282 The Arrival of the Talented Scholars (1/2)
Several people had been involved in that fight in front of the main hall. The law of the Empire couldn't hold such a large number of people accountable for anything. There was no other option; the matter was concluded without any action against anyone.
Everyone returned to their original places. The big-shots watched Jun Mo Xie stood up and dusted his backside. They suddenly realized the reason why this commotion had been stirred. To make matters worse… Jun Mo Xie had faced this rain of curses while sitting down…
Everyone was left speechless. There was no bench or stool to sit on, but Jun Mo Xie had seemingly refused to ill-treat his buttocks. Shockingly, there as an individual lying under the buttocks. There was a pig-headed like expression on the youngster's face, and it seemed as if he was breathing his last breaths. That youngster was the Meng Family's Young Master, Meng Fei… Young Master Jun had taken seat on the youngster's fallen body. This had instigated the crowd's anger and had incited the eventual curses.
[No wonder he was cursed like that; the crowd's sentiments must've been instigated by the manner in which he's swaying his butts…]
[So that's what happened…]
It was evident from the Young Master Meng's condition that he would be missing the feast…
”He doesn't look good; take him to the Imperial Physician!” the patriarch of the Meng Family, Meng Xue Sheng shouted with anger and anxiety. He then turned to face the smiling and unmoving Jun Zhan Tian. ”General Jun, your grandson is indeed very 'promising'…”
”He He… Elder Brother Meng flatters too much. Ha ha, Mo Xie is very young and inexperienced. You shouldn't spoil him like this!” Grandpa Jun stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes as he expressed his thanks.
Meng Xue Sheng staggered as he heard this; he nearly fell down. The other patriarchs staggered as well. [It is evident that this shamelessness is hereditary…!]
The Jun debauchee had deliberately created a farce in front of the main hall. His compulsion had been very fierce. The sounds that were made were very loud. He had hoodwinked several people into joining that farce that the sounds of their noise had reached inside the main hall. The main hall was hosting serious discussions on military and civil affairs at the time, and this noise had fell upon the ears of the ministers and the Emperor since they certainly weren't deaf. The intensity of the sounds continued to increase with the passage of time. Soon everyone's self-restraint gave-way and they were unable to help themselves. Hence, they quickly finished the discussion. These discussions usually lasted for at least two hours. However, today's discussion concluded in less than an hour.
The discussion had ended prematurely because the mind of every man was focused on the ruckus outside. The youngsters bickering outside were the apple of their eyes. Hence, each man was worried about the well-being of their respective loved ones…
Jun Mo Xie sniggered inside his mind since he felt quite mischievous. [He He, no one in either of my lives could ever surpass me; besides those who are dead… You made me wait in front of the main hall; wouldn't it be 'letting you off too easy' if I didn't do something?]
There were many hours left for the Golden Scholarly Talent Feast to begin. However, several court eunuchs and palace maids had bustled into greet the guests.
”This, Young Master… What do you think is inside those halls? Do you know?” Tang Yuan asked Jun Mo Xie as his tiny eyes scanned the place. ”I just see a bunch of book worms, and some more book worms; they don't even qualify to be men. Where are those beautiful ladies they talked about? I'm yet to lay my eyes on an eye-candy…”
”There's no use in asking me. It's better if you consult the Emperor about this problem,” Jun Mo Xie picked-up a shaggy straw of dried grass from the jade railings and put it in his mouth. He moved it back-and-forth and flipped it over. He continued to churn that grass straw in his mouth like it was chewing-gum, and looked extremely smart while doing it.
Tang Yuan looked at his face with envy. His own lips were too fat and his tongue was shorter than a regular person's. Jun Mo Xie's mouth was very flexible on the other hand. He snorted and asked, ”I reckon that my grandfather will peel-off my skin if I dare to ask this of His Majesty. You said you don't know, yet you tell me to ask His Majesty when it can do me serious harm. … You're my big brother…”
”Bullsh*t! I've come to the Imperial Palace for the first time. I'm following your steps since you've come here before. So, how would I know if you don't? And don't call me your 'elder brother' in front of so many people. Having such a fat younger brother will make me dizzy.”
Jun Mo Xie rolled his eyes. Then, a meaningful look emerged in his eyes after he glanced at something. He chuckled, ”Fatty, look, another batch has arrived; they don't like men either. They must be your intimate friends! Aren't those the gifted scholars from the 'Wenxing Heavenly literature Institute'? Their neat style of walking could make for a military parade. Da*n. What a bunch of hypocrites!”
A group of white-clothed youngsters arrived on the smooth jade steps in front of the main hall. Each one of them was upright, looked refined and moved in an unrestrained manner. Each had delicate features; their mannerism seemed to have transcended the vulgarities of the common man. There weren't many of them — just around twenty. Two white-bearded old men led them at a leisurely pace as they entered.
The two men leading the procession had thin faces, and their white hair was tied by a headband in a scholarly fashion. Their wide sleeves were the epitome of the great scholars' style. These two teachers of the 'Wenxing Heavenly literature Institute' were scholars who were admired unilaterally by the entire country; Mei Gao Jie and Kong Ling Yang.
Fatty's nostrils flared as he screamed in an undertone, ”Those two old bastards, their disciples, their descendants; their entire families are a bunch of hypocrites. See! I feel like vomiting at the sight of them! They would make me wash undergarments whenever I would fall short of my task. I used to regard them highly back in the day. But I regret it now that I see things more clearly.”
Jun Mo Xie slightly raised his chin to look at that group of people. He looked at their sardonic expressions and then snorted in agreement with Tang Yuan. He knew about Fatty's villainous misdemeanor. Yet, he agreed with Fatty.
Coincidentally, an 'unnoticed' person sighed behind them, ”They are truly worthy of the 'Wenxing Heavenly literature Institute's' name. It is a repository of beautiful people. It has so many books on literature. The students of the 'Wenxing Heavenly literature Institute' are like giants among men in my Tian Xiang City. They're so very proud!”
”You're a laundry bat!” Jun Mo Xie and Tang Yuan scoffed in unison as they looked back with disdain. Then they simultaneously raised their heads and tilted them.