Zheng Lang's attitude towards this is both positive and negative, Fan Zhongyan attaches too much importance to the exam, what can he get out of the exam, he reads Confucius and Mencius's books very well, he can't be a man, he can't govern, can he be a good official. Therefore, if it is audited, it is still re-examined and evaluated. But how to test this performance assessment, and who will take it? Speaking of which, it is still just talk on paper, and at most some clauses are formulated to serve as a moderation. The most important thing is not the exam, but the investigation, just like Li Wei, who doesn't read much, is also the top official of the Yongzheng Dynasty.

This also has the credit of the eldest lady, take out the family's money, help relatives and poor children of the clan, let them buy fields, invest in workshops, and live a settled life, as for being an official, which of you will be an official? So in the king of Decao, in the backyard - there was no fire.

Then to the Zheng house, the original for a few students to build the house, and given to Fan Kuan to paint the house to open up, the original - straight empty no one dares to live, just in the north of the village, there is a small slope, long - some bamboo wood, some people live is good scenery, no one lives is gloomy, there are some legends in the village, the eldest mother wrote a letter home, Zheng Lang asked Zhao Zhen to give this house to his own family. Or, Your Majesty, you can send someone to dismantle it. After the three houses were opened, they were wider than the original. But now the Zheng family has a large population, and there are many humble guests, including some doormen, and some guards. It doesn't look empty.

Then it was repaired, not luxurious, but still in that low-key and durable style. The only thing that didn't move was Zheng Lang's study, which left too many good memories for a few mothers, and when they thought of their sons, a few mothers came to the study to nag.

But this has also become a sad place for Zheng Lang, thinking of the two deceased mothers, sitting here and crying.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room, and the light was a little dim, and Apricot said, "Slave will bring you a candle." ”

Zheng Lang nodded.

Xing'er brought the candle to light it, but Zheng Lang raised his head and stared at the two portraits he made in a daze, on which the eldest mother and the second mother had charitable faces and smiles. Xing'er stroked Zheng Lang's hand and said softly: "I liked it very much when the eldest mother and second mother went." ”

"Xing'er, tomorrow you and Si'er-Huan'er will also go back to your parents' house."

"Why?"

"Go see your mother."

Si'er asked Zheng Lang to go to the front hall for dinner outside.

Fan Yue'er didn't know where it came from, grabbed a few hares in her hands, and a pheasant full of brocade feathers, and said happily: "Zheng Xianggong, this is what I hunted with my guards." ”

When eating, he was silent, not because he was silent, but because Zheng Lang was depressed and too lazy to speak.

—After a silent dinner, Zheng Lang continued to read, and wanted to write about benevolence and righteousness, and then rebuild the mean, but people are lazy, and their heads are often blank and they can't write. So he turned out the books of the hundred schools of thought, and then read them carefully.

The myth of them is the understanding of the ancients in the Spring and Autumn Period, and there are certain limitations. But in this day and age, they have been mythologized. Absorb the thoughts of hundreds of schools of thought and make their thoughts fuller. Even if you are repairing books, you should also use the words of these predecessors to prove your own views.

As the night wore on, I walked to Apricot's room, where she had already fallen asleep, her long black hair scattered outside, shining in the moonlight. The fragrant shoulders are half exposed, and the outside is wrapped in a thin silk quilt on the bed, which is half covered and half exposed, which is even more charming. Zheng Lang didn't bother, tiptoed to the bedside, quietly took off his clothes, and then went to bed.

Xing'er was still asleep, and faintly felt that Zheng Lang was coming, and habitually arched into his arms, and put the soft and smooth back of her body on Zheng Lang's chest.

Zheng Lang smiled, untied the belt of her back, stroked her little belly, and the woman's fat fragrance passed into her nose. Zheng Lang said in a low voice: "Xing'er, are you asleep?" ”…,

There was a sound of even thought, and Zheng Lang had no choice but to shake his head and say, "You slept really hard today." ”

Thinking that the new breath gradually subsided, Zheng Lang originally wanted to sleep, and asked strangely: "Xing'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

Don't answer.

Zheng Lang was happy, slid down with his hand, and after a while, he slipped out of the dampness, Zheng Lang chuckled again: "Xing'er, if you don't speak again, I will force it...... Finish. ”

Still not answered.

"What game do you want to play?" Zheng Lang's hand moved up, moved to his chest, and suddenly stopped, no, Jiang Xing'er gave birth to a daughter, breastfeeding, soft, not as hard as now, Zheng Lang asked in surprise: "Who are you?" ”

Saying that, she turned her face over, not Xing'er, but Fan Yue'er, whether her face was red or not, she couldn't see it, but her big eyes were flashing, and when she saw Zheng Lang looking at her, she closed it shyly, and suddenly said, "Something got into my stomach." ”

Moist — mass, naturally good drilling. It slipped into it on its own......

Zheng Lang was frightened - jumped, this really can't be messed up, no one will drag Fan Yue'er to check if it is a virgin, but if there is something in the million, the 100,000 mouths will not be clear. Although it is a pretense that the minister is not allowed to share a bed with his wife during the funeral, Fan Yue'er has not passed the door, and she is pregnant, and she has fallen into the mud pit in her life in moral exercises.

However, Zheng Lang was a little in a daze, how did Fan Yue'er come to Jiang Xing'er's bed?

Fan Yue'er didn't understand, she writhed uneasily, slipped again, and suddenly whispered: "Zheng Xianggong, it's a little painful." ”

Braked suddenly, Zheng Lang quickly got up from the bed, got dressed, and said, "Yue'er, you get up and get dressed." ”

Fan Yue'er obediently dressed herself, and her towering breasts were very charming in the moonlight. However, Zheng Lang didn't care about this, waited for her to put on her clothes, felt the tongue of fire, lit the candle, and then looked at the bed...... According to legend, there are people who can tell with their eyes whether a woman is a virgin or not......

Defense: contact edge ball, add - point material.

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