Yesan Geng naturally understood that her sister had never cared much about anything other than herself and her younger brother, who was more important to her than herself, just like the words she often said in the past few years. Same as, "Life and death depend on the sky, each is determined by fate."
Ever since she was a child, she had been able to arrange everything without missing a thing, down to the smallest details. However, it was only for the two of them, but she always said something to others, "God has arranged everything, how can manpower control it?" "if. Thinking about my big family, even if the old man in the family has a lot of things to do, he can't control his pretty capable granddaughter.
In the middle of the night, my memory must be a few years ago, when my sister was studying at Guozi Xingtan Temple, the highest university in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Guozi Xingtan Temple was organized and established during the reign of the late Emperor Guotai. Most of the officials appointed in the previous dynasty were talented people recommended by various Taoist prefectures. Not to mention that Emperor Guotai, the second great Zhou sage who had only been in power for five years, was also single-minded. Confucian scholars who want to learn. In the past five years, the dynasty has carried out drastic reforms in promoting the official system. Selecting and appointing talents can open the door to convenience for the people of the world. Recommendation has been changed to a scientific examination, so that disciples from poor families can have a career and an official position, instead of just acting on behalf of others. Generation after generation, the people face the loess and turn their backs to the sky.
It is precisely because of this that the Guozi Xingtan Temple came into being, gathering the world's most well-educated people. The studious talents from all over the Zhou Dynasty gathered here. The Xingtan Temple outside Yanzhou City, the ancestral home of Confucianism, is not as popular as the Xingtan Temple in the capital. At that time, there was a saying that "the branches of apricot branches are trampled on".
It is precisely because of such high esteem that it is not an easy task for Guozi Xingtan Temple to hold the title of grand sacrificial wine. It is said that those who are learned and rich will definitely have the talent to compete in bullfighting. This is true. From the time the temple was built to the present, it has been fifty or sixty years. There have been four great sacrifices, one with eyes higher than the other. Thinking about it, he was used to the royal family's supreme treatment of being courteous to him, so he always felt that he was superior to everyone else.
This is especially true for the former great priest, Jiu Mao Nanxing, who had a goatee and stuck up his nostrils to look at people all day long!
I happened to be on my way that day. She had been sleepy since she was a child reading a book in the middle of the night and never thought of going to Xingtan Temple. On this day, by some strange mistake, she took a wrong turn to look for her sister.
With a face that was considered unpopular in the imperial city, he entered the highest university in Zhou Dynasty in the middle of the night without issuing any entry and exit documents, which was not allowed to non-teachers and students.
He happened to be bumped into by the great priest who was wandering around the highest school with nothing to do all day long. When he couldn't get the entry and exit documents after asking for them, Dajijiu scolded Ye Sanzeng a few words, and then ordered Ye Sanzeng to go out.
In the middle of the night, the old man didn't want to get involved with this pedantic scholar who took all the shackles of the system and laws as his only standard, so he turned around and left. Unexpectedly, after the old man followed the midnight out of the door, he sharply rebuked the gatekeepers, scolding them for not being able to do anything. Follow the rules and put in a "miscellaneous person". That was all. Ye Sangen felt that his fault was that he didn't care about it, but the old man got even more serious. He seemed to be criticizing Huai Huai and even threatened to report to the court to remove these concierge guards who had neglected their duties.
Ye Sangeng thought that this was his fault. He had entered this top university in the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was well-guarded in the eyes of ordinary people, with a few connections and no experience. I guess the old man knew what was going on. The reason is that after all, he has a certain reputation in Xibo City.
But he also followed the advice of this old scholar and left Guozi Xingtan Temple. How could he end up involving these innocent guards?
In the middle of the night, I felt angry from the bottom of my heart, and I was also worried that if I took action, I might be able to send this inflexible old man to death with just one finger, so I argued with him for a few words, which could be regarded as helping the guards to talk out their anger. Even if they were really reported to the imperial court and dismissed from their posts, it would not be impossible for them to go out and get them to work elsewhere.
