The impulsive and irritable young man was Zuo Jinhuan, the son of the governor of Jiangsu Province. Since he was a single generation of three generations, his grandmother regarded him as a treasure since childhood. Although he was still successful in studying, he was extremely spoiled. When he handed over with ordinary scholars, he often hurt people with disagreements, and even had to do something. Fortunately, his father was protected and no one dared to provoke him in his own land. Today, after experiencing so much irony, the young master's temper immediately broke his mind again. He didn't care about the dissuasion of several friends beside him, and he picked up a chair and wanted to do it.

Before Wei Wenlong could move, he heard a heavy cold snorkeling. Everyone felt a shock in their ears. Zuo Jinhuan felt like he was struck by lightning. The chair in his hand fell to the ground and made a loud noise. However, the others seemed to have not noticed the sound of the collision, and their eyes were all attracted by the elegant seat beside the window. Ming Jue had already stood up, the cold air on his body was even more severe than at the beginning, and frost seemed to condense on his face.

"Checkout!" He simply threw out two words, which disappointed the drinkers who thought he would take action. However, several singers who were singing all looked admiring. They all knew the identity of this man. Although they were afraid of his temper, they were still moved when they thought that if they could marry this person, they could take off the dust. However, Ming Jue was born cold and had always ignored the deliberate flattery of several singers.

Li Qiao hurried forward and reported a number casually. Xiao Yang, who was pressed on the ground by Zuo Jinhuan's big feet, couldn't help but roll his eyes. Ming Jue drank a total of six pots of top-quality Bijianghan. Even though the cost was far more than twenty taels of silver, the shopkeeper actually reported a five tael, which was really flirting. Thinking of his unlucky situation, he didn't know where the evil fire came out and shouted: "Shopkeeper, you haven't calculated the pot of wine I broke just now!"

Li Qiao secretly scolded the boy for being ignorant. Just as he was about to answer, he heard Ming Jue say coldly: "It's better to count the pot of wine together!" He had no intention of causing trouble, but Zuo Jinhuan was not a good person. After hearing Ming Jue's claim, he couldn't help but exclaimed his anger again. In addition, when he was standing there just now, he had already realized that the cold snor that made him lose his composure was exactly what the man did, and immediately started to rage again.

"Hey, since that pot of wine belongs to you, you should pay my robe!" Zuo Jinhuan shouted loudly, but did not notice that the eyes of the people around him were full of pity, as if they were looking at a dead object.

Didn't see Ming Jue's actions. In just a moment, everyone noticed that there was a cold figure in front of Zuo Jinhuan. "Did you say you want me to pay for your robe?" Although the voice was no different from before, others could not help but shivered. Last time someone was drunk in the restaurant. It was originally nothing to do with this big guard, but those idiots went to provoke him without mercy. As a result, they were all thrown down the stairs. They heard that they had been kept for several months before they recovered. From then on, they saw Shui Yu Shengyan's sign and walked around.

Zuo Jinhuan did not have this kind of self-consciousness. Although he felt a chill on his body, the young master's nature still had the upper hand. "Yes, why, do you want to pay for the debt?" He insisted on calming himself and said with a hard heart.

A strange smile appeared on Ming Jue's face. In the eyes of others, this abnormal behavior undoubtedly indicates the arrival of a storm, and even Wei Wenlong was nervous. He had seen this person's kung fu, and if it really started to make a fuss, the loss would be quite large. He was about to say he could dissuade him, but Ming Jue suddenly laughed, "Very good, I don't have a thousand taels of silver on me. If you really want it, you might as well go back with me."

Zuo Jinhuan then discovered the strange expressions of the people around him, and couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. However, he was a person with good face. When he heard that Ming Jue had agreed to pay, he thought that he was afraid of him, so he immediately raised his chest and agreed, "Okay, I'll go with you! If you dare to play tricks, hehe!" He laughed deliberately twice, hoping to cover up the deep uneasiness.

Ming Jue didn't answer, and threw a ingot of silver to Li Qiao, and walked downstairs first. Zuo Jinhuan immediately followed, but his friends found that the situation was wrong and sat down straight, obviously not wanting to go to the muddy water.

As soon as Xiao Yang got up from the ground, he found that the shopkeeper and the boss looked at him with a pale face, and immediately realized that his mistake had been made by mistake. "Xiao Yang, it was a big mistake for you to accidentally smash the wine pot just now. I kindly wanted to smooth things over for you, but you actually put the matter on the guests. You are really ungrateful!" Li Qiao scolded contemptuously.

"Shopkeeper Li, break him up." Wei Wenlong shouted sternly, "If it is spread, wouldn't it ruin the reputation here? Guests, please be a witness. My Wei Wenlong's rule is that being at home is the right way, and there is no reason to arbitrarily abdicate the guests." His words, combined with his wealth, suddenly many people agreed.

