Fu Xiaoguan had heard Qin Bingzhong mention the name Yan Xiwen at Linjiang Academy.
At that time, Mr. Qin said, let me remind you that Yan Xiwen, the eldest grandson of Yan Shidao, was the top scorer in the imperial examination last year, and he liked Dong Shulan very much.
When he heard Xiu De mention "Brother Xiwen" just now, he had not yet associated this person with Yan Xiwen. However, after seeing Yan Xiwen's expression and eyes, he realized that this person was Yan Xiwen.
Fu Xiaoguan laughed. When Dong Shulan and Yu Wenjun came to Linjiang, they told him about the Mid-Autumn Lanting Gathering and how he had defeated Yan Xiwen and others with his song "Water Melody". If he really met Yan Xiwen in Shangjing, then Yan Xiwen and others would have to treat him as a disciple.
To put it simply, this means that he, Fu Xiaoguan, is the teacher of people like Yan Xiwen.
So he looked at the group of students and answered proudly: "I am Fu Xiaoguan!"
Yan Xiaolou's eyes suddenly widened, and her little mouth, which was covered by the face scarf, also opened wide. This... how is this possible!
Is he Fu Xiaoguan?
Didn’t he just say that the poems and names left on the thousands of stone tablets were like epitaphs, and he wanted to scrape them off... That is what all the scholars in the world dream of, so why would he want to scrape it off?
This guy, this guy has a really weird brain!
Yan Xiaolou's gaze remained fixed on Fu Xiaoguan's face, and suddenly he felt less disgusted. He was the only one in the world who dared to say such words.
After hearing this, Yan Xiwen suddenly took a step forward, staring at Fu Xiaoguan with sharp eyes, "I'm telling you, Dong Shulan is mine. If you dare to have any ideas about her, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
Fu Xiaoguan frowned immediately. This student actually dared to threaten him!
"Have you read the books of sages?" Fu Xiaoguan also took two steps forward. The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.
"Of course!" Yan Xiwen puffed out his chest proudly, "I was the top scorer in the imperial examination last year!"
"Do you know that a man without integrity cannot stand in the world? Let me ask you, my name is engraved on those thousands of stone tablets, but where is your name?" Fu Xiaoguan took another step closer, and their foreheads were about to touch.
Yan Xiwen's heart tightened, remembering the bet. His momentum weakened a bit, and he took a step back, his tone still firm: "That was a dispute over poetry. Now I'm talking to you about Shu Lan!"
"Do you admit that you follow my lead and behave like a disciple when you see me? If you don't, it doesn't matter. I will spread this matter to the world and even write it into the Dream of the Red Chamber."
"I'm willing to accept the loss. Of course I have to admit the bet, but this still has nothing to do with Shulan's matter!"
"Let me ask you again, was that poem taken out by Shulan?"
"Of course!"
"So, does this matter have anything to do with Shulan? I'm telling you right now, Shulan is my fiancée. If you dare to think about her again, you're being disrespectful to me, violating the bet, and showing disrespect for your elders!"
Yan Xiwen was about to argue, but Fu Xiaoguan didn't give him a chance. He took another step forward, their foreheads meeting, his eyes gleaming with ferocity as he spoke fiercely, "If you're willing to be that heartless, unkind, unwise, unfaithful, and unrighteous person, and willing to bear the name of someone who betrays his master and ancestors, then I can grant your wish right now!"
Yan Xiwen's forehead was covered in cold sweat. How could he possibly bear the blame for this? He felt something was amiss, but Fu Xiaoguan's relentless pressure had left him with a confused mind.
Fu Xiaoguan suddenly took a step back, and the fierceness on his face suddenly disappeared, and he even looked warm, which made Yan Xiwen and others feel nervous again.
He patted Yan Xiwen's shoulder, steady and powerful.
"Just now, there were some misunderstandings because we didn't know each other well. But as usual, familiarity breeds acquaintance. I still have to stay in the capital for a few more days, and I think it's necessary for us to get to know each other again. Let's start with me, okay?"
Fu Xiaoguan patted Yan Xiwen again, and Yan Xiwen nodded in confusion.
Fu Xiaoguan stretched out a hand and said with a smile, "I am Fu Xiaoguan."
Yan Xiwen still felt something was wrong, but he had to honor the bet. With so many witnesses at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, he certainly couldn't cheat, and Dong Shulan had even sworn an oath.
So he swallowed his pent-up anger and extended a hand: "I'm Yan Xiwen."
The two shook hands, leaving Yan Xiaolou, Su Mo and others stunned.
What is going on?
The two can be considered true enemies.
One is a young leader in Shangjing, and the other is a famous talent in Linjiang.
Although Yan Xiwen lost the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, and although he said lightly that he accepted the defeat and that his talent was indeed not as good as Fu Xiaoguan's, he was still a young man and there was definitely some resentment hidden in his heart.
The second reason is that Yan Xiwen has been in love with Dong Shulan for a long time, and many prestigious people in the capital know about it, but this Fu Xiaoguan has only appeared for a month or two.
He just cut Yan Xiwen's beard with one blow, so where would Yan Xiwen put his face?
Where would the Yan family, with three prime ministers in the family, put their reputation?
But at this moment, the two of them actually shook hands. Could it be that Yan Xiwen was so magnanimous?
That's the only way I can think about it.
He is indeed the eldest son of the prime minister's family. No one can match his demeanor!
So everyone's expressions when looking at Yan Xiwen changed from surprise to admiration, except Zhang Wenhan. Zhang Wenhan kept looking at Fu Xiaoguan, but Fu Xiaoguan didn't have eyes for him.
"I've heard of Brother Xiwen's name since I was in Linjiang. I've admired him for so long and finally got to meet him today. This is my luck, Fu Xiaoguan. Better today than tomorrow. My second uncle has booked a table at Sifanglou. There are four of us, so why don't we all go together so we can get to know each other? What do you think?"
Yan Xiwen was silent for a moment. If he refused, it would show that he was guilty. If he agreed, how could he eat the meal?
"We have also reserved a table at the Sifang Building. When the time comes, Xiwen will definitely come and have a drink or two with Brother Fu." - After all, he couldn't call him teacher, and Fu Xiaoguan seemed to have ignored it.
Fu Xiaoguan patted Yan Xiwen's shoulder again and said with a smile, "That's great. Let's combine the two tables into one and have fun together. It's settled. This is my teacher's request. If Brother Xiwen refuses again, it would be hypocritical. Let's go, mountains and rivers are not important, what matters is meeting a close friend. Friendship knows no distance, even thousands of miles apart, we are still neighbors. I, Fu Xiaoguan, am very lucky to have met a few close friends on this trip!"
Fu Xiaoguan didn't give them any time to think after he finished speaking. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
He strode forward. Fang Wenxing and the others looked at each other, then looked at Yan Xiwen. Yan Xiwen took a deep breath and followed him.
Zhang Wenhan didn't go, and he found that no one knew he didn't go. It turned out that he had no sense of existence at all.
Yan Xiaolou followed behind her brother. She looked at the back of the man in front of her and thought about what he said: "The mountains and rivers are not important, what is important is to meet a close friend." This person... really reached the level of being able to do things effortlessly!
In the contest between that man and my brother, my brother lost miserably.
The man was aggressive at first, but then suddenly changed his attitude and acted as if he had known my brother for many years.
This guy is so powerful that he can make clouds and rain with just a flip of his hand!
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