"You wait and get out of here, let me see what Shen everyone did."

In front of Huaiyuanfang's gate, Cen Shen squeezed away the few gangsters beside him who looked like a deer-headed and mouse-eyed gangster.

Several curly Sogdian scoundrels were about to take off, but they found that the black-faced scholar who squeezed them away was burly and his fists were as big as a casserole, so that the sword he carried around his waist looked a little small. The words he had originally squeezed into his throat and wanted to scold him were stuck there, so he had to retreat embarrassedly.

Cen Shen was so immersed in front of him and looked at the music and music scores published on the dew cloth for a while. After watching it, he was already a famous family. Although he liked to dance with swords and swords since he was a child, he could also play the piano and flute, and had some attainments in music.

Soon, Cen Shen had already understood the modern music theory knowledge such as the five-line score. When he looked at the music scores at the back, his eyes were lit up quickly, and he regretted that he did not carry a flute when he went out, otherwise he could play the music directly.

At this moment, the tragic howling from not far away from him interrupted his thoughts. When he looked up, he saw that the three Sogdian gangsters who had been pushed away by him were lying on the ground with their faces covered, screaming.

"You guy dares to come to us, do you know who we are..."

Someone among the thugs who fell to the ground suppressed the pain and shouted at Tielou who had taken the whip in front of him and was staring at them fiercely.

"I don't care what kind of birds you guys are. My husband posted this cloth to make people remember these knowledge music scores well. It's not that you rats take the opportunity to make money."

Xue Zhenzhu said righteously, then waved the whip in her hand that "be victorious" and whipped it hard again, causing the three Sogdian gangsters to cry and call for their parents.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Cen Shen grabbed a scholar next to him who had written paper and pen to copy the content of the cloth. He just looked at the content of the cloth, but missed what had just happened.

"This brother doesn't know anything. Those scoundrels take a place in front of Lu Bu every day. If we want to copy Shen Jia's music score here, we have to pay them."

"As for Na Tielou, it is said that he has received the news and is here to deal with these rogues."

"So that's it, that's really the one who deserves to be beaten."

Cen Shen looked at the Sogdian gangsters who were beaten to the faces of blood and had no sympathy, and just felt that it would be okay to beat him harder.

Thinking of this, Cen Shen couldn't help but reach into his arms and touch the letter. After passing the Jinshi exam three years ago, he had no suitable official position and could only stay at home. This time, he came to Chang'an to participate in the winter festival after the election period, and he had to lead the military officers of the right in the palace to join the army.

Speaking of which, Cen Shen didn't really like Gao Xianzhi, the deputy chief archer of Anxi, so when he received Feng Changqing's letter of enlistment at home, he did not think of complimenting each other. However, the name of Shen in Chang'an City was well-known recently, which made him interested in complimenting each other.

After all, if everyone can follow Shen, who is like a god in their mouths, this tall guardian must not be a mediocre person!

At this time, the three Sogdian gangsters had already run away with their heads in their arms. Xue Zhenzhu returned to Lubu proudly and said to those scholars, "Please feel at ease to copy here. My husband has also prepared a piece of ink and paper. If there is any lack of it, he will be a message."

Hearing Xue Zhenzhu's words, cheers came from the crowd copying the music score. Cen Shen looked back at the people and knew that these were all fallen scholars stranded in Chang'an City. These people were exhausted and were unwilling to go back to their hometowns, but most of them had no skills in making a living, so they had to make a living by copying books and Buddhist scriptures.

At present, most of these people were copied by the masters and nobles. When Cen Shen thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sorry for these people and disdain to be with them.

After shaking his head, Cen Shen was planning to leave, but he saw Du Fu pushing away the crowd and trying to move forward, so he went over to help push away the people, "Brother Du, why are you here in Chang'an?"

Three years ago, Li Taibai was given gold by the saint. At that time, Cen Shen had just passed the imperial examination and was in high spirits. He naturally went to Pingkangfang to find a romantic relationship. He met Li Taibai, who had lost all his money overnight, so he naturally drank and had a good time to chat.

Although Cen Shen was from a famous family, his family was in decline and there was no one in the court. After passing the imperial examination, he had to go home to guard the election. So he left Chang'an with Li Taibai and traveled around the Heluo area in Guanzhong. He also met Du Fu at that time.

"Cen Lang, you are also here in Chang'an."

Du Fu looked at Cen Shen, who was stronger than three years ago, before he finished speaking, and remembered that the three-year election period had expired, and this time he came to Chang'an City to take charge of the Ministry of Personnel.

"I want to congratulate Cen Lang..."

"Congratulations, I'm just a seventh-rank official or a free job in the right-level official."

Cen Shen held Du Fu, and his left hand pushed away the crowd in front of him, causing a lot of scolding. However, those who saw Cen Shen's majestic figure and more like a martial artist than a scholar, could only whisper a few words.

"Cen Lang is still so straightforward!"

Du Fu looked at Cen Shen rushing through the crowd indifferently, and couldn't help but think that when they and Brother Taibai were traveling in Heluo, Cen Lang was the first to roll up his sleeves and do something, but he never thought that three years later, his hot temper had not changed.

"Brother Du, are you here to see the music score of everyone Shen?"

Soon, the two of them squeezed into the best position in front of the Lubu. Cen Shen asked this question when he thought that the old Du next to him was also a proficient musician.

"I'm really here to see the musical score of Mr. Shen."

Du Fu thought of Li Guinian, who pretended to be his elder, so he had to agree. He had to know that he came to Chang'an City to take the Jinshi exam. But he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived in Chang'an City, he heard people talking on the road, saying that Shen posted the essence of the music he had learned and many music scores on the fangmen Lubu in Huaiyuanfang where he lived.

Now Chang'an City is expensive for a while, and every day, Huaiyuan House is crowded with people who are going to copy. After hearing this news, Li Guinian was so shocked that he couldn't even speak. You should know that all the musicians in the world don't cherish the music scores he made. Originally, he thought that it was generous enough to give the music scores to others, but he didn't expect that it would be made public now.

So Du Fu entered Chang'an City and just settled down, he was urged by Li Guinian to come to Huaiyuanfang to copy the music score, but happened to meet Cen Shen, who also came to join in the fun.

"Natelnu, go get paper and pen."

Cen Shen shouted loudly. Xue Zhenzhu was already concerned about them, so he took a pen and paper from his subordinates and said, "Although this man is a Tie Le seed, he was named by my man and called Xue Zhenzhu. He also registered in Anxi. He was a Tang Dynasty man, not a Tie Le slave."

"It turned out to be Xue Lang. I just said nothing, please don't blame me."
Chapter completed!