In Ling Mei's opinion, if she inquired about their girls' movements, she had to repay the past.

On the side of Mochizuki Tower, Yanxin didn't inquire about the news, she was also smart, she only said that the second girl only let Ling Mei serve, and if she really wanted to inquire, she would only do it tomorrow, Baozhi saw that she didn't break the cleverness, and only returned to her master like this.

Xie Wenhui didn't say much.

In the night, the people who participated in the banquet in the county king's mansion returned to their respective mansions, and the fact that the second girl of Xie Mansion was a disciple of Lan Xiang also spread slowly in private, and they naturally had their own plans in their hearts.

In the study room of the Zhusheng Ju in the front yard of the second room of the Gu Mansion on Tangfu Street, the dim candlelight shines through the window paper, shining in the courtyard, the south wall is embedded with mountain stones, next to the mountain stone is a bamboo forest and plum hall, the layers of rocks are stacked on top of each other, and the ravines are coiled, which makes people feel like they are in the mountains and forests.

The study is mainly dark, the mahogany tables and chairs are simple, the bookshelf is placed with a collection of books, the pen grid, the inkstone, the pen screen, the pen holder, the pen wash are all available, among which the brown government carved the grain spike of the pen and the bronze painting lotus leaf in the water are the most eye-catching, people who do not understand take a look, the brunt will notice these two, if it is a person who knows the goods, it will be shocking that such a thousand gold can be used as an ancestral thing, so casually placed and used, I am afraid that I will beat my chest and feel heartbroken.

Gu Tingzhi stood in front of the mahogany table with his head down, the corners of his eyes moved, and when he heard a sound coming from his head, he stood up again.

Outsiders don't know that Gu Tingzhi, as the only male heir of the Gu family's lineage, was taught and raised by the uncle himself, and he knew who the Lan Xiang monk was, so today he heard that the second girl Xie was a disciple of the Lan Xiang family, he was shocked, and when he heard that the uncle was back home, he immediately rushed to Zhusheng Ju, and the first sentence was asked, and when the little uncle saw it, Gu Tingzhi knew that he had done something wrong.

Gu Ting's father didn't have a father at the age of four, and he was taught by his little uncle since he was a child, he admired his little uncle since he was a child, and his little uncle always treated everything indifferently, but he could quietly do what others wanted to do but couldn't do.

Therefore, he also admires his feelings for his little uncle, and also has the majesty and fear of his father.

"Tell me what's wrong."

Gu Yuan put down the book in his hand, wearing a cyan robe, just sitting there casually, making people have a momentum that could not be underestimated, and where did he dare to look directly at those restrained and bottomless eyes.

As soon as Gu Tingzhi raised his head, he met the eyes of the little uncle who knew everything, and he didn't dare to take it lightly, and after thinking about it, he said slowly, "I was in a panic, and I have been teaching the uncle for many years, but Xie Er pretended to be a disciple of Lan Xiang, and I ..... it."

With a snap, the rosary in Gu Yuan's hand slapped on the table.

Gu Tingzhi's body and mind were in a state of flux, and the uncle had not been angry with him for many years.

"A good name for a person, but there must be a name that is not beautiful and a person who is far from being able to reach it, the Gu clan people have remembered the ancestral teachings for a hundred years, are cautious and modest, and always introspect and be vigilant. Who is she pretending to be is her business, you are arguing with the woman in the boudoir today because of your competitive heart, I don't think you have to participate in this year's spring boudoir, such a proud and dissolute act, he will be a loser in the court. ”

There was the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves outside the window, and Gu Yuan's voice in the study was no different from the warmth of the city on weekdays, but for Gu Tingyuan, it was like a sharp sword shooting straight into Xinfei, his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground.

In a moment, the door of the study was pushed open, Gu Yuan strode out, and when Jiang Yi brought the door outside, he could still see the figure of the eldest young master kneeling straight on the ground.

In the second room of the main room of the long house, Mrs. Gu Sui slowly twisted the rosary, "It's time, right?" ”

"Madam, it's a moment, do you want someone to go and see the eldest young master?" It was Mother Zhu who replied, and the eldest young master was punished by the second master to kneel in the study, and the house was not full.

Sui closed his eyes again, "If you make a mistake, you should be punished, let people prepare ointment to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, and send it to Yusongju tomorrow morning." ”

Yusongju is Gu Tingzhi's courtyard.

Mother Zhu responded, but she couldn't help sighing in her heart, the old lady in the house didn't care about everything, and the eldest lady said so, the eldest young master could only kneel until dawn.

On the side of the Dongjie County Palace, the King of Shouchun County was also in the study at this time, he had already asked about today's events in detail, and his eyes fell on the mother-in-law who was kneeling on the ground, "Take it down." ”

didn't say how to punish it, but the subordinates of the county king's mansion knew that this was the heaviest punishment.

The mother-in-law desperately begged for mercy, "Lord, the slave knows her mistake, spare the slave and the maid this time." ”

Without waiting for any more words, the guards who had come in covered their mouths and went out.

There were no outsiders in the study, and Song Huairong hadn't gotten an analysis from his father, so he looked over.

King Shouchun looked serious, "This matter ends here." Xie Jiangyuan is a person from Zongren Mansion, he is ashamed, and Zongren Mansion will also be dragged to make people discuss. After you go back, tell Nanrong to be more shrewd in the future, Xie Yuanniang is not a fuel-efficient lamp. ”

"Father, that's how Xie Yuanniang charged the head of the county king's mansion? There is also the matter of the disciples of the Lan Xiang monks. Song Huairong was unwilling.

"Who dares to offend the county king's mansion in the capital? Who would take what a little girl said seriously? King Shouchun took this opportunity to teach his son, "You remember, those who can achieve big things are not informal, and if you put your energy into these small things, they will attract people's attention, and even small things will become big things." At this time, the more unjustifiable it is, the more innocent it can prove. ”

"My son was taught." Song Huairong's eyes were full of respect.

The king of Shouchun County only has this only son, so he naturally cultivates it wholeheartedly, "As for the disciples of the Lanxiang monks, the same is true." There are more people staring, which naturally raises the identity of the other party, and if no one mentions it, it is nothing. Xie Yuanniang is so obsessed with fame and fortune at a young age, she is talented, and she has nothing to show for it. ”

After the ridicule, the king of Shouchun County sneered coldly, "What about the disciples of the Lanxiang monks? In the end, it's not Lan Xiang himself. ”

Song Huairong was no more emotional and excited than at this moment, and he was also convinced, "My son is taught as a son." ”