, we are all hungry. I want to eat the boiled fish made by Aunt Yun."

"Hahaha, okay, okay, I'll ask Aunt Yun to make it for you when I get back. Then Mr. Ye, let's go now......"

When Qingfeng heard the word "eat", his expression was shocked, his mouth curled up, and then he licked it with the tip of his tongue.

As they talked like this, they completely ignored Chao Yu who was standing beside them.

Chao Yu's handsome face became a little darker.

Seeing his master being ignored like this was like a humiliation.

The old servant on the side couldn't stand it anymore and was about to scold him.

But before he could finish his words, he was stopped by the Third Prince.

Then Chao Yu walked forward.

Walk to the side of several people.

Cough lightly.

"I think we should not trouble Uncle Yuan. How about we all just have a chat together at Tianyaju?"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Ye Tingmu, and there was contempt and provocation in his eyes.

Ye Tingmu felt a little uncomfortable being looked at like this by him and raised his eyebrows.

“This is…”

Dongfang Qingzhu whispered in his ear, "Third Prince, what's your name, Chao Yu?"

Ye Tingmu was stunned and exclaimed softly.

"Your fiancé?...Ah...what!"

Dongfang Qingzhu twisted his waist and said angrily, "I told you not to talk nonsense."

“Isn’t it…?”

The two of them were talking in low voices and fighting with each other.

In Chao Yu's eyes, it seemed so intimate that it made people fantasize and his eyes burned with anger.

The veins on the hand holding the folding fan were exposed.

On the contrary, Dongfang Yuan was very pleased to see this scene, with kindness in his eyes.

"Not bad, it's a bit like a talented man and a beautiful woman."

Although the voice was small, it reached Chao Yu's ears.

"Uncle Yuan, what are you talking about?"

Dongfang Yuan came to his senses and realized that this would make the Third Prince look too embarrassed, so he quickly scolded him.

"Zhu'er, don't be rude to Mr. Ye." While speaking, he kept winking at her and glanced at Chao Yu beside him.