vstars Chapter 293 Meeting the Zhou Family Head at the Teahouse
Chapter 293 Meeting the Zhou Family Head at the Teahouse
As Ren Zuan and his group turned the corner on the second floor, they saw a waiter coming to greet them at the door of the private room.
"Master Ren, you've arrived. Please come in."
There were two people in the private room: Zhou Yanzhi, the head of the Zhou family, and his eldest son, Zhou Kangqi.
These are Master Zhou's father and elder brother.
Upon seeing Ren Zuan, Zhou Yanzhi immediately launched into a tirade, "You old man, are your legs really that slow?"
Zhou Kangqi: "Uncle Ren, you've arrived."
After greeting the two men, Ren Zuan introduced them directly, "Old buddy, let me introduce you to a few people, this is..."
Zhou Yanzhi interrupted him directly, "I know, these are members of the Hao family. Their portraits are all over the streets. Yesterday, this young man's great achievements have spread throughout the streets and alleys. Young man, your way of making an appearance is quite special."
The last few sentences were clearly addressed to Wenwen.
Wenwen felt really embarrassed. She never expected that she and her two children would have their portraits drawn. It was really something, that such a thing would happen so soon after they came to the city.
However, no matter who it was, throwing a child like that deserved to be taught a lesson. It just so happened that it was a member of the Luo family, that the child was her cousin, and that she happened to be there. So she had to teach the perpetrator a lesson no matter what.
Wen Qilin looked slightly embarrassed. "Greetings, Head of the Zhou family. Please forgive me for not disciplining my children properly."
Zhou Yanzhi laughed and said, "Hey, it's nothing, old friend, is your Jin Ning alright?"
Ren Zuan waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing, nothing at all. That kid is very tough."
Zhou Kangqi pulled Wen Qilin to sit down, and everyone else took their seats as well.
The servants outside the door served tea and snacks, then withdrew to wait outside.
Everyone tacitly agreed to chat for a few minutes and then took a few sips of tea.
Zhou Yanzhi put down his teacup and looked at Wenwen. "I heard you're going to lead Medicine King Valley in the future. That's quite a bold statement. My father might not dare to teach you that."
Uh?
Wenwen is heartbroken...
Do rumors spread this fast in the capital? The boast she made at the academy on the outskirts of Beijing yesterday has already spread throughout the entire capital today. Has she made the headlines in Beijing? How incredibly lucky she is!
Heavens above, someone please save her!
She now deeply understands that once you tell one lie, you have to tell countless more to cover it up.
The reason she said that was because that fat, white dean wanted to poach her grandfather's son, so she impulsively came up with a lofty ideal. Who knew that this lofty ideal would become her motto?
What a blunder! An absolute miscalculation!
Wenwen looked at Ren Zuan with pleading eyes, clearly pitiful, hoping her grandfather would help her.
When Ren Zuan received his granddaughter's request for help, the old man stroked his beard and laughed, "Old friend, please excuse me. The child is young, and it was just a moment of impulsiveness. There was a reason for it. He said that at the time because he was thinking of this old man."
"Oh, now that you mention it, there's a story behind this. I'd love to hear it." Zhou Yanzhi looked curious, his face full of gossip.
Sigh, he's so old and still so gossipy, it's really hard on him.
Afterwards, Ren Zuan and the two of them talked about the recent events at the academy, of course, skipping over the part about Luo Er buying horses.
The two elderly people talked about everything from the academy to teaching, from books to calligraphy, from children entering school to passing the imperial examinations. Their topics were so diverse and wide-ranging that they flowed like a never-ending river.
Zhou Kangqi and Wen Qilin and his son Wen Chengjian talked about kung fu.
For a moment, everyone in the room found their own topics to talk about, except for Wenwen, who ate and drank, occasionally leaning out the window, pretending to look at the street scenery and people, but actually listening to the gossip.
This Bagua (Eight Trigrams) is not the one inside the house, but the one outside.
