Chapter 56 Who is the most insidious?

Although Wen Yuanqiao was a little tipsy, his mind was very clear.

Madam didn't allow him to drink too much, especially this month, he had just recovered from a minor cold, and Li had repeatedly forbidden him to come home drunk. Today he broke the rules, and Madam would definitely be angry.

In fact, he was not upset by Li's mild remarks. But anger is harmful to health, and in the long run, it would be bad for his wife's health.

Just when I was racking my brains over how to solve the problem, Wen Yuanqiao happened to find two saviors.

Both Pei Jian and Gu Ci were promising young men. At this moment, he brought these two people into the mansion and took them back to the front yard to talk to them sober them up. This way, his wife would not know that he was drunk.

A family dispute was resolved out of nowhere, it was simply perfect.

But the only discordant factor is refusal.

Seeing that Wen Yuanqiao was about to take them to the Wen Mansion, Gu Ci quickly declined, "Uncle, I just came out of the mansion and will not go back in. It's getting late today, Shi Zhang and I will visit you another day."

It’s fine for him. He has been destined to be the son-in-law of this family for a long time. What does Pei Jian rely on?

They were not old friends, and it was already late, so what qualifications did Pei Jian have to enter the Wen Mansion?

In Pei Jian's own words, "Does he deserve it?"

Gu Ci said this, thinking that he had broken free from Wen Yuanqiao's constraints.

How could Wen Yuanqiao, a drunken scholar, compare with the strength of Gu Ci, a young military general?

I was so anxious that I just stood there staring.

How could this boy be so ignorant?

She couldn't help but hold Pei Jian's sleeve tighter and refused to let go.

Pei Jian had more than ten years of experience in his previous life, so he understood his father-in-law's purpose after just a moment's thought.

He let Wen Yuanqiao hold his wrist with a clear conscience, and regardless of Gu Ci's glare that was about to make him cramp, he pretended to say, "Yes, Lord Wen, it's getting late, and you've been drinking, so you should go back home and rest early. I'll come to visit you another day."

For Wen Yuanqiao, resting means being exposed.

Of course he refused, "You and Jinghe are classmates, and you live in the same courtyard of the Imperial College. There is no need to be so unorthodox. Just call me uncle like Qingye did."

Pei Jian glanced at Gu Ci imperceptibly, then withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and changed the subject, "Uncle Wen."

"I've always heard Jinghe mention your excellent calligraphy and painting, and I've wanted to ask for your advice for a long time, but I was afraid of being rude." Pei Jian spoke as if he was chatting with an elder, his tone full of gentleness and respect, "If you don't mind, I'll come to visit you another day."

Gu Ci Chenggong was disgusted by Pei Jian's expression.

Wen Yuanqiao, however, found it very useful.

He was a mediocre official, but he was quite accomplished in calligraphy and painting.

Pei Yan said that if he talked about other things, Wen Yuanqiao might not be sincere, but if he talked about calligraphy and painting, it really touched Wen Yuanqiao's heart. He became more and more happy, took Pei Yan's hand and said with a smile:

"Why do we have to do it another day? Uncle, I have just made a painting. Please come and admire it with me."

Pei Jian pretended to hesitate, as if he was in a difficult situation, "Will it disturb your family?"

"What's the bother?"

Wen Yuanqiao waved his hand and made the final decision, "In the future, you can come to Uncle Wen's house anytime. Uncle will be very happy."

After saying that, he dragged Pei Jian towards the corner gate. After walking two steps, he vaguely remembered Gu Ci and turned around to ask, "Qingye, do you want to go with us?"

Remarks: ...

He knew Pei Jian was insidious, but he didn't expect him to be so insidious.

Gu Ci took a few deep breaths, tried to control his irritable heart, and forced a smile, "...Okay, it just so happens that I also want to appreciate my uncle's masterpiece."

Wen Yuanqiao stroked his beard towards the moon and laughed heartily with great joy.

And where he couldn't see, Pei Jian's eyes collided with Gu Ci's, and the air seemed to be filled with the burning smell of war.

…

Wen Qingheng could never have imagined that after leaving, Gu Ci would come back with his father, and following behind him was... Pei Jian.

Since the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, he has never been with Pei Jian again.

Wen Qingheng has complicated feelings towards Pei Jian.

He undoubtedly admired Pei Jian's talent.

It can be said that for any scholar who has studied hard for more than ten years, Pei Jian's achievement of passing the imperial examination and becoming the top three scholars in the imperial examination is an unattainable dream for them.

