After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The old man’s eyes were as big as copper bells and his mouth was open enough for an egg to fit in!

Li Daniu suddenly turned around and looked at the old man, the expression on his face was a mixture of disbelief, surprise, surprise, suspicion and fear.

"Xuanming, Yunting, Yunyan, come and kneel down to pay respect to your grandfather."

Gu Nanxi waved to Su Xuanming and others.

Su Yunting's eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, and he wished he could turn into his grandfather's leg pendant. His tone was full of longing and admiration: "It turns out that my grandfather has turned into Yin Zhengdao under Mount Zhongnan over the years!"

After saying that, Su Yunting clapped his hands loudly, with an expression that said he had seen through everything: "So, you went to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain to eliminate Yin Zhiping and clear the obstacles for us in secret?"

Hmm? Yin Zhiping? Obstacle?

Gu Nanxi vaguely felt that something was wrong.

It took a long time for the old man to find his voice again.

He pointed his finger at Gu Nanxi, trembling, with grief and indignation: "Gu Nanxi, you were just a little stubborn when you were a child. I asked you to change, not to go too far!"

After saying that, the old man nodded at Su Yunting again, and said angrily: "It's fine if you go astray yourself, but why do you pass this problem on to your children?"

Su Yunyan stood up when she heard this, and stood in front of Gu Nanxi, glaring at the old man: "Even if you are my grandfather, you can't say that about my mother! My mother is the wisest in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and she is a first-class talent!"

Gu Nanxi, who had come to her senses, pulled at Su Yunyan's skirt awkwardly.

My dear daughter, please stop talking! I just made a big mistake!

The old man blew his beard and glared at Su Yunyan, then he took a few deep breaths and finally controlled himself: "Did your mother pass on that wooden stake to you?"

Su Yunyan was confused, her bright eyes flashing, and she said sincerely: "No, I just gave me a copy of the Secret Cooking Manual."

The corner of the old man's mouth involuntarily grinned to one side, with anger and happiness intertwined, looking very strange.

"A secret book passed down from ancestors?"

"Of course. My mother can't cook either."

The old man's throat rolled up and down a few times, and he sat down upright.

Actually, it’s not impossible to recognize this father.

Li Daniu, who was watching all this, saw that the old man was acting like a completely different person, and couldn't help but come up with an outrageous guess...

Just as everyone in the room was looking at each other, not knowing what to say next, the door of Baichuan Academy was pushed open again.

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Before daybreak, officials from all directions of Kyoto began to arrive in the inner city in carriages, on donkeys, or on foot, and headed towards the Imperial Palace along the Imperial Street.

The vendors who set up stalls got up earlier than the officials.

“Hot pork noodles! After eating a bowl, I feel energetic all day long!”

"Dumplings! Dumplings from the Imperial Academy! The emperor ate them and said they were delicious!"

At the morning market, various breakfasts are steaming hot, and along with the hawkers’ shouts, the whole street is filled with the aroma of food.

The hungry officials were so shocked that they stamped their feet in delight.

"Imperial Censor Jiang, you come and eat wontons too." Doctor Li found an empty seat and invited Imperial Censor Jiang to sit down.

Censor Jiang held the hot porcelain bowl in his hand, squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, and sat down next to Doctor Li.

The two of them ate with big mouthfuls of food, and were speechless for a moment.

After eating most of the wontons in the bowl, Doctor Li hesitated and said, "Well, has your eldest son ever been to the academy?"

Doctor Li's words were hard to hear amid the hustle and bustle of the morning market.

"No. Madam Hou said that even if there are thousands of difficulties ahead, she is willing to go alone."

Doctor Li lowered his head and found the bowl of fragrant wontons in front of him hard to swallow.

Censor Jiang took out ten coins from his wide sleeves, put them on the wooden table, and said stiffly, "Madam Hou is considerate and broad-minded. She doesn't take those things to heart. Don't worry about trivial things."

Seeing that Doctor Li was still sitting there blankly, Censor Jiang sighed slightly and urged him, "Your Majesty is diligent in his work and hates being late or delaying. You and I need to speed up."

Doctor Li finally came to his senses and hurriedly followed Censor Jiang: "Thank you for your reminder."

Before the last whip sounded, Censor Jiang and Doctor Li finally managed to reach the hall.

In the main hall, civil and military officials were lined up on both sides.

The civil officials were on the east side, headed by Grand Tutor Tong.

The military officers in the west were headed by General Longwu Li Aotian.

The young emperor sat at the top, smiling widely and looking very good-tempered.

After the normal formalities, the eunuchs brought chairs for the first-rank officials so that they could complete the morning court session.

As for those in lower official positions, they can only stand still.

"The autumn grain statistics and autumn taxes have been completed. Due to the drought in the north this year, the tax revenue has been reduced by 10%."

The young emperor frowned and said, "The treasury is full, so a 10% reduction is fine. Have the state governments implemented the tax reduction policy for the disaster areas issued last month?"

"Reporting to His Majesty, everything has been implemented."

There is actually no controversy about the contents of the grand court meeting, and it is basically just a formality.

Just when everyone thought this was an ordinary morning meeting, the chief academician of the Imperial College suddenly stood up.

"I'd like to send you my request."

The young emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Yes."

"In Kyoto, in addition to the academies under the Imperial Academy, there are 36 elementary schools and 125 private schools. As the saying goes, it takes ten years to grow a tree, and a hundred years to cultivate a person. These students are the future pillars of our Great Zhou."

The emperor clenched his hands slightly on his knees. So what? Imperial College Master, what do you want to do?

The voice of the chief priest was sonorous and powerful, as if he was really speaking for the country and the people: "In order to prevent teachers from misleading students, I propose that we conduct an inspection of the teachers who teach every year."

Censor Jiang stood up to object: "Absurd! Do you know that in addition to schools and academies, there are many teachers who are invited to teach children at home. How do you count these people?"

Doctor Li seconded the proposal: "That's right! Who will conduct the inspection? What are the inspection standards? The standards for each discipline are different. If this continues, the six departments combined will not be able to complete this task in a year!"

"That's right! The imperial examination is only held once every three years, let alone the examination of the teacher."

"Outrageous, really outrageous!"

The chief priest glanced at Master Tong inconspicuously and saw that he was leaning back in an armchair with his eyes closed, so he spoke again.

"Since it is unrealistic to target all the teachers, then we should narrow the scope. Anyone who wants to run a private school in Kyoto must pass the qualification certification!"

Censor Jiang wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say it.

The Imperial College had the authority to supervise all academies within the Great Zhou.

Although everyone knew that the reforms proposed by the chief priest were aimed at Baichuan Academy, no one could raise any objections.

Sure enough, the young emperor said, "Yes."

As soon as the resolution was passed, an eunuch rolled over and cried out, "Your Majesty! General Gu is not dead!"