A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 162 We have someone in the prison! (Update )
In response to Song Xuan's question, Sun Fu shook his head.

He was very angry at the ruffian's behavior just now.

Not only did his repeated pleas for mercy not stop him, but he became even more violent.

Even if Song Xuan was right, he was getting older, and his failure in the imperial examination had already smoothed out the edges of his heart.

At this time, he was still threatened by Zhen Guannan's words.

He would stay in Yingtian Prefecture for a while, and after settling his elderly mother, he would visit Fan Zhongyan, the president of Yingtian Prefecture Academy.

What should he do if Zhen Guannan takes advantage of his unpreparedness and bullies his mother?
The most important thing in front of him was how to get some money so that his old mother could have something to eat and not starve to death.

Sun Fu had long been beaten by reality, and thought it was better to have less trouble than more, so he endured it for as long as he could.

Song Xuan was very confused. Is this old man scared?

Still don’t dare!

He didn't even resist when someone stood up for him!

Doesn't that mean you deserve to be bullied?
Zhang Fangping couldn't stand Sun Fu's behavior and quickly advised:
"Old sir, how much truth can be found in his rogue words?"

"Your accent doesn't sound like a local."

Song Xuan retracted his foot and looked at the old man:

"My dear fellow, if you are afraid of reprisals, you can stay in my shop for a few days and protect your mother. As for him, he will be well taken care of in prison."

"Thank you, young master, for your generosity."

Sun Fu got up from the ground with a grin on his face and saluted Song Xuan:

"I'll only be here for half a month. If the young master is willing to take me and my son in, that would be great. I don't want to bother with this scoundrel either."

Wang Gui did not expect that the young man in front of him named Song Xuan was so righteous.

Especially since he understood the meaning of the words, but the old man still didn't dare to do anything. It was really frustrating!

If it weren't for the friend who gave the reward to him, he would not care about this useless scholar who could only recognize a few words and couldn't even support his old mother.

After hearing him begging for mercy just now, Wang Gui looked down on him even more.

Wang Congyi suddenly understood Song Xuan. It turned out that his dislike for Dou Han's behavior in the examination room that day was not a spur-of-the-moment thing, but that he, Song Twelve, always liked to stand up for the weak.

"Sheltering him is one thing, but this is another!" Song Xuan looked at the old man in front of him:

"If we just brush this matter aside, every time you think about today's humiliation, the knot in your heart will build up. I'm afraid you'll get sick. How will you be able to take care of your elderly mother in the future?"

After hearing what Song Xuan said, Sun Fu immediately felt that the other person was more insightful than himself, so he clenched his fists.

If Zhen Guannan bullies me, I can endure it.

But if he makes me unable to take care of my mother, I can't tolerate it!
Zhang Fangping picked up the broken table leg and handed it to Sun Fu, who had made up his mind.

"Old man, use this to see how strong your fist can be."

Sun Fu took the stick in a state of bewilderment: "I'm afraid this is a disgrace to society."

"I've already been humiliated just now, so what if I humiliate you a few more times?"

Sun Fu naturally understood the principle of listening to others' advice and eating a full meal. He took the table leg and walked towards Zhen Guannan who was lying on the ground.

Zhen Guannan was afraid of Song Xuan, but he was not afraid of this old man who was bullied by him. He still stared at him with his big eyes:

"you dare!"

Sun Fu held the wooden stick in both hands and heard the ruffian in front of him still threatening him.

It was really a speechless laugh.

Song Xuan is right. If I just pass by him lightly today, it will definitely encourage his arrogance.

Snapped.

When Sun Fu hit the stick, he didn't control the strength well, and the shock made him unable to hold the stick.

"How dare you!"

"Okay, call me grandpa, and from now on I'll take your last name."

clap clap.

Sun Fu used all his strength to hit Zhen Guannan. Even though Zhen Guannan had thick skin and flesh, his veins were exposed when he gritted his teeth.

People who don't know how to kill often don't care about the severity of their actions.

I have to say that Zhennanguan is really a man who hangs out on the streets, and he never makes a sound.

It was not until Sun Fu lay exhausted on the ground that Zhen Guannan spat out a mouthful of blood:

"That's it, I'm tickling your grandpa."

Then Zhen Guannan turned to look at Song Xuan:
"Boy, you're done. You dare to pretend to be a government official? The government will come soon."

As a hooligans who roam the streets, he naturally has more than just his visible followers.

If you can win, then the younger brothers hiding in the dark will watch. If you can't win, then of course you will call for help!

After a while, a constable came over and looked at the scene.

He glanced at Zhen Guannan lying on the ground, then looked at Song Twelve standing beside him, and knew that this situation was not something he could afford to cause.

If you want to hang around in the government office, you must have a good eye.

