"Yes, Master." The maid who was scolded had no choice but to endure the fatigue and soreness of her arms and continued to fan her hand vigorously.
The swaying fan kept blowing the breeze, making the man who was already sleeping on the rocking chair instantly feel cooler.
"Well, that's right. It's not easy for me to support you. Don't just do some work and think about how to be lazy all day long." At this moment, the man shook his head in satisfaction and said.
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"Master, the third uncle of the clan is here to see you." At the door, the housekeeper Kong Linliu walked in quickly to preach.
"Third uncle? You're so good. What's he doing here? It's not like someone from the imperial court is here to ask for food again!" After hearing Kong Lin's words, the man in the rocking chair closed his eyes and rested, opened his eyes and sat up slowly. said.
"Sir, I don't know much about this either. Third uncle came over in a hurry, as if he had something urgent to do." Kong Lin bowed his hands in salute.
"Then invite him in quickly!"
The man stood up, straightened his clothes a little, and then told the maid who was still fanning herself: "Go down first!"
"Yes, I thank you, Mr. Yan Shenggong." After hearing this, the maid quickly saluted the man as if she had been relieved of a heavy burden, and quickly exited the door.
"Look carefully, Xiao Cui has a pretty good figure..." Looking at the maid's beautiful back, Yanshenggong Kong Zhaohuan began to have lustful thoughts in his mind.
"Master, the third uncle is here."
After a while, Kong Lin led Kong Jimu, the third uncle of the Kong family, to call outside the door.
"Please come in quickly." Kong Zhao called, as if he was ready to greet him outside the door.
"Third Uncle, please come this way..." Kong Lin outside the door stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.
"Third uncle, that's polite of me." Seeing Kong Jimu coming in from the door, Kong Zhaohuan quickly bowed his hands and said hello.
In fact, Kong Zhaohuan has always been quite disgusted with Kong Jimu's meddling in the property, but after all, the other party is his elder uncle. Even if he is the noble Yanshenggong, he can't confide in front of him, lest it spreads out. I, Yan Shenggong, do not understand the etiquette of respect and inferiority.
You know, today's Emperor Qianlong is most taboo about this kind of thing. If this matter reaches him, and the emperor listens to the slander of the "treacherous young man" in the court, he may take away his reputation as Yanshenggong.
"Mr. Yan Sheng is so polite..." Kong Jimu also extended his hand to Kong Zhaohuan and bowed slightly.
"It's such a hot weather that Third Uncle still worked so hard to come here. It's really my nephew's fault. If anything happens, Third Uncle can just ask my nephew to come over." Kong Zhaohuan looked at the sweaty Kong Jimu and said politely.
"You're welcome, Mr. Yan Sheng. I can still walk with my old bones, so I'd better move around more." Kong Jimu replied.
"It's a blessing that Third Uncle is always strong and strong. I wonder why Third Uncle is here now?" Kong Zhaohuan asked doubtfully.
"There is indeed something, and it's a big deal!" Kong Jimu said, and the look on his face became serious.
"What's wrong? Did the imperial court send someone here again to ask for food?" Kong Zhaozhao looked at Kong Jimu and thought that this was the matter, and said as if nothing had happened. In fact, he was bleeding in his heart.
"Food? I have already given the food that the court asked for." Kong Jimu seemed not to have expected what Kong Zhaohuan would say, and answered after being stunned for a few seconds.
"Just give it. Although it is not easy for us as a family, it is not easy for the court to put down the rebels. If there is no army of the court to stabilize the world, how can the people of the world live and work in peace and contentment? As role models for the world's scholars, we should "be the best" The world is worried about you. "Third uncle, please be more worried. Once the court pacifies the short-haired thieves, everything will be fine." Kong Zhaohuan comforted Kong Jimu with an awe-inspiring expression.
Listening to Kong Zhaohuan's words, Kong Jimu felt as if ten thousand "grass and mud horses" were running past him.
I didn’t say anything, right? You were charged with such a "crime"? Besides, I don’t know what you are like, so don’t pretend to be a “sage”. If others don’t understand you, why don’t I understand you? If your kid hadn't been beaten so hard by Qianlong last year for being so pushy that even Yan Shenggong's reputation was almost wiped off, would your kid be as perverse as he is now?
"Xianwen③! There are no outsiders here, so you don't have to be like this." Kong Jimu looked at Kong Zhaohuan with contempt in his eyes and said.
Kong Jimu's words made Kong Zhaohuan's face slightly embarrassed for a moment, but then he recovered.
Indeed, although these words are high-sounding, they are in vain if they cannot be spread. What the imperial court came to transport were white rice and noodles from its own grain and grass. It would be a lie to say that I wasn't heartbroken. But they didn't show it at all. They didn't have the courage. After all, they had seen the barbarity of the Manchu people.
"Since the third uncle is not talking about food, why are you so anxious?" Kong Zhaohuan asked.
"You really don't know?" Kong Jimu asked.
"What's going on? What do I know?" Looking at Kong Jimu's look, Kong Zhaohuan felt strange.
"Did something go wrong when the emperor wanted to come to the Confucius Temple to worship?"
"It seems you really don't know yet." Kong Jimu sighed and said.
"What on earth is going on? Don't tell me anything." Kong Zhaohuan asked hurriedly.
"Do you know about the rebels' attack on Jiangning Mansion?" Kong Jimu asked.
"Of course we know this, otherwise the imperial court wouldn't have raised food to our house." Kong Zhaohuan nodded and said.
"Then do you know that the rebels went to the south to worship Confucius Temple?" Kong Jimu continued to ask.
"I haven't heard this yet, but I can probably expect it. There is nothing surprising. After all, there are many Confucian disciples on the rebel side. Why, the south side has surrendered to the rebels?" Kong Zhaohuan said.
"More than just surrendering, he has publicly recognized the rebels as the common masters of the world and called on the people of the world to rebel against the current imperial court. Drive out the Tartars and restore China." Kong Jimu replied sadly.
"How could it be possible? The head of the south is not such a brainless person. Now that the world has not yet decided, it is too early to rush to bet on the rebels. Although the rebels are jumping around now, as long as the court is free, There's no way we can deal with them at any time! Those from the south, aren't they too stupid?" Kong Zhaohuan also complained.
"Wait a minute, if the people from the south say this, then Emperor Qianlong must hate our Kong family?"
"You finally understand. The people from the south openly surrendered to the rebels, which is a slap in the face of the court. Now I think the entire court is looking at what we, Beikong, mean." Kong Jimu said.
"Then what are you thinking about? Hurry up to the imperial court and refute those from the south, saying that they are just branches and cannot represent the real Kong family. My Kong family recognizes that the current imperial court is the orthodox one." Kong Zhao called back.
"You must submit a letter, but what I am going to tell you next is what you really need to consider. This is related to our victory or defeat in Beikong..." Kong Jimu said worriedly.
Note ①: The god of river crab is here recently, so everyone understands.
②: Interested friends can search for the "Ding Wenbin case", and later what Yan Shenggong thought was true about the Shangshu court's affairs about the temple, which caused Qianlong's dissatisfaction and was scolded by Qianlong: "Kang Zhen personally sacrificed to Qufu, that is, Duke Yan Sheng bowed his head and swept the house, so why did he turn to protect the temple and blame Yousi?" (I went to your place to give you face, you should sweep the house and receive it yourself, why are you pretending to be a moron!)
③: The ancients paid attention to: the name is his character.
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