There must be those who are dissatisfied, but today Tai Shuyu's mood is ups and downs, and the gods belong to him, so they will fight and decide quickly.

"It's almost knowledgeable to learn, and it's almost a kind of person..." The old lady's great-grandson's little radish's head was shaking his head, then stuck, and admitted embarrassedly: "Sir, I forgot later..."

Tai Shuyu sat at the stone table, stopped writing after hearing this, and touched the head of the little radish: "Knowing shame is almost courageous. If you know this three, you will know how to cultivate yourself."

Those who find fault: "A gentleman is open and honest, what about the latter? First, child."

Tai Shuyu didn't look up and continued to study the map in her hand: "Oh, you're waiting for Chang Qiqi - you can't beat me, are you sure you want to fight?"

As he said that, a pinch of his fingertips, the ink pen suddenly broke into two pieces; and then threw it, the broken piece had been carved into the column of the pavilion corridor ten meters away, and it was three points into the wood.

Knowing that he had no strong pillars, he took a step back and bowed: "Cough... I'm disturbing."

Another one went up, and this time I saw the candidate in the hall, and I calmed down tacitly, making the old man's voice clearer and more harsh: "There is the way in the world, and sacrifices the way for the life; there is no way in the world, and sacrifices for the life for the life for the life. I have never heard of sages for the life for the life for the life for the life. Can the child know what the sage meant?!"

Hearing this, he whispered.

Some are sarcastic, some are incomprehensible, and some are silent.

Only those who agree with it will not agree, "Bookman" knows that he is the oldest person in Guangye Hall and the one who is most despised. He has not been able to pass the assessment to enter the previous class so far. Countless classmates come and go, and only he is here forever. Even the family feels embarrassing, except for his name, he only leaves him the sarcasm of "Bookman".

But even so, he could not tolerate a child who was not as weak as a young man, who had just ruined the Book of Sages with just a face!

"When the world's politics is clear, we should act with morality; when the world's politics is dark, we should defend morality with our lives. We have never heard of sacrificing morality and submitting to others." Tai Shuyu stopped writing, tilted her head and smiled calmly, "but she thought it was not a good idea."

The book fanatic sneered: "Zhu Zi is guilty and dare not."

"Well, I don't dare." Tai Shuyu withdrew her eyes: "I only know that no matter whether it is dark or clear, there has never been such a good thing in the world. If all of them are martyred, who will hold fire in the dark to illuminate the later generations?"

The book fanatic son frowned: "The Tao is above..." Before he finished speaking, he was already squeezed away by the next half-old child who couldn't wait.

"A gentleman is mean."

Yu: "The villain is against the doctrine of the mean."

"Learn from it, question it, and think carefully."

Yu: "Distinguish it clearly and practice it with great sincerity."

"What does it mean?"

...

At first, there were still people who were dissatisfied and followed the trend to make trouble. Later, I got used to Tai Shuyu's eyelids and didn't blink much. If you said the previous sentence, she would follow the next sentence, and I thought it was very useful.

It's equivalent to a quick search dictionary.

So soon a group of people gathered around her, and there was no stone bench, so she simply sat on the ground, and she was enumerating the letters and searched the classics and wrote the lessons and the lessons.

When you get stuck, you shout, and the answer comes out immediately. You don’t have to be scolded for being dull and dull.

Like playing games.

There are still such good things in the world occasionally.

The sun sets.

The Confucian scholars looked at the young students in the Suishing Hall with no confusion and were very humane and asked them to find someone to "debate".

"Thank you sir."

"No." The Confucian scholar sorted out the information on the table. Most of the students had run away, but the few people led by the window were still as steady as pine trees. "Mingji, Zhezhou, Qutingting, I'll just go, don't you go?"

Lin Quting poked around him.

Xue Mingji had just put down the copybook of the rubbing and said indifferently: "Yu Qingchen won't answer it."

