Before Yang Fan could hold him back, Zhang Changzong had already jumped off the carriage.
In truth, Yang Fan did not really want to stop him. An Le wanted to take revenge for her brother and sister. Yang Fan did not care, but she could not harm his family. Li Guo'er used Wan'er and the child's lives as a weapon, so he could only stand on Zhang Changzong's side.
Now that Li Guo'er was sharpening her knife, he could not just passively deal with her. He instigated Zhang Changzong to come forward to disrupt the other's rhythm and find out the other's trump card. But Wan'er was really pregnant, and this was his biggest weakness. He was also afraid that Du Wentian would really speak nonsense, so he immediately followed.
In truth, no matter how bold Du Wentian was, he would not dare to speak of this matter in front of Zhang Changzong. But not everyone acted according to reason. Some of the aristocratic families had been spoiled rotten, their personalities were unreasonable and arrogant. Squatting in the well of the aristocratic families, they did not know the vastness of the world. He had to guard against them.
Wu Chongxun and Princess An Le saw Zhang Changzong walk quickly towards them and couldn't help but smile. To be treated so courteously by Zhang Changzong, it was also because of their face. But their smiles quickly froze on their faces. They could see that something was wrong. Zhang Changzong's face was green and his eyes were filled with anger. He was not looking at them at all.
"Zhang Fengchen … …"
Wu Chongxun stopped and hesitantly raised his hands towards Zhang Changzong. But Zhang Changzong ignored him and walked straight past him. With a swing of his arm, he slapped Du Wentian's face heavily. Du Wentian saw Zhang Changzong rushing over angrily and knew something was wrong. He thought that Zhang Changzong would reason with him, but he did not think that Zhang Changzong would immediately attack.
He had forgotten that in front of people whose family background and connections were not as strong as his Du Family, he had always been arrogant because he had confidence. Now that Zhang Changzong dared to do this in front of so many relatives of the Emperor, ministers, and nobles, it was also because he had confidence.
Du Wentian's nose had just healed and was slapped by Zhang Changzong. The pain was unbearable. Tears and nosebleed flowed down together. Zhang Changzong was like an enraged rooster. He didn't say a word. He clenched his teeth and ruthlessly punched Du Wentian's chin, causing Du Wentian to fall face up and heavily fall to the ground.
Du Wentian curled up on the ground and covered his head with his hands to resist Zhang Changzong's punches and kicks. He shouted, "What right do you have to hit me? If you don't stop, I'm going to retaliate! "
The servants and servants present today were all brought by the Du Family. When they saw their young master being beaten, they all rushed forward. The dozen or so people that Zhang Changzong brought immediately spread out and protected Zhang Changzong in the middle. Their swords and sabers were unsheathed and they shouted, "Whoever dares to come forward, kill without mercy!"
These people were all experts of the Imperial Palace. They turned a blind eye to Zhang Changzong beating up others, but they wouldn't allow anyone to harm Zhang Changzong. Not only did they protect Zhang Changzong in the middle, there were also two imperial guards facing the inside. They looked eager to fight. If Du Wentian dared to retaliate, they would stand up for Zhang Changzong.
Today, Wu Chongxun was hosting this banquet, and the Du Family's Patriarch, Du Jingting, was also present. Seeing Zhang Changzong beating up his son without saying a word, Du Jingting was both shocked and angry. He rushed forward and said, "Zhang Fengchen, my Du Family respects you as an honored guest. Why did you beat up my son?"
Zhang Changzong was panting from exhaustion after beating up Du Jingting. He pointed at Du Jingting's nose and said, "You old man are his father? This Zhang will teach your blind son a lesson on your behalf. What are you going to do about it? "
Du Jingting was of noble status. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? His face turned green and his body trembled. Wu Chongxun rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Changzong's arm. He said, "Zhang Fengchen, please calm down. I don't know how Young Master Du has offended you. I'll ask him to apologize to you. Please don't hurt our friendship."
Zhang Changzong said angrily, "What friendship does this Zhang have with him? Ask him yourself if he deserves to be beaten!"
