After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

Chapter 111 Unusual

Yingge smiled and said, "Since you asked me, what did you think? How did you raise such a bold girl who studies and practices martial arts?"

"I'm a teacher, so of course I teach whatever I want to teach." Zhixing answered the question irrelevantly.

Yingge nodded to show that she understood. "Reality must be a good man."

Mr. Zhixing said with a snort, "Thank you very much for your kindness, sir. I will continue to work hard."

Yingge had no choice but to smile and continue reading. She was really reading, not reading to avoid the problem. Zhixing just frowned slightly. This time the two of them talked about the things they each doubted, but it seemed that nothing was said. As Yingge herself said, she was working hard to become a teacher in the future, so for this purpose, no matter how hard you work or not, as long as you don't suddenly appear to disrupt her plan, the two of them will still get along peacefully.

It affects her purpose, but how could it not be affected given her identity?

No, this sentence cannot be viewed in this way now, because she doesn't know her identity yet, so there is no problem with her plan. She wants to be a teacher in the future, so is this why Yingge chose her as a teacher?

This little girl is a cunning person at heart, but she never dreamed that there is a huge secret around her.

I wonder if she will be scared to tears when she knows you know the secret. Will she still be as calm as she is now?

When she was crying loudly at that time, there must have been something good to watch. Zhixing chuckled when he thought of this.

Yingge asked, "Sir, where did you put that plaque?"

"Of course, I put it where it belongs, such as with your nominal husband."

Is there anything in this world that can be hidden? Don't think about hiding it when something happens. I hung it on Mr. Zichun's door.

With a click, the door plaque, which could not withstand the wind and sun, fell down, splashing a layer of dust on the ground, and the big words "Xiao Lin Tang" were blocked in the sunlight.

The soldiers and runners looked at the plaque they had been looking for for a long time with eager eyes. Then someone looked down at the ground and snorted, "Humph, I told you long ago that there is no need to look for it. What kind of teacher you have, what kind of student you have. What do you have to say this time?"

Mr. Lu looked shocked and anxious and asked, "Mr. Zichun, what is going on? Are you..."

Zichun and other teachers also looked at the plaque on the ground and frowned, "What's going on? Who put this here?"

The leading official was the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner. Although they respected scholars, they had to keep a cold face and said, "Mr. Zichun, please come with us. Maybe you should think carefully about how to explain this Xiaolin Hall when the time comes."

When the government official said this, he was not polite at all, and Mr. Zichun did not look unhappy, but just said calmly, "Okay, then I will accompany you for a trip."

As he was speaking, a voice came from behind him, "Don't bother, this Xiaolin Hall is mine."

Everyone looked back and saw a young man in green clothes walking slowly towards them in the sunlight, leaning on a cane in his hand.

Mr. Zichun was surprised to see Yingge. "Yingge?"

Yingge stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Student Yingge greets you, sir." While saluting, he bent over and picked up the door plaque on the ground, and said to the officers and soldiers, "This Xiaolin Hall is mine."

The officers and soldiers hadn't spoken yet, but Mr. Zichun had already said, "Yingge, do you know what you are saying?"

Yingge said, "Sir, the thatched cottage where I studied at the foot of the mountain was called Xiaolin Hall." Then she wiped the dust off the door plaque with her sleeve. "This is mine. I don't know when someone randomly threw it here."

Yingge had been studying on her own at the foot of the mountain, and everyone in the academy knew it. When the teacher heard her say this, he remembered that the thatched cottage did have a name, which seemed to be Xiaolin Hall. It was just that the students loved to joke at that time, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

Mr. Zichun said, "The thatched cottage you are talking about now is different from the thatched cottage you had back then. Don't mistake them for each other."

When the officials heard Shang Zichun say this, they had a premonition that Shang Zichun, as the student's teacher, was about to take the blame for the student.

Yingge did not give him the chance, but directly pointed out, "The officers want to ask about the students' behavior when they were willing. Yes, that was what the students did."

"All the students who participated in this event are here. If the adults have any questions, please ask them now."

The people present were simply in disbelief. Did they admit it just like that?

Mr. Zichun frowned and looked at Yingge in front of him and said, "Do you know what you are talking about now?"

