Boom!
Summer sky with dense clouds.
All the Confucian scholars came to the podium in the academy.
At this time, Wang Jingshu was resisting the accountability from many old scholars on her own, and at the same time, she had to guard against backstabbing from fellow Confucian cultivators.
Not far away, her confidantes were crowded together, their eyes full of worry.
The parents of the beauties were following behind, like wolves protecting their cubs, staring at Wang Jingshu, wanting to tear her into pieces.
On a certain level, there is nothing wrong with the emotion of freedom itself.
But Wang Jingshu did violate public order and good customs, and violated the moral standards recognized by the public.
"The reason why human beings are different from animals is precisely because we do something and don't do something. I don't agree with what Wang taught me. If the world only respects personal preferences and ignores human relations, wouldn't it mean that etiquette and music will be ruined and order will be ruined? None? If things go on like this, how will humans be different from animals?" An old man pointed at Wang Jingshu and said sadly.
Wang Jingshu said: "Men can have three wives and four concubines, why do women have to obey three virtues and four virtues? We have neither hindered anyone nor violated the laws of Dachu. If we must live according to the framework set by others, then we have nothing to do with it. Compared with animals, who lives in a cage?"
"As a teacher, you should have the ethics of a teacher and set an example for all your disciples. The moral quality of ordinary people can be low, but you cannot!"
"Wang Jiaoxi! Ask yourself, is what you have done worthy of the robe you are wearing?" A fellow academy teacher stood up and started a formal backstab.
Wang Jingshu had already had a premonition and was not surprised. Instead, she said calmly: "Morality? Whose morality? Morality is that you, Mr. Qian, got drunk in Hua Street last night, and then wrote seven words on my sister's body with a splash of ink. Rhythmic poetry?"
Qian Jiaoxi trembled at Wang Jingshu's words and could only roar angrily: "That's nonsense! That's nonsense!"
"Smoke hangs from the willows in the Fireworks Alley, and the charming and enchanting people talk about sages. Calligraphy, painting, music, chess, and poetry are drunk, and the red and white roses are all played again." Wang Jingshu said one sentence at a time, and every word was heart-wrenching.
Upon hearing this, Qian Jiaoxi spat out a mouthful of blood, and was defeated by the aura of Haoran.
Wang Jingshu won the first city, but it was not considered a victory because she had too many opponents.
A staid middle-aged Confucian scholar came over with a ruler in his arms and looked at Wang Jingshu with a cold face: "It is not upright, morally wrong, breaking etiquette and law without self-examination, and you should be punished."
After saying that, he raised the ruler in his hand and was about to hit Wang Jingshu.
He is the discipline instructor in the academy. He is old-fashioned, but he can also be called a model of etiquette.
The only one in the family is his old wife, who is eight years older than him. She has no children, and has never heard of any scandals about him. She has a breeze on her sleeves and is not stained by the smell of copper.
Such people seem to be born to be feared.
"There are three kinds of unfilial piety. The worst is not having an heir. Mr. Luo! When you wake up in the middle of the night, can you hear the cries of your ancestors?" Wang Jingshu avoided the ruler and then asked coldly.
Luo Jiaoxi said: "The fate of children is determined by heaven and is not man-made. However, if you hold your body improperly and act recklessly, you are an animal and not a human being!"
Wang Jingshu said: "Master said that 'man can conquer nature', what does Luo Jiao think?"
Luo Jiaoxi froze. The person he admired most in his life was his master. He often talked about his remarks and regarded himself as his disciple.
Now that Wang Jingshu was frozen in words, her expression changed several times.
"Since you are my sister, you should uphold your integrity and maintain my reputation. How can you... tarnish my reputation like this?" Luo Jiaoxi asked Wang Jingshu.
Wang Jingshu laughed loudly: "He is him, and I am me! We are all individuals with independent personalities, and he imposes his honor and disgrace on me. Dare I ask Luo Jiaoxi, who is your morality... ?”
"If the intention is not right, then the intention is bad. Teacher Luo! You have been upright all your life. I will ask you today, I, Wang Jingshu, am a treasonous person and deserve to die... but how can I blame my brother for this matter?"
Looking at Mr. Luo, who was silent but swaying slightly as if he was unsteady on his feet, Wang Jingshu's lips curled up into a smile.
"Thanks for that little note."
"I don't know what kind of helpers my brother-in-law arranged for me. He is so powerful. He not only helped me catch the painful feet of some people, but also found the right opening to break their words." Wang Jingshu thought to herself.
One person fought against the Confucians, but Wang Jingshu had the upper hand.
Waves of clouds and waves rolled in the sky, and it seemed that the Thunder God and the Queen of the Wind were also helping to show off their power at this time.
A man who looked a little naughty came over with a stack of letters in his hand.
"Wang Jiaoxi! These are the details of the whole story written by several female gentlemen. It describes in detail how you deceived and bewitched them, blackmailed and coerced them as my husband's sisters, and obeyed your obscenities."
"See for yourself!" The man handed the letter to Wang Jingshu.
Wang Jingshu didn't believe it at first, but after opening the letters and looking at the familiar fonts on them, cracks appeared in Wang Jingshu's heart.
At the same time, the majestic aura of awe was hovering above his head, threatening to pour down and crush his soul.
"No! These are all fake!"
"You dare to forge letters?" Wang Jingshu forced herself to calm down and then asked.
"Forgery?"
"There are also handwriters of these letters present. You might as well ask them on the spot...ask them if I forged this letter?" the man said confidently.
Wang Jingshu glanced at the group of close friends.
Several of them lowered their heads and shed tears, and then started sobbing.
It seems that it can be seen as the grievance of being threatened, but it can also be understood as the guilt of betraying a lover.
No need to ask anymore, the answer couldn’t be clearer.
Boom!
Thunder exploded repeatedly, and Wang Jingshu felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
The whole person took two steps back, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"If you have any trump cards, show them quickly! Don't hesitate!" A voice sounded in Wang Jingshu's ears.
Wang Jingshu subconsciously took out a piece of 'talisman paper' from her arms and threw it out.
Don't talk nonsense!
The paper talisman hung in the air, and everyone was still confused.
But I heard the greasy man said with a proud smile: "These confidants of yours are infatuated with you, but they must have families! Some families have little wealth, which is easy to control. We only need to capture their parents and brothers, and they will not be able to control them." No. There are also some who have strict upbringings and whose parents are forcing them to die. They can only obey our arrangements and write these accusations. There are also some... We just need to use a little trick and tell them that this is for you. Well, they actually believed it."
As he spoke, he laughed wildly.
Little did he know that the faces of some people behind him had turned completely gloomy.
When Wang Jingshu heard this, she immediately cheered up a little, and her originally distracted mind also cheered up again.
"That's it! What a vicious trick!"
"In order to target me, no... in order to use me as a stain, to drag down my brother, you really did everything you could!"
"Okay! Very good!"
"With people like you, no wonder you are not recognized by Haoran Qi and can only act as hypocrites and be despised by others."
"No matter how miserable I am, Wang Jingshu, I am cleaner than you. Get out!"
The aura of awe shook, and the slick man rolled out of the podium.