She had nothing better to do, and since everyone in the house was busy and didn't have time to pay attention to her, she decided to entertain herself.
It's often said that if you want to hear gossip or buy inside information, come to a teahouse. That makes a lot of sense.
The Huapin Pavilion they visited today is one of the top teahouses in the capital. It has an elegant environment and exquisite decorations. The people who come here are all rich and noble, so the source of information is absolutely reliable. Sometimes, they can even find out details about what happens inside people's private quarters, depending on whether they can agree on a price.
Wenwen's consciousness kept wandering around outside, capturing what she wanted to hear. She would stay near the person and listen to a segment. When she got impatient or lost interest, she would decisively look for the next segment. Before she knew it, she had kept herself very busy.
Suddenly, someone in a private room caught her juicy gossip that piqued her interest.
"So? Did you get anything out of the Ye family's medical clinic?"
"I asked around. I asked my cousin, who lives next door to Uncle Wu, my second maternal uncle's eighth aunt's nephew, and he found out."
"Tell me quickly, what did you find out?"
"The injuries to the young masters of the Ren family are so severe that they are just waiting to die; there is no hope of saving them."
"Oh dear! Tsk tsk tsk!"
"Didn't their family get involved with the Hao family from Medicine King Valley? Medicine King Valley, huh? Those few people from yesterday couldn't save them?"
"I heard those people aren't very good at medicine."
"Even if things don't go well, they still have medicine, right? Medicine from Medicine King Valley, surely they can save them?"
"It's medicine, not a magic pill. Alas, these young masters of the Ren family are truly pitiful."
"Who told them to block my way... Ugh, pfft, why are you covering my mouth?"
"Don't say things you shouldn't say. You may not care about your life, but we do."
Hearing this, Wenwen couldn't help but marvel at her luck.
The gossip has somehow gotten to them.
The group continued, and someone brought up another topic. Wenwen wasn't interested in this one, so she quickly left to find the next one.
Sure enough, not long after, they caught another gossipy little group.
"Hey, I heard that the Grandmaster of Medicine King Valley will be staying at a temple in the outskirts of Beijing for a while. Have you heard about it?"
"I heard that our grandmaster has finally returned from his travels. My parents said that he hasn't been to the capital for many years. Our grandmaster once told my father's fortune. Was his fortune telling really accurate?"
"Wait, the patriarch of Medicine King Valley can also tell fortunes? What exactly does he do?"
"You've gone stupid from reading too much. You don't even know the founder of Medicine King Valley? You're so short-sighted."
"Hey, you can't blame this classmate. It's just that our master has been out of the public eye for too long. The people who know how powerful our master is are all from our parents' generation."
"What makes our grandmaster so powerful? Tell me about it."
Wenwen was also shouting in her heart, "Tell me about it! I'm really interested in this too!"
"Let me tell you, our grandmaster not only knew medicine and fortune telling, but he could also collect souls."
"Soul collection? What kind of soul? Why are you suddenly acting all mysterious?"
“It’s true, my dad told me. He said that more than ten years ago, my grandmaster went to the front line to collect the souls of the fallen soldiers and guide them back to their homeland. Some of the soldiers’ families even communicated with their souls through my grandmaster.”
"You're exaggerating! Is that even possible?"
"Believe it or not, in a few days we will go to a temple in the suburbs of Beijing. If we happen to meet our master, we will ask him to bless us so that we can pass the imperial examination with flying colors."
"...May I pray for an early birth of a son?"
"...Our master said, sincerity brings results."
“Puchi—hahaha.”
Hearing this, Wenwen was practically bursting with laughter. Her grandmaster was truly multi-functional, practically a master of all trades. He could ensure safety while alive, cure illnesses when sick, collect souls after death, and even bless those who passed the imperial examinations and had children.
I wonder if my master will be satisfied with his status in the martial arts world!
Wenwen really wanted to record this conversation and listen to it for her grandmaster later, but alas, what a pity.
Just as she was overjoyed, she heard the waiter outside the door call out, "Young Master Luo, this way please."