The purple-clothed boy questioned Song Zheng, and Song Zheng asked the onlookers to talk about it. Naturally, everyone responded, counting down the two subordinates. The scholar who stood up first arched his hand to the purple-clothed boy and told him what had just happened. Naturally, Song Zheng endured in every possible way, and he didn't make a move until the end, and these two subordinates hurt themselves. This scholar is eloquent, and he said that Song Zheng was more wronged than Dou E, and that the two subordinates were worse than bullies. Openly and secretly, the scholar also accused the purple-clothed boy of not educating his subordinates well.

At this time, Xin Yu walked up to the two subordinates and pulled the two people up. The one who had his teeth knocked out had his upper lip swollen and his nose collapsed, which showed the power of this punch. Xin Yu stretched out his right index finger and straightened the cartilage of his nose, which had been displaced, and it was a simple plastic surgery. As for the other dislocated arm, he was also pulled by Xin Yu and then pushed it back.

Song Zheng watched quietly. Xin Yu was clean and neat these times, and he didn't drag the mud and water at all. Seeing that he is not two years older than himself, but he can have this skill, it seems that he is the master who often fights.

On the purple-clothed boy's side, the scholars were mainly complaining, and the rest of the people were condemning together, making the purple-clothed boy's face blue and white for a while. It is understandable that these two subordinates are arrogant, but why did they scold Old Master Kong? This is something that has caused the anger of the people. Especially this time the opening of the transcendent platform, it was originally a grand event in the literary world, and they were all scholars, these two dog minions actually insulted the ancestors of the literary world, they were simply impatient, and they were not caught by anyone to see the official, it was cheap. Together with the son in purple, he has also become a vulgar person who disrespects the sages.

Even so, how could the boy in purple have been accused by so many people, he snorted coldly, "Shut up!" My minions, it's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks. Hum! ”

The words of the boy in purple immediately aroused the anger of the crowd. I don't know which guy had the courage to throw a paper fan over. Someone took the lead, and other people were no longer polite, books, steamed buns, and paper umbrellas all greeted the boy in purple and others. Xin Yu and the two subordinates hurriedly rushed forward, protecting the purple-clothed boy and the others and rushing out of the crowd. This is also thanks to the fact that the vast majority of the crowd are literati and do not have "heavy weapons" in their hands, otherwise, the prince in purple and others would have to be seriously injured. Even so, the boy in purple and the others were still embarrassed by paper fans, umbrellas and the like.

As the saying goes, "there are many chickens that don't lay eggs, and there are many people who are blind and indiscriminate," with this opportunity to beat the water dogs, everyone is willing to get involved. There is no shortage of creativity in the scholar group, and throwing shoes and smelly socks is commonplace. An old man was so angry that he threw out a silver ingot, two or two weights, and hit the man whose nose was knocked down, and the man's nose collapsed again. Another one actually threw out a red waist rope, and it seems that this year is his natal year. The most excessive thing is that an old man actually threw out his underwear, and he didn't know how to take it off in front of everyone.

Everyone "hunted down" the purple-clothed boy and others out of more than 20 zhang before they gave up, with a look of unfinished business on their faces. Song Zheng saw that the boy in purple and the others were escaping extremely fast, and they had been running for more than a hundred zhang before they stopped, panting and looking over here.

The power of the masses is truly extraordinary. No matter how noble your identity is as a purple-clothed son, no matter how good Xin Yu's kung fu is, isn't it for a group of weak scholars to clean it up? Song Zheng stood in place, really a little proud. Only the three students of the Martial Arts Academy understood why Xiao Song Jiaoxi kept showing weakness and dodging, and kept chanting 'Zi Yue' in his mouth, just to lure the two subordinates to say the wrong thing. Originally, these two subordinates were looking for trouble, which caused people's dissatisfaction, and they were so lured by Song Zheng that they actually said something rebellious and insulting to Old Master Kong, which completely angered the crowd. Without Xiao Song Jiaoxi and the students of the Martial Arts Academy, this group of scholars cleaned up the group of people in purple clothes.

In fact, these three martial arts students didn't know that Song Zheng had already heard the conversation between the two subordinates, and knew that the purple-clothed boy was from an extraordinary background, and he was afraid of causing some unnecessary trouble, so he didn't immediately beat those two guys. Instead, he made a show to save the country.

The three martial artists glanced at each other, and stepped forward to salute together, one of them said: "Xiao Song Jiaoxi, that person also threw a silver ingot of ten taels here, what should I do?" ”

Song Zheng smiled and pointed to the tablet inscribed by Hu Tongxue on the side, "Lord Zhizhou has written it, do you still use me to teach you?" ”

The scholar who collected the money was also clever, and immediately found a blank piece of paper, on which was written "Donation List for Saving Orphans and Helping Children", and the first line was "Anonymous in purple, donate ten taels of silver." ”

With this donation list, some literati from good families have donated generously, and many people have taken out several taels of silver to buy a visit ticket. The income from donations was much higher than that from selling coupons, which even Song Zheng did not expect.

Song Zheng and Ming'er didn't pay any attention to the purple boy and the others, but went straight into the martial arts academy. To be honest, Song Zheng comes to the martial arts academy every day, but if you want to talk about visiting, you really haven't visited. There was spare today, so he watched very carefully.

It took half an hour, and Song Zheng finally carefully admired the Chaoran Platform and the Su Gong Ancestral Hall. In fact, there is nothing to see, but it is engraved with some famous articles written by Su Shi during his time in Mizhou, plus poems inscribed by cultural celebrities in Mizhou and even Shandong Road. Song Zheng's son, Song Jue, left a poem here that suits the occasion.

As for Song Xiaolang himself, although his reputation is big, he is just a teenager, and this reputation is not a literary name. Walking in the martial arts academy at this time, there are really few people who know that this young man with the corners of his mouth upturned is Song Xiaolang. In front of the Su Gong Ancestral Hall, there is a bookcase, which is specially inscribed by visitors who come to watch. Song Zheng was not in the mood either, and after carefully looking at the furnishings, he left quietly.

To Song Zheng's surprise, when he walked out of the martial arts academy and came to the gate of the academy, he saw Xin Yu. Song Zheng still admired this person, so he nodded at him, and then walked into the Academy of Literature to go home. Xin Yu arched his hand at Song Zheng: "Excuse me, is the son Song Xiaolang?" ”

Song Zheng had no choice but to stop, and also replied: "It's Song Zheng down there, I don't know who the son is?" ”

"Under the surname Xin Mingyu, from Licheng. I have long heard that Song Xiaolang is incomparably talented, and Mr. Song is also famous all over the world, so he came to visit him in the next place. Although Xin Yu is dressed as a martial artist, his speech is crepe, which gives people a good impression.

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Xin, a little bit of a nickname, but it made Brother Xin laugh." Song Zheng continued: "Since this is the case, then please ask Brother Xin to follow you back to the house, and you and I will go home for a while?" ”