"Your Highness, the problem does not lie with Young Master Song."
Bai Qingyuan felt uncomfortable watching Song Baiyun showing off, so he stepped forward.
"Oh? Where is it?"
So Bai Qingyuan recounted Jing Zhe's story, and Su Mowu's face darkened after listening.
"Ah Kun...where did he come from?"
"Your Highness, I've checked, and he's from Yongzhou. He seems to be an orphan with no family."
If we were to say who in this hall dislikes Jing Zhe the most, it would undoubtedly be Su Xinping, the heir apparent of the Prince of Jin.
Since Qingqiu intercepted him the night before last, he went back and did a thorough investigation. He found that there was no one named Akun in the Qingyun Sect. When he checked further in Yongzhou, he found that apart from writing a poem and opening a shop, there were no other records of him.
He was actually intimidated by someone with no background?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he decided to use Su Mowu to take action against him again—did he think Qingqiu could stay with him forever?
"How dare such a person ruin my plans? I will send men to deal with him right now!"
"..."
The crowd was speechless. Su Mowu always thought of solving everything with force, which was too violent.
"Your Highness, you mustn't! I heard that His Majesty summoned him today, probably to discuss his participation in the poetry gathering. If something happens to him at this time, we will be implicated!"
"Yes, Your Highness, please reconsider!"
As everyone was trying to persuade him, Song Jimao stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, I have a way to prevent him from winning without killing him!"
"Oh? Tell me quickly!"
So Song Jimao told Su Mowu about how Jing Zhe had to drink strong liquor to write poetry, and Su Mowu was somewhat taken aback after hearing it.
Is this true?
Not to mention him, even Bai Qingyuan and the others had never heard of such a bizarre writing style. However, since it was his son who said it, Song Baiyun naturally had to flatter him: "Your Highness, talented people always act in an unpredictable and eccentric manner, which is hard to fathom. It is understandable that they have some special quirks."
Su Mowu nodded, then said, "So that means as long as we don't let him bring strong liquor into Wuxian Garden, he won't be able to come up with any good words?"
"Exactly!"
Song Jimao nodded.
"But...where did he get his strong liquor? As far as I know, in the entire An Kingdom, only our royal family has strong liquor that is offered as tribute by barbarians!"
"Your Highness, he lives in the Zhang family's residence!"
Su Xinping didn't forget to give a reminder.
"The Zhang family? The Zhang family whose distillery you acquired?"
Seeing Su Xinping nod, Su Mowu narrowed his eyes: "It seems that this strong liquor was made by the Zhang family. As long as we shut them down and intercept all the liquor, wouldn't that solve the problem?"
Then he glanced at Wu Xianyong and said, "Minister Wu, your son is the Prefect of Jingzhou. Seizing the Zhang family's property shouldn't be difficult for you, right? I'll leave this matter to you!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Wu Xianyong agreed and left the Prince of Xiang's residence with the others.
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August 14th, one day before the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering.
Jing Zhe plans to keep a low profile for the next two days, staying indoors until tomorrow night when he will make a dazzling appearance and resound throughout Jingzhou.
Then he can reunite with his second sister.
But the initial sense of anticipation was gone.
Early in the morning, a large crowd had already gathered outside the Zhang family's house.
The chaos made it impossible for him to calm down.
"Where's Manager Zhang? Come out here right now!"
"They clearly said they had strong liquor, so why is the door still closed?"
"I'll also try a sip of this strong liquor and see if I can compose a good poem, haha!"
Most of these were scholars who had witnessed Jing Zhe's "miracle" the night before. Hearing that the Zhang family had strong liquor, they flocked there early this morning.
At this moment, Zhang Xuexian hid inside the door, trembling with fear.
He told Jing Zhe yesterday that if he didn't plan to sell, he shouldn't tell anyone he had strong liquor, or he'd be asking for trouble.
Sure enough, I was cornered at home early in the morning.
Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves rang out outside, and then the noise stopped.
"What are you all doing standing here? This is an official case, leave immediately!"
Then came the sound of the door being kicked.
"Open the door for me right now!"
Jing Zhe's eyes were opened.
Under the emperor's nose, who is so arrogant?
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
The people outside were kicking the door rhythmically. Zhang Xuexian tried to open the door, but Jing Zhe pulled him aside.
Then he walked to one side of the door, quickly found the rhythm, and just as one "snap" ended and the next "snap" hadn't started, he suddenly yanked the door open—
"Holy crap!"
The next moment, a young man dressed in a brocade robe and wearing a felt hat stretched one leg in and performed a split for everyone.
However, his location was somewhat awkward, as the threshold in the middle of the Zhang family's gate was very high.
Ouch!
The man in the felt hat clutched his groin and rolled on the ground in pain.
"Young master, are you alright?"
Jing Zhe placed his hand on the man in the felt hat and pressed down hard on his shoulder, asking with great "concern".
"Holy crap!"
The man in the felt hat grimaced in pain, feeling as if his skin was about to split open.
Why are you touching me?
"Young master, I was just trying to help you up!"
As he spoke, Jing Zhe grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up.
The man in the felt hat howled in pain again, and said fiercely, "Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think I know you? Do I need you to help me up?"
"All right."
Jing Zhe said something indifferently, then released his hands. The man in the felt hat, whose crotch had just been lifted a few centimeters off the threshold, fell back down.
"Hmm~"
This time, the man in the felt hat was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
"Look at you, you won't even let me help you up."
Jing Zhe shook his head and shrugged, indicating his helplessness.
Behind the man in the felt hat, outside the Zhang family's gate, a group of constables stood silently watching this scene. After a long while, someone finally reacted and shouted.
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and help the young master up!"
The constables, upon receiving the order, ran back and forth to help the man in the felt hat up. Perhaps because his legs had just performed a split, the man's legs were spread apart in a "V" shape and could not be closed.
A crowd of onlookers had gathered outside, and they hadn't even bothered to buy the liquor. They instantly transformed into spectators, standing on the street, pointing and whispering inside, with occasional snickers coming from above.
After a while, the man in the felt hat regained his composure, staring at Zhang Xuexian and Jing Zhe with eyes full of anger.
The man in the felt hat must be quite famous in Jingzhou City; at least Zhang Xuexian knew him. He quickly stepped forward, smiling obsequiously, and asked, "Young Master Wu, are you alright?"
"roll!"
The man in the felt hat ignored him, roared, glared fiercely at Jing Zhe, and said, word by word, "Did you do this on purpose?"
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