After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

This is a war against time.

Although neither side of the battle noticed the other's existence, their intuition told them to move faster!

Master Tong has always been very meticulous in his work and never does anything by himself.

Therefore, this time, Grand Tutor Tong handed over the matter of framing Marquis Yongchang to his subordinates.

The thunder in the summer night was particularly muffled, and the strong wind accompanied by heavy rain blew open the window of Master Tong’s study.

The sudden coolness startled Master Tong, who was writing a memorial with his eyes lowered, and his heart skipped a beat.

Master Tong put down his brush and frowned. This urgency was accompanied by a bad premonition that appeared again after many years!

Could something have happened at the border?

Master Tong paced to the window. Raindrops hit the window frame, splashing small water droplets with a sense of broken beauty.

Master Tong closed the window and was about to turn around and go back to his desk, but the palpitation lingered in his heart for a long time.

"Someone, take this letter to ..."

Master Tong picked up his pen and wrote a letter of urgency, and after he had his servants send it away, his palpitations eased a lot.

Master Tong sat on the chair and rested for a long time before he laughed at himself.

I have been through wind and rain for decades, but I can't sleep at night because of a little girl. If others tell this, they will laugh at me!

His eyes were full of sinisterness. Even if this girl's surname was Gu, so what?

She is just a dodder. If the big tree on which she depends for survival is pulled out, she will soon wither!

This rare rainy night dissipated some of the heat in Kyoto.

But on the second day, rumors of Marquis Yongchang's rebellion spread like grass that sprouted overnight, reaching every corner.

There is discussion about this matter on the streets.

Inside the Fuquan Teahouse, a thin, small man with a shifty look pretended to be mysterious, but actually spoke in a voice that everyone in the lobby could hear.

"This time it's real! Marquis Yongchang is going to rebel!"

The hall was silent for a second, and then, as if no one had heard these words, some continued drinking tea, some played finger-guessing games, some recited poems, and some made couplets.

The man saw that the reactions of the crowd were completely different from what he had imagined, and he was furious: "This time it is absolutely true, the news came from the Yongchang Marquis's mansion! I heard that when the Yongchang Marquis's wife learned of the letter, she flew into a rage and put the Yongchang Marquis under house arrest!"

Seeing that the man was not giving up, a kind-hearted tea drinker advised him: "That's why this thing can't be true!"

"Yes, last time he said that the Marquis of Yongchang had colluded with the northern border, causing the northern army to march south and approach the capital. This scared me to death! Later, I took several doses of medicine, and then I felt better."

His friend handed him a cup of tea and consoled him, "You're not bad. Do you still remember the wealthy Zhu in our neighborhood? He sold his house overnight at a low price and bought a high-priced boat ticket to the south. Now his family lives in a small courtyard!"

"Hey, what you're saying is that I don't want to sell my house? It's because I don't have a house to sell! It would be great if there is someone like this this time, so I can take the opportunity to buy a house at a low price."

The others laughed mischievously and said, "You are just daydreaming. You want to be beautiful! After the last experience, I guess no one will believe it this time."

"Who do you think spread this rumor? Is it because they can't stand the Yongchang Marquis Mansion?"

"I think it's possible that they released him themselves. Maybe the Marquis of Yongchang did something that angered the heavens and the people, so the Marquis' wife has put him under house arrest!"

This time, facing the rumors, the people of Kyoto seemed very relaxed.

However, the imperial censors who heard the news looked at each other in bewilderment.

"The Lord sent us a letter last night urging us to act quickly. Today, the news of the rebellion is all over the place! Could it be that everything is ready, except for the east wind?"

The censor scratched his head. The report impeaching Marquis Yongchang had already been written, and he was just waiting for the order from the Lord.

But something is not right now.

After Gu Nanxi's repeated instigation, the patriotic enthusiasm of the people of Kyoto was particularly high.

Normally, they would be outraged when they heard that a general was planning a rebellion! Why were they so calm, as if they had heard that it would rain today?

The censor kept his composure and decided to wait and see the situation.

"The Second Part of The Legend of the Lonely City has been written. It is still commissioned by the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang and written by the guest from Penglai himself!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Fuquan Teahouse was no longer as peaceful as before, and instantly became as bustling as a vegetable market.

A group of tea drinkers surrounded the man and asked him all sorts of questions.

"The second part is out. Who is the protagonist? What is it about? Is Yun Gucheng faking his death?"

"Where can I buy it?!"

"Do you have a storybook? I'll buy it for a high price!"

The tea drinkers surrounded the man so tightly that he almost suffocated. "Don't worry, don't worry! I heard from the people at Baihua Printing Factory that Bi Sheng and his team are typeset overnight and rushing to print! It will be ready for mass production tomorrow!"

"Oh, why do we have to wait until tomorrow? My heart feels like it's been scratched by a kitten's claws. How can I sleep well at night?!"

"It's really frustrating! No, I have to go and guard the door of Baihua Printing Factory!"

Tea drinkers came in droves and left in droves.

The censor who was sitting in the corner observing the situation was very upset. It was just a sketchbook, but the commotion caused by it was even bigger than the rumor of rebellion!

Although he was upset, the censor was actually very honest. He decided to go to a familiar bookstore and ask the owner to send him a copy as soon as it was in stock. Money was not a problem!

……

During the court meeting this morning, Master Tong's right eyelid kept twitching, as if something was beyond his expectations.

After the court session, Grand Tutor Tong called his confidant and asked, "Is there any major event in Kyoto today?"

The confidant lowered his head and reported in a low voice: "There are rumors in Kyoto that the Marquis of Yongchang is going to rebel."

Master Tong had a blank expression on his face, but nodded with satisfaction in his heart. It seemed that his subordinates were still very quick in their actions.

The next step is to wait for the rumors to intensify, and the censor will write a letter to criticize the Yongchang Marquis Mansion and completely eradicate the Yongchang Marquis Mansion!

But why is my right eyelid still twitching?

Master Tong stretched out his hand, pressed his eyelids, and went over everything carefully in his mind, but found no omissions.

Maybe it's because I'm old and my kidney yang is insufficient? I'll ask the imperial physician to take my pulse later.

Master Tong put aside the slight worry in his heart.

The next day, just after daybreak, the workers in the printing factory, who had been working overtime all night, had dark circles under their eyes, as they carried out piles of notebooks that smelled of ink.

As soon as the factory gate opened, the workers were frightened by the crowd gathered outside.

"Bookstore in the capital, order 100 copies of the storybook!"

"Qilihe Bookstore, fifty storybooks!"

"Duke Cheng's Mansion, thirty storybooks!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw the servant of the Duke Cheng's mansion puffing out his chest and saying, "There are many masters in the mansion, and everyone has a copy!"

In the blink of an eye, the first batch of notebooks were sold out before they even left the factory!