Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 54 Song Yun Must Die (4,000 Please Read and Vote)
Well, since his mother-in-law is rebelling, he should naturally help her. After all, he is not familiar with Emperor Ning. If Luo Yuheng succeeds in her rebellion, will she become the first female emperor in the Central Plains?
Then Luo Tianxuan is the Crown Prince... No, the Crown Princess!

Then what was I? A princess consort?
Thinking about it this way, I find it interesting.

The car shook as it arrived at Songzhou Prefecture.

After disembarking from the carriage, a luxurious mansion appeared before him. Looking up, he saw two large, gilded characters on the plaque: "Luo Mansion." Although not often inhabited, the courtyard didn't seem desolate. Someone must have been actively tending to it. Some creepers had been planted along the walls, their lush green vines adorning them. From time to time, butterflies flitted by, and birds perched on the walls, preening their feathers. When someone appeared, they all dispersed.

Luo Yuheng did not rest, but just gave a few simple instructions and left, perhaps to find one of her sisters.

Song Yan did not feel tired, so he went out with Gu Banxia. Luo Tianyi, who was arranged by Luo Yuheng to guard him closely, was nowhere to be seen. But Song Yan knew that when he was in danger, his sister-in-law would appear at the first time.

Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan had little interest in Songzhou Prefecture, so they entered the Luo Mansion.

The last time he came here was at the night market. This was the first time Song Yan had seen Songzhou City in the daytime. Buildings and pleasure boats were connected on the Yiluo River, the streets were filled with people, snacks and various performances were played, and the voices of acquaintances greeting each other could be heard constantly, as well as the curses from those who were accidentally bumped into.

It is indeed much more lively than Ningping County. Just being in the crowd makes you feel stuffy.

"Boy, I finally see you again."

While strolling around, I heard an old yet somewhat familiar voice. Although the voice called me "boy", it was smiling and there was no intention of blaming me.

Turning around, I saw two old men.

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and although his hair and beard were white, he was full of energy. He was not tall, but he had a sense of majesty.

Song Yan smiled. These were the two old men he met when he left the Duke's Mansion for the second time.

Judging from their attire and demeanor, they must have held high positions for a long time. They were also very interested in legal cases, likely officials in the criminal justice system, and held high positions. Song Yan didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if the two old men still had bruises under their eye sockets.

There was also a young man beside the two old men, who was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Although he did not hold a folding fan, he was suave, handsome and elegant.

Regardless of his appearance, just by looking at the two mutton-fat jade pendants around his waist, the six jade rings on his fingers, the ivory hairpins that hold his hair in place, and the strands of gold threads woven into his white robe, any woman who comes over will most likely be called a handsome young man in this corrupt world or a graceful young man.

It seems as if written all over his body:
I have money.

I am very rich.

I am very rich!
Noticing Song Yan's gaze, he nodded in a friendly manner as a greeting, but without the usual ostentation of a rich young man.

Song Yan smiled and bowed his head, "Two elders, do you know what crime Zhang San has committed?"

One of the old men raised his beard and glared: "How dare you, you brat? Do you know how much that Zhang San has hurt us two old men?"

Song Yan was stunned. "Could it be that you two were the ones who wanted to shut down the brothel after being beaten up because the two prostitutes in Yicuilou refused to pay?"

The two old men's faces flushed red, as if they had been greatly insulted. "Nonsense! Don't make up stories about someone's innocence. How could we, old men, do such a vile thing?" The young man behind them became a shield, forcibly dragged over and abruptly changed the subject: "This is Song Yan, the son-in-law of the Luo family."

“This is Chui Sai On.”

"You two get to know each other."

These two old men had investigated him. Thinking of this, Song Yan bowed to the young man and said, "Brother Cui."

"So it's Brother Song. I've long heard of your great name." Cui Shian replied with a smile, "Brother Song's line, 'A man stands alone in the falling flowers, swallows fly in pairs in the gentle rain,' is one my third sister really loves. She mentions Brother Song's name all the time. Do you have the full poem?"

