Li was determined to go to prison and beheaded by himself than to drag Zhan Feiyu down.
Match Ma was so angry that he looked at Match Wang with an angry face and said angrily: "My sister Wang, you have seen what happened today with your own eyes. When you go to court, you must know what to say!"
In addition to following the servant and coachman of the matchmaker Ma, only matchmaker Wang brought a servant, and the rest were from Jinlin Village. The matchmaker Ma was worried that they would make fake confessions, so he dragged the matchmaker Wang into the water.
"Sister Ma, it's not that Li Meizi didn't agree to the marriage. Let's say something heart-to-heart. I heard that Zhang Xiucai suppressed Xiaoyu several times, and no one dared to agree to the marriage." Chen Ken, the matchmaker Wang said in his words.
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Not only Li, but also the old patriarch, nodded in agreement. It would be fine if he was a good family, but the Zhang Xiucai family would be more like a trap.
"Then you guys are waiting to go to court!" Ma's matchmaker left his words, quickly closed the wooden box, and asked the servant and the coachman to pick up the remaining gift box. The three of them left in anger.
The main hall was temporarily quiet. Although the matchmaker left, the matter must have been over.
The village looked at matchmaker Wang next to him, "Matchmaker Wang, who are you today?"
Matchmaker Wang showed a bitter smile on her festive round face. Matchmaker Ma is an official media player. When the two meet, she will definitely let Matchmaker Ma talk first.
Although he knew that this was not a good time to propose marriage, matchmaker Wang still said, "I also asked for a little fish to kiss you, but I didn't expect such a change."
"I'll have a waste of time for matchmaker Wang." Murmama refused on behalf of Li.
"Munmasa, Li's girl, listen to me, maybe it can solve Zhang Xiucai's affairs." When the matchmaker Wang spoke, the worried Li couldn't help but look up.
Matchmaker Wang gave Li a reassuring smile and continued, "I am the third son of the Duke Tong family of Dainan Xuanfu today."
Last night, the butler of Tong's house came. Matchmaker Wang was surprised. The officials asked the official media to propose marriages. Only then did they realize that Matchmaker Ma should have gone to the Zhang family's private school at that time. Because time was tight, the butler asked him to come.
Proposal.
"Master Tong?" The old patriarch didn't know that the other people in the main hall were the same. The biggest official they knew was County Magistrate Chen.
Matchmaker Wang explained: "He is a Tongzhi of Nanxuan Mansion, a fifth-rank official, and is only one rank lower than the prefect."
Huh! Everyone stared at the top of the fifth rank! County Magistrate Chen is only the seventh rank.
A few women with daughters looked at Li, and she gave birth to a good daughter!
Li looked confused and helpless, and was vaguely uneasy. He accidentally dropped a jade pendant worth 5,000 taels of silver, and now another fifth-grade Tongzhi appeared.
"My sister Li, think about it carefully. This is really a good marriage." Matchmaker Wang roughly talked about the situation of the third son of the Tong family before leaving.
The women in the village also left, and the old patriarch did not let the worried boss Zhan leave, and said, "It is logical that the Tong Mansion must use official media to propose marriage. The matchmaker Wang said that the Tong Mansion is full of sincerity, so it can be completely from the south.
Xuanfu brought official media to come."
"Let's take a step back, the Grandma Ma is not here, and the butler of Tong's house can wait. He so anxiously asked the matchmaker Wang to come to the door. I feel that this is a bit strange." The clan elder sitting down echoed.
Cun Zheng frowned and couldn't help but say, "Can there be anything wrong with the third young master?"
"Maybe that's the case." The old patriarch sighed. The big tree attracts wind, and the reputation of Xiaoyu reading is spreading, which is not all a good thing.
Li and Boss Zhan’s faces were full of worries and uneasiness. If Zhang Xiucai offended him, he would offend him. But what should he do? Even if County Magistrate Chen protects Xiaoyu, he can’t protect him!
The village was planning to send someone to the county school to find Zhan Feiyu, but was stopped by the old patriarch, "Don't delay Xiaoyu's study, I'll talk about this later."
In the county school, Zhan Feiyu really didn't know that both matchmakers had come to their own door.
Holding the revised article in his hand, Zhan Feiyu just walked outside the Sanshengtang gate and heard a voice coming from the room.
"Get out with your stuff and invitation!" Zhao Jiayu was almost sixty years old and rarely got angry. At this time, he heard his anger and realized his extreme disgust of the room.
Standing up, a young man with a straight blue face bowed to the blue-faced Zhao Jiayu to the end, his voice clear and steady, "Master, what happened back then was the student's fault, so please take care of your health."
"Brother-in-law, why do you have to do this? You are also a juren. You will go to the capital to take the imperial examination in two years. You will definitely be on the list of gold. This is just your enlightened master, brother-in-law. He dares to rely on his seniority to scold you!" The angry voice was filled with contempt and hatred, but the sound was a young boy.
"Aye, don't be rude!" The clear and clear male voice suddenly rang, stopping the young man from speaking without restraint. "I will be a teacher for the rest of my life, and thank you to my master."
