Yinti didn't notice the young man's handsome features, but there was a hint of venom on his face. He quietly approached, and heard the young man say in a sarcastic tone: "You are here to see what good words the Tatars can write."
?Haha, it’s really like having to make a frame and erect an archway at the same time.”
"What are you talking about!" Several scholars yelled angrily, and one of them said: "We are not like you, we just came here to have a look. We cherish our motherland!"
"Come and take a look?" The young man sneered: "Caring about the motherland? People who really care about the motherland will either go to the mountains with their hair scattered, or plan to raise troops. Who will come here, you have no idea? You want everything, but in the end you will get nothing.
, are you really stupid or are you just pretending to be stupid?”
"You just want to work for the Tatars, so you are attacking us here!" The scholar is quite smart. They were at the edge of the garden and their voices were not loud. No one except Yinti paid attention to them. "You must be a kid.
They are greedy for wealth, so they are wiping the Tatars’ butt by insulting me!”
Regardless of whether what he said makes sense or not, he first puts a big hat on others and attacks his views by attacking his character. Yin Ti was speechless when he heard this. It is true that this practice has been around since ancient times and still has a large market in the 21st century.
The young man sneered, ignored them at all, and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, the few scholars probably felt that they had lost face and did not have an advantage in words, so they wanted to fight with less, and the few scholars looked at each other,
Pounced forward suddenly!
"What are you doing!"
As soon as the words came out, Yinti stood up and kicked a scholar into the corner. He had come to eavesdrop on his own, and he did not bring any eunuchs or guards with him. Fortunately, the people he faced were all rookies. Yinti said unceremoniously that he
You can fight three against one. Several scholars ran away rolling and crawling.
"Thank you, uh, brother." The young man looked Yinti over, and after thanking him, he said, "Why does your little brother's hair look like this? You should shave more of it, so as not to cause trouble."
Yinti's hairstyle is in the same vein as that of Kangxi. The hairline on the forehead is shaved evenly, and then the hair is combed back into braids. The long sideburns can still be seen. Their uncles and brothers currently have the same hairstyle, and they also have forehead hair.
Shaved ones are rare.
But this boy is not. His hairstyle is closer to that in later TV dramas, with the front half of his head shaved and the back tied in big braids.
"My hair has been like this since I was a child." Yinti touched his head, "Why does anyone still care about hair now? When I came here, I saw old farmers harvesting in the fields, and their hair was just braided." Even wearing shorts, their hair was
You can comb it as you please and no one will care.
"There is no one to take care of the old farmers, and the imperial court cannot send flag soldiers to guard every household. Nowadays, everything is sparse and no one takes it seriously." The young man said: "It's just that I saw that my little brother is also a scholar. He will be an official in the imperial examination in the future.
If others are looking for trouble, the North must also be careful."
This man is not bad, at least he knows what is good and what is good. Yinti thought that maybe he said this because he helped him.
"Thanks for the reminder, but no one cares about it now, and look over there, isn't Mr. Gu the same?"
The young man shrugged: "He crossed the road before the emperor. It's hard to compare, but... my little brother's family is also an official, right? A bannerman? If so, then it doesn't matter."
"I haven't asked for your name yet. May I ask for your surname?"
The young man smiled, clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sinking. I'm right in my words. Now I'm studying with Mr. Liang Fengu."
"If the chest is upright, the eyes will be clear." Yinti smiled and said: "Comes from Mencius, Li Loushang. Good name, good calligraphy. My name is Anxiu, you can call me Anxiu."
After a pause, ordinary officials' children would not tell others how to address themselves in such a loud manner. His accent came from the north, so he might be a son of a high-ranking official. However, he has encountered injustice in his life, and at least his character is not bad. .
"Zhongzheng!" Gu Zhenguan called him over there and turned his head, revealing Yinti behind him.
"Mr. Gu!" Yinti smiled: "Long time no see, An Xiu wants to greet you." He clasped his fists, and Gu Zhenguan clasped his fists as well. Shen looked at him and confirmed his thoughts. This boy is really from a distinguished family.
