Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"Young Master Ni, really, there's no need to write any more poems. Why doesn't Qinghan invite you for a drink?" Chu Qinghan said anxiously from the side.

Hearing the lack of respect in his tone, coupled with Chu Qinghan's interjection, Ni Wenchun felt even more displeased. He ignored Chu Qinghan and continued to press Fang Zheng, "Brother Fang, aren't you friends with Miss Chu? Why are you so stingy as to not even write a poem on her birthday? Or is there some other relationship between you and Miss Chu?"

Seeing that Ni Wenchun's words were becoming somewhat inappropriate, Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Qinghan and I are just ordinary friends. We chat and eat together occasionally."

"Chat about what?!" Ni Wenchun couldn't help but raise his voice, staring at Fang Zheng fiercely.

Seeing his agitation, Fang Zheng gave him a disdainful look.

"Chatting, well, we chat about everything under the sun," he paused. "Like fish, water...joy, things like that. Does this have anything to do with Young Master Ni?"

"You..." Ni Wenchun's fists clenched tightly, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

Chatting about the joys of fish and water? This kid is definitely doing it on purpose!

Thinking of this, Ni Wenchun glanced at Chu Qinghan. Seeing that her face was flushed and she didn't object, the anger in his heart grew even stronger!

Suppressing his anger, Ni Wenchun said loudly, "Since you and Miss Chu have such a good relationship, then you should definitely write a poem! What do you all say?"

"Yes!" A chorus of agreement came.

Moral kidnapping?

The smile disappeared from Fang Zheng's face as he stared directly at Ni Wenchun: "You really want me to write one?"

"Of course. Of course, if Brother Fang can't come up with anything, that's fine too. After all, poetic inspiration isn't always there." Ni Wenchun, having just incited the crowd, looked at him with a half-smile.

Fang Zheng sighed lightly: "Oh, well. Since Young Master Ni wants me to write one, then I'll write one for Young Master Ni."

With that, Fang Zheng pushed through the crowd and walked to the center, stepping onto the table.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Zheng cleared his throat: "Sitting alone in my study, I use my hand as my wife, this affection I don't share with outsiders. If I switch my left hand for my right, it's like divorcing one wife and marrying another. Stroke after stroke, I feel itchy and my bones are numb. Drop by drop it falls to the ground, and all the descendants will be named Ni."

As the word 'Ni' fell, everyone else was petrified...

Fang Zheng jumped off the table after reciting, looking at Ni Wenchun with a meaningful gaze: "Young Master Ni, how is my poem?"

This was a good, bottom-of-the-barrel poem he had memorized in college, unforgettable after hearing it once. A thing unfit for polite society, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Although it was another lewd poem... it was clearly not as vulgar as what Zhou Tie had done.

A group of people suppressed their laughter, their eyes occasionally drifting towards Ni Wenchun.

Ni Wenchun was already trembling, his eyes wide, pointing at Fang Zheng with one hand, and stammering, "You... you dare..."

Fang Zheng shrugged, looking indifferent.

"You dare to insult me!!" With an angry roar, Ni Wenchun suddenly pounced forward.

Fortunately, the people around him pulled him back in time, constantly trying to appease him.

The Chu sisters were also at a loss. Chu Youyi asked blankly, "Sister, what did that poem just now mean?"

"Don't ask!" Chu Qinghan's face flushed red as she walked up to Fang Zheng and said anxiously, "Young Master Fang, please, just let it go. Please go home for today, okay?"

Things have already gotten to this point, how can I go home?

Fang Zheng glanced at her sideways: "I'm helping you test his mettle. Look, I just said a few words and he's already this angry. This person is definitely not a good sort. Are you sure you can handle him?"

Chu Qinghan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Isn't he this angry because you provoked him! Who would be happy if you said something like that in public?

Under the crowd's restraint, Ni Wenchun gradually regained his composure. He straightened his robe, gasped for breath, and said, "Fang Tangjing! Do you know who I am?"

Fang Zheng curled his lips.

