Need for a Guard

When he fell to the ground, there was only one voice in Ma Wuchang's head: Flying disaster!

When he struggled a bit, trying to look up to see who had no eyes, but put a tape full of rancid smell on his head, and his eyes were dark.

He knew that this was definitely not a random disaster, and he clearly came prepared.

"Who... who the hell is stalking me? I am Ma Wuchang, and my father is the magistrate of Pingyuan County. He is very arrogant. You can't afford to offend him. The famous Mr. Zeng Tong is my boss. How dare you overestimate your strength! ..."

The only answer to him was a mocking laugh, and a heart-wrenching punch and kick!

Seven or eight feet stepped on it, almost causing him to be reincarnated.

Fortunately, those big feet were just domineering on Ma Wuchang's fat buttocks, and they let go of his head for the first time, which made Ma Wuchang's mind clear.

Just listening to these guys laughing at each other...

"What kind of shit talent, how about beating you?"

"It doesn't matter what kind of bullshit county magistrate your father is, no matter how powerful he is, can he still beat Master Chen?"

"What is the name of Zeng Tong? It's just a false name. He's a brat. Compared with everyone in Chen, he's a scumbag. Who would be afraid of him?"

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Several people taunted and laughed until Ma Wuchang's buttocks leaked Yin Hong's blood through his clothes, then they laughed and walked away.

Ma Wuchang grinned in pain, and took off the cover on his head.

Looking left and right, the surroundings are pitch black, where can we find the slightest shadow of the assailant?

Ma Wuchang was so courageous, he jumped his feet in anger, and cursed: "Who dares to slander me behind my back? If I have the guts to stand up, I am capable of writing and martial arts, and I want to fight you..."

He was cursing, when suddenly a stone hit him.

It just happened to hit him on the forehead, and a rough voice came: "Could you try to curse again?"

This stone hit Ma Wuchang bloody, but he didn't dare to delay any longer, covered his face with one hand, and his swollen buttocks with the other, like a mouse crossing the street, he ran for his life in a panic.

In the darkness, there was a burst of wanton laughter.

"Brother Sun, did you say that Ma Wuchang listened to what we said?"

"Brother Lei, don't worry, Ma Wuchang is shrewd, he heard those few words really, and he will never forget them."

"Alright! Let's go, let's go back and report to Brother Shi! Hehe... It's really exciting to do this sneaky thing."

"Brothers, why can't I understand, which play Brother Shi is acting in?"

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for many scholars!

Ninety percent of the scholars dreamed of graceful and charming scenes: while hugging the well-behaved woman in the Charming Pavilion, sipping delicious snow lotus tea, while chatting and laughing, unraveling the extremely mysterious arrangement.

Such a beautiful dream, after waking up with an excited smile, I was disappointed to find that it was just a dream.

But after all, some talented people cannot sleep peacefully!

For example, Zeng Tong, such as Ma Wuchang and other Zeng Tong's henchmen.

Zeng Tong frowned, unable to sleep peacefully!

The Charming Pavilion has attracted a large number of scholars and talented scholars, which made him eager to find out, but he also learned that Shi Yue was also haunting the Charming Pavilion, which made him stay away.

In fact, it was Zeng Tong who was slightly afraid of Shi Yue.

Zeng Tong didn't want to lose face hastily without understanding the intricacies of the facts.

Otherwise, the title of Wen Zhuangyuan will be lost...

Zeng Tong was burning with anxiety, quietly waiting for the exact news that Ma Wuchang would bring back.

However, the bloody Ma Wuchang brought him not only the glory and prosperity of the Charming Pavilion, but also hatred and resentment!

Zeng Tong and other cronies sat on chairs in the study.

Looking narrowly at Ma Wuchang's stricken face: Tsk tsk... How much suffering must have been suffered to be beaten into such a mess!

Biansheng Mawuchang's ass was beaten so badly that he couldn't sit still, he could only stand pitifully!