Xiao Yang covered his face with shame, and the guests on the side started to discuss it. Everyone knew that Wei Wenlong was not stingy with his subordinates, so he felt particularly sorry for his stupidity. He lost a good job and would definitely be criticized by his parents when he returned. Wei Wenlong toasted everyone politely, but he didn't care whether Zuo Jinhuan would be hurt when he left with Mingjue. Those young men took out Mingjue's identity from the rest of the people, and a cold sweat immediately emerged, and everyone complained.

Xiao Yang ran to the corner of the street and then stopped. His face had long lost its initial humility, and there was a hint of sinisterness between his eyebrows. He had learned that Zuo Jinhuan was the son of Zuo Fanchen, and he knew that Zuo Fanchen was the backbone of the He family. He also expected Ming Jue's temper was strange, so he deliberately wanted them to have a conflict. The restaurant's business was not his original position. When he thought of the reward he could get from his master, his eyes narrowed his smile.

Zuo Jinhuan was quite contented at first following Ming Jue. As he walked, he realized that something was wrong with passers-by looking at him. The road was getting wider and wider, and the houses on both sides were also richer and more magnificent. Even the mansions that his father had set up in Jiangsu were just like this. He was even more surprised that many servants from aristocratic families were hiding far away when they saw the man in front of him, and seemed to be afraid of him. Zuo Jinhuan felt a stir and his drunkenness retreated most of them. He wanted to escape, but because of his face, but his steps slowed down.

Unfortunately, Ming Jue seemed to know his thoughts, and his steps were slow and fast. He was walking slowly ten steps ahead of him. When he turned, he looked at Zuo Jinhuan with a meaningful look, which made the young man feel even more distressed. Unexpectedly, after walking, the mansions on both sides were more imposing than before. It was the royal mansion connected to the royal mansion. Zuo Jinhuan counted a little, and in just a short while, he had passed five royal mansions. At this moment, his confidence had already flown beyond the sky. The only hope was that the man in front of him would not be a noble man in heaven.

It was not until he entered the Qin County Prince's Mansion that his heart fell to the ground. From the mouths of several servants, he learned that Ming Jue's identity was just a guard, and his momentum suddenly emerged. However, when he heard that Ming Jue was the first-class guard given to Feng Wuhen by the emperor, he was really stunned. He just ran into a third-rank military officer when he was making a fuss in the restaurant. It was so unlucky. His father had been qualified for so many years before he had only reached the second-rank. If he knew that he was willing to be a wise man, even his grandmother would not be able to protect him when he went back. He had a good alcohol tolerance on weekdays, so why did he become confused after drinking a few cups today? It was really unlucky.

Although it was the royal palace, the servants were still very polite to Zuo Jinhuan. Not only did they lead him to the side hall to wait, but they also sent fragrant tea and some fresh fruits. However, the eldest young master was uneasy and did not need to worry. While he was complaining, a sound of footsteps came. Zuo Jinhuan put down the things in his hand in a hurry and stood there awkwardly, with a look of arrogant expression on his face. He glanced at him and saw a young man in ordinary clothes. If he said that he was extraordinary, he could only see that he was a pampered person.

"I guess this is Mr. Zuo?" The person who came was kind and smiled slightly, "Ming Jue said to me just now, but a piece of clothing costs one thousand taels. The master is a little greedy."

When Zuo Jinhuan heard that the person called himself the king, he immediately panicked and his face turned red. He was just a little domineering, and his talent in his stomach also had talent, otherwise he would not have come to Beijing to take the exam rashly. After all, the fame of the juren was taken by him based on his real talent. He would have respectfully bowed and said: "Students meet the Seventh Prince! The student was drunk and caused trouble and lost his moral integrity just now. This matter had nothing to do with Lord Ming, and it was all the fault of the student's unvirtuous after drinking. I hope that Lord Your Highness has a lot to forgive the students for losing their etiquette."

Feng Wuhen looked at the young young man who suddenly changed his appearance in a little surprised. Ming Jue didn't know what medicine he had taken. In the past, he usually took the trouble and never cared about the seriousness of his hands and feet. He didn't expect that he would bring the trouble back to his house today. He was curious and came out to see what happened. Now it seems that Ming Jue has good eyesight, and this person was not from an ordinary family at first glance.

"Since you said that, how can I still care about you?" Feng Wuhen sat down in the main seat, and then he spoke leisurely, "You are a scholar, and you can be confused by alcohol. You will never misunderstand this principle, right? Ming Jue is the guard of the royal palace. I know his temper best. However, if you argue with him for this little thing, what if something is wrong, wouldn't you ask for trouble? By then, I will not be a crime to restrain my subordinates in a bad way."

Although these words were said in a pleasant manner, they were like a spur to Zuo Jinhuan's ears. His family education was not strict, but his grandmother was always lenient and his father was just beating him. How could anyone tell him reason? Therefore, he bowed a long time and his face was full of flushing.

"I have been talking for a long time. I still don't know your name. Seeing that you were polite and polite just now, you were definitely not from a small family." Feng Wuhen suddenly saved this matter and then smiled lost his ground, "If you don't want to tell me, then forget it." As he said that, he wanted to bring tea to see you off.
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