Jia Sheng wiped away his old tears.

I suppressed my anger and read it carefully word by word.

If you want to criticize your opponent, you must have an in-depth understanding of your opponent.

Picking the bones from eggs is his big strength.

"A big poisonous weed!"

"Little Hunhou, don't think that your writing style in "The Story of Stone" is excellent. If you write this story so movingly, it can cover up the dirty thoughts of your mind!"

"The lines are all about Jia Baoyu's life as a rotten little prince!

Tsk tsk, the relationship between Rongguo Mansion is so complicated... It's both a cousin and a cousin, and a maid... Oh, it's unbearable!

You are so stupid, such a prince is destined to be at the end of his journey!"

"If it weren't for criticizing Xiao Hunhou, I, Jia Sheng, only read "The Analects of Confucius" throughout my life, and would never have read such a little yellow book!"

"The little Hunhou is so bad. I'll try my best to harm our scholars in Jinling City!"

Jia Sheng read it carefully several times under the dim oil lamp, and he realized the taste of the marrow.

Holding a pen in your hand, next to the main text, making various annotations.

It's already late at night.

Somehow, his mind was sent to the devil and took out a piece of dark marquis paper that he had stored before. His hands were trembling and he began to copy the most exciting paragraphs.

"This is all the books copied in the past, and the huge inertia is at work! This is an instinct for scholars to copy books when they see them!"

"It does not mean that I am willing to copy this little yellow book."

Jia Sheng copied some, which made him feel hot and restless.

He suddenly felt his nose cold.

A touch, blood red.

I was so scared that my nose was bleeding.

It's over!

Poisoned!

The evil and poisonous power of "The Story of Stone" has already touched my body Jia Sheng.

Take a deep breath!

calm!

I, Jia Sheng, studied hard for half a lifetime of sages, and had a righteous spirit, and could not be done with evil, and had full concentration.

"No!"

"This little Hunhou's evil book has too strong evil power. Although the real scholar is full of righteousness, he cannot suppress the evil power!"

Jia Sheng covered his nose and restlessly.

In his mind, there are now all "Stone Story", in Rongguo Mansion, Jia Baoyu dreams of encountering the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, and Xiren.

The more I want to forget, the more I can’t forget it.

He hurriedly found the woman who was sleeping in the room, and in his eyes... no, he tried his best to think of her as the beautiful Lin Daiyu in his mind.

"Madam, thank you so hard these days... I'll rub your shoulders and pinch your legs! Let's rest together!"

Jia Sheng smiled humbly.

"Jia Sheng, why are you doing if you don't sleep so late? Hey, why are you so angry!"

The fat woman suddenly turned over and sniffed suspiciously. She roared, grabbed a laundry mallet in the corner of the wall and shouted: "Damn, which woman have you seduced?!"

"Don't, madam, don't move!"

Jia Sheng hugged his head, panicked and ran out of the door, running wildly in the alley, with a cloud of evil fire in his stomach that had nowhere to vent, and cursed angrily: "Why don't you understand anything at all? You have to read more books if you have nothing to do, do you understand?"

...

Jia Sheng squatted on the cold street in a frustration, his nose and face were swollen, and he didn't dare to go back immediately, and he would talk about it when his wife fell asleep.

There is nowhere to vent resentment and evil spirits.

Xiao Hunhou, it’s all your big disaster!

What is "The Story of Stone", what is Jia Baoyu of Rongguo Mansion and the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, what is the love story of Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu, what is Xiren girl.

I'm gonna be!

Fake!

All fake!

It's all lie, how can such a good thing happen?

There are only two hundred kilograms of women and big sticks in the world.

no!

I want to continue criticizing and criticizing severely!

Jia Sheng took out the three copies of "The Story of Stone" from his arms, and continued to criticize them hard under the light of the lanterns in the street inn.

"But, it's useless to just criticize myself!

