"Little friend, this "Burrow" was not written by you!"

This sentence is not a question, but an affirmative sentence with a particularly affirmative tone, and the old man opposite is not a question, that tone, natural movements, all indicate:

What he says is the truth!

Baoyu's fists clenched suddenly, and cold sweat drenched all over his body, however, his nervousness quickly disappeared, and he relaxed, taking the old man's small pottery pot and pouring tea for the old man.

"You are the Holy Master, and you are right in everything you say. ”

Baoyu smiled naturally.

Kong Sheng looked at him meaningfully, and then smiled: "You don't want to ask why the old man said this?"

"You don't need to ask, you can find a reason. ”

Baoyu knew that Kong Sheng could see everything in the temple, so he smiled and said: "For example, although "The Burrow" is suitable for the situation, but it is ruthless, you must have heard what the younger generation said before, the younger generation wants to increase the income of the officials of the Great Zhou, from the root it is not the kind of indifferent person written in the "Burrow", and for example, the 'Talking and Laughing with Confucianism' in it, you can also say that the younger generation has never seen a few great Confucians in their lives." ”

"The Burrow was not written by you!" Kong Sheng confirmed again.

"Yes, it wasn't written by the juniors, and the juniors didn't say that it was written by the juniors, you are the Holy Master, and everything you say is right. ”

If Baoyu's face is not red and his heart is not beating, it is not his original, why is he telling lies? Kong Sheng thinks no, then it is not, and he will not be so cheeky that he has to say yes.

Kong Sheng looked him up and down, stroked his snow-white beard, took a sip of tea, and then wiped his snow-white beard stained with tea with a coarse cloth, and shook his head......

"You little monkey of a thief!"

"Sage Kong, this is not a success, the younger generation was born in the Qingqiu Fox Clan, but he is not a monkey monster of the thief spirit. ”

"Well, then, you're a thief's little fox. ”

When Kong Sheng spoke, he was not in a hurry, he only listened to the conversation, he was a gentle and elegant gentleman, Baoyu looked at Kong Sheng's appearance, and saw that Kong Sheng's figure was tall, with wide shoulders and a wide body, and he also had a very powerful face, but it was very strange, even if the appearance was like this, if he looked closely, he still felt that he was a literati with great demeanor, not that kind of heroic general.

This is the temperament brought by reading poetry and books, he may have read more books than Kong Sheng, but there are definitely not more books than Kong Sheng understands......

Thinking of this, Baoyu's respect for Kong Sheng deepened, and when he saw that the teacup was empty, he hurriedly recontinued it and looked around.

This is a very small cottage, the space is less than three feet in circumference, the furnishings are simple, all made of ordinary wood, just like the teapot in his hand, which is also the kind of rough, unfrosted ordinary stoneware......

"Self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, leveling the world, Kong Sheng, your self-cultivation is really good. ”

Baoyu said casually, diverting the topic, saving Kong Sheng from getting to the bottom of it.

Kong Sheng didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, he felt that "The Burrow" was not written by Baoyu, and for a saint like him, since he had this feeling, it was basically the truth.

He won't be involved with the juniors about this, and he smiled at the moment: "What, dissatisfied?"

"Satisfied, we are literati, read more, can read, just to broaden our knowledge, and improve our self-control, the difference between man and beast is the ability to control our own desires, we literati are respected by the people, isn't it because we know how to grasp long-term gains and losses?"

"Listening to your tone, I'm still not very satisfied. ”

"For individuals, it is satisfied, if the younger generation is not concerned, it doesn't matter if it is really weak for a while, but for the 'Qi family', it is very dissatisfied. ”

Baoyu was too lazy to hide it in front of Kong Sheng, and couldn't hide it, so she smiled and said, "Actually, the younger generation likes a little poem very much, read it to you?"

"There's paper and pen, just write it down. ”

"You can't write it, you have an original golden light when you write it down, and you have to say that it wasn't written by a junior. ”

"So, did you write it?"

"You are the Holy Teacher, and if you say no, then it is definitely not an original chapter of the younger generation. ”

Baoyu said very seriously, his face full of sincerity.

Kong Sheng laughed, scolded the 'thief', and said with a smile: "Write it, as long as there is an original golden light, it is from you, it is you who brought the article to this world, and the old man will only be happy that there are more good articles in the world, and he will not insist on breaking with you." ”

"Good. ”

Baoyu blinked, Kong Sheng was stunned for a moment, and also winked at Baoyu, the two clapped their hands and laughed, for a while, no matter what saint or Jinshi.

Baoyu felt that Kong Sheng was much closer, and this was the saint, not those cold sculptures that stood tall.

He took out a pen and paper, dipped it in thick ink, and when he thought about it, he simply isolated his talent, saving himself from making an original golden light to stimulate people, and the words on the willow body as sharp as a sword appeared quickly on the ten-button paper......