"I'm not hiding anything from Zhongzheng. Today's protagonist, Nalan Rongruo, is my brother, so when we are in Beijing, we often meet Mr. Gu." Yinti smiled and said, "If nothing happens, let's find a place to sit down and chat?" I see that you are not very happy to entertain these people."
Yinti is talking about the scholars who came here today, just like the few who just said that they "miss the motherland" and "come here to see what good literary talents the Tatars can have". In fact, they are either planning to take the opportunity to climb up the ranks, or If you want to step on Rong Ruo and rise to the top, anyway, it's all about fame and fortune.
Gu Zhenguan waved his hand to the student, indicating that he did not need to come over. He bowed slightly to express his understanding, then turned around and agreed: "Then let's sit over there."
"Why did Zhongzheng quarrel with those people?"
Shen poured tea and said with a smile: "I didn't quarrel with them. It was because they made rude remarks and insisted on quarreling with me. They insisted on saying that Li Chengdong was the pillar of the Ming Dynasty. Jiading just lacked military pay, not like what happened in Yangzhou. I said it was a snake and a rat. What's the difference between Yangzhou and Cao Cao's massacre of Xuzhou? Li Chengdong, on the other hand, killed people when he wanted money? Why didn't he kill his master?
It's just a joke that the conscience is still intact. As a result, they said that even Wu Sangui and Hong Chengchou should be regarded as heroes and loyal heroes after all, so they started to quarrel."
Oh, Schrödinger’s conscience, Li Chengdong, the king of Ningxia in the Ming Dynasty, nicknamed Zhongwu...
Yinti blinked and listened calmly and continued: "Those are all poor scholars. They think that they plan to be filial sons and grandsons of any dynasty or generation, which means they have a conscience. I say, they just treat the common people as nothing, and those with the surname Zhu When you are an emperor, your surname is... If you are an emperor, you will have a sword on your neck."
That should be considered jingzhu?
Yinti grinned: "Yongli granted Li Chengdong the title of Duke. If he really stabilizes half of the country in the south of the Yangtze River, then he will be able to sit firmly as the Duke..."
"The people of Jiading died in vain."
Shen Lai smiled casually and said: "They only think about meritorious deeds. They feel that as long as they make meritorious deeds and die, they will be part of the meritorious deeds. There is no need to mourn or feel bad. I couldn't bear to ask at that time. They said it was all instigated by the Tatars. Are they clean? Talking about King Rui, King Yu’s crimes are monstrous, not to mention whether he can be beaten or not, can he represent those people that they are good people?"
No, Yinti shook his head and said: "Dorgon, Duduo is a bastard. He can't prove that waste is not waste and scum is not scum. Those few people, with this so-called idea of making contributions, give them a chance, maybe they can do better than Li Chengdong and others. It's even more extreme. How can outsiders care about the pain that cuts through your skin?"
"May I ask if Zhongzheng is also from Weiyang and Jiading?"
Shen Lao smiled easily: "That's right. It's just that after Li Zicheng broke through the capital and before Shi Daolin defended the city, my family was already in ruins. The manor was overthrown by the serfs, and the whole family fled, leaving many dead. When I came back, Shi Daolin took charge of the overall situation. I My grandfather also knew him, and he heard about those people in Zhu Yousong's court, such as Ma Shiying and others, so he took his whole family to other places."
"For this reason, I initially hated the serfs. I gnashed my teeth and felt my heart pierce with hatred. It was all their fault that I, a good official son, fell into the marketplace."
Shen Liao felt that there was no burden in talking to the person opposite, "I later discovered that who wants to be a slave and a maid for the rest of their lives? If there is a chance, why can't they be a master? If you think about it, you don't hate them anymore. I don’t even hate him anymore, and I don’t care who becomes the emperor. Anyway, my family’s land will never come back.”
A change of dynasty means fame and fortune to a small number of people, but it is miserable to most people. Yinti felt that he could not laugh, so he could only squeeze out one sentence: "Cherish the quiet days."