Zhen Guannan saw the constable coming and did not step forward to ask any questions, but just maintained order. His heart was already a little gloomy.

This person really has some backers. He hangs around in the government office, but he is not smart. How can he make money?

The hooligans who hang out on the streets are also quite smart despite their rude appearance.

Otherwise, with so many ruffians around, he wouldn't be able to keep his position just by relying on his arrogance.

Chief Constable Ding Zhe arrived late. When he saw Song Xuan standing there, he quickly stepped forward and saluted:
"What brought Twelve Lang here?"

When Zhen Guannan saw how fawning Captain Ding was towards Song Xuan, he knew he was in danger, so he immediately stopped being stubborn and admitted defeat.

Fortunately, I know someone in prison, so I can feel confident.

"Captain Ding."

Song Xuan pointed at Zhen Guannan lying on the ground:
"This scoundrel robbed and beat people in the street. Look, all those tables, chairs, and fine writing brushes, inkstones, and inkstones were damaged. Can we have the Zhen Guannan group compensate the victim on the spot?"

"Of course, I can!"

Ding Zhe immediately began to have his men search Sun Fu and collect money for him.

Even though Zhen Guannan was beaten with bruises all over his body and looked pretty bad, looking at Sun Fu lying on the ground, his hair was just a little messy and he was holding a "weapon" in his hand. It was unclear who hit who.

But Zhen Guannan is a scoundrel, how could the government support him?
Ding Zhe clicked his tongue and understood what happened at the scene without asking.

Then he waved his hand and asked people to take these scoundrels away, preparing to put them in jail for a few days to vent Song Xuan's anger.

"Oh, Captain Ding, please tell Prisoner Li to take care of these hooligans for two days."

"hiss."

Ding Zhe nodded naturally: "Don't worry, Twelve Lang, I will definitely convey this little matter."

"Ah."

Ding Zhe did not disturb Song Xuan and left with his men. The onlookers saw the usually domineering Zhen Guannan being beaten up and left with a smile.

He is just a scoundrel anyway, and he always offends people he shouldn't.

Song Xuan glanced at Sun Fu, who was lying on the ground with a large number of copper coins tightly grasped in his hand.

Lu Zhishen beat up Zhen Guanxi with his fists, but he saved the young lady.

On the other hand, when he kicked Zhen Guannan, he saved an old man.

No comparison.

Sun Fu was lying on the ground, feeling a little tired, but he was very happy.

Although I got beaten today, I finally have some money.

Nothing could make him happier than this. Song Xuan looked at the young man who had made the move and took the initiative to approach him and make friends:

"Song Xuan, the twelfth grader, is a student at Yingtian Academy. Thank you for your help just now."

"My name is Wang Gui, from Kaifeng. I came here to broaden my horizons. If I don't have money, I'll do some performing to earn some money. Brother Song, this is the first time I've accepted such a large reward."

"I see."

Song Xuan thought that he was not some Three-Emperor official, as his skills were not good enough:

"Since you and I get along so well, why don't we have a meal together?"

"It is said that Tokyo is a land of wealth and splendor that dazzles the eyes. I have never had the chance to go there. Brother Wang, please tell me about your experiences in Tokyo."

Wang Gui responded but did not refuse.

Song Xuan watched as Zhang Fangping also helped Sun Fu up:

"My dear fellow, please bring your mother to have a meal with me, or you can stay with me. I can take care of you for a month without any problem. You should go and do something."

"Thank you!" Sun Fu bowed deeply.

Song Xuan asked Qu Ze to follow Sun Fu back to bring his mother, and then go directly to Qinglou.

Although Wang Gui had just arrived in Yingtian Prefecture, he had heard of the reputation of Qinglou. It was said that the prime minister of the time had eaten there and said it was delicious!
Wang Congyi and the other two watched Song Xuan and the other two go away, and finally he sighed:

"I never thought Twelve Lang would be so strong."

Lu Lejian nodded in agreement: "I've never seen Shi Er Lang hit anyone, but those hooligans deserve a beating."

Wang Tai tilted his head, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.

No, buddy, are you really that good at fighting?

Not to mention that he kicked people with his feet, it would be rare to find someone who could really kick Zhen Guannan to the point of rolling several times.

After Ding Zhe put the man into prison, he said a few words to Li Kun.

"Shi Er Lang said he would treat that ruffian Zhen Guannan well for two days?"

"What, no?"

The jailer, Li Kun, quickly declared, "What's wrong? That's absolutely right!"

Ding Zhe gave him a wise look.

Zhen Guannan was thrown into prison and immediately felt relieved. It was a common occurrence anyway. He just needed to talk to Brother Li later.

"My brother is here."

