Chapter 62: Bustling

  Yang Yunqiu gave him a glance, turned her head and left, with an air of nonchalance, without even giving the man a sideways glance. The two female entertainers accompanying him also followed him in a daze, turning their heads.

  The man was taken aback.

  Sun Zhaoyang also frowned, and his friend spat out a mouthful of tea: "What kind of reaction is this?!"

  If it were another boy of twelve or thirteen, he would be at the most impulsive age, and in front of a beauty, any man, even a boy, cannot afford to lose face in front of a woman. He should have been scolded by the doorman of the Yuelou Building, and he would definitely get angry, and once he gets angry, it will be a big deal, no matter who is right or wrong, it will be his loss of face.

  Unexpectedly, they didn't play by the usual rules.

  Sun Zhaoyang narrowed his eyes, gave a signal, and suddenly saw a stout middle-aged man with a big waist, wearing brocade clothes and looking like a merchant, who walked over and blocked Yang Yunqiu's way.

  Yang Yunqiu's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

  A middle-aged man shouted loudly: "So it's you, you little thief. I was looking for you just now and couldn't find you. You actually ran here. Don't move, return my jade pendant to me."

  As he spoke, he took a step forward, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

  The Moon Moving Building suddenly had someone causing trouble, and the guests immediately gathered around, making the scene very lively.

  That middle-aged man didn't move at all as he watched Yang Yunqiu, thinking that he was scared stiff. A hint of joy flashed across his face, and he reached out to grab Yang's collar. But before their hands touched, the world suddenly spun around, and with a loud crash, he flew sideways and smashed into the ground. Instantly, stars danced in front of his eyes, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his nose and mouth.

  The guests around were startled, but some also applauded loudly.

  No matter when, no matter where, there are always people who like to watch the excitement and don't mind making a big deal out of it. A tall and sturdy middle-aged man made a skinny 12-year-old kid fall over, which is more fun to watch than an adult bullying a child.

  Yang Yunqiu calmly and slowly withdrew her hand, lifted her foot and stepped on the right hand of the person who was lying on the ground. The person immediately let out a blood-curdling scream like a slaughtered pig.

  Many of the courtesans were startled, but fortunately the people at Yuelou Tower were used to seeing the world and didn't become too flustered.

  The literati of the Yin Dynasty were also good at martial arts, and many scholars wore swords. They respected those who were both literary and martially talented. Even in the imperial court, there were ministers who would fight each other if they disagreed. Yang Yunqiu's swift action was secretly admired by many people.

  Even the noble guests upstairs couldn't help but laugh at his actions, "Whose child is this? At such a young age, he already has such great presence, if properly nurtured, he will surely achieve greatness in the future."

  Yang Yunqiu rubbed her ears, casually took out a handkerchief, bent down to block the person's mouth, and smiled: "Sorry, I've been a bit tense lately. But it's just right to teach you a lesson, don't casually get close to others without permission, it's easy to lose your life."

  As he spoke, he took out another jade pendant from the middle-aged man's right sleeve and weighed it in his hand, frowning: "The quality is too poor, using this thing to frame me? Can't you at least use a more valuable one?"

  The people in the Yuelou Building were suddenly in an uproar.

  A group of literati stood on one side, pointing and whispering to each other, but hardly anyone recognized the middle-aged man, only knowing that he was a merchant from afar who had come to the Moving Moon Building to see the sights.

  Mr. Hu happened to come out for the banquet as well, and upon seeing this scene, his face suddenly turned iron-green, and his eyebrows stood on end: "What's going on? Ming Ge, hurry up and stand straight, what kind of posture is that, not even a bit of demeanor."

  Yang Yunqiu shrugged, stood up straight, his body as straight as a green pine, looking very elegant. The group of customers who had just seen him blow up were completely speechless.

  So noisy, it naturally startled the boss of Yiyuelou, Fengniangzi. It was said that this was the darling of King Jing, and even if the people present had a higher status, they would still have to give her some face.

  As soon as she came over, it immediately quieted down. Feng Niangzi smiled before speaking, and indeed, she was a beautiful woman in her late 20s who could still make Jing Wangye miss her. With such an identity, one couldn't afford to be incompetent. First, she politely apologized to Mr. Hu, then turned to Yang Yuna: "Young Master Sun, it's really the fault of our servant..."

  She had hardly finished speaking when someone outside announced: "The King of Wei has arrived!"

  Feng Niangzi was taken aback, all the guests stood up and turned their heads together, and saw that Wei Wang had indeed arrived, and he came in a hurry, like a gust of wind, and rushed into the Yiyuelou, with beads of sweat still on his forehead.

  In the presence of such a noble and aristocratic family, everyone wouldn't take a closer look at him, so they didn't notice anything unusual, and they all came out to pay their respects. Feng Niangzi also couldn't care about other things, and hurriedly went forward to greet them. Even Sun Zhao Yang, who always held himself high, carefully adjusted his collar, and put on a modest and gentle smile on his face. His mother's family had produced an imperial concubine, so he could be considered as having some connection with the Wei King. He smoothed out his sleeves and took a few steps forward.

  Others naturally gave him face and let out a way for him to come forward without leaving any marks.

