After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

When an individual joins a group, the group's consciousness will carry the individual's consciousness forward.

Especially when group consciousness completely represents the individual's inner self.

The loud noise coming from Daxiangguo Temple was radiating and spreading around Kyoto at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The wife of Marquis Yongchang is indeed the orphan of the God of War Gu! She has inherited his legacy and is an iron-blooded lady!"

"The military officers are spitting all over the court, but they are no match for the civil officials. The wife of Marquis Yongchang can use a little trick to make them shine!"

"You didn't see it. Boss Li and Li Jin were fighting fiercely on the stage. Every punch they threw caused waves of energy!"

"Those bulging muscles are bigger than steamed buns, with beads of sweat on them, and they are shiny and slippery." Some tea drinkers were envious.

"Tsk, he's just a reckless warrior. Even wearing a scholar's shirt, he doesn't look ethereal at all." A skinny tea drinker with a long beard said sourly.

"You are as thin as a bamboo pole. At home, your wife can easily knock you down with one punch." People who knew him mercilessly exposed his shortcomings in public.

The bearded tea drinker blushed and stiffened his neck to argue: "I am a good man and I don't want to fight with a woman!"

"How can you have the courage to fight her? Your fields, your house, your land, all belong to your wife. Even your family's livelihood depends on your wife. You only have the reputation of a scholar, but you have never made any contribution to your family. Pity your wife, such a good woman..."

Those who knew the inside story shook their heads.

"That's not so bad. If she had followed Li Daniu next door, I don't know how easy her life would have been!"

"Li Daniu has made many contributions. Now he has fields and land. He is also strong and capable. He is living a prosperous life!"

"Oh, this is all his father-in-law's fault! He disliked Li Daniu because he only had brute strength and was not like a scholar..."

A woman sighed: "These are all empty talk. Living a good life is the real thing. For ordinary families like us, the stronger the man, the better. Even if we meet a scoundrel, we can still fight him off."

The tea drinkers all fell silent.

As the saying goes, the King of Chu likes thin waists, and many people in the palace starve to death.

Because nobles love to wear flowers and apply powder, in recent years, the preference for men has been increasingly towards beautiful women, and this trend is gradually spreading to the common people.

It’s fine for nobles and wealthy families to pursue these things as they can afford it anyway.

But how can such a man from a common family plow the land and support his family?

In a private room on the second floor of Fuquan Teahouse, the old man took off the flowers on his head and looked out the window. His eyes were so deep that it seemed as if he had traveled through the long river of time and space and saw the past and the future.

"So, this is the real intention of that little girl Gu Nanxi!"

The middle-aged man slammed the table, and the porcelain cups on the table made crackling sounds, but they were no match for the middle-aged man's loud laughter.

"Grown up, she really grew up!"

"If Gu Lang knew about this, he would be relieved!"

The middle-aged man was laughing, and suddenly he lay down on the tea table and burst into tears, his voice suppressed and forbearing.

"We have used our pens as spears and our words as shields, running around and shouting for ten years, but we are not as good as Gu Nanxi's little move of the hand! How ashamed!"

Without the old man's comfort, the middle-aged man soon came to his senses: "The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach. The position of flag bearer must be handed over to the young people!"

"They are smart, brave and resourceful!"

"We are concentrating on following behind them and protecting them!"

The old man came back to his senses, his face a mixture of memories, regrets and expectations.

After a long time, the wife spoke softly, her voice so soft that it was unclear whether she was speaking to the middle-aged man or to herself.

"No hurry, let's wait a little longer. The Gu family only has this one child left..."

A century-old family of generals, from the original ten sons of the Gu family, to now only one Gu Nanxi is left.

The borders of the Great Zhou Dynasty were stained with the blood of the Gu family.

After all, we can’t let the Gu family be completely extinct.

The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of the tragedy of the Gu family. He sighed and smiled bitterly, "Gu Nanxi, that girl, jumped up and down and insisted on getting into this chess game. She seems to have a righteous mind, and I'm afraid she can't be influenced by us."

"Yes, it's the kid from the Gu family." The old man was helpless. He still had the same stubborn temper and was as evil as ever.

They seem to be behaving themselves peacefully, but who knows how big a hole they are causing secretly.

Judging from Gu Nanxi's performance a while ago, she lay in the backyard, seemingly doing nothing, just like an ordinary woman.

Who could have thought that her plan was so far-reaching! She manipulated all the forces in her hands, and even took the young saint into account.

"No wonder that guy was so afraid of Gu Nanxi. At first, I laughed at him for being like a frightened bird. Now it seems that I still underestimated Gu Nanxi."

The middle-aged man sighed. It had only been such a short time since he last returned to Kyoto, yet so many remarkable figures had already emerged in Kyoto.

In the corner of the lobby on the first floor of Fuquan Teahouse, a beautiful woman with a veil threw some silver on the table, then stood up and left.

"Jingniang, are we going back now?" The little maid beside the beautiful woman looked at the storyteller in the hall reluctantly.

The storyteller happened to be talking about the people in Daxiangguo Temple, who shouted in unison, "Every man has his share of responsibility for the rise and fall of a country!"

Jingniang pulled her veil together, her eyes sparkling.

Ever since Wen Yu settled him in the courtyard, he had never seen Su Xuanming and others again, and had never even set foot in Baichuan Academy.

Wen Yu, this woman, looks cold and aloof, but she is actually very thoughtful and guards herself against others as if she were guarding against a thief.

If I just sit there and wait for death, not only will I fail to fulfill that person's request, but I will also have to sacrifice the rest of my life.

"Jingniang, this is not the direction back home." The little maid looked alert and reminded in a low voice.

"Well, I'm going to the outskirts of Beijing to relax. If you're worried, you can call a few more servants over." Jingniang said calmly.

The little maidservant was not polite at all. She gave the idle man ten cents and asked him to go to the yard and call ten servants to come over.

Jingniang didn't comment, and her feet continued to move steadily, as if she really just wanted to relax.

Although Kyoto was still bustling and prosperous, the main streets were much quieter because most of the small vendors and people had gone to Daishokoku-ji Temple.

Jingniang raised the corners of her mouth. Everything in this world is like this!

Either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind.

It all depends on which wind is stronger.

"Madam Yongchang!" "As long as the flying general of Longcheng is here!"

Along the way, similar voices were heard constantly. Jingniang made up her mind and became more and more determined!

The eagle soars in the sky with the strong wind, and the roc flies over the sea waves in spring!

I will never be trapped to death in this small courtyard!