Chapter 41 Zhao, you have no martial ethics!
"Ah Jiao, take Xiao Wu and Chu Liu to the side."
He then said to the couple at the tea stall, "Thank you both for speaking up for me. If this causes you any losses, I will compensate you double."
The two servants' smiles vanished, and one of them turned and ran to find help.
As Zhao Yunjing rolled up his sleeves, he walked toward Young Master Chen: "Since Young Master Chen keeps telling me to beat him up, if I don't do it, I'll be ungrateful."
Young Master Chen was quite surprised and took a few steps back: "Hey, I said we're all civilized people, can't we just talk things out instead of resorting to violence?"
“You have to be careful who you talk to. Young Master Chen, you’re only fit to use your fists to reason.”
As Zhao Yunjing spoke, he threw a straight punch, which Chen Gongzi couldn't dodge in time. It hit his nose squarely, and blood immediately spurted out.
Young Master Chen's servant was enraged and rushed over to protect his master, shouting, "Outrageous! How dare they hit the son of our magistrate! Men! Go to the yamen! Get the head constable here with men!"
Pointing at Zhao Yunjing, he threatened, "You're dead, I'm telling you! Not only are you dead, but your brother, your brother-in-law, your wife, and everyone in your family are dead!"
Snap! Snap! Bang!
Young Master Chen slapped the servant twice across the face and kicked him, jumping up and down in anger: "Who told you to speak! Huh? Who told you to speak! I'm a civilized man! Pursuing a beautiful woman should be done openly and honestly! You can't threaten her family! Hey! You country bumpkin! I wasn't prepared just now, that's why you succeeded! Come on! I challenge you to a duel!"
One was a hunter who had been roaming the mountains since childhood and possessed great strength; the other was a pampered young master who had lived a life of luxury since childhood and always needed to ride in a carriage. What was a fight between these two? It was more like Young Master Chen being unilaterally crushed and rubbed by Zhao Yun Jing!
On the sixth day, he jumped for joy: "Big brother! Slap him in the face! Big brother! Watch out for his right foot! He's trying to trick you!"
Xiao Wu remained silent, too excited to utter a sound.
Brother Zhao is amazing! That magistrate's son is such trash! He wants to be as strong as Brother Zhao!
No, he's even stronger than Brother Zhao!
He's going to beat all that trash, Young Master Chen, to a pulp with one punch each! Then he can protect my sister! Then no one will dare bully her anymore!
After being unilaterally beaten for a while, Young Master Chen finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Wait! Wait! You're a villager, you do farm work every day, fighting is your specialty. You're using your specialty to attack my weakness, that's not a fair fight! Let's compete in something else!"
Zhao Yunjing threw another punch, and Young Master Chen yelled, "You country bumpkin! You brute! You ambushed me again!"
Zhou Mujiao burst out laughing: "Young Master Chen, he's not called a country bumpkin or a brute, his name is Zhao Yunjing!"
"You surnamed Zhao, you have no martial ethics!"
Zhou Mujiao laughed heartily. With her leading the way, the couple at the tea stall couldn't help but laugh too. The onlookers didn't dare to be so blatant, after all, Young Master Chen's scoundrels were notorious in Peach Blossom County. If they laughed now, what if he retaliated later?
If you can't laugh openly, you have to hold it in.
Zhou Mujiao laughed for a while, clutching her stomach, and then asked Young Master Chen, "Young Master Chen, fighting is your weakness, so what is your specialty?!"
Despite his groans of pain, Young Master Chen puffed out his chest and declared, "Reciting poems and composing verses! Pursuing knowledge!"
Zhou Mujiao scoffed: "Tch! Who can't recite a few pretentious poems? Even if you write an essay on the spot, it could still be plagiarized. To claim someone else's literary talent as your own learning, what kind of nonsense is that?"
To be honest, Young Master Chen did have that idea: to memorize a few poems and recite an article from memory. He was certain that Zhao Yun Jing didn't even know many characters, and once the pen, ink, and paper were laid out, he would probably chicken out, and then it would be his time to perform.
