Gui Zixiao saw a chill: Linlang, can you not be such a son-in-law, who will dare to marry you in the future if you are so fierce and rude?

sighed in his heart, Gui Zixiao became more and more determined to match his daughter and Daozi's connection, as for the young lady of the Xu family? Hehe, what if you get married first? Benzhishu doesn't like to oppress people with power and status, yes, Benzhizhou.

On playing tricks and beating mandarin ducks, Gui Zixiao has the same tricks as the civil officials of the Ming Dynasty, but most of the time he doesn't want to do it, but now for the happiness of his daughter, he can't care about his own feathers. He smiled at the moment: "Bet on the youngest talent in the history of our Taicang Mansion, it must be his Taoist." ”

After listening to Gui Zixiao's words, Linlang almost squirted out a sip of tea that she had just drunk, and said with a smile: "Father, are you funny?" Just his kind of little gentleman! ”

However, after less than five breaths, he felt that something was wrong, because his father's expression was very solemn, not like a joke.

In Linlang's memory, except for when his grandfather Gui Youguang died many years ago, his father had such a solemn expression, and there was really nothing like this time.

Could it be that the father is serious? Is it just that little gentleman?

Linlang remembered the scene of Southeast Qingdao fighting and hugging Miss Xu's family and kissing her, and the scene of the beautiful maid eating popcorn pinching her shoulders and humming and enjoying it, she couldn't help but say domineeringly: "Impossible!" ”

Hearing his daughter's angry words, Gui Zixiao didn't know why his daughter was like this, but he put the celadon cup on the tea set made of red jujube wood and said in a deep voice: "If you lose, promise your father, you will marry Daozi, and you are not allowed to mess around and object."

Yes?

Linlang first exclaimed when she heard this, and then her body couldn't help but shudder: Marry that little brat, little gentleman? Father, are you trying to push your daughter into the fire pit?

Linlang wanted to object, but looking at her father's serious appearance, she bit her rosy lip and retreated.

Linlang is a girl, and although she sometimes behaves "rudely", she is always a girl, from the inside to the outside.

If you compare Daozi to the elegant words of a gentleman who has a tiger in his heart, but sniffs the rose; That Linlang must be a lazy and docile cat, but he likes to pretend to be a "tiger boy".

Linlang in the sleeves was like a soft hand clenched tightly: If you want to be admitted to the youngest talent, you dream.

Linlang already has an idea at this moment, she wants to teach Daozi a hard lesson on the day she accepts apprentices in Nanyuan, so that he knows how many catties and taels he has.

At this time, the Wu family, Daozi was writing the last step of the program, he couldn't help sneezing twice, and said in his heart: Which family is thinking about Young Master Ben again?

Shaking his head slightly, Daozi put the Huzhou pen inlaid with jade on the pen stand, and then picked up the program he wrote and looked at it, he wanted to check if there were any mistakes.

The warm morning sun shines in the small amusement park. The cobwebs on those peach trees were still stained with dew.

Daozi was wearing a plain silk Taoist robe, refining eight sections of brocade in the Moon Pavilion for a while, his body felt slightly sweating, so he took it, Xing'er put on a thick coat for Daozi, afraid that he would suffer from the cold, Mei'er poured a cup of hot water for Daozi, Daozi put on his coat and drank hot water, and secretly touched the bodies of the two a few times before returning to the cottage satisfied.

Michiko didn't know why, since he learned Baduanjin, he found that his body and mind were no longer fresh and elegant, but had a hot flash, like a tiger of desire began to awaken.

Sometimes he even had sexual visions in his dreams that would only appear in later generations of boys when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, the kind of longing for a woman to be dazzling.

Daozi has the memory of two lives, he already knew the feeling of the white flowers dazzling to the touch, but now it naturally feels more real in the dream.

But fortunately, every time it was critical, he would wake up with his eyes flushed.

Xing'er saw that his face was flushed and his forehead was sweaty, and he asked him strangely several times, but he didn't dare to say it, under the moonlight, the candle shadow was charming. The eyes were staring at the apricot's convex figure.

It was also at that time that Daozi always subconsciously took advantage of Xing'er and Mei'er. The second daughter didn't seem to notice it, which made Daozi even more pleasant.

Michiko also knew that it was wrong for him to do this, but he just couldn't help it. He wanted to ask Zhang Shipei if he had gone mad by practicing Baduanjin, which is why he had this state of hyperyang, but out of shame, he didn't dare to ask.

In the grass hall, Liu Xiucai was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, and the sturdy six or seven were snoring and sleeping on the table, and Daozi said with a wry smile: There is a kind of companion reading called people's companion reading.

Think about it, whether Daozi is seen in literary works, later TV series or movies, which one is not a handsome little scholar? Well, when you come to yourself, you are a fierce man like Six or Seven!

Returning to his desk, Daozi put the cotton cushion on the jujube wood chair, then sat down, and then picked up the hardcover personal essay on the desk and read it.

This anthology is not thick, about 100 pages, but the articles in the anthology are very classic.

The name of the anthology is "Jia Sheng", and it was published by a big bookseller surnamed Wang in Suzhou Prefecture.

Jia Sheng is also the famous political thinker Jia Yi of the Western Han Dynasty. This collection of essays collects some of Jia Yi's classic works, such as "On the Passage of Qin", "On Accumulation and Sparseness", "Chen Zhengshi Shu" and so on.

Among them, "Chen Zhengshi Shu" is Daozi's most bullish work in Jia Yi's opinion, oh no, to be precise, it is the first bullish political work in Chinese history.

Whenever he reads it, Daozi can't help but be moved: "It can be one for those who cry bitterly, two for runny nose, and six for long sighs."

Jia Yi is a great political thinker, his theory was wrong, the master father Yan, Sima Xiangru, Ban Gu, Wang Chong, Yang Zhen and others inherited one by one, is the first person in the Han family to integrate Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, Yin and Yang.

If Daozi wants to worship Wang Shizhen, who advocates "Chinese language", he naturally has to read Jia Yi's writings.

Daozi is now reading "Chen Zhengshishu", also known as "Public Security Policy", this political treatise, he reads it every day, but the feeling is different every time he reads it. He now understands more and more why the Taizu of the Republic said that this political essay is the first Xiongwen in the Western Han Dynasty.

This article touches on the institutional issues of the central and local governments, the integration of ethnic groups in China, the diplomatic issues between the Han Dynasty and the border countries, and the relationship between the monarchy, the relative power, and the theocracy.

After reading it, Michiko closed the book and closed his eyes in meditation, which was a good habit he had developed for a long time.

In this good habit, he can get useful inspiration from this meditation.

The so-called big Han big Han, the reason why the big Han is big is because of the fragmentation of knowledge. Although Jia Sheng is from a lofty position, his descendants have not dug into his ideological framework one by one to form a set of systematic political theories.