Zhen Guannan was clinging to the wood and looking at the jailer Li Kun with great joy.

We have someone in the jail!
"Brother."

Li Kun held a whip in his hand:
"Tell me, why did you mess with Song Twelve when you could mess with anyone else?"

"Who in the prison hasn't benefited from Song Twelve's influence?"

"He asked me to take care of you for two days."

"Brother, don't blame me for being ruthless, or I won't be able to explain myself."

Zhen Guannan had heard of the name Song Twelve, but he never thought that the person was Song Xuan.

"Brother, this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Without waiting for Zhen Guannan to explain, a jailer opened the door, pulled Zhen Guannan out, and gave him a beating with a whip.

When the other ruffians saw their boss being beaten so badly that he screamed and howled, they all huddled in a corner, not daring to say a word.

The jailer, Li Kun, panted and said, "It's your misfortune that you are blind."

……

"It turns out it's Twelve Lang who's here. I've been waiting for you."

As soon as the owner of Qinglou saw Song Twelve, he immediately came out from behind the counter to greet him.

"Hey, I met two friends today. After much thought, I think the owner's Qinglou banquet is the most suitable. I have a friend on the way."

When the shopkeeper heard Song Xuan was so good at talking, he quickly invited him in:
"Twelve Lang, please take this friend to sit in the hall for a while and listen to Journey to the West. When all the dishes are ready, you can call Twelve Lang up."

Song Xuan thanked him quickly and added:
"I'd like to trouble you, boss. One of my friends is here with his elderly mother. She had a poor appetite yesterday and only ate a meal. Could you please serve some light dishes that are easier for her to eat?"

"Good good."

The owner of Qinglou was afraid that Song Xuan would not make any request, so he quickly responded and gave him a reminder.

Wang Gui felt a little envious when he saw Song Xuan's behavior.

Especially since Song Xuan was covering up for Sun Fu's mother just now, he didn't say that he had no money, but that he had no appetite, and asked the shopkeeper to prepare some food.

Wang Gui was truly impressed by Song Xuan's attentive behavior.

Wang Gui, who has just turned sixteen, plans to travel around the world to hone his skills.

When he felt he had enough training, he would find a suitable opportunity to return home, join the imperial guards, and make a career for himself with his martial arts skills.

Wang Gui learned Taizu Changquan when he was young, and was particularly good at riding and shooting.

In the army, it is called the King Iron Spear, and its secondary weapons are iron whips, iron pestles, etc., so it is also called the King Iron Whip.

He led the charge many times in the battles against the Western Xia army and was awarded a gold medal by Emperor Renzong.

Later, Ren Fu was surrounded in the Battle of Haoshuichuan.

All the generals were defeated by the Western Xia army.

Only Wang Gui, seeing that the commander's flag had not fallen, wanted to rescue the surrounded commander Ren Fu, and charged forward repeatedly at the risk of his life.

He alone killed hundreds of people. His iron whip was bent and his palms were cracked, but he still fought with all his might as before.

The warhorse under his crotch was hit by an arrow, so he replaced it with three horses, but he continued to run and attack, killing dozens more people.

It was not until he was shot in the eye that Wang Gui was forced to return to the army.

That night, Wang Gui died of his injuries and died a heroic death for his country.

At this time, Wang Gui was attracted by the storyteller's story about the Monkey King, a monkey who stood alone against 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals.

Zhang Fangping was in a state of excitement. It turned out that he felt so happy after doing something chivalrous!
"Twelfth brother."

Zhang Fangping lowered his voice and said, "What a joy today!"

"It's a bit satisfying."

Song Xuan felt a little amused that Zhang Fangping, a good student, would actually take the initiative to attack.
"But your Turtle Fist can't do any harm to the enemy at all. You should practice more in the future."

"Hey hey hey."

Zhang Fangping couldn't help laughing a few times. What his twelfth brother said was true.

After passing the test, he would practice with Jiao Ming and others, just to build up some strength.

Today, Zhang Fangping realized this through the story of the scholar Sun Fu.

If you can't even pass the imperial examination, no external force can help you.

Even though you are powerless, you can't even resist except being humiliated by those hooligans.

If someone has a weak mental endurance, he or she might jump into the river or hang himself or herself.

Since ancient times, only a few people have been able to succeed in everything.

Even Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, was defeated by Xiang Yu many times before he defeated him at Gaixia.

But most people don’t have the same mentality as Liu Bang!
"it is good."

Wang Gui listened to the storyteller's wonderful story and couldn't help but cheer loudly.

He even took out a lot of copper coins from the reward money he had just received and threw them into the gong of the waiter who was collecting money.

The storyteller Cao on the stage bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude, then walked off the stage and went straight to Song Xuan.

(End of this chapter)