His self-restraint isn't very good, he's already announcing his family background. But it's also reasonable, what proper person goes to block a girl's door every day? Clearly, he wasn't raised well.

After complaining in his heart, Fang Zheng cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Ni, I apologize. What I said just now was just a joke."

"Today is Qinghan's birthday, everyone came out to have fun. You wouldn't be angry just because I wrote a poem, would you?"

"Would you? Would you?"

The three words 'would you' echoed repeatedly in Ni Wenchun's mind. Now he didn't want anything else, he just wanted to stab Fang Zheng to death with a sword.

How could there be such a cheap bastard under the heavens!

But when he raised his eyes and saw Chu Qinghan's clear eyes looking at him, he regained his reason again.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Fang's joke was a bit much, but you're right. Today is Qinghan's birthday, how about we discuss poetry another day?"

"Young Master Ni is magnanimous."

Ni Wenchun was annoyed in his heart. He knew he shouldn't have talked to this bastard first. Now, the poem he bought for two hundred taels is hard to give away.

Now there is only one way to save the image.

Ni Wenchun took out a brocade box from his arms, slowly walked to Chu Qinghan, and said solemnly, "Qinghan, today is your birthday, I specially prepared a big gift for you, I hope you like it."

"I don't deserve it, how can I let Young Master Ni spend so much?" Chu Qinghan quickly declined.

Ni Wenchun said softly, "Open it and see."

Chu Qinghan hesitated for a moment, opened the brocade box, and saw a golden object inside, asking, "What is this?"

Ni Wenchun showed a smug smile, slightly raising his voice: "This thing is called a pocket watch! It has the same function as a grandfather clock. In the past, only high-ranking officials in the court could wear this thing. It has just appeared in Taoyuan County recently, the output is scarce, and it is worth a lot of money. There are only ten people in the folk who own this thing!"

After the words were finished, there was an immediate exclamation!

Everyone is a scholar, and the name of the pocket watch is like thunder. Only high-ranking officials are qualified to wear it.

Even if it has just appeared on the market in the folk, it is not something ordinary people can touch.

Knowing that Ni Wenchun would give a gift today, he didn't expect it to be such a generous gift!

It seems that he really spent a lot of money for the woman.

Chu Qinghan stared at the pocket watch, her expression strange.

The first time she saw this thing, she felt a little familiar. When Ni Wenchun said Taoyuan County, she remembered that she had seen it at Fang Zheng's place.

So this thing is so expensive? But it shouldn't be anything in Fang Zheng's eyes.

Thinking of this, Chu Qinghan suddenly felt Ni Wenchun's image plummeted.

Fang Zheng chuckled and laughed, his goodwill towards Ni Wenchun doubled.

He really loves such a sucker!

Hearing the laughter, Ni Wenchun immediately turned his head to look at Fang Zheng, and said coldly, "Does Brother Fang think my gift is ridiculous?"

"Good! Brother Ni is such a tasteful person, I really admire you!" Fang Zheng praised from the bottom of his heart.

Although it was a sincere compliment, it was obviously sarcastic in Ni Wenchun's ears, so he ridiculed: "Miss Chu is Brother Fang's friend, so what gift did Brother Fang prepare today?"

Fang Zheng touched his chin: "Oh... I forgot to buy it in a hurry, but since it's Qinghan's once-a-year birthday, of course, it should be more grand. How about this, Qinghan, what do you like? I'll send someone to buy it now, anything is fine, the price doesn't matter."

Chu Qinghan naturally declined again, and a look of ridicule appeared on Ni Wenchun's face. This poor man is still pretending to be rich!

"It seems that Brother Fang is wealthy."

Fang Zheng shrugged: "That's right, I think as long as it can be taken out and sold in the capital, there shouldn't be anything I can't buy, and a pocket watch isn't very difficult to buy, right?"

Still pretending to be awesome!?

Ni Wenchun snorted coldly: "Brother Fang has such a big tone, but since you have such confidence, why not buy a first prize winning lottery ticket and give it to Miss Chu? It just so happens that the lottery will be drawn tonight. Didn't you say that you can buy anything as long as you can buy it?"