The Pastoral Medicinal Fragrance of the Imperial Concubine

Chapter 37
"Young Master Yun, please don't kill anyone. Although this kid doesn't have any backing in his family, he won't be able to win Master's liking. If Master finds out, Master Yun will know too... Let's teach him a little bit and he'll be fine! Standing beside the dude was Leng Batian's eldest son, Leng Ye, who was always proud of him. He said coldly, looking at the boy lying on the ground covered in dirt.

That Yunnie frowned, as if he was very afraid of his father, he waved his hand and said: "Okay, stop beating!"

The three or four servants quickly stopped, spat fiercely at the man, and protested: "Remember in the future, don't mess with our young master, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because the master likes it, remember, Our Master Yun is the boss of the academy!"

Leng Ping broke through the crowd and went in, trying to see if the unlucky person who was beaten up was her little husband-in-law, but the person kept lying on the ground with his head covered, so he couldn't see clearly, but he saw Leng Ye.

Some blurry fragments spewed out in her mind, Leng Ping seemed to see the two hugging each other, no way, it must be a dream, how could the original owner be with her big brother...

Just when Leng Ping was deeply immersed in the memories that frightened her, she heard the few scholars who had come to watch the fun start whispering.

"How did Hao Chenyi offend Mr. Yun this time?"

"Don't you know? This time when the prefect came to inspect the academy, the master sent Hao Chenyi to receive him. Didn't this slap Mr. Yun in the face? Mr. Yun's father is a county magistrate, and he is from a family. The matter, of course, is none other than Mr. Yun! You said that Hao Chenyi is the same, what is the use of studying, but his family is poor, look at the clothes on his body, he wears them all year round, and I heard that even the academy's I can't even pay for the food, so I built a stove by myself, cooking and eating every day, making the academy ablaze with smoke, does he really consider the academy his home?" A tall, thin-faced scholar said gloatingly.

"Is he still the first in this exam? Are you not convinced?" Someone laughed.

The thin-faced tall man suddenly choked and couldn't speak.

Leng Ping listened behind those boys, she didn't get angry at all, don't care if this person is a young man or not, at least the person who was beaten up is their classmate, it's fine if these people don't help, they still make trouble like this!
Just when Leng Ping was struggling to squeeze in, she suddenly heard a weak but immature voice from inside, "Young Master Yun, are you planning to leave like this?"

Yun Nie, who had already turned around and was about to leave, also paused because of these words. He looked back at the native who was slowly getting up from the ground.

The child who got up on the ground was about ten years old. His clothes had been torn, revealing the cotton wool inside. There were several wounds on his face, and the corner of his mouth was broken, but his eyes were bright and dark.

The boy raised his head and looked at Yunnie, who was a full head taller than him, with no fear on his face.

"Hao Chenyi, what's the matter? Do you still want to be beaten?" Yun Nie turned around with sarcasm on his face, "Or did you get beaten stupid?"

The boy pursed his lips slowly, and didn't answer anything, but saw that there was already a messenger from the other end.

"Why did you disturb the yamen? Who tipped off the news?" Yunnie said angrily, and was about to run away, but was stopped by the boy.

"You dare to stop me?" Yun Nie said angrily, about to slap the boy on the face.

Just when everyone thought the boy was about to take that blow, they saw the boy deftly dodge it, shaking Yunnie almost to the ground.

"You..." Yun Nie was startled, as if he didn't believe that the boy could get out of the way, and was about to turn around and swing his fist again, but in the middle of the air, a person who rushed over tightly pinched his wrist.

"Young master, the master is waiting in the yamen for promotion, let me take the eldest son back!" The person who came was a tall man in his 30s, dressed in head-catching clothes, wearing an official knife, and grabbed Yunnie's arm, low voice.

"Promotion? Why promotion?" Yun Nie was startled.

The head catcher took a look at Hao Chenyi, and asked, "You are Hao Chenyi?"

The boy nodded lightly, his eyes calm.

"It's this Hao Chenyi who sued the young master for beating someone!" the head catcher said in a low voice.

"Wang Hu, are you crazy? He is here, how could he go to the yamen..." Yun Nie widened his eyes in surprise, suddenly thought of something, turned his head and glared at Hao Chenyi and said, "Hao Chenyi, you designed to frame Me? You..."

The boy walked forward slowly, walked in front of Yunnie, raised his head, and said coldly: "Thank you, you didn't make me a false accusation! Now that the stolen goods have been stolen, even your own father can't keep you!"

"How dare you..." Yun Nie yelled angrily, and wanted to kick the boy, but was stopped by Wang Hu.

"Young Master, the matter has become serious. Now that so many people are watching, it is better for you to be more honest!" Wang Hu said in a low voice, motioning for the Yacha to take Yunnie away.

"Hao Chenyi, as the plaintiff, you also have to go to the Yamen!" Wang Hu stepped forward and said again.

Hao Chenyi nodded, and said in a low voice: "I'll tidy up, and I'll be there in a while!"

Wang Hu hesitated for a moment, looked at the scattered calligraphy and paintings, nodded, and left first.

"It's a good show this time, so let me just say, if Hao Chenyi is really so incompetent, he won't be admitted to Tongsheng at the age of eight!" said a former scholar, full of admiration for Hao Chenyi.

"Even if the stolen goods are obtained at the same time, then Yunnie is the son of the magistrate after all. I think Hao Chenyi's doing so will only make it more and more troublesome!" Another scholar said disapprovingly.

"I heard from my father that the magistrate of that county is the one who places the most emphasis on reputation. This time Mr. Yun has been arrested. I'm afraid he won't be able to protect him even if he wants to?"

Listening to the gossip of the three scholars, Leng Ping raised her eyes again to look at the boy who bent down to pick up the calligraphy and painting.

In fact, when the boy stood up, Leng Ping had already recognized him. Although he hadn't seen him for three years, in the memory of the original owner, the image of this young man was very similar to the boy in front of him, handsome in appearance, gentle in temperament, and tall in figure. Thin, but now the child in front of her seems to have become more cunning, especially after she heard his conversation with Young Master Yun.

"Chen Yi, are you alright?" A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, dressed in a shirt like Hao Ren's, rushed over and asked with concern.

Hao Ren shook his head, and slowly picked up the calligraphy and paintings.

"You said you, you knew that Mr. Yun would not let you go, so you hid, and set up a stall on the only way he had to go home, you..." The young man complained endlessly, helping Hao Ren picks up calligraphy and paintings.

Hao Ren slowly pursed his lips. Next year, he will be taking the talent test, and leaving Yunnie in the academy to keep making trouble for him, it's better to solve it once, although this time the price will be higher!
(End of this chapter)