While the two men were talking politely, the two old men were pushing each other: "Let's go, let's go. Don't chat on the road. You are blocking other people's way. It is fate that we meet today. I have something to ask you." Although the two old men were about 120 years old in total, their personalities were not as calm as other old men. Instead, they were a little impatient.

Song Yan and Cui Shi'an shook their heads helplessly. Along the way, they learned the names of the two elders: the taller, thinner one was Zhao Anze, and the shorter, more chubby one was Lü Changqing. Arriving at the place, they felt familiar. Upon closer inspection, they realized it was Qun Yu Yuan. Unlike ordinary brothels, Qun Yu Yuan was a high-class place. Naturally, it wouldn't have the usual prostitutes standing at the door, waving handkerchiefs and saying in a sweet voice, "Sir, come and play!"
Luo Tianyang was like this, and so were the two old men. Why did these people always like to take him to brothels? Song Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Since the two old men know that I am the son-in-law of the Luo family, please don't harm me. Is this a place I can enter?"

What's more, there is a sister-in-law watching secretly.

"Don't worry, we are just drinking tea and listening to music. If we don't call her a girl, it won't be considered prostitution." Zhao Anze said.

Before he could speak, the two old men did not give Song Yan any chance and pushed him inside. Although he was a warrior, he did not dare to act rashly at this time. After all, the other party was too old, and if he accidentally lay down, he might be blackmailed.

Gu Banxia just watched the scene with a smile, her eyes swept over Zhao Anze and Lu Changqing, then she took off the purse from her waist and stuffed it into Song Yan's hand: "Don't worry, my son-in-law, I will handle the matter with the master of the family. And don't worry about the money. Most of the women in the brothel are seductive and snobbish. If you don't have money, people will look down on you."

Unless it's someone like Liu Yong...

Song Yan was complaining in his heart when he saw Gu Banxia go to the teahouse next door. This attitude made Song Yan slightly surprised and thoughtful.

As soon as I entered, I could smell a faint fragrance.

It's not the scent of women's body powder.

Unlike the chaotic, even lewd, scenes imagined, the main hall of Qun Yu Yuan was remarkably elegant. In the center, a zither rested on a rosewood table with cloud patterns, and a Ru kiln azure Suan Ni censer stood beside it. Incense curled gracefully, like clouds and mist. In the main hall, a graceful courtesan, her face veiled, plucked the strings of a zither.

Song Yan didn't understand the zither, but he felt that the sound was clear and very pleasant.

Perhaps it was because tomorrow was Qixi Festival, and a large number of scholars and intellectuals had gathered in Songzhou Prefecture, or perhaps it was because the reputation of Qun Yuyuan was so well-known, but the hall was packed. From time to time, young men would bring flower baskets, which were like rewards, costing one tael of silver each. One tael of silver was enough for a commoner's family for a month, which was enough to explain the reputation of the brothel as a den of illicit money.

Readers gathered around the table in groups of three or four, whispering to each other. Although the rustling sound could not cover the music of the piano, it still seemed quite lively. Even though there were four more people, no one cared.

Suddenly, a sharp voice attracted everyone's attention:
"Brother Song Yun, is that your brother? The bastard?"

Following the voice, I saw several figures gathered around a table not far away. They were all dressed as scholars. One of them was Song Yun. The person who spoke was a young man sitting next to Song Yun. He was fanning himself with a graceful demeanor. He looked at Song Yan with disdain on his face.

"You're pretending to be a swindler with a poem written by Brother Song Yun, and you still dare to show up here? You've really lost all your dignity as scholars."

Scholars value reputation the most.

Nothing spreads fame better than a good poem, and the best poems are said to be passed down through the ages. This is why the Tang Dynasty poet Song Zhiwen was rumored to have crushed his nephew to death with a sandbag in order to write the line, "Year after year the flowers remain the same, but year after year the people are different."

Once you get involved in things like plagiarism or impersonation, your reputation will be ruined.

Once a scholar's reputation fell, their life was over. They would be looked down upon by all their classmates, and any scholar who mentioned their name would spit on them. Even if they were to take the imperial examinations, they could be expelled by the chief examiner for their low character. In this era, reputation and character were more important than talent.

