Chapter 28

Hearing this, Le Zhan stopped immediately.

"Who? Who is there?" Le Yue Yue Xiao Pang was stunned.

"I ask you! Who wrote this poem?!" Le Zhan threw a crumpled piece of paper in front of Yuyang Le Pang.

Yuyang Le Pang was stunned. Isn't this the letter he sent to Xie Xie Niangzi? How could it be here!

"Speak quickly!" Le Zhan raised the rattan stick to hit him again.

Yuyang Le Pang hurriedly covered himself with his arms: "Don't, don't, don't! This... this was written by me."

"Fart!" Le Zhan hit his son with another rattan stick, "Not to mention the handwriting, don't I know the little bit of ink in your stomach? Can you write this poem?!"

Seeing that the matter was exposed and not wanting to implicate Wang Yang, Yuyang Le Pang gritted his teeth and said: "I have been learning to write poetry recently and have made... progress... ah—Dad, don't hit there! It hurts! Ah—"

"Still progress? 'Roaming the rivers and lakes carrying wine'! Is this something you can write?! Do you think you are Chen Si or Ruan Ji?!"

Cao Zhi's posthumous title was "Chen Siwang," so ancient people were accustomed to using "Chen Si" to refer to Cao Zhi. Cao Zhi and Ruan Ji were both great poets in the eyes of people at that time, equivalent to saying Li and Du today.

"'The Chu waist is slender and light in the palm'! Hehe, good sentence, good sentence!" Le Zhan chanted while hitting, chanting until he felt a bit ethereal, and even hit with a sense of rhythm.

Xie Xinghan, sitting in the back hall, heard Le Zhan chanting these sentences with excitement, her moth eyebrows furrowed, and her slender hands clenched slightly.

"I'll call you 'light in the palm'! I'll call you 'light in the palm'!"

"Dad! Don't... don't hit! It... it wasn't me who called... it wasn't... it wasn't me who wrote it!" Yuyang Le Pang couldn't hold on anymore.

"Then who wrote it?!" Le Zhan asked sternly.

"It was... someone I met in the wine shop."

"Name?" Le Zhan stared at Yuyang Le Pang, his eyes burning.

Xie Xinghan listened intently.

Yuyang Le Pang took a deep breath and cried: "I don't know! He didn't tell me his name!"

"Then why didn't you ask! 'Roaming the rivers and lakes carrying wine, the Chu waist is slender and light in the palm'! You didn't ask for his name when you saw these two lines? How did I give birth to such a fool like you!" Le Zhan was anxious and started beating his son again.

"Master Le, wait a moment." Xie Xinghan walked out from the back hall, her dark hair half-tied, her white dress slightly swaying, her jade face and snowy skin standing like the moon.

Yuyang Le Pang had never seen such a beautiful young girl and forgot the pain for a moment.

Le Zhan looked righteous: "Fourth Young Xie Xie Niangzi, there is no need to plead for him. For such a rebellious son, even beating him to death is not too much!"

Fourth Young Xie Xie Niangzi?

Fourth Young Xie Xie Niangzi...

Fourth Young Xie Xie Niangzi!

Yuyang Le Pang was overjoyed. He had been chasing her for so long without seeing her, and today, after being beaten, he actually saw Xie Fourth Young Xie Xie Niangzi!

This letter was worth sending!

This beating was worth taking!

As expected of the Three Beauties of the Imperial Capital! I wonder how the other two are.

"Still dare to look!" Le Zhan hit Yuyang Le Pang on the buttocks with a rattan stick.

Yuyang Le Pang wailed and hurriedly lowered his head.

"Young Master Le, can you tell me the name of the person who wrote this letter?" Xie Xinghan asked politely.

Ah!!!!!

She is talking to me?!!!!

Yuyang Le Pang felt he was going to faint from happiness.

"Master Le, your son is young, and his actions are inevitably improper. This time, it was mainly instigated by others. As long as he tells the name of the person who wrote the letter, don't punish him."

Le Zhan snorted at his son: "It's rare for the Fourth Young Xie Xie Niangzi to speak for you. Answer honestly immediately and don't hide anything."

Hearing Xie Fourth Young Xie Xie Niangzi pleading for him, Yuyang Le Pang felt a wave of dizziness and was so excited that, in a trance, he said: "His name is..."

"What is his name?" Seeing Yuyang Le Pang pause, Xie Xie Niangzi asked again, her voice like a dream.

