The south of the Yangtze River is the richest in the world, the style of writing is at its peak, and the counties and prefectures are rich in seeds for reading.

Entering Yangchun City, you can see scholars everywhere on the streets, especially in elegant places like teahouses and restaurants. If you get a little closer, you can hear voices talking loudly and giving advice.

"I heard that the reckless man went to the capital for the hereditary scoundrel, and even whipped a third-grade official in public. He is really lawless and vulgar! If this reckless man really gets his wish, get a hereditary scoundrel for his reckless son.

, but it has chilled the hearts of thousands of scholars in the world!"

"Xu Laizi, that reckless man, won't be able to dance for long. With Zhang Shoufu here, how can he do what he wants? Hey, let's see, this lame man needs a good drink in the capital."

"It's true that Zhang Shoufu is indeed great and a role model for scholars of our generation! But the lame man is also reincarnated by heaven and will not be punished. His son is an unlearned and unskilled libertine. This daughter is shameless and a wanton two-legged incense burner. I heard that even

The ladies in the palace have all written the "Girl's Ring", let the widow from Beiliang learn from it!"

Qingniao frowned slightly. What's the difference between the words of these Confucian scholars in loose robes, broad belts, feather fans and silk turbans, and the gossip of women?

Jing Zhou lay in the carriage with his eyes closed and said: "You are so good that no one can be blamed, and nothing can be criticized. But most of these people wearing Confucian shirts have high vision and low hand. I have read a lot of sages' books, and I can read a lot of them.

Are you here for the sake of justice? Which official from the capital in the south of the Yangtze River cares about the sufferings of the people? This matter of being an untouchable is not as important in the eyes of these officials as scolding Xu Xiaolai."

"Scolding Xu Laizi and hitting the pillars from time to time to give him advice is the real way to achieve both fame and fortune. The life and death of the people at the bottom have nothing to do with these people. Most of the centuries-old dynasties will be ruined in these' great fortunes

Qingming's manpower."

"Don't be aggrieved for Beiliang. Don't talk about Xu Laizi. The hearts of scholars are aggrieved. Even the one on the Dragon Throne is not spared. It doesn't matter whether it's scolding or scolding, there are still a few kilograms of meat. These people are just mouths.

If you are really good at Kung Fu, if you really encounter the unreasonable Beiliang soldiers, you will probably be so scared that you will pee all over your pants. When that guy Xu Fengnian arrives in Jiangnan, you can take a look at the faces of these scholars."

The carriage drove for a while in the city and stopped in front of a restaurant.

The waiter in the restaurant has an eye for all directions and an ear for all directions, and his eyesight is naturally very good. The young man in front of him is wearing a purple robe with a very exquisite cut and texture, which is not something ordinary people can afford to wear. I heard that in the capital, this

Purple clothes are the most popular among princes and princes, and there is a saying that one ounce of robe is worth one ounce of gold.

Jiangnan Road respects feather fans, silk towels, and white Confucian shirts. This young man must have come from outside the country, and with his noble aura, he may be the prince or grandson of the capital city.

The waiter welcomed Jing Zhou to the window seat on the second floor, and Qing Niao ordered a few of the restaurant's specialty dishes.

There are many high-ranking families in the south of the Yangtze River. These scholars who come from famous families naturally attach great importance to their status. Which family does not have two handsome schoolboys with red lips and white teeth, or a maid who is 28 years old and is good at playing the piano and making tea.

Acting as a facade, rolling and surging at night?

At this time, a group of scholars on the second floor saw Qingniao dressed in tight clothes and with a cold expression. She was very different from the women they had seen before. Their eyes lit up. Many people thought about it and told the maids in the room to dress up like this when they got back.

I am used to eating Xiaojiabiyu, so I always need to change the taste.

What's more, although the Blue Bird is not the most beautiful girl in the country, it can be considered astonishingly beautiful. Coupled with the indescribable heroic spirit, it is particularly attractive. But a moment later, there was another scene on the second floor.

There were discussions, ranging from the king of the Zhao family to the high-ranking officials in Zhupao.

Especially when he cursed Tu Xuxiao, he not only spat with anger, but even banged the table.

Wouldn't it be possible for outsiders and the young lady in green to take a high look at such remarks?

"Having a lustful heart but no lustful courage, that's why the scholars rebelled, and it took three years." Jing Zhou's voice was loud and could be heard clearly on the second floor, and the faces of all the scholars suddenly changed.

These people who had read the sage's teachings that "the body should not lose its backbone when the sword and ax are applied to it" had just argued for a few words to let the outsiders know what the true meaning of the book was, when a green shadow appeared in front of their eyes.

Is that the young lady in green?

Is it possible that she is still a master?

The next moment, several people heard wind blowing in their ears and were thrown out of the window one by one.

A few people in Confucian shirts helped me get up from the ground. This time the backyard was really blooming!

The few people didn't care about the pain that was like splitting their buttocks in half. When they saw many people gathered around to watch, they blushed at first, then put away their buttocks and pointed at the second floor of the restaurant.

After being humiliated like this, why don't you scold me back with harsh words? Is this still the Son of Man?

"Disgraceful to politeness!"

"Sweep the floor politely!"

"There is no king's law in your eyes!"

"Swish, swish, swish", a sound broke through the air, and a few peanuts made these scholars shut their mouths immediately.

Jingzhou looked at the few scholars bending down and covering their mouths under the window, and said with a smile: "My ears are quiet now."