Yingge bowed again and said, "You know, I acted like this when I was in Yiyuan. I thought I was being honest, so I have nothing to hide now. When I learned that the government wanted to investigate this matter, I came here to wait for orders."

Mr. Zichun said sternly, "Are you saying that you were studying at the gate of Yi Garden because of Zhu Nian's incident, and that you incited them to do it?"

Yingge said without hesitation, "Yes, but in fact it was not when Zhu Nian was arrested, and we were only concerned about Zhu Nian's affairs at the time."

Surprisingly! The officials were fine, but the teachers on the side all looked pale. Guoan guessed correctly. At that time, the students had a commotion because of Zhu Nian. They knew it was a little strange, but they didn't think much about them. Now, as expected, there was someone behind the scenes pushing this matter forward.

It is this Yingge in front of him, this Yingge who was ridiculed as a poor boy clinging to the Liu family. If he was a child of a noble family like Su Qinghe, it would be fine, but the key is that she is an orphan and a widow living under the roof of others. Even so, she can stir up the biggest storm in Mo City. It is really hard to imagine that when she becomes more powerful, won't the sky be broken by her?

At this point, the officers had nothing more to ask, so they put away their weapons and asked, "Where is the man?"

Even at this time, Yingge still leaned on his cane and said, "Please follow me."

Seeing the noise in the street, everyone was startled. Could it be that something happened again? But that was unlikely.

"No, no, I heard that the mastermind behind the riot was found."

"Who is causing the trouble and who is making trouble?"

"Yes, of course, look at those students."

The people on the street who were looking at the brain were surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside. The Xiaolin Hall located in the thatched cottage on the back mountain was also surrounded by people. Some people climbed up the tree next to the thatched cottage. Everyone asked in confusion, "Is it time to start reading again?"

"We are the reading club of Xiaolintang. The so-called reading is to understand the truth."

“Read the books of the ancients, discuss the present, and know the future.”

The young men stood up one by one.

The leading official glared and interrupted them, saying, "We don't care whether you are studying or not, we just want to ask you, are you inciting students to cause trouble and encouraging everyone to sit in front of Yiyuan?"

Su Qinghe said, "How can it be considered as incitement? We have just said that we are all gathered together for the purpose of studying. We are discussing the way of virtue and virtue. When we encountered the incident of our classmates helping to chase away, we naturally wanted to use our power to help our classmates."

Then he sang and asked again, "Why do we study?"

The dozen or twenty teenagers did not answer in unison, but the classmates surrounding them answered, "Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the lost knowledge of the past sages, and create peace for the world for all eternity."

This scene reminded the officers and soldiers of what happened at the gate of Yi Garden. Their faces suddenly changed and they became even more uneasy. "You said you were inciting the students. Look, what are you doing now? You are just making friends and studying, but why are you instigating students to discuss government affairs?"

But before he could finish his words, Yingge interrupted him, "That's wrong. Why can't we discuss government affairs when we are studying? Besides, we formed Xiaolintang just for studying."

"I have also written a poem specifically for the association. Would you like to listen to it, my Lords?"

When it comes to writing poetry, she is that Yingge!

"I heard that Liao Chengyi was convicted because of the poem he wrote."

"It's really weird. She's going to write poetry again."

Everyone present looked a little pale.

Some officers and soldiers were puzzled. It was just writing poetry, so why did they all look so frightened?

The provincial governor said, "It's fine if others write poems, but you should know that Yingge has written poems for Liao Chengyi and Lu Gongqing."

She wrote poems for Lu Gongqing, and Lord Lu died. She wrote poems for Liao Chengyi, and Liao Chengyi was convicted. Although the specific crime has not been officially announced yet, her name has spread among people privately. It is said that the court convicted her because of a student who could write poems, named Yingge.

Now that she was asked, she wanted to write poetry again. The officers and soldiers who came here had a headache. They hoped that nothing serious would happen this time and she could just do her job.

"Who are you writing the poem for this time?" the officers and soldiers asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, sir. This time I wrote a poem for Xiaolintang."

The censor was relieved and asked, "What poem is it?"

