After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Gu Nanxi and Su Xuanming tacitly pretended that the matter of selling dementia had never happened and never mentioned it to anyone else.

Su Xuanming is still the young man who studied hard for an hour but still couldn't catch up with Su Yunting even with a glance, but his heart has calmed down a lot.

The haze lingering in my heart seemed to have been bought away along with the dementia.

Happy times are always short. The holidays passed in a flash, and the officials yawned and dragged their heavy feet to court.

At the winter break cram school at Yongchang Marquis's mansion, Old Man Cui said a sentence every day to encourage learning: "Books are as affectionate as old friends, and they are always with you in joy and sorrow from morning to night."

"Brother! Brother!" Chen Yixuan secretly threw a small paper ball to Su Xuanming.

Su Xuanming glanced at Old Man Cui and saw that he was closing his eyes and mumbling what he was going to teach today, so he quickly untied the paper ball.

It read: "Step 1 of the plan to steal the test paper: sneak into the study room at night. Meet after school!"

Su Xuanming pressed the paper ball under the book, his heart beating fast.

When Old Man Cui opened his eyes, he saw Chen Yixuan scratching his ears and cheeks below him. The stool seemed to have grown nails. Su Xuanming's big eyes showed deep guilt.

"Ahem, I'm not feeling well today. You guys go home and study on your own." Old man Cui put his hands behind his back and walked out of the study room with a shaky step.

When no one could see him, he fluttered his old legs and ran to the main courtyard to find Gu Nanxi: "Let's go! Let me see what these little bastards are planning to do!"

How could Gu Nanxi be willing to move?

"If you follow them, you will know everything, right?"

Old man Cui blew his beard and glared: "How can this work? Who knows if they are reliable? What if I follow them and get caught by my old friends? How embarrassing it would be."

Gu Nanxi had no choice but to be pulled by Old Man Cui and follow Su Xuanming and others.

Su Xuanming and his group came to Fuquan Teahouse and booked a private room on the second floor, planning to plot something big.

Chen Yixuan opened the window facing the street and said proudly, "There are a total of twelve private rooms on the second floor of Fuquan Teahouse, six of which face the river and six face the street. I managed to reserve these rooms with great difficulty."

Li Mingde leaned out to look outside and praised him halfheartedly, "You've made progress! In the past, officials only worked half a day. It's only after New Year's Day. I wonder if they will leave early?"

Officials in the Zhou Dynasty lived a very comfortable life. Most of them only worked half a day and went home to work in the afternoon. They had many holidays and good welfare benefits. They would receive charcoal, food, etc. every month.

If you don't consider buying a house in Kyoto, you will be very relaxed about money.

Jiang Guanghai was calm and composed, pouring himself a glass of Ophiopogon japonicus water: "I don't know whether others will leave their shift early. But my father won't."

Su Xuanming: "Seventh brother, why don't we go to your father's study now?"

Jiang Guanghai put down the cup, his face full of sorrow and sadness: "On New Year's Eve, I went to the study room while helping my mother clean up. There was nothing in the study room. Later, I learned from my mother that my father always carried important documents with him!"

"Hiss!" Chen Yixuan gasped, "My father only controls money strictly. Those documents were just placed casually on the desk."

"Oh, it would be great if your two fathers switched positions." Li Mingde sighed.

Su Xuanming thought of the serious and upright Censor Jiang, and his heart began to beat fast: "Master Jiang is really cautious."

Jiang Guanghai's eyes were firm, and he decided to sacrifice himself for justice: "Don't worry, big brother. My father will definitely pass by this street when he returns home from work. When he does, we will pour a basin of water from the window. I will come out and ask my father to come in and change his clothes..."

Gu Nanxi, who was sitting next to the private room, felt very sympathetic. This guy was truly the good son of Censor Jiang!

In comparison, his three children seemed very filial. At least they did not sacrifice themselves to fulfill their righteousness.

Old Man Cui hated them for not living up to their expectations: "You act impulsively and do things without careful consideration! You don't even know that walls have ears!"

If I can hear it in my private room, can't the private room on the other side also hear it? !

Some people who had also heard the plan looked at each other and then dispersed...

Censor Jiang, a key figure, always felt something was wrong after leaving get off work, as if someone was following him.

When he was about to enter Thirteenth Street, Censor Jiang stopped.

People on both sides of the street cast anxious glances.

"My dear father, are you in trouble?" Censor Jiang pondered in his heart, could it be that the people have grievances and dare not redress them? So they are looking at him for help?

The father-in-law who was questioned dodged his gaze and waved his hands repeatedly: "No! Absolutely not! Just move forward."

"Really?" Censor Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly. If there wasn't anything, why would he feel so guilty?

The father-in-law ran back into the house and slammed the door shut.

Having suffered a setback, Censor Jiang had no choice but to step into Thirteenth Street with full of suspicion.

"I'm coming!"

"Imperial Censor Jiang is here!"

"Hey, why haven't they made a move yet? If they don't, Censor Jiang will be gone!"

The people hiding behind the windows and watching the fun were jumping up and down in anxiety, wishing they could throw some water on Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Guanghai in the private room of Fuquan Tea House was sweating anxiously: "Is the warm water not ready yet?!"

After all, he is my own father. I can’t just pour a basin of cold water on him in the middle of winter.

Chen Yixuan almost cried: "No! It's boiling hot water!"

Everyone was enjoying their imagination so much just now that they forgot to take the copper kettle off the charcoal stove.

If such a large basin of hot water is poured in, wouldn’t Censor Jiang turn into a roasted chicken?

"Oh my! I'm so worried!" Li Mingde leaned out of the window and saw that Censor Jiang was about to arrive at Fuquan Teahouse. He urged him anxiously, "Hurry up! Censor Jiang is coming!"

Chen Yixuan picked up the palm-leaf fan and fanned the copper basin: "This water is not cold at all!"

The tea drinkers on the first floor also got anxious, muttering quietly: "He is a good talker and a bad worker! If we keep procrastinating, won't this plan go down the drain?"

A tea drinker rolled his eyes and took out some silver coins to give to the waiter: "Send a pot of herbal tea to Mr. Jiang."

"Okay!" Xiao Er took two or three steps at a time and steadily carried a copper pot of cold tea into the private room, "Sir, your cold tea is here!"

Chen Yixuan didn't have time to think about when he ordered the herbal tea. He took a big step, picked up the copper kettle in Xiaoer's hand, and poured it into the copper basin.

Afraid that he would not have enough time, Chen Yixuan directly reached into the copper basin and mixed it with water. He grimaced from the scalding heat.

"Brother, Seventh Brother, the warm water is ready!"

Chen Yixuan ran to the window with the copper basin and handed it to Li Mingde.

Jiang Guanghai held a quilt and some spare clothes, and stood ready to start running at the door of the private room!

All is ready except for the opportunity!

Whoops!

A basin of warm water, emitting a crystal-clear cold light and carrying white hot steam, was blown out of the window.

"Oh!" A collective sigh was heard outside the window.