Unexpectedly, the old man was so unreasonable that he pointed at midnight and said, "If you don't follow the rules, you won't be able to follow the rules." He was so filled with indignation that he seemed to be trembling with anger and said, "If you ask, you will get what you want, and if you restrain, you will stop what you want." "You must do what you are told," and even talked about the principle that "children cannot be taught". He also looked like a charlatan who has seen through the world, stroking his goatee, which students privately called cow tail hair, and said, "Such a young man can't teach." The bullshit remarks of "obeying the law will harm the country".
The old scholar quoted the scriptures all the time, not to mention the few guards who had not attended a private school for a few days. Even those who had been force-fed various scriptures at home since childhood felt that they had committed some heinous crime. .
In the middle of the night, he originally planned to ignore this pedantic old scholar who talked about rules and regulations, but he never imagined that this old man would be yelling and going crazy here for a while, which completely made everyone who thought there was something fun to watch. My sister saw it.
Maybe others don't know that my sister is almost extremely doting on Midnight, let alone a fourth-grade grand sacrificial wine. I'm afraid that today, if someone says that Midnight is wrong, this person who has been protecting the calf since he was a child will lead to... The proud sister wants to save her brother's face.
There was no need for others to add fuel to the fire. My sister couldn't stand the fact that the old man was acting like a village woman to her brother when he scolded her, so she stepped forward and told her that she usually respects the good prince at least on the surface. The high priest with a transcendent status in Xingtan Temple began to reason.
My sister is a very knowledgeable person. First she asked the great priest in a roundabout way why he scolded his younger brother, and then she caught a loophole in his words. Then starting from this point, this old man is so powerful in the big festival. Zhou made loud noises at the entrance of the highest school, disrupting teaching and disturbing students' studies. His sister said that he was left speechless with trembling fingers.
The old scholar said, "It's hard to raise a villain with a girl" and then left angrily. He even said that he would go to the emperor to complain to the emperor and punish this lawless girl who had no respect for her teachers and no respect for her teachers. .
In the eyes of the old scholar, the lawless sister would definitely not care about these so-called charges that were forcibly planted. At that time, she ignored the old man who walked angrily towards Ouchi Imperial City. But do you think this matter will just go away?
Based on my understanding of my sister in the middle of the night, in front of all the students and students, I was just trying to save my brother's face by holding the wine ceremony. It is obviously impossible to expose the fact that my brother was humiliated in public. It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. It's not too late for this little girl. Revenge is from morning till night.
After returning home, my elder sister began to inquire about the grand sacrificial wine's preferences, habits, and trivial life. After only one night, she went to the inner courtyard of the palace on the pretext of delivering tea to the Queen Mother, and lost a snuff bottle in a quiet place without anyone noticing. Then he arranged for the servants to go to the brothel and find a school clerk who would wander around the door of the old scholar's mansion, going around and around.
Immediately afterwards, my sister sent someone to find the poems and articles written by the old scholar in his life, and worked day and night to annotate and interpret them from beginning to end.
This slang sister who strikes first and then suffers disaster may not be aware of it, but she knows that unless there is something important, she will not listen to the music until after noon, so she arranges everything in a leisurely manner, and makes sure that everything that can happen cannot happen. They all considered it clearly, and even Ye San Geng, the bewildered judge on the side, felt that her sister's plan was obviously to trample the old man to death.
Waiting for the morning court a few days later, a fourth-rank official who had no right to go to court and a prince from Xingtan Temple knelt down outside the gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony with a royal scepter early in the morning, asking for a copy of the lawless female doll. The memorial not only described the girl as being disrespectful to teachers, but also said that it was her upbringing that made her disrespectful.
The mouth of a literati is like a knife that kills without showing blood.
This matter can be big or small. To put it in a small way, it means that a student in a private school contradicted his teacher. But in a big way, it means that he does not take the millions of literati in the world seriously.
