Yang Ruoqing continued to listen, and while listening, she watched Chen'er draw pictures and explain on the white stone.

Gradually, she came to understand a little more, and it turned out that this calculation was indeed ancient arithmetic.

What Chen'er is explaining at the moment is the issue of one-in and one-out tax in the calculation.

This is a very practical question, so everyone in the audience listened very carefully, probably out of curiosity. After all, the great scholars who gave lectures were all middle-aged or even old.

A discordant sound suddenly sounded.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The speaker was a young man of medium build, slightly fat, dark complexion, and greasy face.

This young man was dressed as if he were rich or noble. Behind him were several men dressed as scholars, all of different ages.

"Today is a cultural banquet. We have invited a great scholar from the fourth room to come and give lectures. You kid, instead of playing with your mud and eating your candy, you come here to mess around. This is not putting the wisdom of us special guests on the line.

Is it rubbing on the ground? Get down quickly!"

The wealthy young man waved the folding fan in his hand and shouted loudly at Chen'er who was giving a lecture on the stage.

Several people who came with him and were dressed as literati looked at the young man on the stage with disdain.

Here, Yang Ruoqing frowned as she looked at those people, especially the young man leading them who looked like a rich man.

I was about to ask other people around me where this product came from, but someone who liked gossip already asked in advance.

"Who is the young master who is talking? How dare Wen Yan come to cause trouble?" Guest A asked.

Guest B said in a low voice: "His name is Sikong Wancai. He is the only grandson of the Sikong family. The Sikong family is as rich as any."

"I thought he was so old. After all, he is the descendant of a merchant!" Guest A looked down upon him.

Guest B said: "You can't say that. Although the old man of the Sikong family started out as a merchant, he is good at giving birth and has given birth to a son and three daughters."

"My son inherited the mantle of the old man, made the business prosperous, and became the richest man in Ye City,"

"Three daughters are marrying each other better than the other. The eldest daughter is married to Huguang, the eldest son-in-law is a county guard, and the second daughter is married to Licheng and is Prince Nan's concubine."

"There is still a third daughter waiting to be married, which is really serious,"

"These three girls were given as concubines to the Duke of Wan Guo in the capital city. They gave birth to two sons immediately after entering the house."

"The three aunts are all nobles and their bedfellows. The Sikong family is one of the richest, and Sikong Wancai is considered a tyrant in Ye City. The host of the banquet gave him some face and sent him an invitation letter. Then

It’s not surprising at all!”

After listening to Guest B's words, Guest A suddenly realized.

Yang Ruoqing also heard it, and thought to herself, if this third aunt of Sikong Wancai was a concubine to Duke Wan Guo, wouldn't she be a concubine to Wan Qingchun's father?

This status means that in the eyes of these literati or wealthy businessmen, he is a great nobleman. In the real aristocratic circle of the capital, a concubine of the Duke of Guo's palace is not worthy of being on the stage.

You simply cannot go out to socialize and entertain on behalf of the Duke of All Nations, nor can you greet and receive guests on behalf of the Duke of All Nations. Otherwise, it will be seen as a kind of blasphemy and neglect of the guests.

The censor found out about it and went to the emperor to give a copy to Duke Wan Guo's office. Duke Wan Guo couldn't bear it.

His eyes returned to the stage over there, and he saw someone coming out to cause trouble. The organizer of this cultural banquet wanted to come out to speak, but the little boy raised his hand and stopped him.

Seeing him stop her, Yang Ruoqing in the audience was secretly surprised.

I am also looking forward to how my son will deal with such a scene at such a young age?

He turned around and glanced at the people in the audience with indifferent eyes.

"You have ambitions but not your age. Since I can be invited by my master to give lectures, I naturally have his reasons." He said calmly.

"The people who can come to participate in the literary banquet today are all literati and noble people. It is really insulting and inappropriate for you to speak dirty words out of your mouth like this."

"If you feel that what I said is inappropriate or there is something wrong, you can come on stage and argue it out!" said the little boy.

The young man with the greasy face was happy when he heard this.

He tapped the folding fan in his hand on the palm of his other hand, turned to the people around him and said, "Did you all hear this? This kid is so young yet so crazy!"

"Would any of you go up and teach him a lesson so that he knows what he should do at his age?"

"At this age, you should go home and find a wet nurse to drink milk, hahaha..."

Sikong Wancai laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward. Although the few people who were traveling with him could not laugh as carelessly as Sikong Wancai because of their politeness.

But everyone also laughed contemptuously and shook their heads disdainfully.

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Glancing at Chen'er on the stage, Chen'er still looked calm and calm, neither angry nor impatient, looking at Sikong Wancai and his entourage with a half-smile.

But Yang Ruoqing couldn't help it anymore. She stood up and said to Sikong Wancai and the others: "That young man with a shiny face, can I give you a sincere suggestion?"

"You are ugly and have bad teeth. When you smile, your gums are exposed, which makes it even more scary. You are not suitable for smiling, really!"

Sikong Wancai turned to glare at Yang Ruoqing, "Who do you call ugly? Say it again?"

Yang Ruoqing looked at Sikong Wancai with a smile, "You guys bully the small ones. You don't dare to go on stage to compete with that kid, so you only know how to ridicule others in the audience."

"No matter what he says is good or bad, at least he has the courage to stand on the stage and say it,"

"What about you? Do you dare to go up?"

"Those who ridicule others are ugly themselves, and their ugly faces and hearts are even more ugly!"

Yang Ruoqing's merciless words angered Sikong Wancai.

He excitedly pointed the fan in his hand at Yang Ruoqing: "How brave you are to insult me ​​in public. Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are. This is a cultural banquet. If you have the ability, just go on stage and defend yourself. Let us see what you are capable of!"

Yang Ruoqing tried her best to stimulate Sikong Wancai.

This guy looks like a pig at first glance, and his talent is definitely no match for Chen'er.

On the stage, Chen'er also noticed Yang Ruoqing.

He was surprised that this woman actually stood up for him in public.

Such maintenance is not afraid of Sikong Wancai at all, he has courage and courage.

When Chen'er's eyes met Yang Ruoqing's, Yang Ruoqing smiled, and her whole expression became extremely gentle.

He looked at Chen'er infatuatedly, as if he had a thousand words to say. This expression was completely different from the expression when he faced Sikong Wancai just a moment ago, just like the difference between winter and summer.

Strange, have I seen this woman before?

Chen'er frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!