What woman in the world would love a country bumpkin instead of a scholar? Miss Zhou is so beautiful, she should never have to lift a finger, live a life of luxury, and be served by maids and servants!
This is the kind of life that the man surnamed Zhao could never provide in his entire life. Only he, Chen Liangjin, is the right man for Miss Zhou!
Young Master Chen smiled indulgently at Zhou Mujiao: "Whatever Miss Zhou says, we'll compete. I'll listen to you completely. I'm just afraid that guy surnamed Zhao won't dare to."
“Then let’s compare calligraphy. You can’t tell if someone is learned by reciting poems or essays, but you can definitely tell if someone has put effort into their studies by their handwriting.” Zhou Mujiao asked the two of them, “Do you two have any objections?”
Young Master Chen smiled confidently: "I have no problem!"
Zhao Yunjing remained expressionless and fearless: "I'll listen to you."
The tea stall couple cleared out two flat tables to use as desks. Soon, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were in place. Zhou Mujiao pointed in the direction of the yamen and said, "Let's write 'A clear mirror hangs high'!"
Hearing that some fearless individuals were vying for a girl with the magistrate's son in the street, people stopped strolling around and all rushed over to watch the spectacle.
The small tea stall's seven or eight tables were already full, and the street where it was located was packed with people. Zhou Mujiao quietly said to Sister Hu, "If only there were a dish of pickled vegetables right now..."
Sister-in-law Hu was incredulous. Was this a time to talk about pickled vegetables? The competition had already started! Young Master Chen had already written the first character and was giving your young master a provocative smile!
Zhou Mujiao was not worried.
She had never seen Zhao Yunjing write calligraphy, but she had seen him write on the blackboard. Every night, he would write on the small blackboard in the embroidery room. At first, he couldn't control the pressure well and would always break the chalk, and the characters he wrote were uneven in pressure. After a few nights, his characters became very elegant.
As we all know, writing on the blackboard is difficult, but Zhao Yunjing was able to write such good blackboard writing in such a short time, which shows that he has a strong comprehension ability. People with strong comprehension ability can integrate and apply what they have learned to other areas of study.
While I wouldn't say it's as good as a famous writer, it's more than enough to surpass Mr. Chen's work.
Right now, Young Master Chen is smugly pleased with himself after writing just one character, provoking others. With such a restless mind, the characters he writes next will certainly not stand up.
He gave Zhao Yunjing a look of 'kingly disdain'. Seeing Zhao Yunjing pick up his pen, Young Master Chen smiled and went to write the second character. But as Zhou Mujiao said, after he wrote the first character, his mind was separated from the writing state. Now, when he wanted to go back in, Young Master Chen found it a bit difficult.
He stood there holding the pen, hesitant to put pen to paper.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yunjing, standing beside him, assumed a horse stance, focused intently, and wrote the four characters "明镜高悬" (a clear mirror hangs high) in one breath!
Zhao Yunjing blew on the ink, and when it was almost dry, Xiao Wu and Chu Liu each held one end and unfolded the calligraphy, presenting it to everyone.
His brushstrokes are powerful yet elegant and fluid, truly reflecting his personality and possessing a unique character.
Among the crowd were a group of scholars who couldn't help but clap and exclaim in praise when they saw Zhao Yunjing's calligraphy: "Excellent! This calligraphy is truly beautiful!"
Amidst cheers from all around, Young Master Chen shut his mouth, reluctantly wrote down one more word, then put the pen on the table, his face flushed: "I lost."
Xiao Wu and Chu Liu cheered, jumping and shouting, and finally made faces at Young Master Chen: "You lost! You lost again! Shame on you, nee nee nee..."
Zhao Yunjing walked to Zhou Mujiao's side and looked at Young Master Chen with a stern gaze: "You can't win a fight, and you lose in calligraphy too. Young Master Chen, stay away from us from now on."
Young Master Chen's face turned pale and then red, and after a long while, he flicked his sleeve and said:
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