In a room in the restaurant, Jiang Ni was lying on the table and counting dozens of copper coins.

Accustomed to living a poor life, the little clay figure has long forgotten that she was in the emperor's house when she was young, and each copper plate is her lifeline. When she is in a good mood, she will count the copper coins to see how far she is from buying a coffin, and when she is in a bad mood, she will also count, count, and the mood will be better.

The two tiger cubs lay on their stomachs and licked their paws.

The tiger cub suddenly got up from the ground, wagged his tail and ran towards the door, letting out a few roars from his mouth.

Jiang Ni turned his head and saw the cheap master walking in from outside, and asked in an uneven voice, "How is the big county lord?" ”

"The spirit is good, I guess I'm picking up Xu Fengnian's pants at this time." Jing Zhou grabbed a tiger cub and looked at it, it was a lot fatter, and it was about the same size as a dog.

Jiang Ni said "oh" and stopped talking.

Carrying the tiger cubs, Jing Zhou said in surprise: "Xu Zhihu said that he can tell at a glance whether the bird is big or small, good or bad, this ability, but it is amazing, but how can I not believe it, master?" only uses Xu Fengnian to practice, but he can't practice this ability. ”

Jiang Ni was stunned for a while before he reacted, and suddenly thought of what the cheap master said, "There are clothes in the eyes, but there are no clothes in the heart", and he took a sip with a red face.

It's just that this bird is big and small, is there good and bad?

Jiang Ni pondered for a moment and hurriedly suppressed the question.

Throwing the tiger cub on the ground, Jing Zhou took a few steps forward and said, "Silly apprentice, how about counting the money?" ”

Jiang Ni suddenly remembered something, put away a few copper plates on the table, and hid them.

Jing Zhou quipped: "So stingy? It's indispensable to show people, and besides, the copper plates on your table can't buy a pot of wine, so I can't look down on it, what are you doing hiding it? ”

The little clay figure who had been deceived by a cheap master for two hangs of money was still not at ease, raised his head and asked, "Really?" ”

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Jing Zhou couldn't cry or laugh: "Really, if you don't take your copper plate, you won't take any of it." ”

Jiang Ni took out the copper plate again, put it on the table, tilted his head and counted them one by one, and did not feel bored.

Read to Xu Fengnian, word by word, and read a few boxes of books, although she doesn't make much money, she still has a few thousand taels. Although there is a lot of money, but each piece is a paper silver ticket, looking not steady, for fear of taking it out by the wind and running away or accidentally soaking the silver ticket when washing clothes, the simple silver ticket to carry is not a piece with rusty copper plate called ginger mud feel solid.

Jing Zhou poured himself a cup of tea and said, "Girl, discuss something with you?" ”

"Borrowing money doesn't need to be discussed." Like Pixiu, the little clay figure who only eats and doesn't vomit covers the copper plate on the table, and looks at the cheap master like a thief.

The money is still held in her own hands, but it took her more than ten years of hard work to understand. It is natural to repay debts, but once you lend it out, God knows when it will be repaid, and when you encounter a scoundrel like a cheap master, you don't plan to repay it nine times out of ten.

Jing Zhou smiled angrily: "The master seems to be a person who is short of money? You can't have a bigger pattern, think about other things, such as the master coming to give you money? ”

Jiang Ni said with a look of disbelief: "Would you have such a good heart?" The last time I blackmailed Xu Fengnian for one hundred and twenty yuan, I got it by myself with my ability, why do I want Sanqi to share it with you? ”

The little clay figure said justifiably, which made Jing Zhou laugh at it, this girl said that she picked the door, the dagger of the Western Chu Chuan Kingdom worth twelve cities can be borrowed at will, and the rune is still inserted in Li Chungang's bun, saying that she is relentless, and she is like a dog protecting food, and even a copper plate is in her eyes.

After the little clay figure counted the copper plates on the table three times, Jing Zhou said: "It's just a few dozen dollars, how can the master be such a stingy person?" Girl, you go with me to meet someone, and the master doesn't want this money. ”

Jiang Ni frowned, his doubts deepened, and asked, "Really?" ”

Jing Zhou said calmly: "The gentleman has no jokes. ”

Jiang Ni saw that the cheap master's demeanor did not seem to be fake, he slapped the table, his belly rose sharply, and he shouted a word: "Go!" ”

Put the tiger cub in Yu Youwei, Jing Zhou took Jiang Ni to Baoguo Temple. The old sword god seemed to have guessed something, ignored Jiang Ni's little eyes, followed behind cheekily, picked his teeth with his hand, and said unclearly: "The rice in Baoguo Temple can bring out the flavor of birds, why don't you catch some game and stew some soup for a while?" ”

Jing Zhou walked in front and said, "Didn't you look at the princess in the restaurant?" As the old saying goes, there is beauty to eat, and if you take a few more looks, you won't be hungry. ”

Li Chungang said regretfully: "That little lady is beautiful and beautiful, but she can't let go of Mu Nene, she doesn't know the slightest bit of style, and it's boring to look at it." This woman, at the age of thirty wolves and forty tigers, it is better to be a fox, otherwise it will be a waste of capital, and the old man looks at the eldest daughter of Xu Cripple, which is an excellent one. ”

Jing Zhou nodded in agreement, Pei Nanwei has been abused by Zhao Heng for a long time, and he has long lost the aura that he should have at the age of being jealous. He turned his head to Jiang Ni and said, "Girl, did you hear that?" This woman will need to know how to use it for the rest of her life. ”

The word wolf like a tiger fell in the ears of Jiang Ni, a person who doesn't understand the interesting things of the boudoir, very harsh, how can he say these things in broad daylight and under the bright and bright world?

