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Chapter 48: That Bastard. Could It Be Me?
Chapter 48: That Bastard. Could It Be Me?
Changqing and Lingsi both stood dumbfounded when they saw each other.
They had never expected to run into each other in such a place.
The thick-skinned Erniu, however, didn't notice their shock.
As soon as he saw Changqing, he pulled Lingsi forward with a delighted expression, saying, "Come on, Qingqiu, I want to introduce you to a friend."
Lingsi was dragged forward, her mind completely blank.
"Qingqiu, this is my brother. He's quite insightful when it comes to the Scholarly Path."
Erniu, not wanting to say too much, whispered to Lingsi, "My brother is very strong! Even though he doesn't have Righteous Qi, his talent in the Scholarly Path is absolutely terrifying!"
Lingsi nodded absentmindedly. Did she really need to be told how strong Changqing was? If anyone knew, it was her.
"Changqing, this is... um, a friend."
After that, Erniu looked at Changqing with a hint of anger and said, "Not long ago, a bastard challenged Qingqiu in a literary duel, and Qingqiu almost cried!"
"I don't understand these scholar things, so I need your help."
"In a couple of days, I'll get Qingqiu to invite that guy out, and you can teach him a lesson."
Before Erniu could finish, Lingsi's face turned bright red, and she pulled on Erniu's sleeve, whispering, "Please, don't say it... don't say it!"
Changqing's expression was strange, torn between laughter and the fear of hurting someone's feelings. It was quite uncomfortable.
"Hey, the girl's a bit shy, she doesn't like to talk about it."
Erniu, seeing her discomfort, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Qingqiu. Changqing is my good friend, and he will definitely help you."
Lingsi felt as if she was about to split in two, her face so red it seemed to be bleeding. She wished she could just disappear.
"Brother Erniu,"
Changqing, unable to hold back a mix of amusement and sympathy, said, "I'm afraid I can't help with this."
"Huh?" Erniu was taken aback, "Is it because your teacher doesn't let you go out?"
He frowned, "That's a problem."
The Young Master's status was special, and he couldn't go out freely. Erniu had forgotten about that.
"Hey? Changqing, Erniu, what are you guys doing here... huh?"
Just as they were talking, Shuhan, who had gone to fetch the carriage, returned and greeted them with a smile.
But halfway through his sentence, he stopped and stared at Lingsi with wide eyes.
Erniu's eyes also lit up when he saw Shuhan.
Changqing couldn't go out, but Shuhan could!
Although Shuhan wasn't as skilled as Changqing in the Four Arts, dealing with some random scholar would be a piece of cake.
"Her..."
Shuhan pointed at Lingsi, about to ask something, but Erniu immediately put his arm around Shuhan's shoulder and said with a grin, "My good friend, we haven't seen each other in a long time, so he came to visit me."
Shuhan's expression was odd, "You? A friend?"
"Of course, are you jealous, kid?"
Erniu laughed proudly and then turned serious, "Actually, I need your help with something. Can you—"
Lingsi, hearing this, was about to lose it. She grabbed Erniu's hand, shaking her head and trembling, "No, please, don't say it."
Lingsi felt like she was falling apart. Her mind was a mess, and all she wanted was to escape this incredibly awkward situation.
"It's fine, Qingqiu. This bookworm is quite capable and will definitely help you get your revenge!"
To help his love interest regain her dignity, Erniu was willing to do anything. He looked at Shuhan and said earnestly, "Qingqiu came to the Southern Region a couple of days ago for a literary duel, but she was badly bullied."
"This is your strong suit. In a couple of days, I'll get that guy to meet us. Can you help me teach him a lesson?"
Shuhan was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
He glanced at the speechless Su Changqing, who was holding his forehead, and then at Ling Si, whose face was as red as blood. Finally, he couldn't hold back his laughter.
"What are you laughing about? I'm being serious," Er Niu said, clearly displeased.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Shuhan clutched his belly, laughing uncontrollably. He patted Er Niu on the shoulder and teased, "Are you saying that the scoundrel might be Changqing? Ha ha ha ha."
Er Niu was taken aback by Shuhan's words, then he suddenly drew in a sharp breath.
Only after Shuhan said that did he realize that Changqing had also left a couple of days ago, right around the time the literary competition began.
Looking at Changqing, who seemed to be smiling and not laughing, and at Ling Si, who was red-faced and embarrassed, Er Niu was completely stunned.
"Damn!"
Er Niu grabbed his hair with both hands. "So, you're saying that the two participants in the literary competition were Changqing and Qingqiu?"
"That means..."
He stared blankly at Qingqiu. "The poem I gave you, you used it against Changqing?"
Before Ling Si could respond, Shuhan, who had been laughing, suddenly stopped and his face showed a look of shock. "You mean the poem Ling Si used was the one you gave her? You can write poems?"
Er Niu, on the verge of tears, replied, "I can write nothing of the sort. I asked Changqing to get it from the teacher."
"But..."
Shuhan was taken aback again. "But the teacher has never written a poem. If he had, his reaction at the time wouldn't have been like that."
Ling Si, who had been mortified, seemed to understand something. She suddenly looked up, her eyes wide with shock, and stared at Su Changqing. "That poem... you wrote it!!!"
No wonder Su Changqing had reacted so strongly at the time. It made sense—it was his own poem!
Shuhan, who had been standing next to them, also looked stunned and stared at Su Changqing in disbelief.
He and the teacher had thought Changqing was weak in poetry and literature, but it turned out those brilliant verses were all written by Changqing himself?
"Um..."
Seeing the murderous looks on their faces, Su Changqing helplessly shrugged. "Actually, I didn't plan for everyone to know."
...
In Green Mountain Village, at the book house.
"Is this the residence of the great Scholar Immortal?"
Wei Cang, who had taken another route, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes near the book house.
This place couldn't be sensed with spiritual energy, so after paying respects to the elders of the Su family, he had asked around.
When he mentioned visiting a great Scholar Immortal, the villagers all seemed to understand and pointed him in the right direction.
Thinking about the respect the Su family elders had shown this person, Wei Cang couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
He approached the book house and respectfully bowed, saying loudly, "Wei Cang from White Deer Academy in Central State, here to pay respects to the elder."
Inside the book house.
Li Qingchen had been sipping tea and reading the Emperor of Literature's notes.
But when he heard the voice outside, he froze.
"Senior Wei? Paying respects?"
Li Qingchen fell silent. He heard each word clearly, but when put together, it made no sense to him.
Senior Wei would bow to him?
And why would Senior Wei come to Green Mountain Village?
Li Qingchen prided himself on being exceptionally intelligent, but this unexpected visitor had left him thoroughly confused.
After a moment of hesitation, he got up and opened the door.
"Senior Wei, what brings you here, and why are you bowing to me?"
Looking at the familiar, white-haired figure, Li Qingchen couldn't help but ask.
Wei Cang, who was bowed down, heard the familiar voice and looked up, completely stunned.
Li Qingchen???
(End of Chapter)
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