Father can be an enemy to the country

When Luo Guanzhong left the sacrificial wine hall, he saw Lao Liu squatting under the shade of a tree, watching the ants move.

"What's so interesting about this?" He squatted aside.

"Haha, do you know how big the inside of this needle-nosed hole is?" Zhu Zhen used a grass stem to tease the ants at the hole and said:

"There are ravines and crisscrosses inside, and the buildings are stacked against each other. The structure is super complex. It's a huge maze, bigger than you can imagine."

"Are you talking about the Southern Barbarians mentioned by Song Jijiu?" Luo Guanzhong suddenly said: "That is indeed big enough. In fact, it can be called the Southern Barbarians Gang. After Jingkang, the North and the South were clearly distinguished for hundreds of years, and the Southerners and the Northerners were different in all aspects of the world. The gap is so great that it is beyond imagination.”

"You writers really love to make blind assumptions." Zhu Zhen chuckled and said, "Did you think of a novella from the moment you saw me getting up in the morning to the time you brought me the urinal?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's just a poem at best, a self-deprecating poem." Luo Guanzhong said depressedly. He knew that Lao Liu would not let go of this opportunity to ridicule him.

"At your age, if you don't wet your hands, you will be considered successful." Lao Liu laughed and stood up, Shi Shiran walked to the Siye Hall opposite.

"How come he knows so much..." Luo Guanzhong couldn't care less about being angry, but instead felt a little strange. Isn't this some trivial knowledge that only people of a certain age will naturally understand?

Would Liu Bowen even confide such troubles to him?

~~

In the Siye Hall.

Wang Siye was playing chess with a gray-haired old man.

After Chang Sui's announcement, he dropped the white piece in his hand and walked to the door with a smile on his face.

"Come on, come on, Hong Xuecheng, please come in." Wang Siye affectionately pulled Lao Liu into his room. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Song Jijiu was too enthusiastic, so we chatted for a while." Lao Liu walked in casually and saw an old man inside, sitting cross-legged next to the chessboard.

The old man also smiled and nodded at Lao Liu: "I have heard the passionate conversation between Hong Xuecheng and Lord Jijiu here."

"Oh, hahaha, right?" Lao Liu smiled without embarrassment: "Is the sound insulation effect so bad?"

"This is our Doctor of the Five Classics, a scholar from the south of the Yangtze River and late husband." Wang Siye introduced him again: "Hong Xuecheng should have heard of his name, right?"

The Qianfu Gong showed a reserved smile, waiting for Hong Xuecheng's "Long-time Admiration".

"Sorry, I haven't heard of it..." Lao Liu replied honestly.

"Uh..." Mr. Qianfu was so embarrassed that he almost ate the chess piece in his hand. His face was burning and he sneered:

"As the saying goes, 'The waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead, and the new people in the world replace the old people.' Well, it is normal that young people have never heard of old people from the previous dynasty."

"Hahaha, Mr. Qianfu, you are joking. The older you are in the literary world, the more important you are." Wang Siye also hurriedly came to his rescue and said, "Hong Xuecheng is also a newbie here. After he has been studying at Guozi for a long time, he will know that He has great influence in the literary world of the Ming Dynasty."

"Yes, I am ignorant." Zhu Zhen nodded with a smile and apologized deeply to Chen Qianfu: "I'm sorry, I have heard about Gao's name now, and Xie is the former Lang Gong."

"It's not Mr. Qianlang, it's Mr. Qianhu." Wang Siye was speechless, why did he come to be such a weakling?

"Oh, ex-husband, what a reasonable name." Lao Liu said with a smile. I thought in my heart that my ex-husband was of course a male.

"Haha, I'm so impressed by the Prime Minister." Chen Qianfu regretted why he came to join in the fun. He didn’t even dare to ask what the truth was, so he quickly dropped the topic and said:

"It's more important for you to talk about business, I'm going back first."

"It's okay, I'm just chatting with Hong Xuecheng for a few words. Mr. Qianfu can't leave, we haven't finished playing chess yet." Wang Siye quickly pretended to stop him.

"Oh, okay. Mr. Siye has spoken, and we have to listen." Mr. Qianfu sat back down and started playing with the tea sets, "You guys chat, I'll make tea for you guys."

"Thank you." Wang Siye thanked him and turned to Lao Liu with a smile: "There is something I need to explain to you first, so as to avoid any grudge between us brothers... about the morning meeting at the restaurant, Brother Yu was really Uninformed.

"That person surnamed Zhou is just a relative of mine who is beyond my reach. He actually dares to act recklessly in the name of his official position. See if I don't break his legs! You must not think anything of Brother Yu because of him. Brother Yu, this Bian, not only will I not have any opinion about my good brother, but I also want to thank you for helping me get rid of this scourge."

Luo Guanzhong said that if you can't hit him with eight poles, it won't delay him from making money for you...

But Zhu Zhen said with an moved face: "Oh, I didn't expect Wang Siye to be so amiable and nice to talk to. He is really the opposite of offering wine to us. I thought I would be scolded by both sides this time!"

"Why, it's the first time we meet to pay homage to the sacrificial wine, so it's so unpleasant?" Wang Siye asked with interest.

"Oh, that's not the case." Zhu Zhen said with a gloomy look on his face: "I just met the official, and without saying a few words, he scolded me right away. He scolded me so much that I was so frustrated that I was tortured to death..."

"That's right." Wang Siye comforted him with a smile: "Brother Xian, to be honest with you, there is no teacher that he has not scolded during the whole period of Guozi studies. Even Brother Yu and Qianfu Gong were scolded by I was scolded to death. Alas, I can only say that I will get used to it."

"It's true." Mr. Qianfu agreed with a smile and brought the brewed tea to Lao Liu. "I've gotten used to it over the years, Hong Xuecheng has to get used to it sooner."

"It seems that even if you are not used to it, you have to get used to it." Lao Liu smiled bitterly and took the tea cup.

"Haha, that's right." Wang Siye said with a smile: "A man can bend and stretch, so what does it mean to be scolded? It's indispensable for two ounces of meat."

"I'm not angry because I was scolded," Zhu Zhen put away his smile and said seriously: "It's because Song Jijiu is not accommodating at all."

"How?" Wang Siye asked.

"Xiaoguan understands that the students study too hard... I don't want to change the school rules, I just want to be more relaxed when enforcing the school rules to give them a chance to breathe." Lao Liu asked the two of them: "Isn't this too much to ask for?"

"It's not too much." The two shook their heads together. Wang Siye lowered his voice and said:

"To tell you the truth, we are all very strict about school rules, and we complain about students being blamed at every turn, but Jijiu is arbitrary and arbitrary, and it's useless for us to persuade him. Instead, he will be scolded like you."

"Ah, is there no one who can control him?" Lao Liu said with wide eyes.

"Alas, I don't know something. Our Song Jijiu is a veteran of the previous dynasty. When the emperor summoned him that year, he asked him about the lessons of the defeat of the Yuan Dynasty. He said, 'The defeat of the Yuan Dynasty was due to tolerance', so he did not want to repeat the mistakes of the Yuan Dynasty. We must strictly follow the law and use Confucianism on the outside and law on the inside! As a result, these words were very pleasing to the emperor, so he asked him to take charge of the study of the country."

"He thinks he has Shang Fang's sword, so of course he won't listen to advice. Anyone who tries to persuade him will beheaded."