The little clay figure turned his head and reminded: "The gentleman has no jokes!" ”

Jing Zhou smiled dumbly.

Along the way, the old sword god pondered what to eat for a while, and ate cabbage and tofu with a group of bald donkeys, which was obviously not to his liking, and he didn't have any wine, so he drank it just now, and this meat is indispensable.

Why don't you go to the merit pond in the temple to catch a few koi?

Those bald donkeys not only eat their own oily faces, their heads are stunned, and the fish raised in this water are also very fat, not bad for Xu Cripple's fish in the Chao Lake, one can catch several of them.

One is braised in a fire, one is roasted, and two stews are served, as for the wine, there are always some monks in the temple who do not keep the precepts.

Today, there is a debate between the king and the king in the Baoguo Temple, it is still early at this time, and it has not yet begun, but in the shade of the tree under the Wolong pine outside the wall of the Baoguo Temple, there are already a few sons and brothers who are served by maids, talking about the way of the king, which is very comfortable.

A little farther away from Wolong Song, Chen Xiliang lingered back with Tinker Bell.

When he came to Baoguo Temple today, he didn't argue for the way of the king, but wanted to happen to see if he could meet the purple-clothed boy in Tinker Bell's mouth again, so that he could thank him in person. After all, in Jiangnan Province, the debate on such an elegant thing that can make a name for oneself has no chance for the disciples of the poor sect to participate, just look at the few novices guarding in front of the Baoguo Temple, and you can know that if you don't have an identity, you can't even enter the temple gate.

After two cups of tea, the door of the Baoguo Temple was opened, and the scholars who were qualified to participate in the elegant affairs of the Qushui Liuyu entered the temple one after another, and the ordinary scholars whose identity and life experience were not enough were to join in the excitement and hang outside the temple.

In this elegant place where there is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding, the poor scholar and the little beggar are undoubtedly the eyesore. Several scholars who stayed outside the temple pointed at Chen Xiliang, who was wearing coarse cloth clothes, and bluntly said that this person would not look in the mirror, Baoguo Temple is a holy place of Qing Tan in Jiangnan Province, and these well-known scholars from other doors can't enter, not to mention this poor dog who doesn't even have a scholar? It's just self-inflicted humiliation.

The little beggar stood cowardly behind Chen Xiliang and said in a low voice, "Brother Chen, shall we go to the side?" ”

The poor scholar smiled and touched the little beggar's head, and pulled the little beggar out again.

Tired of standing for a while, Chen Xiliang pulled Tinker Bell to sit down, ignored the surrounding discussions, took out a yellowed book from his sleeve and looked at it, just turned a few pages, Tinker Bell stood up, took his hand, and said happily: "Brother Chen, it's that son." ”

The poor scholar got up and looked along Tinker Bell's fingers, only to see three people coming towards him, one of them was dressed in purple and holding a jade fan, and he was extravagant, thinking that he was the one who cured Tinker Bell's disease.

After a few hundred steps, Li Chungang heard the hustle and bustle in front of Baoguo Temple.

The old sword god pursed his lips, he really looked down on the scholars in front of these temples, and sneered: "The stinky problem of literati being light will not be able to change it in another thousand years, especially when the scholars kill the scholars, they are more willing to contribute than anyone else, that is ruthless." ”

Jing Zhou looked at the oncoming scholar and said: "Zhumen science is not shallow to harm people, the sage avenue is not made behind closed doors, and these scholars have distorted the righteousness of the sage. The sage book compiled by Zhang Fuzi's protégé, although the truth is exhausted, but the book is inevitably heavier, and it is difficult to only read to achieve self-cultivation and benefit others! ”

The old sword god snorted twice, too lazy to say anything more about those scholars.

Jiang Ni was limited to his skills, and he couldn't really hear it, so he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Li Chungang and asked, "Is there a big event in this temple?" ”

The old sword god pinched his ears and said disdainfully: "Can a scholar have a big fart?" There is nothing else to do except play lip service, and there is a king in it today. ”

Wang Ba Theory?

Ginger mud listened to the misty lake.

Jing Zhou glanced at the little clay figure who was entangled in the word "Wang Ba", and said with a smile: "It's a debate between the royal road and the domineering." Confucianism respects the king and the tyrant, and the Legalists do the opposite, and the debate between the kings and the tyrants is better than a dispute between Confucianism and doctrine. ”

Jing Zhou slowly explained for Jiang Ni that Chen Xiliang had already come to the three of them with Tinker Bell.