Holding one leg of the table, he said with a mournful face, "Mr. Zeng, you have to decide for me!"

Zeng Tong said impatiently: "Why are you crying for mourning? If you have something to say, hurry up and say it. Are you all tired?"

Ma Wuchang looked at Zeng Tong with a bit of sullen expression, and didn't dare to exaggerate, he organized his thoughts and said: "Let's not mention the matter of Wumei Pavilion, there is a tricky matter, very strange, I want to analyze it with Mr. Zeng."

"When I came back at night, I was beaten with a sap, and then covered my head. It was another good beating."

"In a haze, I heard the name of Mr. Chen mentioned. It seemed to be full of praise. I also mentioned Mr. Zeng's reputation, but he was full of obscenities, and he was beaten even more viciously..."

How can I say that Ma Wuchang is also known as a "gifted scholar", his memory is not bad, and his conditioning is very clear.

In a straight-forward manner, what he saw and heard when he was beaten by the black stick was restored.

Looking at Zeng Tong's distraught face, Ma Wuchang tremblingly said: "I suspect that the Master Chen they are talking about should be Chen Sifan, and the thing about me being beaten by a black stick is probably the old man Chen Sifan secretly ordering someone to do it." Yes, it's just that these unsatisfactory and ruthless people thought I was passed out, so they slipped up!"

"Also, from their tone, it's clear that they didn't pay attention to me, but directly aimed at Mr. Zeng..."

"do not talk!"

Zeng Tong's face was ashen, and he stood up suddenly: "What's so suspicious about this? This is clearly what that old man Chen Sifan did. What generation of people actually do this kind of thing like a sap in the back, a big ass family. "

Ma Wuchang hurriedly said: "That's right, Mr. Zeng is quick-witted, he can see clearly the tricks in it at a glance, I admire it very much! It's just..."

After all, Ma Wuchang is not stupid, he asked Ai Ai again: "It's just, why does that old Chen Sifan hate Mr. Zeng? This is a very strange thing."

Zeng Tongyin smiled and said: "Don't you know? That old man Chen Sifan used to be a bachelor in the Imperial College, but he just competed with me and competed in knowledge, and I stole the limelight. Old Chen lost face. Feeling uncomfortable, I had no choice but to go to Wenxing Academy to teach in disgrace."

"Because of this, I have a grudge against me. I just didn't expect Chen Sifan to be able to do the thing of sap in the back. It's really out of everyone's style."

A group of party members suddenly realized that they were scrambling to complain for Zeng Tong!

In fact, only Zeng Tong himself knows the real secret.

Although Zeng Tong is the number one scholar in poetry and prose, he may not be the number one in poetry and poetry!

Just because his old man is the Minister of Rites and is in charge of the Guozijian, Zeng Tong also kicked the manger in the Guozijian. Seven refused to accept and eight were not angry, which aroused deep resentment among the old people.

Although Chen Sifan has profound knowledge, he happens to be an unusually low-key strange old man, so that when he looks at the young and conceited Zeng Tong, he finds everything unpleasant, but he doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

It was only then that he kept a low profile and went to Wenxing Academy to teach.

It's just that Zeng Tong, in order to put gold on his face at this time, brazenly said that his knowledge is much better than Chen Sifan's.

In fact, if the two really fight each other, it will be full of variables!

But Chen Sifan lived for more than half a year, and his nature was open-minded, so he wouldn't sulk with Zeng Tong, a hairy kid.

It's just that Zeng Tong used his own brain to figure out that Ma Wuchang was beaten black by Chen Sifan, and Bingfeng pointed directly at his own affairs. He speculated about this incident, but because of his anger, he completely ignored many tricks in it.

If Chen Sifan knew about Zeng Tong's wishful thinking, wouldn't he be so angry that he would vomit three liters of blood?

[Author's Digression]: I'll write Chapter 3 tomorrow morning, I'm so sleepy tonight!Hehe everyone forgive me...