'The rich don't need to buy fertile land, there are thousands of bells in the book;

There is no need to raise a hall to live in peace, and there is a golden house in the book;

Don't hate to go out with no one, there are many cars and horses in the book;

Don't hate unscrupulous matchmakers when marrying a wife, there is Yan Ruyu in the book;

If a boy follows his life chronicles, read in front of the window of the spring and autumn rolls. ’

"Huh?"

Kong Sheng sighed, a saint like him had never seen anything, and he had long forgotten his surprise, but at this time, he stared at the small poem written by Baoyu, his snow-white thick eyebrows trembled, and then, the stoneware tea cup was crumpled into pieces in his hand.

The snap is really very crisp, and it is also the most terrifying crisp sound in the world.

Baoyu threw away the fire black and chihao, twisted up the fluttering ten-button paper, and asked with a smile: "Sage Kong, don't like this little poem?"

"I don't like it. ”

Kong Sheng's face was a little cold.

Baoyu smiled happily: "In this case, the juniors will just tear it up, and in addition, the juniors will go back to the Great Zhou to change the literati officials' salaries back to their original appearance, and then, they will continue to be their corrupt officials, and I, as for me, will continue to pick up the butcher's knife." ”

Saying this, Baoyu did not tear up the article directly, and said casually: "Since the junior became the Duke of Anguo, the junior has raised the salary of the literati official six times. Confucius sage, pen, ink, paper and inkstone all kinds of consumption is expensive, before the younger generation to improve the Lu, seven officials, the rank of humanities, a year of Yulu but only six taels of silver and three Zhong Su, the consumption of paper is not enough, not to mention a passable pen has to be priced at a thousand taels......

Don't hide it from the sage of Confucius, the younger generation has seen a five-grade official, a scholar with a literary position, writing poems but borrowing someone else's pen, conscientiously being an official, but the old mother, wife and children have to dig wild vegetables to eat their stomachs, of course, that person is now in the official residence of the third grade, and the younger generation also gave him a mansion of 10,000 taels, as well as 10,000 taels of Lu. ”

"That person comes from a poor background?" asked Kong Sheng in a low voice.

Baoyu nodded and said with a smile: "If the children of rich families would not be like this, but Confucius Sheng, if you want to be a literati, you must have a wealthy dignitary? This kind of thing is too much of a coincidence. ”

"The little fox of the thief. ”

"Yes, the younger generation thinks that they are not stupid, so I want the poor children to be able to study and study well, so that there will be many potential juniors, and more people will be sanctified.

Of course, the younger generation says that these are not for others, but the younger generation wants to reflect their own value, and the younger generation wants more benefits, so that you can give a little more blessing. ”

"Xiao'er, you don't know how to advance and retreat, and there are some things that you are not qualified to know now. ”

"Then you don't need to know, the younger generation just wants more benefits. ”

Baoyu squinted and smiled, Kong Sheng looked at him, and unconsciously squinted his eyes, and suddenly, laughed.

"Good boy, what a good boy who doesn't know how to advance or retreat! Okay! The old man knows why you have the courage to write "Zi Bu Silent", although the old man is also very skeptical, it is not your original chapter. ”

"You say no, then it's not, otherwise the juniors won't write it, let the yin go with the wind, how about it?"

"If you don't want you to write, won't you?"

Baoyu thought about it very seriously, and said seriously: "If the junior has the ability to hide it from you, the junior will write it secretly." ”

"What if you don't have the ability to hide from old age?"

"Then, the juniors will try their best to calculate you, so that you can't stop the juniors from writing. ”

Baoyu said the matter unequivocally, he couldn't hide this kind of thing from Kong Sheng, in the eyes of the first saint, his character, his life deeds, and even his hidden character traits were all at a glance.

Perhaps, Kong Sheng knows himself better than himself, so he doesn't have to hide anything......

"The younger generation wants more benefits. ”

He said more seriously.

Kong Sheng nodded, "Yes, "The Burrow" is a shocking text with a good reputation, and the old name can also follow the eternal progress, and the old man will definitely give a certain return gift if he gets your benefits." ”

"Not because of the 'Golden House'?"

Baoyu picked up the ten-button paper on the ground and was about to tear it, "Since it's not for this, it's better for the junior to tear him up." ”

"Boy, your goal has been achieved, you should know the point of advance and retreat!"

Kong Sheng blew a breath, and Baoyu stiffened there, he took ten buttons of paper from Baoyu's hand, carefully folded it and put it into the cuffs, laughed, coughed again, and then straightened his face.

"This great blessing is the preaching of the saints, and the old man will give you more articles on the meaning of the article, but how much you can get depends on yourself. ”

After that, Kong Sheng sat down cross-legged, and when he landed, the thatched hut flew away, and countless snow-white velvet flowers fell in the air.

Baoyu knows that the Buddhist lecture will be the golden lotus of the earth and the lotus flower of the tongue, and if Confucius preaches, it is normal to have such a vision, but what about the velvet flower?

Baoyu was able to move, raised his hand, caught a small velvet, and immediately was shocked, surprised and even panicked:

"Talent that can be devoured directly? And without damaging the foundation of potential?"