"His name is..." Yuyang Le Pang paused, gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, lowered his head and said: "I don't know his name."

Xie Xinghan's expression turned cold, and Le Zhan raised the rattan stick again.

In the main hall of the Le mansion, Yuyang Le Pang lay on the ground, looking like he had fainted. After a while, Le Zhan walked in, and after ordering all the servants to leave, he said: "The person is gone, stop pretending."

Yuyang Le Pang opened his eyes a crack, glanced around, then climbed up and said with a miserable face: "Dad, you hit too hard this time."

"Don't take advantage and act like a good boy! You caused such a big mess this time, don't you know how much strength I used? Who is Xie Xinghan's father? The Xie clan of Chen Jun! A great scholar! Secretariat Director! Prime Minister! Who is her grandfather? Also a Secretariat Director! Also a Prime Minister! Two generations of prime ministers in one family, even the Emperor's face is dared to be rejected! You actually dared to provoke his daughter?!"

"I didn't provoke her! I just wanted to send a letter. Dad, can I sit? It hurts and I'm tired."

Seeing his father's severe expression, Yuyang Le Pang didn't dare to sit down after all.

"Logically, I should punish you severely today, but..."

Hearing his father's tone soften, Le Yue Yue Xiao Pang asked curiously: "But what?"

"But you can stand by your friends in danger and not change your integrity in the face of beauty, which is quite ancient!" Le Zhan laughed.

"Then... then can I sit?" Yuyang Le Pang asked cautiously.

Le Zhan added a soft cushion for his son and then said: "Sit."

Yuyang Le Pang finally sat down.

Le Zhan sat opposite his son: "Now, tell me properly, who wrote 'The Chu waist is slender and light in the palm'?"

The strong man waited outside the mansion for a long time without seeing Yuyang Le Pang send the money, and felt suspicious. Seeing the Xie family's red-netted yellow ox cart coming from behind, he hurriedly hid to the side, thinking, could this cart have come out of this big mansion?

After waiting for a long time, until he was about to give up, a servant came out with a money bag and let the strong man count it in front of him. After thanking the servant, the strong man hurried back to find Wang Yang.

The two originally had nine hundred and thirty-three coins. Earlier, to create chaos, they scattered thirty-three coins into the air, spent four hundred coins on flour, and had five hundred left. Plus the two thousand borrowed from Yuyang Le Pang, they had a total of two thousand five hundred, just enough for clothes and shoes.

White lined spring clothes tied with a hidden bag, the youth plays the flute serving the Prince of Ning.

Wang Yang changed into new clothes, his eyes like bright stars, his temples like knife-cut, suddenly turning into a handsome young man, stunning the strong man and the shopkeeper.

"The guest looks as beautiful as jade, and paired with these clothes and these shoes, he really looks like a young master from a noble family." The shopkeeper clicked his tongue in praise.

The strong man said from the side: "My Young Master is a noble family young master."

Hehe, I've never seen such a poor noble family young master.

The shopkeeper slandered in his heart, but on the surface, he was full of joy and flattery, and then began to promote: "The young master's head is too bare, no crown, no hat, no hairpin..."

This sales routine is the same in ancient and modern times!

Just as Wang Yang was about to refuse, the shopkeeper said: "But the young master is so young, he should not be at the age of capping yet, and his temperament is so elegant. If he could match it with a headscarf, that would be even better!"

After saying that, he took out the indigo-colored headscarf he had prepared: "I'll give this folded-corner scarf to the young master cheaply, just one hundred coins."

Wang Yang's heart moved. He took the headscarf and asked: "Is this the Linzong scarf?"

The Linzong scarf originated from the great scholar Guo Linzong of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Once, when he met heavy rain on the road, his headscarf was soaked by the rain, and one corner was folded down. People at that time admired his demeanor and all lowered one corner of their headscarves. Since then, this type of headscarf has been called a "corner scarf" or "folded-corner scarf," which is very popular among scholars and Confucian students.

Wang Yang's next plan is to go to the county school, and wearing this kind of headscarf is quite appropriate. Besides, if he disguises himself as a traveling scholar from a noble family who is short of money, then wearing "fake brand names" would not be so abrupt. Otherwise, he would always have to find a way to explain the mismatch between the prominent identity of the "Wang clan of Langya" and his clothing.

But the problem now is that he can't take out a single coin.