The officers and soldiers took out the poem they had written and presented it to the emperor. "The emperor values ​​heroes, and he teaches you to write. All other things are inferior, only reading is superior. In the morning, you are a farmer, and in the evening, you are in the emperor's hall. There is no special breed for generals and ministers, so men should be strong."

A good man should be self-reliant! "

Someone praised.

"The emperor values ​​heroes, and he teaches you to write." When they were discussing the government, it seemed that they were referring to Caotang.

There is no law in the Great Zhou that states that ordinary students cannot discuss government affairs.

No one spoke in the hall for a while. Liang Jingtian was still under training, and his official duties were now temporarily handed over to the Censor of the Western Route.

At this time, Liang Jingtian was standing in the palace of the provincial school, a little dazed, listening to the students outside reciting newly-written poems.

"The emperor values ​​heroes, and teaches you to write. All other things are inferior, only reading is superior..."

What a young man full of vigor and vitality.

Liang Jingtian asked, "Did you teach him this?" He turned around and asked Mr. Zichun who was standing beside him, "Are you crazy? You actually taught him this?"

"I'm not saying that you can't teach like this..."

Mr. Zichun seemed to have accepted it and said, "This is not mine. In fact, I never taught her a single day in class." Then he told her everything about his past with Yingge.

It turned out to be like this. Liang Jingtian was stunned. In order to avoid suspicion, he would not contact Mr. Zichun and the Liu family. This was the first time he heard Mr. Zichun talk about this. Could it be that group of people? "No, that's not right. That group of people can't teach such a child. Otherwise, how could that group of warriors be demoted to this place."

Mr. Zichun thought of Xue's posture and the elegance of the late emperor and his wife, and sighed, "Maybe it's natural."

Liang Jingtian said, "This talent and means are our great fortune. If the late emperor were still alive or there were no assassinations, this would probably be a talent for governing the world."

A teacher came to tell them the latest news. "We just sent someone to reprimand them. They should not mislead the public and read the books of sages. Then we can talk about it after we pass the county exam. Otherwise, everything is just empty talk." These words were of course said to the children. "We have also warned the prefectural school to pay close attention to Xiaolin Hall and not to indulge them in the future."

At this point the matter has finally come to an end. Gu Yanlu must not cause any more trouble with the students blocking the way for a sit-in, otherwise if it is reported again, no one will be in good stead.

Mr. Zichun stroked his beard and remained silent for a moment. He was still a little bit unbelieving at this moment. The teacher continued in his ear, "Now there are many students clamoring to enter Xiaolin Hall to study together."

Liang Jingtian said angrily, "It's ridiculous. Studying is just studying. Why join Xiaolin Hall? What about Yingge?"

The instructor quickly stepped forward and replied, "After the officers and soldiers left, she left, saying that she had something to do."

Liang Jingtian was a little annoyed, "She is really a troublemaker."

In the Chen family's Yi Garden, Old Master Chen in the main hall was spinning two iron balls in his hands. He looked at Yingge who was following the servants and laughed, "My little grandson-in-law is here."

Chen Junhe curled his lips at the side. The fate hasn't even been decided yet and the grandson-in-law has already started calling him.

Yingge bowed quickly and said, "Old Master Chen, you are too kind to me. I don't deserve it."

Old Master Chen said, "I am certainly not flattering you. Your name is well-known nowadays. It is really an honor to meet you today." After saying that, he laughed again.

Although the incident just happened, with the speed at which news spreads in Mo City now, it is not a difficult matter for these noble families. Yingge could only smile bitterly again and said, "Old Master, stop joking. The boy is only a little talented and is just playing for fun. He is not fit to be a master."

Old Master Chen looked Yingge up and down, thinking to himself, if he had known about the events in Mocheng, she would have taken a leading position in it, but he did not expect that she alone could form an association.

The children were joking, but forming an association is no joke. Take Chen Junhe and Su Qinghe's Laishui Ancient Flute Society for example. Without sufficient strength and financial support, it would not be easy to form an association even with the support of children from aristocratic families.

This Yingge is not ordinary. He is able to gather those people from wealthy families and even make them willing to work for him at the risk of extermination of their entire families. Is it just because he can write poetry? Of course not. Talent is something that can only be used to show off. However, this Yingge has an ability to attract others to be willing to work for him. He is not ordinary.