"Aunt Wen!"
Yang Huaijin bowed politely to Wen's mother.
Mother Wen smiled and invited him into the house: "Master Yang, long time no see, please come in quickly."
Yang Huaijin was about to go inside, but Wen Shijie stepped lightly in front of the door.
"Brother Yang, our home is simple, so if you have anything to say, just talk about it here."
Mother Wen frowned: "Shijie, how can we entertain Lord Yang at the door? Although our home is simple, we can still have a cup of hot tea..."
"mother."
Wen Shijie stuffed the soiled scroll paper in his arms into Wen's mother's hands and said, "Please go into the house first. I want to talk to Brother Yang."
Wen's mother wanted to say something else.
But in the end, he didn't say anything harsh. Instead, he looked at Yang Huaijin and said with a smile, "Master Yang, I'll go boil some water and make tea for you. You must stay for lunch later."
"good."
Yang Huaijin nodded.
Only then did Wen's mother carry Wen Shijie's things into the house.
Wen Shijie also spoke at this time: "Brother Yang, things are different now. From now on... don't come here anymore. After all, our identities are different."
Yang Huaijin frowned slightly, "Brother Wen, do you also believe what Wang Ming said?"
Wen Shijie only then looked up at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable as he asked, "What about Brother Yang? Did you really not do what Wang Ming said?"
"Of course not!" Yang Huaijin blurted out without thinking.
Wen Shijie curled his lips, a hint of self-mockery flashing across his face: "It seems that Brother Yang has never really regarded me as a close friend. If that's the case, why bother coming here to pretend to be so?"
"Brother Wen, what do you mean?"
Wen Shijie took out a piece of paper from under his sleeve and handed it directly to Yang Huaijin.
Yang Huaijin took it and looked at it, his expression suddenly changed slightly.
"Is what's written here true? Back then, you guys at the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion deliberately added peach pits to the food I ate to give me a rash."
Yang Huaijin said, "How is that possible? The food is all the same."
"Same?"
Wen Shijie sneered and said a name: "Shen Haoyi."
Yang Huaijin's expression froze.
Wen Shijie continued, "Don't treat me like a fool. Didn't you make such a big fuss in the first place just to set up a trap for Shen Haoyi?"
"I heard that Shen Haoyi is dead."
Wen Shijie laughed at himself and said, "I'll thank you later. It only gave me a rash, not killed me."
Yang Huaijin frowned and said, "Brother Wen, this matter is not like that..."
"Okay, whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter to me anymore. I just hope that Master Yang will not disturb our lives again in the future."
Yang Huaijin was a little displeased: "Brother Wen, it seems that you don't believe me. If that's the case, then no matter how much I explain, it will be useless."
As he spoke, he took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and said, "Take these. I won't come here again."
Wen Shijie pushed it away and said, "Master Yang, please take it back and stop humiliating me."
"I humiliated you?" Yang Huaijin almost laughed out loud. "Wen Shijie, if I wanted to humiliate you, I wouldn't have helped you fight off Wang Ming and the others just now."
Wen Shijie said calmly, "You are no different from them. One is humiliating openly, and the other is humiliating secretly. It doesn't matter which one it is, to me. So, considering that I helped you in the past, don't come here again."
"you……"
Yang Huaijin was so angry that he threw his sleeves: "You are so stupid and don't know how to appreciate a good person."
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you."
Yang Huaijin seemed to be also angry. He stuffed the banknotes in his hand into Wen Shijie's hand and turned away.
But he had just turned around and taken two steps.
'Crash.'
'Bang'
Yang Huaijin turned around and saw banknotes floating all over the ground and the tightly closed door.
"Wen Shijie, you are really great. I will not care about you anymore from now on."
Yang Huaijin was so angry that he was about to leave, but in the end he turned back, picked up the banknotes, and then left in a huff.
It was not until Yang Huaijin left completely that a figure walked out from the darkness around the corner.
Next second.
He jumped into the Wen family.
Wen Shijie was still struggling to draw water from the well in the yard, and a sinister look could be seen on his face.
"Master Wen!"
The person who came shouted.
Wen Shijie seemed to be frightened and loosened his grip. The bucket he had just lifted with great difficulty suddenly slipped back into the well. The rough rope scratched his palm and made it bleed.
Wen Shijie frowned.
She looked at him with some displeasure: "Didn't I tell you that I wouldn't agree with what you said? What are you doing here?"
Looking at Wen Shijie with shaking hands, a sneer of disdain flashed in Chen Yu's eyes.
He is really a weak scholar.
Even with all this going on, he still managed to maintain his pride. Tsk! How ridiculous! He had obviously seen what happened at the door.
And this Chen Yu is the personal guard of the eighth prince, King Cheng.
That was the one who was 'implicated' by the Shen family and was 'secluded' in the palace by King Yi.
"Mr. Wen, do you still think that you can wait until three years later to pass the imperial examination and then wash away your previous shame?" Chen Yu asked Wen Shijie with a smile.
Wen Shijie didn't say anything.
The meaning is obvious.
Chen Yu was very accustomed to his pride, but this time he added a touch of sarcasm: "Master Wen has that kind of pride, but how can we be sure that you will be admitted to the imperial examination in three years? And..."
"I can guarantee that Master Wen will not be able to achieve his wish in three years."
Wen Shijie looked at him coldly: "I will definitely be able to do it in three years."
"No, I'm not saying that Master Wen's talent and learning are inadequate, but... His Majesty's health is not good. If he were to fail, I'm afraid the next imperial examination wouldn't go ahead as planned. Besides, a new emperor chooses his own ministers."
Chen Yu looked at Wen Shijie with a half-smile: "How do you know that the new emperor would be able to appreciate your talent?"
"What's more, three years after three years, Master Wen, do you really think you can wait that long? Even if Master Wen can wait, I'm afraid your old mother can't wait! In the summer, she can still earn copper coins by washing clothes for others, but what about in the winter?"
Wen Shijie's expression finally changed.
Nothing he said seemed to change his attitude, but once he mentioned his mother, he couldn't help but clench his fists tightly and said in a lower tone, "As long as I can earn money, I will never let my mother wash clothes for others again."
But Chen Yu smiled.
"Master Wen, do you really think your paintings are worth buying for a tael of silver?"
A scroll was thrown directly in front of Wen Shijie.
That was the painting that Wen Shijie had just sold today.
"Originally, I didn't want to embarrass Master Wen, but...what happened just now at the door has left me feeling really aggrieved about Master Wen's fate. With Master Wen's talent, he should have been the top scholar, but he was schemed against and reduced to this state of being bullied by a dog..."
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