When Mr. Song saw Fang Qing's depressed face and his refusal to speak, he thought that Fang Qing had shed tears for no reason when he was eating candy. He thought that he was homesick at that time, but now he doesn't think so. He just thinks that this bad mouth must have offended someone very important. Although he and Fang Qing have always been at odds, he still has a sense of friendship with his fellow townsman at the critical moment.
"You are a real man. You have already offended someone. Why are you afraid to say anything? Don't underestimate these big shots in the capital. Some of them are narrow-minded, but some are actually tolerant and generous. I will go with you to apologize and make amends. Maybe others will just laugh it off. If it really doesn't work, I happen to know a famous person. I will ask him to help you speak for you and act as a go-between!"
Although Fang Qing and Mr. Song were not mortal enemies in the past, they never liked each other. However, when he was at his lowest point, Mr. Song not only let him taste the local flavor soup, but also promised to help him. It was impossible for him not to be touched. But he was always proud and awkward, so he shook his head stubbornly.
"Everyone has their own faults. This is all my own fault. I should bear the consequences myself so as not to implicate you!"
"How did you get implicated? Fang Qing, what on earth did you do?" Mr. Song couldn't help but get a little mad. "Even if he killed someone or set a fire, you shouldn't implicate your fellow villagers. You used to offend people in Guangzhou by talking nonsense, and it must be because of your nonsense again this time! If you don't tell me, I will go and find out. You are already like this, it must be a big deal, and you will be even more embarrassed then!"
Although Fang Qing didn't want to mention it, he couldn't resist Song Juren's insistence and finally told the truth. When he said that he followed his teacher Yue Shanzhang to the recruitment site of Jiuzhang Hall of the Imperial College, and when he impulsively said that the heroic performance of the third prince seemed to be in collusion with Zhang Shou, he saw Song Juren's face completely changed.
"I'm sorry, you've caused such a big disaster. Goodbye!"
Seeing that Mr. Song was about to leave after pushing the cart, Fang Qing, although he had no hope, could not help but get angry. He subconsciously stepped forward and grabbed the handlebars, shouting angrily: "Hey, what do you mean? I don't want to say it, but you force me to say it. Now I've told you everything, but you just let it go and leave?"
"What else can I do? You are the one who said that without knowing the whole situation!" Mr. Song was no pushover. He pushed Fang Qing's hand away and pointed at his nose and said, "I'm telling you, I'm living in the home of Dr. Zhang from the Imperial College. Not only do I not have to pay a penny in rent, he also helps me to block those annoying guys from the Song family. As for the third prince..."
He paused, thinking of the shy child he saw in Zhang Garden last time, and his face darkened even more: "The Third Prince is a very cute child. On the day he came, I made a little more sweet soup, so of course I prepared a portion for him. Not only did he thank me, but after tasting it, he was not only surprised and happy, but also praised my cooking skills as better than the imperial chef in the palace!"
"Let me tell you, the Third and Fourth Princes were originally in Banshan Hall, and they were Dr. Zhang's students. If Dr. Zhang really wanted to be their teacher, he wouldn't have messed around with those things in Banshan Hall in the first place, and would have just gotten the title of a prince's teacher. Besides, as long as the emperor said something, would Dr. Zhang not accept them into Jiuzhang Hall?"