This scene just happened to be seen by the waiter who served the food.

Mom, how can this little lady in green, who seems to be more elegant than a handsome scholar, be able to pick someone up by their neck?

Throwing people away is like throwing flies. Why are you so cruel?

This is Jiangnan, not those barbarian Northern Liangs!

The scholar is a master of human beings, and he is just thrown away like this?

Besides, whoever can go up to the second floor has a good ancestor, and may be related to the four famous families in the south of the Yangtze River.

This young man in purple has made a big mistake!

Before the waiter could change his mind, he heard another shocking sentence: "You have read it on a dog, and you can't even scold me. Is this the character of the sage?"

"In this world, the most courageous scholars are undoubtedly the scholars of Western Chu. They have read three-thirds of the true meaning. Unfortunately, most of them died for their country."

The waiter was stunned for a while, and when he came to his senses, he collected his thoughts and sent the food and wine over.

If the sky fell, it wouldn't be able to hit him, the waiter.

After having had enough wine and food, Jing Zhou and the others left the restaurant and headed to Baoguo Temple.

When we arrived at Baoguo Temple, it was already afternoon.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The temple door is wide open, and the sandalwood scent is fragrant. Through the middle door, you can vaguely see the grandeur of the houses in the temple.

Luxurious carriages came from afar, and many young ladies got out of the carriages.

This Baoguo Temple not only retains the ink pens of literati, but also plants the most beautiful peonies in the world, which are loved by celebrities in the Qing Dynasty.

After getting off the carriage, Jingzhou looked up and saw that several tall towers in the temple were extremely spectacular. The ancient green trees were no more than the waist height of the towers. He was dressed in purple and had a slender figure. He stood very conspicuously in front of the temple. At first glance, he could tell that he had a good background.

Some scholars wanted to come forward and say a few words, but they saw Qingniao's face that no strangers should approach and a large spear with a scarlet tip.

Several scholars secretly thought it was a pity and entered Baoguo Temple together. However, the young ladies who entered the temple to offer incense were holding their chests in pain and had to stand far away, pretending to admire the flowers and plants in front of the temple. Seeing that the young man in purple seemed to be

After entering samadhi, he still refused to turn around, so he reluctantly entered Baoguo Temple.

At this young age, who wouldn’t be sentimental?

How many people come to this temple to worship Buddha?

Who doesn’t know the talented young master in Baoguo Temple?

If you can meet one or two of them, maybe it will become a good story.

The purple-clothed young man looked like he came from a big family. He had a scent of books about him. Just looking at his profile, he looked like the man in the painting.

What about a straight face?

How can such a person miss the point?

After looking at the tower twice, Jingzhou turned to the ancient pine trees in front of the temple, whose branches turned left and right, like a blue dragon.

"This is called the Wolong Pine. I heard that if you break off a branch, it will bleed." The little beggar with sallow skin walked over from the side and stood timidly two feet away and stopped coming forward.

Jingzhou turned around and smiled at the ragged little beggar: "It's just a tree, how can it bleed? It's just that this pine should have grown tall and straight, but it has become like this after being passed by human hands."

The little beggar nodded and whispered: "Brother Chen also said so."

"Brother Chen? Does your brother like to study?" Jing Zhou smiled faintly and waved towards the little beggar, gesturing for her to come over.

The little beggar looked at the scholar lady who was walking towards the temple in luxurious clothes. He shook his head and stopped answering. Instead, he turned to the spring pool on the side, holding on to the rugged stones, and walked down in small steps.

When Jingzhou saw her bending over to pick up some coins, he suddenly remembered something.

The "Brother Chen" this little girl talks about is not Chen Xiliang, who is it?

He vaguely remembered that this little girl had a paralyzed grandfather who made a living by begging. If his grandfather fell ill, he would come to Baoguo Temple to pick up a few coins, but he did not dare to pick up more. Each time he only took enough coins to buy half a basket of steamed buns.

Chen Xiliang saw that she was pitiful, so he often helped the beggar.

She shook her head to herself, probably because she was afraid of getting into trouble.

"Little bitch, who asked you to go down to pick up copper coins? Don't you know that the copper coins in this spring are merit money?" The voice was sharp and mean, and a woman came from behind, followed by several well-dressed servants and maids.

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The little beggar stood in the water, lowered his head and said: "The master in the temple allowed me to pick it up. The master said it doesn't matter how many pieces I pick up at a time."

"How dare you talk back, you little bitch? Who gave you the courage!" the woman yelled, her anger rising.

She heard that her husband was flirting with women in the Baoguo Temple and doing restless things with that vixen, and she was already full of resentment. Now she heard the harsh words from this bitch's mouth, and she became even more angry.

"I won't pick it up anymore. I won't pick it up anymore." The little beggar let go of the few copper coins in his hand with red eyes.

The woman said gloomily: "Is it okay if you don't pick it up? How can a Buddhist holy land be desecrated by a bitch like you? Go and catch that little bitch!"

The little beggar instinctively stepped back, tripped over a stone, and fell into the spring.

Jingzhou frowned and said coldly: "Is it considered blasphemy to pick up a few coins? Not even the monks in the temple said a word of no."

The woman turned around and glanced forward. Seeing that the person who made the noise was not a humble dog, she felt a little apprehensive. But in a flash, she remembered that her husband's family was also one of the most prominent families in the area, and her mother's family was closely related to the empress in the palace.
To be continued...