"Thank you for your help before." Chen Xiliang bowed heavily.

Jing Zhou gently flicked it, held it up, and said: "Don't be polite, don't think I'm a good person, help this little beggar next to you get rid of the old disease, mixed with other thoughts." ”

The scholar's body stiffened, and this boy spoke so frankly!

Jiang Ni snorted with disdain, as if he disliked the "noble" quality of the cheap master.

The old sword god couldn't stand it from the sidelines, but fortunately turned his head over. Jiang Ni, this girl, is inevitably too simple, the good and the bad are written on her face, in this life, there is a chance that she can't fight Xu Fengnian's ghostly rabbit cub.

But ignore your thoughts, just look at your temperament, this stupid girl is really a little like herself, he has been doing most of his life, isn't this virtue?

No matter what kind of hypocrisy and wrongdoing, he Li Chungang does things and speaks, and never cares about the opinions of the world.

Jing Zhou looked at the scholar in front of him for a moment, and said with a smile: "Would you like to go into the temple to debate?" ”

The scholar's face was expressionless, but he tightened his hand and nodded.

The scholars in front of the Baoguo Temple who pointed out Chen Xiliang, although they were unscrupulous, but their eyesight was still there, and they were undoubtedly a little apprehensive when they saw the noble son in purple clothes coming slowly with Chen Xiliang. Although these people spare no effort to criticize the people in the poor family, but they wag their tails and beg for mercy on the people in the big clan, even if the people in the rich family fart, these people sniff a few times, clap their hands and say that the fart is fragrant.

This boy in purple won't stand up for that poor dog, right?

A few people were worried for a moment, and when they saw that the purple-clothed boy ignored them and walked towards the temple gate, they breathed a sigh of relief and were relieved.

The two novices in front of the Baoguo Temple respectfully welcomed Jing Zhou and his party in, and many people who wandered back in front of the Baoguo Temple saw this scene and guessed what the identity of the purple-clothed boy was.

Seeing that the cold dog and the cross-eyed old man followed the purple-clothed boy into the temple, the few people who were worried before were extremely sour in their hearts, so Chen Xiliang had to go in, after all, he was still a scholar, but the one-armed bad old man, like a horseman, why did he go in?

At this time, the people in the Baoguo Temple are boiling, the cheers are continuous, the place near the lake in the temple, the pavilions and pavilions are crowded with people.

Jiang Ni stood aside and listened with his ears sideways for a moment, only to feel that what the speaker in the audience said was mysterious and mysterious, which made people confused.

The old sword god scolded and said: "Jiang girl, don't listen to this scholar's words, white horses are not horses, and his mother's bullshit doesn't make sense." ”

Jiang Ni let out an "oh" and tilted his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

After listening for a while, Jing Zhou left Chen Xiliang and the little beggar behind, walked towards a corner with Jiang Ni, and said with a smile: "Since it is a debate, it is natural to say something mysterious, the more obscure it sounds, the more it seems that a person is knowledgeable, otherwise every sentence is clear, wouldn't it be the identity of a scholar?" ”

Jiang Ni lowered her head and pondered the cheap master's words, feeling that there was some truth, she suddenly felt a vigorous sword intent emanating from Li Chungang's body, and looked up at the middle-aged young man in a young shirt staggering over.

When the middle-aged Confucian walked twenty steps away from Jiang Ni, his sleeves waved together, as if he wanted to dust off the dust to show respect, and then he knelt down with a bang, and said with tears in his eyes: "Cao Changqing, the criminal minister of Western Chu, see Her Royal Highness the Princess!" ”

After Jiang Ni heard the words of the Confucian scholar in the green shirt, he was like hearing a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

Cao Qingyi?

Cao Qingyi, the invincible former minister of Western Chu?

Since he was a child, under the fence of Beiliang Wangfu, Jiang Ni's memory has long been molded into the lake, and the words Xichu and princess are even more out of reach.

Jing Zhou smiled at Jiang Ni: "Didn't you say that you want to return to the country in your dreams?" At this time, why was he scared when he saw this Xichu merryman? Girl, don't you want to marry Xu Fengnian? Xu Fengnian's maid is not qualified for the position of a princess, but this princess of Da Chu ......"

Jiang Niden had three more points of courage, clenched his fists, and glared at the cheap master angrily, as if he was blaming him for saying something shameless in the daylight, and then turned his head to look at the green clothes kneeling on the ground, and said softly: "Uncle Qizhao? ”

Cao Changqing, who had gray temples, slowly raised his head, his eyes were hazy with tears.

In her memory, she was still the little princess who had been held by herself.

She's like her!

That year, he was in high spirits, she came belatedly humming the country sound, and the two met by chance in a corner of the garden, and the shadow fell heavily on his heart.

Later, she became the queen, and he led the troops out of Beijing, but he never thought that he would never meet again once he went.