  The King of Wei burst out laughing and walked towards Sun Zhongyang, who smiled even more brightly on his face, feeling a bit proud in his heart. Indeed, the princess of the Yu family still had some face in the palace. He took a few steps forward, bowed with his fists, and was about to say a few words of courtesy, but unexpectedly, the King of Wei lightly brushed past him without even giving him a glance.

  "I was just saying I wanted to go to your house and have that Dongpo pork you mentioned, didn't expect to run into you at Yuelou Tower ahead of time. However, Mingge, you're still young, don't drink the wine here, Ah Ying, bring out one bottle of the fruit wine we brought and let him try a little, it's not too late for him to get used to these strong wines in a few years."

  Wei Wang obviously treated him like a younger generation of his own, even calling him directly 'I'.

  The voices in the Yuelou Building suddenly fell silent, and a group of people stared at Yang Yunqiu in disbelief, looking at each other in inquiry, wondering which family's young master he was, to have such a good relationship with the Crown Prince. But no one knew, as this person had never appeared in their circle before. Even Mr. Hu was stunned, unable to answer his friends' questions, and could only vaguely brush them off, for he himself was also confused.

  As for Sun Zhaoyang, a hint of incredulity also flashed in his eyes, but he didn't show it at all and instead continued very calmly: "The king is right, Ming Ge, when you come of age, big brother will send you the good wine stored at home. Now hurry up and thank the king."

  Everyone's attention was focused on Wei Wang just now, and no one noticed his movements. His performance this time is really not bad.

  Only after he said this did people realize that it was actually the young master of the Sun family.

  Many people have turned several corners in their minds, and the Sun family has not hugged the thick legs of the Wei Wang. However, even if that's the case, the Wei Wang wouldn't be so concerned about the younger generation of the Sun family?

  Although Wei Wang is not in a favorable position among the several princes in the court, his family is also of royal blood. These external officials have to flatter and cater to whichever prince comes, even if someone has a powerful backer, they wouldn't dare to easily provoke another prince, otherwise, it would be difficult for them to get along with your master, and dealing with you would just be a matter of lifting a hand, as long as you're not an indispensable role, at that time even your master won't stand up for you. Apparently, the locals in Quanzhou absolutely wouldn't dare look down on Wei Wang.

  Yang Yunqiu thanked Sun Quan first: "Thank you, big brother, I'm waiting for your good wine."

  Just then, he smiled at King Wei and said: "King Wei, this fruit wine was taken from my Zhuangzi, now you come to squeeze me, you also have the nerve, how can you not send a bottle of your 'Yu Bai' to me?"

  This tone is close enough.

  The king's eyes sparkled, and he laughed in response: "Right! Aren't you here to attend the Snow Appreciation Banquet? Hurry up and go in, Rouge has already arrived. How can we keep a beauty waiting?"

  As soon as this was said, those two men who had blocked the road earlier shrank their bodies and slipped away quietly.

  Yang Yunqiu didn't say anything to make Yuelou embarrassed, and she walked naturally to the back of Mr. Hu and stood well, waiting to enter the garden, shrugging her shoulders to indicate that Weiwang could do as he pleased.

  Wei Wang then greeted the surrounding gentry officials and refined scholars, took the lead, and led people into the garden.

  After tonight, Yang Yunqiu will no longer be able to keep a low profile. Even if he can't come up with a single poem at the banquet, he will still be more famous than those who have made famous remarks and been praised by everyone.

  This year's imperial examination is about to begin, and it's still beneficial to make a name for oneself. Sometimes fame can bring confidence and good fortune.

  Entering the garden, Yang Yunqiu knew to be reserved and followed Mr. Hu honestly, occasionally chatting and laughing with young scholars who sat together, all of whom were topics of romance.

  As for Sun Zhaoyang, poem after poem, regardless of whether it was prepared in advance or not, each one is of high quality. Yang Yunqiu also listened with deep admiration, and being able to produce such excellent poems, he must have worked very hard. Just this point alone is enough to make people admire him.

  Wa Wa also said: "This Sun Zhao Yang is a strange person, he inexplicably has hostility towards you Autumn brother, don't know why."

  "It doesn't affect us, no need to pay attention." Yang Yunqiu didn't care about him anymore. With his current identity as a member of the Sun family, as long as he wore this skin, Sun Zhaoyang's actions would absolutely not be excessive, even if he disliked himself or even 'hated' himself. People like him were not the type to do things that harmed others and themselves just because they were unhappy.

  What's the point of paying attention to him anyway!

  "Brother Qiu, just now you dared to make trouble without any restraint, did you know that King Wei would come to rescue?"

  The doll was very curious, its master was not a person who liked to provoke trouble in the past.

  Yang Yunqiu smiled and pressed her brow, lowering her voice: "I'm just guessing, the King of Wei should not be unaware of my news, but he's slower than I imagined."

  The king of Wei was also very depressed. When someone blocked Yang Yunqiu's way, he was nearby and didn't appear in time. He wanted to choose the best moment when it would be easiest for Yang Yunqiu to owe him a favor. But unexpectedly, this young man was faster and more powerful than he had imagined. Before he could react, the situation had already escalated.

  After saying a few words, someone next to him asked Yang Yunqiu to drink again, and he smiled and raised his cup.