The fact is that Tai Shuyu not only refused to accept it, but also used violence to open the way. When she walked to the gate, she looked back at the prison students who fell to the ground, not hurt much but were angry, sighed and said earnestly: "Arguers, I'm right. Don't you think about the situation where the other party doesn't like pussy?"

"It's still too young." She dragged her tone and left.

Just stayed there: "Ahhhh, Yu Qingchen has fought with you!"

"Get up first, you're pressing my thigh!"

"Hey hey, be gentle! It hurts!"

After leaving the Imperial College, Tai Shuyu went straight back to the green ant, took the wooden table, cups, sifted out a tool, climbed the apricot tree to pick petals, and made wine. Not far from Yu Guang, there were black shadows leaving and returning in turn.

Kong Ji rolled up his sleeves under the tree and held the escalator firmly, helplessly: "Sir, it's dangerous! Can you come down and let our family pick it up for you?"

"Be careful, sir! The flower branches on the left are a little thin and may not be able to bear it."

"Yes, go over and see a bunch of flowers in our house that are very fresh."

Return to Ning Hou Mansion.

The dead wood agarwood tributed in the lotus pond in the incense burner is quietly stained with lightness and calmness.

There are two stunning stunning scenes in the courtyard.

"You were extremely unpleasant when you were a child." Mu Qiyu knelt on the desk, with her fingers scorching hot cups and a warm pot. She was graceful and neither too slow. "I won't laugh when I'm happy, I won't make a fuss when I'm tired of it, and I'm also pretty and sharp. Although those who are in high positions need not be surprised by praise or criticism, a young child is not angry at all, so how can others dare to get close to me?"

Next, wash the tea.

Mu Qiyu picked out a touch of the tip of the sparrow tongue tea from the jade box at hand and put it in a cup: "But Chaoge, those who are far away in the world will not retreat because of this. You are not wrong."

"You guess," Mu Qiyu handed him a cup of tea, "After you played so many faces that pleased her, can she see clearly which one is you?"

The hot tea in the cup trembled and rippled on the back of the fingers, stinging slightly. Mu Chaoge had a tear mole at the end of his eyes, and his slight beauty was almost full of beauty.

I don't know if I heard it.

After a long time, he stood up and knelt on the ground, saying aloud and cold, "You must plan for those who are planning."

Mu Qiyu paused for a moment, raised her hand and drank it all. The elegant and sparse look on her face was a pair of three-point-like eyes, cold... and implicitly sad: "Don't you regret it?"

Mu Chaoge kowtowed: "Don't regret."

"Serious." Mu Qiyu lowered her eyes, "Go, I will help you."

**

Tai Shuyu's skill in brewing wine is easy to learn, picking flowers, cleaning, soaking, fermenting, sealing, burying wine, and digging out a jar of what I buried last time. Kong Ji was waiting beside him and taking action, silently remembering every step.

The wine made from petals does not have a strong taste. The wine leaking through the sealing of oil paper is clear and timeless.

Tai Shuyu couldn't help but pull the hoe with one hand, and pulled the seal with the other hand, making a move to fall.

Kong Ji took out the washed small jade white cup at the right time and held it in it.

Tai Shuyu poured two cups, sucked one cup slowly on her mouth, continued to hold the hoe tightly and buried the wine, raised her chin, and signaled Kongji to try another cup.

"Sir, where is our family match-" Kong Ji looked panicked, but his fingers holding the glass of wine were slender and pale, steady. Seeing that Tai Shuyu ignored him and did her work, she stopped talking and sucked slowly by her. She was surprised, "Sweet."

"Um."

Tai Shuyu buried the wine. Just then, the Jinyiwei fell from the eaves of the wall, half kneeled on the ground, and reported: "Sir, you are here."

She stood up to clean her hands, smiled, and said to Kongji, "There will be some movement tonight, just like last night, don't go out." After that, she carried the rest and returned to the inner hall.
Chapter completed!