Zhan Feiyu turned around and left and paused, and a sneering sneer appeared on his chubby face, "Since he knows that he is rude, why don't he stop him when he speaks, and then he pretends to be angry and scolds him a few words after he finishes his words. Haha, this is Are you both ready and standing?"
Two people, one tall and one short in the hall, turned back and looked at the door at the same time.
Zhan Feiyu walked in straight and ignored the two of them. He saluted Zhao Jiayu and said, "Teacher, I have revised the article, and I will also ask the teacher to review it."
Wan Yunhao frowned slightly, this little girl is Zhan Feiyu, the little girl who made scholars all over the world criticize the common people.
Qin Ye is twelve years old this year, but his face is arrogant. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, what is both obedient and standing?"
Wan Yunhao's expression suddenly looked ugly, but he instantly returned to normal, but there was still a gloom in his eyes flashing quickly.
Zhao Jiayu, who was sitting upright at the main seat, didn't care about being angry anymore and looked at Zhan Feiyu with a stern look.
Zhan Feiyu smiled guiltily, avoided Zhao Jiayu's gaze with shamelessness, and said to Qin Ye with an innocent look: "Don't you know? I heard it from the market."
Qin Ye put his hands behind him, wearing a round neck robe with a dark pattern of flowers and a jade ornament around his waist. Perhaps Zhan Feiyu's red lips and white teeth were pleasing to the likable appearance. Qin Ye's high chin slightly pointed, indicating that she could continue talking. .
"Your brother-in-law is a juren, so just ask him." Zhan Feiyu handed the article to Zhao Jiayu, and glanced at the invitation on the table. It was a good word, at least he was far from the same as Not available.
Fearing that Zhan Feiyu was acting like a monster again, Zhao Zhiyu immediately gathered his Shou Jian and drove people coldly, "You go, the county school is busy, and I don't have time to go to the city."
Wan Yunhao didn't speak, but Qin Ye, who was rejected again and again, became angry and pointed at Zhao Zhiyu, "You're not going to give me a shame..."
A loud bang! A crisp applause sounded, and Zhan Feiyu slapped Qin Ye’s back without hesitation. The little girl who had just had a bright smile was now tense, and a terrifying coldness burst out from her black eyes.
, "Disrespect to the officials of the court, according to the law: twenty rods!"
"I see who dares to hit me..." Qin Ye didn't care about the pain in his hand. He was about to speak harshly but was stopped by Wan Yunhao.
"Aye!" Wan Yunhao looked at the angry Qin Ye with a warning. Although he was a child of the Qin family, he was just a child. The Master was not only a juren, but also a teacher of the county school, Sun Fu and the four.
The guard is still in prison.
"A Yenian's little mistake, please forgive me." Wan Yunhao apologized again, and his expression on his handsome face became more and more sincere, "Teacher, I'll visit you tomorrow."
Zhao Jiayu was extremely angry, and his hands hanging beside him were trembling faintly.
In the past few years, although Wan Yunhao is in Nanxuan Mansion, he will send gifts from the city to the county school on time for the three festivals a year. He will send people to deliver gifts in a carriage, no matter if Zhao Jiayu threw them away or smashed them, he will still send someone to deliver them.
Come on, I am a good disciple who respects teachers and Taoism.
But who would have thought that this young man who seemed to be gentlemanly would step on his teacher to exchange for his good reputation in Shilin. If he hadn't wanted to ruin his granddaughter's reputation and make her unable to rest in peace even if she died, Zhao
The teacher tried everything and wanted to tear the face of this hypocrite!
"I want to see what beautiful articles you, a little prodigy, have written!" Qin Ye suddenly walked up and picked up the article on the table and read it.
The incident of Sun Fu's murder and beating the teaching edict and county students spread throughout Nanxuan Mansion. Qin Ye didn't care just now, and then he remembered Zhan Feiyu's identity.
The little prodigy in Shangsi County is still a girl's home. It is said that she was valued by an adult at the literary meeting and actually recommended her to study in the county and plan to take the imperial examination in the future.
I originally wanted to use articles to crack down on the ridicule of Zhan Feiyu, but as I looked, Qin Ye's face became extremely ugly. Not to mention this neat and pleasing style, I knew from the few sentences that solved the topic and followed the topic.
The art and literature on the articles are even three points stronger than the articles written by yourself.
He raised his head suddenly and Qin Ye looked at the short and fat Zhan Feiyu suspiciously, which was a little better than the vulgar and ugly country girl.
It would be fine if the poems were done well. After all, the women of the Qin family were known as talented women and were well-made. Any excellent works would definitely attract praise if they were published.
But how can you write art? It’s not that Qin Ye looked down on them and hadn’t finished reading the four books, so how can you talk about writing articles?
"Did you copy it?" As if you found a reason, Qin Ye looked at Zhan Feiyu sarcastically and felt relieved. "It seems that he has spent a lot of effort on this prodigy's reputation. I believe that these masters from the county school will give you all the best.
Catch the knife."
Wan Yunhao did not read Zhan Feiyu's article. He was already a juren, and he would take the imperial examination the next year. The reputation of Zhan Feiyu's prodigy became famous again, and it was only in front of Wan Yunhao.
The little girl writes arts and literature, and she is always the same as she is not ridiculous.