After Fu Jingnian and the three of them feasted on a large piece, it was noon, and the entire Laifu Inn was already lively, with noisy noise and high-pitched talk one after another, which made people stop talking.

A young poor scholar dressed shabby and wearing a soap towel led the thin horse, stopped at the door of the Laifu Inn, and was about to tie the thin horse to the side of the pillar, when he suddenly heard a domineering cry from the inn: "Little Huazi, your little thin horse also dares to tie it to the 'red rabbit horse' of this son?" Don't blame Young Master Ben for not mentioning you, if your skinny horse is kicked to death by a hoof of my BMW, you will have to walk into Beijing!"

Before the words fell, there was a lot of laughter in the inn.

A tall horse next to him turned his head to look at it, silently disdainful, and continued to lower his head to graze.

The poor scholar was slightly angry, touched the neck of the thin horse, and saw a little gray donkey tied to a wooden pillar next to him, so he led the horse over, and silently tied it with the little gray donkey.

The little gray donkey was really hateful, and when he saw the poor scholar leading the horse and tying it to himself, he pulled his neck and shouted loudly, pouting his hips and kicking his legs, and kicking his hind hooves, and kicking the poor scholar to the dog and gnawing the mud.

When the people in the inn saw this, they laughed wildly.

The poor scholar got up from the ground, a little angry in his heart, this person bullied me, I didn't think that this donkey dared to bully himself, I wanted to roll up my sleeves to teach this little gray donkey a lesson, but look at its hooves that kept jumping on the ground, I was afraid that I would eat another kick, and it would only add to the joke, so I had to cancel the plan.

Walking into the inn, the poor scholar saw that there was still a vacant seat on the table on the left, so he walked over.

As soon as he arrived at the table, a young man in brocade clothes stood up from his seat with a smile, stretched out his hand to stop him, raised his eyebrows and sneered: "The little one is called Huazi, things gather by like, and people are divided by groups." Before, your skinny horse couldn't argue with the direction and dared to stand with the treasure horse of this son, and that's it, after all, he was a brute. I didn't expect you to be the same, maybe you can't be a beast?"

The poor scholar was about to get angry, but his mother's dark and rough face that had been doing farm work all the year round and was exposed by the sun came to his eyes again, thinking of his mother's Zizi advice when he left home, the poor scholar had to suppress the anger in his heart and secretly warned himself not to make trouble.

So he smiled reluctantly at the boy and walked to the other seats.

As soon as he wanted to sit down, he saw a person at the table stand up, stopped him, and said with a smile: "This brother, it's really not that I don't want you to sit down, but if you sit here, won't I make that son look down on me?"

The crowd burst into laughter and said yes.

The poor scholar held back his anger and had to turn around and look for another seat. Unexpectedly, the people in the room seemed to be colluding, and they all wanted to make fun of him to relieve his boredom, and as soon as he approached, they immediately got up one after another, laughing and laughing, and drove him away.

When the young man saw that everyone in the hall supported him and made fun of this poor scholar together, he was very proud, and he couldn't help laughing, and he fell down.

This poor scholar is simple and straightforward, he has always been kind to others, and the village in his hometown is also simple and gentle, where has he been subjected to such senseless insults and bullying, hearing the malicious and sharp ridicule in the hall, his heart is both angry and dazed, and he is aggrieved and bitter, and he can't think of why they treat him like this.

Without saying a word, he turned around in silence and was about to walk towards the door.

"Brother Tai, please stay, if you don't dislike it, I still have a few seats here, I would like to invite Brother Tai to come up and talk about it. ”

When the poor scholar heard this, he paused and looked for prestige, only to see that on the second floor of the inn, at the door of a side room, a young man with white hair and white robe looked at him gently, this person's face was extraordinarily handsome, and there was no beautiful jade hanging on his waist, but a willow branch was hung, and although the clothes on his body were made of coarse cloth, but because of his own bearing, it was not to be underestimated.

The poor scholar smiled gratefully at the moment, and arched his hand: "Thank you for your kindness, it's just that, I'd better go outside." With that, he turned and left

"It doesn't matter. The white-haired man smiled again: "Even if you come, I'm afraid that I won't be able to give you something to eat." ”

The poor scholar lowered his head and thought for a while, and then replied with a smile: "Since this is the case, then I might as well obey my fate with respect." Then, he turned around and walked to Fu Jingnian's wing room on the second floor.

The previous son in brocade clothes and crowns frowned, and when he saw Fu Jingnian upstairs, his brows stretched instantly, and his eyes lit up.

Today's Great Qin Empire is obsessed with silver music, and a wind of broken sleeves is extremely prevalent, and countless dignitaries and nobles regard a few handsome petty officials as their favorites.

Most of the rich sons are good at Longyang, they like to make friends with beautiful young men, and they are fair and fair.

The people are not ashamed, but they are quoted as romantic affairs and talk about them with relish.

This young man only regarded Fu Jingnian as a poor scholar to do that inconsequential thing.

So he stood up and laughed at Fu Jingnian: "Brother Tai is so elegant, why don't you add me as well?"

Fu Jingnian touched his chin and said with a smile: "Oh?"

"I see that your clothes are all made of coarse cloth, and your family background is not too good, how about I buy you for a hundred taels?" The young man spoke more and more, his eyes were burning, and he said: "Brother Tai, I really like you." ”

Fu Jingnian's expression was strange, as if he had been struck by lightning, his complexion changed uncertainly, and it took a long time to slowly come back to his senses, and he said with a dark face: "Childe, let me vomit." ”

After speaking, Fu Jingnian took the poor scholar into the wing, and the rest of the people in the hall sighed one after another, saying that the little flower had taken away the shit luck.

"Da Niu, don't apologize yet. Walking in the door, Fu Jingnian said to Tie Da Niu who was sitting on the bed.

Tie Da Niu scratched his head, looked embarrassed, and said to the poor book social worker: "That son, the stupid donkey of my family is ignorant, and he kicked you, don't care about it, otherwise, I will let you kick it too, which is considered to be reparation." ”

After saying that, Tie Da Niu covered his head, cocked his buttocks, and motioned for the poor scholar to kick him.

The poor scholar suddenly realized, waved his hand with tears and laughter, and signaled that he was fine, although he was a scholar, his surname was generous and chivalrous, and he was good at making friends, not a narrow-minded person, how could he account for such trivial matters?

Fu Jingnian called this person up, the original intention was just to see this person pleasing to the eye, and he didn't want to see this person being bullied for no reason, but in the later push the cup and turn the lamp, talking and laughing, Fu Jingnian actually found that although this person was a poor scholar, he was full of wealth and wealth, and his exit was to call himself an article, and he did not have those sour pedantic feelings.

Fu Jingnian's mind moved quietly at this moment.

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