Emperor Wen Sheng, who had just ascended the throne at that time, was also unable to offend both sides due to many reasons. With a piece of edict, he asked Dali Temple, which was supposed to handle major cases, to investigate such trivial matters to show that the saint was responsible for The attention of readers.
Dali Temple was in a dilemma when it came to accepting this hot potato. At the moment, this short-lived idiot might as well put his head in his waistband to hunt down the robbers and capture the key criminals. What's more, the higher-ups also need a reasonable explanation to let the third-level The Minister of Dali Temple really didn't know how to start.
The old scholar waited for news. Dali Temple was in a mess, but the sister who was in the center of the whirlpool was at ease. She taught a group of children a few limericks and asked them to shout them at the gate of Dali Temple every day.
"The sun is shining brightly in the east, and Mr. Mao Beikong has appeared. He stands tall among the chickens and laughs at the dragons, and the birds fly past to ask whether they are male or female."
Mao Nanxing, who named himself Mr. Beikong, was the grandson of Xingtan Temple.
The speaker has no intention of listening, but the minister of Dali Temple is having a headache over the huge trouble that Mao Nanxing has brought for him. After listening to these few jingles, he feels very strange, especially this is something that ordinary people rarely mention. The word "dragon" also appears, but it is still "fulong". There is a problem.
There was a famous registrar in Dali Temple who studied under Mao Nanxing. Hearing these few jingles, he didn’t think much about it. He just said that his teacher had written a poem back then and presented it to an old friend who had resigned from office after serving as an official in the same dynasty for several years:
Don't worry about the differences in the Qing Dynasty, and sigh that you and I are in the east and the west.
The crane never looks at the dragon, how can the birds know whether they are male or female.
The Minister of Dali Temple also accompanied the tiger day and night. After hearing this poem, he was frightened as soon as he thought about it. No matter what the meaning of the poem was, the word "hidden dragon" on his face made him frightened. At that moment, I did not dare to make my own decisions anymore, so I presented the limerick and the poem written by Mao Nanxing to the emperor.
At this time, the emperor was also worried about family affairs, because he found a snuff bottle in the inner palace.
Who is the Holy Spirit? That is a human spirit-like existence.
You must know that snuff bottles are small objects that some elegant people play with, and the great sacrificial wine is precisely the person who is known to love snuff bottles the most.
As a result, the entire Imperial City and the Imperial Palace began to discuss the matter. Regardless of whether those women in high positions knew about the twists and turns, the unconventional thing of a Confucian master embarrassing a woman was enough to become a casual conversation after dinner.
Public opinion began to turn one sided, coupled with the poem in the memorial submitted by Dali Temple that could be classified as a satirical poem comparable to a rebellion.
This chain of forcible frame-ups can be considered thoughtful, and the emperor didn't need to think too much to know who arranged it.
Dali Temple could no longer control it, so the emperor had no choice but to send his own people to investigate. After understanding the cause of the incident, coupled with his understanding of this "lawless and lawless" female doll, the consequences would also come to light.
This matter spread a lot in the past few days, and then some meddlesome people reported that this self-esteemed great scholar, the great scholar of Xingtan Temple, was drinking with prostitutes. Mao Nanxing couldn't wash himself away even if he jumped into the Yellow River, and fell ill in bed in anger.
The emperor had no choice but to deal with the girl from the Ye family. He scolded her a few words quietly, and then found an excuse to send Mao Nanxing to Shangzhou as a farewell party. Only then did he suppress this farce.
With just a few simple moves, a fourth-rank official was removed from the capital. Who would dare to think that this was the work of a young girl?
The reason is just to vent his anger for his brother.
But this shrewd mind is only willing to help his younger brother. Even if it is difficult for him to be the old man in his family, his sister just refuses to share his worries even if he has a headache.
Not to mention Bo Jinhou, whom I had only known for a few days.
My sister asked me to teach Bo Jinhou martial arts to help him take revenge. Even now, I haven't figured out what my sister is thinking. But depending on my sister's temper, I'm afraid that's all.
In the future, whether the road is long or not, it really doesn't matter.
