Daning Dynasty god-level sign-in system

In fact, Wang Qiming cannot be blamed for this.

In the Daning Dynasty, the culture was noble and the military was inferior, which has long been a matter of convention.

Although the founding heroes have a high status, in the eyes of other scholars, they are really far behind.

What does it mean that everything is inferior, but reading is high?
After reading the book and passing the Juren and Jinshi exams, you can enter the court and become an official.

Then you can become a superior person and become a member of the civil servant group.

As for those warriors who only have brute force but no brains, in the eyes of the civil official group, they are not worth mentioning at all.

"This court is rich in culture and military, why do you make me kneel down?"

"Are you sure you don't kneel?"

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Resolutely do not kneel!"

"Lightning! Go!"

Lightning followed the trend.

"Ah? You're shameless! My officer... hateful tiger... ah..."

Wang Qiming was thrown down.

There were endless howls of misery.

He wants to resist, and wants to maintain the character of a literati!

However, he dare not!

The ferocious tiger head, sharp teeth, and barbed tiger tongue licked his smooth old face, causing burning pain.

"My officer...I...I was wrong, please let Uncle Zhongyong let me go!"

"NND, it would have been better to do this earlier!"

Xiao Yan recalled Lightning.

Wang Qiming walked through the tiger's mouth once, still trembling all over.

"The next official kowtows to Mr. Xiao!"

Xiao Yan: "Okay, you can get out!"

Wang Qiming was frightened and ran away.

"Wait a moment!"

"Is there anything else, my lord?"

An emergency brake, Wang Qiming almost fell.

"I give you half an hour to clear the back house! Get lost!"

Wang Qiming gritted his teeth, "Understood, my lord."

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Not far from the magistrate's yamen, there is a courtyard with three entrances.

This is Wang Qiming's outer house.

Mrs. Wang looked sad, "Master, are we going to be bullied like this?"

"Father! The child refuses to accept it! I want revenge!"

Wang Lang changed into a new set of clean clothes, this time he was ashamed.

I'm afraid that within three days, everyone in Suzhou City will know that he, the eldest son of the prefect's family, was so frightened that he pissed and shitted.

Wang Qiming sullenly said, "Stop yelling, don't you feel ashamed enough?"

Mrs. Wang, mother and son kept silent.

One was frightened and fainted, and the other directly urinated and defecated.

The servants have already spread the word.

For a period of time in the future, I will definitely not be able to go out to meet people.

Wang Qiming's face sank like water, and it took a long time before he said darkly, "Xiao Yan, I won't make it easy for you either!"

Wang Lang happily said: "Father, what good idea have you thought of?"

Wang Qiming nodded: "He, Xiao Yan, is a first-order rootless duckweed. I'll make him a loner first!"

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That night!

The royal mansion!

He Jin, chief arrester of the Suzhou government office, and Sun Haiyang, a pawn, sneaked into the courtyard.

"Sir, here we come!"

"Sit down quickly!"

"I don't know if your lord summoned us, what's the matter?"

"He Jin, Sun Haiyang, I am no longer the prefect of Suzhou. I may not be able to take care of you in the future."

"Why did your lord say that? I, He Jin, have been taken care of by your lord, and I am definitely not that ungrateful villain!"

"That's right, today's new acting magistrate doesn't take you seriously, my lord, I'm really upset!"

"Hey! One moment and another, the official has lost power now, how can he fight her and him!"

"My lord, is there nothing we can do?"

"There is a way, but there are no capable people who want to help..."

"My lord, if you still think highly of me and Sun Haiyang, how about letting us come?"

"Is this not a joke? Are you serious?"

The two nodded vigorously.

"Okay! I really did not misunderstand the person, the two of you are so...so..."

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"dong dong dong"

"Master, someone outside is beating drums to complain!"

"Grass! So early?"

Xiao Yan's eyes were sleepy, he stretched himself, and didn't want to get up.

After working for a long time yesterday, I just cleaned up the place where I live.

All daily necessities such as beds have been replaced with new ones.

Fortunately, there is a system, otherwise it would take a few days to get everything ready.

Of course, he, the wounded, does not need to do it himself.

His main job is to watch Chan'er command a group of people to work.

The wound on the leg has mostly healed, but not completely.

Fortunately, no muscles and bones were injured, otherwise I would not be able to walk so quickly.

Chan'er held the wash water, "Master, it's getting late, it's time to get up!"

She put the water basin on the shelf, and skillfully brought out neatly folded, clean and tidy clothes.

"Master, I will help you get dressed!"

"Cough cough! Chan'er! Let me slow down first, and put it on later!"

Looking at Ding Tianzhu, Xiao Yan hurriedly covered up.

When I wake up every morning, some places are like iron pillars.

Especially Chan'er's "slave" just now, it was like a shot into her soul.

Xiao Yan secretly said that he couldn't bear it, Xiao Nizi was trying to lure someone to death.

Chan'er was puzzled: "Oh! But Nu Mingming sees that the young master is very energetic."

Xiao Yan's heart thumped, the beating speed obviously doubled, "Amitabha..."

Chan'er murmured in a low voice: "Master, it's really strange. Did you learn monks to recite scriptures early in the morning?"

Although the voice was low, the room was very quiet, Xiao Yan heard it clearly.

"Xiao Nizi, isn't it because of you?"

Of course, this is just slander.

After a long time, Qi and blood calmed down.

Under Chan'er's service, Xiao Yan changed his clothes.

Feudalism is really bad, and it can even be said to be harmful.

Xiao Yan sighed again, he had gradually gotten used to Chan'er's personal service.

In fact, he wasn't used to it before, but he couldn't stand Chan'er's pitiful appearance when she was about to cry every time she was rejected.

It was obviously for her own good, making Xiao Yan feel as if he had done something bad in the end.

Unable to bear it, she gradually tried to let Chan'er serve her.

"Who was playing the drums outside early in the morning?"

"I don't know, Xiaoyi said it. Young master, are you really not going to change your official uniform?"

"No, I'm not going to be promoted today!"

"Oh! Ah? Will someone say that the young master is a corrupt official?"

Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing, "Chan'er's brain circuit is really different, your young master, I have not accepted bribes from others, how can I be called a corrupt official?"

Chan'er was thoughtful, "The young master seems to make sense..."

After washing up, Xiao Yan had breakfast leisurely.

"Xiao Yi, why is the drum beating outside all the time?"

"Master, you don't know what day it is, but dozens of complaints came here at once today! It's almost like an appointment."

"It's not like that, it's just intentional!"

Zhang Xiaoyi scratched his head, puzzled: "Ah? Why?"