Yang Fan rushed over at the right time and said with a surprised expression, "Why is Sixth Brother so angry? Does this friend have a grudge against you? Ah! He looks so familiar … Sixth Brother, this person seems to be the lecher we met at Xingjiao Temple. "
Du Jingting was stunned and asked in a panic, "What lecher?"
Yang Fan said, "This Yang once visited Xingjiao Temple with Zhang Fengchen. We saw a lecher molesting a woman in the temple. Zhang Fengchen acted righteously and taught him a lesson. May I know who this old gentleman is? Is this lecher your son? "
Du Jingting knew Yang Fan's real identity. How could he not believe him when he heard him say this? He turned to Du Wentian in shock and anger and shouted, "Evil creature, is this true?"
Du Wentian hurriedly defended himself, "Father, don't listen to their nonsense. They clearly …"
Yang Fan suddenly shouted and interrupted him, "Do you dare to say that you never molested a woman at Xingjiao Temple?"
Du Wentian's voice choked. He had indeed been beaten because he had molested a woman. Later on, all kinds of grievances had arisen because of this. But how could he admit it now? He wanted to refute, but Yang Fan's shout had exposed his scandal. His tone paused and his expression changed.
The surrounding guests had all seen the world. Just by looking at his guilty expression, they knew that Yang Fan was telling the truth. They couldn't help whispering to each other and revealing looks of disdain. Du Jingting had never thought that his son, who had always been well-behaved in front of him, would do such a shameful thing outside. He angrily scolded, "You unfilial son, you've really disgraced our Du family!"
Du Jingting rushed towards Du Wentian as he spoke, but was pulled back by Yang Fan. Yang Fan stretched out his hand and pinched Du Wentian's numb tendon with his thumb. Du Wentian felt half of his body go numb. He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan and swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Yang Fan said in a low voice, "If you dare to speak nonsense in public, Zhang Fengchen will dare to kill you in public!"
Du Wentian felt a chill in his heart when he saw the shining swords in the hands of the imperial bodyguards. He didn't have the courage to shout out the 'truth' in public.
Yang Fan's words were swift and quick. Moreover, he had used the opportunity of bending down to support Du Wentian to whisper in his ear, so no one else noticed. Yang Fan helped Du Wentian up and said to Zhang Changzong in a clear voice, "Sixth Lang, today is Prince Consort Wu's day to entertain guests. You should at least give Prince Consort Wu some face. Let's forget about this matter."
Just now, Zhang Changzong was also angry, that was why he attacked without considering the consequences. At this time, seeing Yang Fan secretly giving him a meaningful glance, he suddenly came to his senses. He was also afraid that Du Wentian would be forced into a corner and embarrass him in front of everyone, so he heavily snorted and didn't say anything.
Yang Fan laughed and said to Du Jingting, "The matter that day was because your son was young and suddenly lost his head when he saw the woman he liked. It's just that Zhang Fengchen has always been righteous and righteous, so he got into a conflict with your son when he interfered. That's why he wasn't able to suppress his anger today. Since everyone is familiar with each other, let's not look into this matter in detail. "
He had just said that Du Wentian was a lecher who had molested an innocent woman in Xingjiao Temple, but now he was saying that Du Wentian had only lost his head. His explanation was completely insincere. Not only was Du Wentian confused, but even Du Jingting didn't know how to respond.
Li Guo 'er secretly sneered, "Do you think that using Zhang Changzong to threaten him will work? That rumor has long been spread out. Just wait for me to force Shangguan Wan 'er to show up and let all the guests see her with their own eyes. At that time, whether you are innocent or not, you won't be able to defend yourself. "
Until now, Li Guo 'er still thought that the man who had made Shanghai Wan' er pregnant in the rumor Du Wentian had spread was Yang Fan. She was afraid that Du Wentian wouldn't be able to control himself and ruin her plans, so she threw a meaningful glance at Du Wentian to smooth things over, "Everyone, give this consort some face and don't mention this matter again."
Du Wentian was even more obedient to Li Guo 'er than his own father. When he saw Li Guo' er's meaningful glance, he could only swallow his anger. Seeing this, Du Jingting was even more certain that his son had molested an innocent woman. Although it wasn't a serious crime, it was still a disgrace to the family and would make it seem like he wasn't strict enough with his son.
