After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

"It's the same with watering and fertilizing. Peach trees bear peaches and plum trees bear plums. Your family didn't produce good fruits, and you blame me?" Old man Cui refused to admit that he had anything to do with the water splashing incident.

Censor Jiang picked up the dried peaches and pears on the table and said meaningfully, "Peaches have the fragrance of peaches, and pears have the freshness of pears, but these two dried fruits are equally sweet. It's obvious that the people who made the dried fruits put too much sugar in them."

Old man Cui coughed twice and avoided his gaze. Facing the accusations from the students' parents, he felt inexplicably guilty for a moment.

This brat from the Jiang family was clearly blaming himself for being too indulgent with the students and giving them too many benefits.

Humph, if he were in the court and had this kind of gossip, why would he be given the title of a black-faced and heartless man?

Gu Nanxi, who was silent on the side, quietly stuffed two dried fruits into his mouth.

Huh?

It's not sweet! It still retains the original flavor of the fruit.

But Gu Nanxi didn't dare to say anything, she just silently quickened the pace of eating the dried fruits.

Censor Jiang caught a glimpse of Gu Nanxi's eating manner and calmly moved the dried fruit plate away from Old Man Cui.

For a moment, the entire private room fell silent, and only the anxious conversations of the young men next door could be vaguely heard.

"Not in the blouse!"

"Where did your father hide the documents?"

"Is he a rat? He's really good at hiding!"

Gu Nanxi put down her hands and looked at Censor Jiang with sharp eyes.

Censor Jiang cleared his throat and said loudly under the contemptuous gaze of Old Man Cui: "Madam Hou, you don't know that my coat has an inner pocket that can be used to store important documents."

Gu Nanxi flattered dryly: "Then you are really a clever little ghost."

Soon, Li Mingde's joyful voice came from next door.

"Found it! Let me see, uh, what does it say? I don't understand."

Then, it was Jiang Guanghai's voice: "Let me take a look. Oh, it's the shorthand method my father invented. Well, I only recognize the two words jiu."

Su Xuanming made the final decision: "We will visit the Jijiu Mansion tonight!"

Immediately, the young men swarmed out of the private room, with the sound of footsteps going down the stairs.

"Hehe, you blame the people who make the preserved fruits for putting too much sugar. It's obvious that the farmers want to use sugar as fertilizer." Old man Cui said sarcastically.

Censor Jiang had experienced too much blood and gore in the court, so old man Cui's little sarcasm couldn't hurt him at all.

"Master, it's your turn now."

Old Man Cui snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back and walked out slowly.

Only Censor Jiang and Gu Nanxi were left in the private room.

"Congratulations, Madam Hou, on the birth of a baby boy." Censor Jiang truly admired Gu Nanxi's actions.

The transformation from a young man who only knew about love to what he is today is truly earth-shaking.

The wife of the Marquis of Yongchang seems not to fight, but in fact she does. She seems not to care, but in fact she does.

Censor Jiang couldn't help but think of his own eldest son, Jiang Guanghai. Did he and his wife care too much about him and make too many demands on him?

As a result, whenever he got a chance to be rebellious, he would dive in headfirst like a reckless little bird.

Later, when he embarks on a career in politics, this will be his biggest weakness.

Censor Jiang couldn't help but feel worried.

The light coming through the window created ripples in Gu Nanxi's eyes, which were shrewd and wise.

The young man Su Xuanming is the kind of person who takes on more responsibilities as they arise.

Gu Nanxi lowered her eyes. The delicate white porcelain cup turned between her slender fingers, and the words on the cup appeared and disappeared during the rotation.

There is a line of poetry written in cursive script on it: [Tung blossoms cover the Danshan Road for thousands of miles, and the voice of the young phoenix is ​​clearer than that of the old one.]

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As soon as Old Man Cui walked out of Fuquan Teahouse, he saw ten young men and two young girls standing opposite him, looking at him with smiles on their faces.

There were still traces of water on the ground from the water splashing just now, reflecting star-like lights under the sunlight.

In this patch of light, the young boys and girls are as full of vitality as the rising sun.

"Yizu! Come quickly!"

"Yizu! I knew you were still staying next door and hadn't left yet."

Su Yunyan smiled and held Old Man Cui's arm.

While feeling the phantom pain, Old Man Cui felt a sense of relief in his heart. With Su Yunyan around, his old arms and legs would definitely not fall to the ground!

Su Xuanming lagged behind Old Man Cui by half a step, and whispered about everyone's plan: "According to our investigation, the Imperial College's chief priest has not left home for three consecutive days!"

"so?"

Su Xuanming's eyes sparkled, and he was completely different from his usual self: "Take us with you to visit him! We will split into four groups, and you will be responsible for holding him back in the hall! We will split into three groups, one to attract the attention of the servants in the mansion, one to pretend to go straight to the study, and the other to wait for an opportunity in secret!"

"True and false, real and fake. We switch between offense and defense in three directions, and the main assists can change at any time!"

Old Man Cui paused, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Xuanming, is this your idea? Or is this everyone's idea?"

"It was all Big Brother's idea! We think it's brilliant!" Chen Yixuan praised.

Old Man Cui looked Su Xuanming up and down and saw that Su Xuanming's cheeks were red and he seemed very embarrassed.

Could it be that Su Xuanming, like Xiao Nanxi, was playing the pig and eating the tiger?

Or maybe, like Su Yunting, he didn't want to go to school and pretended to be stupid?

"Xuanming, how did you come up with this idea?" Hundreds of thoughts flashed through Old Cui's mind, but his tone remained calm.

Su Xuanming blinked and said in confusion: "Don't think about it, it will come out by itself."

Su Xuanming pondered for a moment, clapped his hands suddenly, and suddenly realized: "Aniang once told us about the three-three system of warfare. Maybe it was influenced by this?"

When Old Man Cui heard that it was Gu Nanxi who taught him, he didn't ask any more questions.

Gu Nanxi's father was a famous god of war in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so it was normal for him to leave behind one or two military books that could be passed down from generation to generation.

This kind of secret book is usually a secret of major families. Even though I am Gu Nanxi's adoptive father, I cannot ask too much.

Seeing that Su Xuanming and others had considered it carefully, Old Man Cui acted according to their plan with confidence and brought a group of young boys and girls to knock on the door of the Imperial College's Jijiu Mansion.

The Imperial College's Jijiu Mansion is very large, with a neat layout and orderly appearance.

There are pavilions, towers, flying eaves and green tiles, winding paths, and rows of rockery and strange rocks.

Strolling along the green and flowery paths, you can hear the gurgling of springs and the chirping of birds and insects among the exotic flowers and plants.

It is majestic and yet exquisitely wild, and elegant yet subtly luxurious.

Chen Yixuan was amazed: "This strange stone has a natural shape, like a white crane spreading its wings, and it has a very good meaning. It must be very expensive!"

As they walked through the flower path, they saw the chief priest in his casual clothes, looking reserved and with an awkward and strange expression on his face: "Master, why are you here so suddenly?"

"I'm not welcome?"

"How could that be? Please come this way!" The chief priest felt bitter, he was indeed not welcome!

My mentor has a weird temper and brought a group of trouble-making teenagers with him. It's clear that he has bad intentions!

It was because the doorman spoke too quickly that he told them that I was at home. Otherwise, I would definitely pretend that I was not at home!