Now all the kids in the Pingwang Mansion and private schools have read this book "The Story of the Stone". They are all addicted to it and are too poisoned.

Even the old man who has studied the books of sages for forty years and has a deep skill, has been deeply influenced by the evil poison of this little Huangwen. How can they have resistance at such a young age?

If my husband cannot stop this, wouldn’t he be worthy of his kindness to the prince?!”

However, he didn't dare to go to Prince Li Rong to talk about this matter.

This morning, he only received a generous sum of Shu Xiu. The prince just boasted about his great achievements in the private school over the past 20 years and gave him an additional salary.

If he had to say this, all the young men in private schools were reading Xiao Huangwen. Wouldn't this be slapping himself in the face and all his achievements were ruined?

How could he be a private school teacher who teaches and educates people in the Pingwang Mansion?

"Look for the second wife!"

"She is most annoying to the young man! She is in charge of the affairs of the Prince's Mansion, so she will definitely not want to see all the children of the Li family sinking."

"Yes, go and ask the second wife to complain! Let the second wife stop this matter, confiscate all the "Stone Story" in the Prince Ping's Mansion, severely suppress this evil wind, and kill it in the bud."

Only when the second wife takes action personally to control the young girls in the private school and severely suppress the evil spirit of "The Story of Stone", can we turn the tide and save the lost young girls in the private school.

...

Jia Sheng made up his mind and the next morning, he didn't care about his bruised nose and swollen face, so he hurried to Prince Ping's Mansion to ask for his second wife.

The main hall of the royal palace.

The second wife sat, drinking fragrant tea indifferently, and listening to Jia Sheng coming to report Xiaohunhou's case again.

Jia Sheng added fuel to the fire, and the fierce artillery fire raided a little yellow book "The Story of the Stone" written by Xiao Hunhou, which made the Li young girls in the private school of the royal family addicted to it.

This is an unprecedented serious incident, much more serious than Xiao Hunhou's paper making and filling in the toilet.

"The second wife, no matter how much you care about it, the young children of the Pingwang Mansion will be ruined by Xiaohunhou's "Stone Story" and immersed in the extravagant atmosphere, and no longer have the intention to study."

Jia Sheng lowered his head and said bitterly.

If this continues, the royal palace will ruin the atmosphere!

"Oh, is that right! You can put this book here first. I'll have time to look back and take a look."

After hearing this, the second wife still looked cold.

Although Jia Sheng said it very seriously, it seemed that she would ignore this matter and the sky in Prince Ping's Mansion was about to collapse.

But she didn't agree with it.

Just a book, can it destroy the Pingwang Mansion, the leader of the top ten clans in Jinling?

What a joke.

It was just that Xiaohunhou wrote a little yellow book while he was idle. What was he making a fuss about?

There are some little yellow books on the Jinling market.

From the Spring and Autumn Period to the Great Chu, Xiao Huang's books have been circulating for a long time. There is a special "Spring Palace Picture" in the palace, but there is no devastated country!

Like the picture of Nuwa and Fuxi mating, the ancestors began to tinker with these things, which was not so serious.

This little husband likes to write randomly without any trouble. A few days ago, he made up a bunch of short stories and even sent a cart of bamboo slips to the palace. He didn't see any chaos in the palace!

She couldn't control this big playboy from Xiaohunhou.

Looking back, she admonished the Li family's children, so that they could not read "The Story of the Stone" again, and just study hard on the books of sages.

Seeing the second wife's disapproval, Jia Sheng was a little disappointed. He put the three copies of "The Stone" from his sleeve on the table and respectfully left the main hall.

"Mrs. Second Lady, don't forget to take a look at the "Stone Story". The young actor also made various annotations in it! He named the harm of the poison of this book."

He turned around three times and sighed secretly.

If the second wife doesn’t care, what should I do! The young men in the private school of Pingwangfu have no intention of studying, and from now on, there will be no sunshine!
Chapter completed!