Du Jingting was filled with shame, but he couldn't discipline his son in public. He could only glare at him and scold, "You little beast, for the sake of the princess and the prince consort, I'll let you off for now. When we return to the residence, this old man will properly settle the score with you!"
Wu Chongxun hurriedly grabbed Zhang Changzong's arm and introduced him to the guests. No one wanted to embarrass Du Jingting too much, so they all pretended not to know about the matter and greeted Zhang Changzong loudly. Then, like the stars surrounding the moon, they led Zhang Changzong to the main hall.
Du Wentian looked at Zhang Changzong's receding figure and spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle. The loyal servant Chen Jia quickly offered him a handkerchief. Du Wentian wiped the blood from his nose, the hatred in his heart growing. When Li Guo 'er had asked him to do that, he had been somewhat hesitant, but now he no longer had any scruples.
… …
The banquet began in the main hall. Everyone talked cheerfully and wittily, deliberately avoiding the matter just now. However, it could be imagined that the news of Fan Chuan's son molesting a woman and being beaten up by Zhang Changzong would definitely spread throughout Chang 'an after the banquet. Du Jingting's face was dark. He only sat for a moment before saying that he wasn't feeling well and bidding farewell to the princess and the prince consort.
Wu Chongxun knew that he wasn't feeling well, so he didn't urge him to stay. Du Jingting left the main hall. He had wanted to find his son to teach him another lesson, but when he asked a few servants, no one knew where he had gone. Du Jingting thought that his son was too ashamed to see anyone else and had already left. He angrily boarded his carriage and left.
In a corner of the palace, Chen Jia carried a barrel of oil and walked over with difficulty. She pulled out the cork, then hesitantly turned around and asked, "Young master, do you really want some?"
There was a clear palm print on Du Wentian's face as he limped over. He kicked the oil barrel and threw a torch forward fiercely. A raging flame ignited with a "Peng" sound. The fire raged, reflecting his ferocious face. Only then did he grit his teeth and say, "Light!"
Princess An Le and Wu Chongxun were the guests at today's banquet, but neither the Prince of Xiang's Five Sons nor Wu Chongxun and his wife were here for this banquet. Since Zhang Changzong had arrived, it would be difficult for him not to usurp the host's position. Everyone took turns toasting him. Yang Fan waited for a long time before finally finding an opportunity to walk up to him.
Zhang Changzong glanced at him and said, "Sit!"
Yang Fan folded his feet and sat down next to him. Zhang Changzong raised his wine cup and stared at the two groups of dancers dancing in the hall. He whispered, "Why did you stop me just now? Wouldn't it have been over if I had killed him with one strike of my sword? So what if it's the Du clan? I've already killed him, so what can they do to me!"
Yang Fan took a sip of wine and smiled at the beautiful leading dancer who was waving her green sleeve at him. He whispered, "Does Sixth Lang think that this matter is as simple as Young Master Du harboring a grudge and slandering someone?"
Zhang Changzong's expression changed. He slowly turned his head and asked, "What do you mean?"
Yang Fan replied, "That lecher really has the guts to make Sixth Lang his enemy? Moreover, even if this matter were to spread among the common people, how could it reach the ears of the Emperor, who resides deep in the Imperial Palace? If the Emperor doesn't know, what harm can it do to you, Erlang? But does he have the ability to face the Emperor? "
Zhang Changzong's pupils suddenly constricted as he realized, "You mean … he has someone behind him?"
Yang Fan didn't say anything and only took another sip of wine.
Zhang Changzong's expression changed. He suddenly turned his head to look at Wu Chongxun, his eyes full of murderous intent. Wu Chongxun was carefully picking out the fish bones and attentively placing a piece of fish meat on a plate. He didn't notice Zhang Changzong's fierce gaze at all. Zhang Changzong withdrew his gaze and asked in a low voice, "What other conspiracy do you think they have?"
Yang Fan said, "I don't know either, so … we have to wait!"
Before he finished speaking, a burst of smoke suddenly rolled in from the back of the hall. There were many layers of curtains in the palace and most of the buildings were made of wood. In addition, there was oil to fuel the fire and the wind to help it burn, so it burned very quickly. Yang Fan suddenly turned his head and saw the tongue of fire was already in front of him.
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