The two people sat facing each other in silence, and then slowly chanted: "I may be sad for my relatives, but others have also sung their songs. What is the way to die? I support my body on the same mountain."
"Today was supposed to be a social time, but I spoiled An Xiu's interest. I'm really sorry." Shen clasped his fists and said, "I see Cheng Rongruo is here too, would An Xiu want to go over and have a look?" "
"...No need, he and I meet frequently in Beijing. Apart from Zhongzheng, there is no one worth making friends with here." Yinti stood up and said, "I'll take my leave now. We'll see you again by fate."
The banquet lasted for a long time, and it wasn't until the end of the song that everyone dispersed, and then they walked to the pavilion in the garden and asked, "Sister, what do you think of Cheng Rongruo?"
The woman in the pavilion smiled and said: "He is a good person. What about you, do you know anyone interesting?"
"I met someone, but he is probably from a royal family, and he talks without any scruples."
After thinking about An Xiu's style, he said, "He said that he is the son of the Prime Minister, but from my words and demeanor, it is very likely that he is a prince, or even a prince. Didn't Mr. Gu say that he has also seen the clan in Beijing? Brother?"
"How did you guess that?" The woman was very curious. Her younger brother could easily look down on others.
He said calmly: "He called Dorgon and Duoduo bastards. He showed no hesitation. It shows that he is used to telling the truth."
"..." The woman was silent for a while before saying, "That's very, very straightforward."
When Yinti returned to Zhizao Mansion, he remembered what Shen Liao had said to him and couldn't sleep well all night. The next morning, with dark circles under his eyes, he went to greet Kangxi. He didn't want the emperor to take the prince to Ming Xiaoling, and Yinti had been told In a few days, the emperor will bring the prince and other ministers to worship at Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum.
"Do I have to go too?"
"The Emperor didn't say anything about this. We have to listen to the Emperor's instructions later."
Yinti didn't need to say hello, he strolled towards the Weaving Department, and unexpectedly met Rong Ruo at the door of the Weaving Department, and there was another person, Rong Ruo's father-in-law, leading the minister of bodyguard Pu Erpu.
"That girl of mine has been spoiled by her family since she was a child. She may have a bad personality and is not considerate." Pu Erpu said: "She is younger than you. Chengde, please be more tolerant."
"Father-in-law is polite. She is quite stable at home and the family is in harmony."
Puerpu just nodded, "That's good, that's good." His daughter went home and cried. After hearing the cause and effect, Puerpu and his wife just felt helpless. What you said was so unpleasant, and the person in charge of the house was called Nanmanzi by name.
, you still blame the Ming government for not giving the child to you?
Do you dare? I'm not afraid that you might do something wrong if you are confused for a moment!
The First Class Duke also didn't understand. His daughter looked so smart, but how could she act so stupidly?
In Beijing, the daughter-in-law can say hello to the wife of the head of the Ming Dynasty, but the son-in-law of the person concerned has to work hard. The couple can't live in a stalemate.
"It's just that the princess in my house talked about my ex-wife the day after we got married," Rong Ruo smiled and sighed: "This temper is bad enough. She is still young. If she comes home and says that she really doesn't like me, my son-in-law will never keep her.
.My family can tell me that I am living and drinking outside, so as not to hinder Gege’s reputation."
This makes it very clear that your daughter and your family want to divorce and remarry. At least Rongruo has no objection to it, and he is willing to take the blame. Pu Erpu was confused, thinking of the lukewarm look of the pearl in the capital, this family
We were married, how did it end up like this?
"First-class gentleman?" Yinti was behind, a little worried about what Puerpu would do if he took action, but now he saw that this man was reasonable.
"Brother, how are you doing?"
"Okay, First Class Duke led the guards, thank you for your hard work."
After a few words of greeting, Pu Erpu left, and Yinti said to Rong Ruo: "Do you want to go out? Take me for a walk." Unexpectedly, Rong Ruo's expression was a little embarrassed, and Yinti frowned, something happened.
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