In recent times, if you were to ask which poem in Songzhou Prefecture is the most popular, it would be "Falling flowers, a man standing alone; light rain, swallows flying in pairs." Although it was recited by Song Yan, almost all the scholars in Songzhou Prefecture did not believe that Song Yan, a fool who had been imprisoned for ten years and had never read a book, could write such a poem. It seemed as if some force was secretly fanning the flames and pinning this poem on Song Yun.

Faced with these rumors, Song Yun neither admitted nor denied them.

Then another theory emerged, that the poem was written by Song Yun, but Song Yun was kind and could not bear to see his brother's reputation damaged, so he refused to admit it.

The young man must have had a very good relationship with Song Yan, and naturally could not bear to see his friend suffer such injustice, so he spoke very loudly, which immediately attracted the attention of all the scholars in the hall of Qun Yuyuan. All pairs of eyes fell on Song Yan, and most of them looked at him with contempt, and leaned back in shame to be in his company.

The music continues.

The prostitute who performed the piece showed a very high level of professionalism, and even the sharp sound of the young man's voice was not affected in the slightest.

The two old men, Zhao Anze and Lu Changqing, frowned, while Cui Shian next to them had a playful look in his eyes.

Even though everyone was staring at him with extremely unfriendly eyes, Song Yan's expression did not change much. He smiled and looked at Song Yun. At this moment, Song Yun also looked over.

Eyes facing each other.

Song Yun's heart skipped a beat.

This is probably the guilty conscience of a thief.

The poem is naturally not his.

Writing poetry and lyrics relies on inspiration. Scratching your head when you don't have it is useless. When inspiration strikes, even a god can't stop it. Even though Song Yan didn't receive a formal education, it's not impossible for him to recite a few lines of poetry when inspiration strikes, but that's about it. Song Yan might be able to recite a line of poetry when inspired, but he definitely doesn't have the ability to write an entire poem. Does he understand meter?

Since Song Yan was unable to produce the entire poem to confront the enemy, he dared to claim this line of poetry.

They stared at each other silently for a few breaths. Suddenly, Song Yan smiled kindly at Song Yun, then nodded and looked away.

Song Yun was stunned. Why was he smiling at him? Why was he acting like that? Was he nodding to offer the poem to him? Was he trying to be nice to him?

After all, the people Song Yan truly hated were Song Zhen and Yang Miaoqing. Song Zhen bullied Song Yan the most, and Yang Miaoqing killed Song Yan's mother. In comparison, there was no irreconcilable conflict between him and Song Yan. Although he had bullied Song Yan, it was not particularly serious. The worst time was just because Song Yan bumped into his maid, and he ordered his servants to beat Song Yan with dozens of boards.

Nothing.

Now that Song Yan had already offended Song Zhen and Yang Miaoqing, it was only natural for him to try to win him over in order to avoid their retaliation. Thinking this way, Song Yun felt it was very likely. People are like this; when they make up their minds about something, they subconsciously look for reasons to justify it. This gives them peace of mind, especially when they greedily want to possess something that doesn't belong to them.

"Hmph, shameless villain." Seeing Song Yan leave, the classmate was still indignant and turned to look at Song Yun: "By the way, Brother Song, do you have the full poem of "Falling flowers, a man standing alone, light rain, swallows flying in pairs"? We are all itching to do it."

"Where can I find the complete poem?" Song Yun smiled. "It's just a few good lines I came across."

When he heard such a voice behind him, Song Yan's mouth curled up, Song Yun, Song Yun, you really can't bear to give up this name!
No one noticed that there was a carriage parked on the side of the road opposite Qun Yuyuan.

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared through the car window at the two figures in Qun Yu Garden.

Just looking at the two people, Song Zhen's body couldn't stop trembling, and his eyes burst with heart-pounding resentment.

His gaze slowly moved away from Song Yan and finally fell on Song Yun. Watching Song Yun chatting and laughing with his classmates and friends, his body trembled more and more violently, and his arms and right leg were in pain.

The hatred was even stronger than when he saw Song Yan breaking his arm and right leg.

Song Yun!!!

Must die!!!
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