The lady who is a miracle doctor arrives and makes the general blush and his heart beats

Sanqiao smiled and said, "Girl, I heard that orange cats tend to gain weight. Look how fat the general can get from oranges."

Hua Fushu was helpless, "Yes, nine out of ten domestic orange cats are fat, and one is too fat to hold. They are not like the wild cats outside who are so thin that they worry about their next meal every day. If you are poisoned by rat poison, you will be beaten to death or starve to death." She looked at the orange cat and sighed softly, "Orange, it's time for you to lose weight. I will start to help you lose weight tomorrow."

She carried the orange cat to the low couch and sat down. She looked at Ye Zelin and said, "Orange, this is your dad. Say hello to your dad."

The orange cat cooperated with Hua Fushu, opened his eyes, looked at Ye Zelin, and meowed.

Ye Zelin looked at the orange cat and moved in unconsciously, "Don't talk nonsense, I don't have a son like this cat."

Hua Fushu asked: "Orange is very docile, would you like a hug?"

Ye Zelin didn't hold the orange cat, but he felt a little annoyed, "Cats shed hair easily, don't you mind it being dirty?"

Hua Fushu said: "Oranges are very clean."

Ye Zelin seemed displeased, "No hug."

Only then did Hua Fushu realize that something was wrong with Ye Zelin, "Ye Zelin, aren't you afraid of cats?"

Ye Zelin lightly denied: "No."

Hua Fushu believed him to be true and thought he didn't like cats. He held the orange and petted the cat.

Side's ability to do things is very strong, especially his ability to inquire. In just one or two days, he clearly heard how many disciples Mr. Kong had, how old they were, when they became officials, what position they held, how long they had been in office, and how many disciples they had. He Jianshu, where he was born, what his character was, etc., were recorded on paper for easy reference by Ye Zelin.

Kong Lao had five disciples in total, including Ling Zhiheng's father, Ling Weiliang, the Minister of Rites. Except for Ling Weiliang, the Minister of Rites, who served in Beijing, these five disciples all served in other places. They all held important official positions and had made great achievements. They were praised by everyone as good officials.

Ye Zelin browsed through the records of Lao Kong's disciples, "Four Virtues, you have done a good job and inquired very carefully. All of Lao Kong's disciples are among the best, and they are all well-known celebrities. If he can have Lao Kong as his teacher, his It is my great fortune in this life to have my disciples as my senior brothers.”

Mr. Kong was a famous Confucian with profound knowledge and noble moral character. However, most of Mr. Kong’s disciples came from scholarly families and not from families of military generals. Si De knew that it would be extremely difficult for the second young master to accept Mr. Kong as his teacher. He said Expressing his worries, "Sir, you know Mr. Kong's rules. What should you do if Mr. Kong really refuses to admit you?"

Ye Zelin said seriously: "There are no absolutes in the world, and there are exceptions to everything. I sincerely admire Kong Lao's talent and learning, and I sincerely want to become his teacher. In ancient times, Liu Bei visited the thatched cottage three times to invite Zhuge Liang to come out. Now, I, Ye Zelin, come to Confucius three times to become my teacher. My sincerity touches Mr. Kong’s heart, and if he is moved, he will form a master-disciple relationship with me.”

Seeing the sincerity and persistence of the young master, Side really didn't want to throw cold water on him, but he still said, "Sir, if Side can say something inappropriate, you have Uncle Liu's sincerity and persistence, just in case Mr. Kong still insists. Don’t you want to take you in?”

Ye Zelin said: "If Mr. Kong doesn't accept it, I will come to disturb him every day to see if he accepts it?"

He patted Side on the shoulder and said, "Side, the little lady is right. Sometimes, you don't need face."

"..." Side looked at Ye Zelin in astonishment. The young master is a very face-conscious person. How could he become so shameless and plan to shamelessly pester Mr. Kong?

He thought for a while, watched the young master walk out of the house, and came to the conclusion that the young master was influenced by the young lady.

The next day, Ye Zelin took Side to Kong Lao's mansion.

Mr. Kong's mansion was very large. The backyard was where the Confucius family lived. There was a lobby in the front yard and independent courtyards on both sides. The courtyards were not inhabited by people, but instead housed schools, including private schools and girls' schools.

The steward took Ye Zelin and Side into the main hall, asked someone to invite Mr. Kong, and ordered the maid to serve tea.

Ye Zelin sat in the second seat on the right. The maid served tea. He took it with both hands, said thank you, put the tea cup on the coffee table, said nothing, and just waited for Mr. Kong to come over.

Not long after, Mr. Kong arrived at the main hall. He was in his late teens, with gray hair, a rough face, and a thin body. He was wearing a crow-green robe with wide sleeves and a double breast.

He was not a martial arts practitioner like General Ye. Even though he was old, he still walked as fast as flying. He slowly walked to the front seat step by step and sat upright.

Ye Zelin stood up and bowed in greeting: "Student Ye Zelin has met Mr. Kong."

Mr. Kong's eyes were slightly sunken under his two silver eyebrows. He said as usual: "Ye Erlang, you are still paying homage to me because of your apprenticeship."

Ye Zelin nodded: "Yes, old sir."

Kong Lao smiled and said: "I still mean the same thing. I will not accept any more disciples. Ye Langjun, please go back and don't come to visit me again."

Ye Zelin was a little embarrassed, but he was relieved in an instant. The master had issued an order to expel guests, and he should leave immediately, but he stubbornly wanted an answer. He said: "Senior Kong, can you tell the students why you no longer accept disciples? Is it really because this junior is the son of a general?"

Kong Lao said: "Yes."

Ye Zelin was disappointed in his heart, and his face was calm and calm, "Old sir, in ancient times, there was Ban Chao who devoted himself to the army, and in Emperor Hui's dynasty, there was General Pan who abandoned military service and became a scholar. Since scholars can join the army and sergeants can also be scholars, then, in your eyes, Scholars can only study literature, and soldiers can only remain soldiers forever?"

Mr. Kong said calmly: "I have never said this before. Whether you study literature or practice martial arts, it all depends on what you like."

Ye Zelin's eyes showed hope, "That old gentleman..."

Kong Lao raised his hand to interrupt Ye Zelin's words, stood up and said: "I won't agree, Young General, it's better to give up."

After that, Mr. Kong ordered the steward to see off the guests, "You can see the young general out."

Kong Lao called his maid and helped him back to the backyard.

The steward made a gesture of invitation, "Master Ye, please."

Ye Zelin couldn't stay any longer, so he called Side back to his house. The manager was very polite and personally sent Ye Zelin out of the door, "Master, please go slowly."

He stepped into the threshold, folded out again, called Ye Zelin, and asked, "Master Ye, why do you insist on making my master your master?"

Ye Zelin said: "The younger generation admires Mr. Kong's talent and learning, so they want to become their teacher."

The steward said again: "I heard that Mr. Ye will be promoted to the imperial examination before he reaches the weak crown. The reason why he wants to join the sect of my master is to take the imperial examination next year."

Ye Zelin nodded: "Yes."

The steward said: "Young Master is sincere. Since you are preparing for the imperial examination next year, what difference does it make between joining the sect of my master and not joining my family?"

Ye Zelin could hear the meaning of the steward's words and said with a smile: "I don't want to be a disciple of Mr. Kong for the sake of the imperial examination. The imperial examination is one thing, and becoming a disciple is another. The two have nothing to do with each other. I don't I will give up taking the exam next year because Mr. Kong doesn’t accept me as his disciple.”