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The coachman suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly turned his head to touch the reins of the horse, and before he could say "drive", he heard a loud beating sound behind him, and someone shouted angrily and slapped the plank of the carriage, as if he wanted to drive Wen Lixin out inside.

The coachman was angry, but he pretended not to listen, and without looking back, he quickly whipped his hooves, and was eager to flee the scene of the crime at once.

"Stop! Stop!" A young voice behind shouted a few times, chasing the carriage and slapping hard, and the voice became louder and louder, "I still want to run after hitting someone, is this how the people of the Wen family are?!"

"Brother Zhuang, ...... slowly," someone followed behind, nervously reminding and shouting.

"Don't pull me! I don't care about the hit?!" the man angrily tore open his pulled sleeve and strode after him.

"What's going on outside?!" Wen Lixin's cold voice came from inside the car, "Stop!"

"No, it's all right,...... coachman replied nervously, hesitantly, but his hand involuntarily grasped the reins, and the speed of the wheels slowed down.

"Hey! As soon as I reported the door, it stopped! Master Wen's carriage was driving fast and stopping fast!"

The young man surnamed Zhuang in the back sneered, but his feet kept catching up. The eyes of the people who were watching the excitement around lit up, and they saw clearly that this was the rhythm of making trouble, and hurriedly chased a few steps to follow him, coaxing and applauding, as if they were watching a big play, but the laughter also suppressed the cry of the crowd.

"Eh, Brother Zhuang!" the voice chasing the young man was a little cowardly, and when he saw this, he hurriedly followed suit.

Wen Lixin lifted the curtain, full of unkindness, he must have heard the other party's ridicule.

He turned his eyes to look at the coachman, and then glanced at the crowd gathered behind the car, and roughly guessed what was going on behind him, and said coldly: "Is this called okay?"

The coachman was afraid that he would get angry and withdraw from his post, so he defended tremblingly: "The slave doesn't know what's going on, this may have nothing to do with our car, isn't the young master rushing back to the house, let's not ......"

"You still want to run after hitting someone?!"

Before the words fell, the young man in the lead suddenly stopped, paced up slowly, frowned, and said with a righteous and awe-inspiring face.

Wen Lixin turned his head sideways with a cold face, and found that the person who came was a young man of the same age as himself, with a plain shirt and a crown, and the fabric was excellent. Looking at the students who were dressed up and should go to Beijing to take the exam, their facial features were slightly handsome, but their big eyes were bright, and their eyebrows were thick and black and upright.

The coachman who was secretly flustered saw that Wen Lixin's face was not good-looking, so he hurriedly put on a majestic look, and scolded with a long whip: "Where did the country barbarians come from, don't open your dog's eyes to see, Lord Wen's mansion has always been sitting upright, since you can recognize it as a noble family's carriage, how can you let a white-skinned villain like you cheat?!"

Although he is a coachman, he will know how to do it after following the court officials for a long time. He first pointed out that the other party came from the wrong way, and then put on the identity of a civil servant to gain the favor of the people, and finally pointed out that the other party was just a shameless villain who wanted to take the opportunity to extort a sum of money.

"I am a scholar in Beijing, and you ...... Mere servant, are you qualified to talk to me?" the young man surnamed Zhuang was not a vegetarian either, but only glanced at him with a slight contempt, and did not answer directly.

As the saying goes, the prime minister's door is a nine-rank official, even a coachman is a glorious profession that can walk with the court officials, although it is a servant, how can an outsider dare to speak like this?

The coachman was stunned for a moment, then became furious, and was about to get angry but was stopped by Wen Lixin's cold eyes.

"The spring test scholar is the great talent of the country, take care of your mouth. ”

Wen Lixin glanced at the coachman lightly and said in a low voice. He then got up and walked out of the carriage, got out of the car, Shi Shiran stroked his front placket, and then looked up at the young man, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"I don't know what happened to Brother Tai - you need to make noise on the street?" Wen Lixin said calmly.

"It turned out that Wen Gongzi was in the car and was disrespectful. The corners of the young man's mouth hooked, obviously recognizing Wen Lixin. He said that he was disrespectful, but in fact he didn't have any apologies, just hugged his fists and meant it.

"No need to be polite. Wen Li raised his chin to return the salute, glanced at the bustling crowd behind him, his eyes crossed with doubts, and he just asked calmly: "I don't know which house Gongzi is from?"

"You look polite, but as for your origins, it's not exempt. The young man smiled lightly, Shi Shiran raised his hand and saluted back, politely and politely, and then said righteously, "Can the carriage on the mansion of Gongzi Wen just scratch the old man's house?"

"Scratch?" Wen Lixin glanced at the coachman, but his face was calm, "What evidence?"

When the coachman saw that this was not good, he was shocked, and then he stood up and said angrily: "I tell you that my young master doesn't eat this set, you are blackmailing! I have been driving for more than ten years, how can I not know if I have not hit someone? Not to mention that my young master is sitting in the car, how can he not notice it?"

"You-"

The young man sneered and was about to speak, but was stopped by his friend who was chasing after him. The person who came was the same age as Wen Lixin, his face was simple, he was probably from a poor background, and there was always a slightly timid light in his eyes, at this time, he grabbed the righteous young man with some nervousness and worry, and said urgently: "Brother Zhuang! The matter has not been clarified yet, how can you ......?"

"I don't know, his car drove by, knocked down the grandfather and grandson, I shouted and raised my whip to run, this is clearly ......" The young man winced a little annoyed by his friend's wince.

"This doesn't mean anything!" the simple young man said helplessly, put aside his hands, pointed to the grandfather and grandson who were mourning and crying behind the crowd, and hurriedly said, "I don't care, what you each said is justified and useless, I have to ask what happened to the old man to judge right and wrong." ”

Zhuang? Could it be that the dealer of Qi Country?

Wen Lixin looked at the honest gentleman who tried his best to stop him, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered this person.

Isn't this the inconspicuous solution to the three releases at the original Yufeng Poetry Conference? I haven't seen him for several months, how can I mix with the people of the dealer?

"I said Brother Jie, do you think that someone in my village has wronged someone?" The man sneered, took the lead in letting go of half of his body and waved his hand and said please, looking at it like that, he really wanted to have a right and wrong with Wen Lixin.

Wen Lixin didn't have stage fright, but his slightly raised eyes looked at the bustling crowd in the distance dissatisfiedly, and he also took the first step to walk towards the street behind. He had just taken two steps forward when suddenly something crackled and fell in front of him.

He raised his sleeves and swept his head a little annoyed, and when he looked closely, it was actually a black melon seed shell.

Zhuang Mou, who followed behind, blinked in surprise, looked up, and saw the blue sky and tall buildings, and the Yufeng Restaurant next to it was still lively and lively, and a few good guests were still leaning on the railing and drinking wine with bright eyes, but no one was snorting melon seeds.

This is strange.