No matter he or Qin Lang, they both admired Pei Jian's talent in their hearts and naturally felt a sense of closeness.

Even if it was Pei Jian instead of Gu Ci who met Nian'er at the beginning, he might be more receptive.

But there are no ifs in this world.

Nian'er and Gu Ci were in love with each other, and if Pei Jian intervened at this time, it would seem that he had no bottom line.

Qin Lang has a different view on this. "Those who achieve great things do not pay attention to small details. Shizhang is a symbol of a strong will and not being disturbed by external things."

Wen Qingheng asked back, "What if he is determined about your sweetheart?"

Qin Lang stammered twice, unable to refute, and then became angry and said, "Can't you hope for me to be good?"

It can be seen that even in the heart of Qin Lang, an uninvolved bystander, Pei Jian's feelings for Nian Xi lacked shame.

The last time they fought, Wen Qingheng had done a lot of dirty work to Pei Jian, so he felt a little uncomfortable when they saw each other again this time.

The one who refused looked even more gloomy.

There were only Wen Yuanqiao and Pei Jian in the study, and they had the leisure to discuss books and paintings.

To be precise, it was only Wen Yuanqiao who enthusiastically showed Pei Jian his newly acquired famous paintings and gave him comments and suggestions. Pei Jian just listened with a smile on his face. At the critical moment, he would respond or ask a question, and Wen Yuanqiao would then continue talking without stopping.

Gu Ci and Wen Qingheng looked at each other, especially Gu Ci, who could not even get a word in. He could only stand by and listen to Pei Jian's subtle flattery.

Until Nianxi heard about this, she sent Xingyue to the front yard to tell him, "Master, the young lady said that Mr. Gu will be on duty tomorrow and needs to go back early. Please don't keep him too late."

Only when you are polite can your face look better.

Father Wen was still not satisfied, but it was really getting late, so he could only smile at Gu Ci and said:

"Girls are really outgoing, Qingye. My daughter is not half as good to me as you are to her father."

Gu Ci quickly stood up, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared.

Yes, why should he bother with Pei Jian? Nian'er doesn't care about Pei Jian at all. What's the point of his uncle admiring him?

In the future, they will be a family.

Pei Jian is the outsider.

He calculated too much and lost his composure, which displeased Uncle Wen.

"I have only a rough understanding of calligraphy and painting, but I was very interested in listening to your discussion with Shi Zhang tonight." Gu Ci smiled pleasantly, "If you don't mind, I would like to ask you to teach me some other day."

Wen Yuanqiao had no problem responding to such a request, "Nian'er's calligraphy was taught by me personally when she was young."

Gu Ci praised her repeatedly, "No wonder, Nian'er's handwriting is so elegant, not like that of ordinary ladies. It turns out that it is all thanks to you, uncle."

Wen Yuanqiao laughed out loud, and Qian Xun said, "That kid is also very hardworking."

Pei Jian, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up at this moment, "Uncle Wen, I just heard you mention Mr. Zhonglang. I happen to have an original painting of Mr. Zhonglang here. I will send someone to deliver it to you tomorrow morning."

Wen Yuanqiao was overjoyed, even flattered. The Buddhist scrolls handed down by Zhou Fang have always been his favorite. But he was disappointed that he could not find the original.

"How can I win people's love? Just lend it to me for a few days to copy and appreciate."

Pei Jian glanced at Gu Ci and said to Father Wen without trying to refuse, "Please enjoy it slowly. This painting is just an ordinary one to me. It will show its value only when it is in your hands."

"Okay, okay!" Wen Yuanqiao was extremely happy. "You should come to my house more often in the future. Your uncle has collected many handed-down paintings. I will tell you about them slowly in the future."

Pei Jian immediately showed a grateful expression, "I am alone when I leave the government office on weekdays. I am sorry to bother you so much, uncle."

Wen Yuanqiao patted Pei Jian's shoulder vigorously, his admiration evident in his words.

"Father, it's getting late." Wen Qingheng had to remind him.

He finally understood Qin Lang's pain.

If Pei Jian continued to provoke him, Gu Ci would lose his temper and punch him. If these two started fighting, the whole study would be in trouble.

Wen Qingheng still remembers vividly the horrific scene in the compartment that day.

Wen Yuanqiao was very satisfied and waved to Wen Qingheng, "Go and see Qingye and Shizhang off."

Wen Qingheng: ...

As a father, he only cares about his own happiness and doesn't care about his son's life or death at all.