After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

At Master Tong's command, the entire Kyoto fell into complete carnival.

When the young emperor learned of this, he was in Concubine Tong's palace, drinking and painting with her.

When the young emperor heard that Grand Tutor Tong had directly set a three-day rest day without his permission, he paused.

Black ink drops fell onto the painting, destroying the pear blossoms on the tree.

Concubine Tong glanced at him sideways and said coquettishly, "You are so absent-minded even when painting. Are you moved by my father's thoughtfulness?"

After saying this, Concubine Tong used the small ink dot to draw a vivid bird on the branch.

A picture of pear blossoms instantly adds some dynamic vitality.

The young emperor narrowed his eyes and smiled naively, "The one who knows me best is the imperial concubine. I also want to go and take a look, but I was worried about how to tell the officials. I didn't expect that Master Tong would think of it first."

Concubine Tong put down her brush and admired her painting seriously. She said nonchalantly, "You are the ruler of a country. You can do whatever you want. Why do you have to explain so much to them?"

"You are too lenient in your daily life, so they are in control of you in everything! You should be like my father, whose word is law. Who would allow them to say anything after he gives the order?"

The young emperor carefully lifted the painting paper and handed it to the attendant, asking him to frame it carefully: "I don't have the courage of Master Tong."

Tong Gui raised her beautiful face, her clear eyes were like a reflection of a sparkling spring, and she said with a smile: "It's spring, why don't you go see the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang? I haven't seen her for a long time, and I miss her very much."

Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down the young emperor's forehead.

Look at this Imperial Concubine Tong, she is like a fighting cock, how could she miss Gu Nanxi? She clearly wants to go and watch the fun, and suppress her elder sister's arrogance.

"This mixed crowd might offend you."

Concubine Tong and Concubine Tong hugged the young emperor's arm and rocked him left and right, saying in a voice so soft that it made one's bones numb: "I haven't been out for a walk for a long time since I entered the palace. Please be kind to me."

The young emperor nodded helplessly.

As the scale of the examination grew, the location of the examination was changed from the original Imperial Academy to the Daxiangguo Temple.

The Daxiangguo Temple was originally the old residence of Prince Xinling of the Warring States Period. Emperor Wenxuan of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Gao Yang, built the Jianguo Temple here.

Later, Tang Ruizong Li Dan was inspired by a dream and rebuilt the Guo Temple into Xiangguo Temple, and he invested in its construction many times.

It was burned down many times during this period. Until the current dynasty, after several repairs and expansions, it now covers an area of ​​more than 500 acres and has thousands of monks.

Daxiangguo Temple is located in the southeast of Kyoto City, facing the Bian River to the south. Not far from the door is the Yan'an Bridge.

Going west is Zhou Bridge, which connects the north-south Imperial Street.

Xiangguo Temple Street, Temple East Gate Street and Houmen Street in the south have always been bustling commercial centers.

With this grand scene, Daxiangguo Temple seemed to have opened a temporary big market, and small vendors from the suburbs of Beijing and other cities all came here to earn some money.

Gu Nanxi had heard of the Daxiangguo Temple for a long time and often sent people to buy the roasted pork from the temple.

She still remembered the delicious food in Daxiangguo Temple, but because she was too good at showing off, she had never been there in person.

This time, Gu Nanxi had to step out of the house to take a look at the beauty of Daxiangguo Temple.

I saw the towering mountain gate and the quiet and secluded Buddhist temple.

The two Vajra shapes are fierce, with five large halls, and rows of green dragon-scale tiles; the four walls are monk rooms, and the seams are inlaid with tortoise-back polished bricks.

There are many bell towers and majestic scripture pavilions.

The flagpole is so high that it reaches the blue sky, a wooden fish is hung horizontally, and a cloud board is suspended high.

The candles in front of the Buddha are bright, and the incense in the furnace is curling. The towers are connected, and the treasure canopies are connected.

The temple has a strong Buddhist atmosphere.

Outside the temple, there is a lot of noise and bustle.

Walking in it, there seems to be a sense of separation between spiritual practice and the human world, yet they are strangely integrated together.

Gu Nanxi took a quick walk around and then found an open space to sit down.

"Master, don't you want to take a walk again?" Lu Mei looked around with great interest.

Gu Nanxi rubbed his sore legs. The Daxiangguo Temple was lively, but it was too big. He should conserve his energy as he still had three days to go.

"Lumei, go shopping by yourself."

How could Lumei feel at ease leaving Gu Nanxi here alone?

The master and his servants hid under a big banyan tree, but they saw a group of common people with their families coming from afar.

The leading lady swaggered in with a voice as loud as a bell: "Let's work hard now and show our strength! We will cook the eggs we earn today for you tomorrow!"

The baby of six or seven months old in her arms, with his naked butt, heard the word "egg", a line of clear saliva instantly left the corner of his mouth, and he clapped his hands.

Seeing her grandson being so greedy, the old lady laughed out loud: "You have also worked hard today, don't worry, your egg custard will not be left behind!"

"Auntie Geng, you're here too! Thanks to your reminder, we were able to find such an easy job!"

They seemed to be from the same hometown, and they soon started chatting lively.

"That Master Yan Fusong is still laying out eggs. I don't know when they will start to shine."

A sturdy man was holding a fat girl in his left hand and a fat son in his right hand. He weighed them casually, making the two children giggle.

"I'm afraid it won't be possible to distribute all the eggs in a short time. All the eggs in our village and the neighboring village have been taken away by Songshan Academy."

The old lady sneered: "Mr. Wu is such a miser. It's so hard for him to pluck some feathers. We have to pluck them carefully."

"Aunt Geng, do you think Baichuan Academy can win three rounds in a row this time?"

This assessment is not a best-of-three, but a full-win situation, only then will Baichuan Academy be considered to have passed.

Just thinking about using the power of Imperial College and Songshan Academy to deal with Baichuan Academy makes me feel embarrassed for the wife of Marquis Yongchang.

The old lady held the bamboo basket tightly on her wrist, and a look of struggle appeared on her face: "The wife of the Marquis of Yongchang must have a way!"

A student from Songshan Academy who was passing by glanced at the eggs in the old lady's bamboo basket and reminded her: "You should be loyal to your master. Yan Fusong is not a pushover!"

Hearing this, Aunt Geng pursed her lips and said nothing more.

The students of Songshan Academy did not take Baichuan Academy seriously at all: "Those people from the Imperial College want to take advantage of this opportunity to step on us and get promoted. We can't let their evil plan succeed!"

"I heard that this time not only His Majesty, Grand Tutor Tong, but also all the ministers of the court will be here! This is the real battle to make a name for ourselves!"

"Haha, Su Xuanming originally thought that he could become famous through the doctor incident, but he didn't expect to pick up sesame seeds and lose watermelons. He could never have dreamed that this assessment would be so grand!"

"Why mention him? Even if he comes, he will just be lost among the crowd."

"That's right, our opponent is the top student in the Imperial College. I heard they are very confident!"

"Kill them at their horses' feet!"

The students shouted loudly, full of high spirits.

Gu Nanxi, who was completely ignored, touched his chin, but his attention was on Yan Fusong.

The male protagonist of this original text is a talented person. He knew thousands of years ahead of time that he could use eggs to win the hearts of old ladies.