I was a beauty blogger in ancient times

This young man who never woke up was only 16 years old, and he was in his prime, but he died in a farce for no apparent reason.

The imperial court was angry, and arrested the swearing student and hanged himself with his trouser belt in prison that night.

The common people were also angry. They were dissatisfied with the handling of the court, and even more dissatisfied with the inexplicable patriotic carnival of the scholars for more than two months.

Public opinion has changed again.

Now there are an unprecedented number of people gathered in Zhaoji Teahouse. Two groups of people stand facing each other in front of the poem wall. One group has more people and the other group has fewer people. There are only a few scattered people. Reality.

The group of people held hammers and other tools in their hands, and said: "The wall of poetry is a place for expressing one's heart, but now it has become a place for expressing one's feelings. It is a disaster, it is better to smash it down!"

The group of people with few people stood in front of the poem wall and did not move away, saying: "You also said that the poem wall is a place to express your heart, why bother to destroy it!"

"Ha!" Someone sneered, "It's just a way for bullshit merchants to attract customers. Thanks to you mediocre people, you are still a treasure!"

"That's right! It's better to smash it!"

"Smash it!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to smash the wall with his hands, and no one could stop him. The scattered people who were protecting the poem wall closed their eyes, unable to bear to look any longer.

"stop!"

Just when the poem wall was about to be smashed, a female voice came and stopped them.

The person who came was Mrs. Zhao. She walked up to the crowd and snatched the hammer from the person who took the lead in smashing the wall, took it into her own hand, and cursed angrily: "Absurd! When it is useless, it is regarded as dross, and when the wind turns into rain, it is what others pass on. What about the sage books you read? Have you read it on dogs!"

Mrs. Zhao didn't even turn her eyes red this time, but her elegant clothes and her petite figure inevitably made people look down upon her.

"A man is doing things, why are women interrupting! Go away!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to push Mrs. Zhao, but Mrs. Zhao was a practicing family no matter how petite she was. Not only did the leading scholar not push, but she was thrown over her shoulder to the ground by Mrs. Zhao.

The leading scholar still wanted to resist, Madam Zhao took a hammer and hit him on the side of the head with a hammer. A few streaks of blood.

The leading scholar immediately slumped on the ground, not daring to move.

Mrs. Zhao laughed coldly, "The scholars in the world come from the capital, and the scholars in the capital come from Poyun. Whether it was before or now, all of you are also Poyun's students, right?"

Everyone present looked at Mrs. Zhao's appearance and were silent. Mrs. Zhao glanced around them, and her aura suddenly became stronger. She was not at all like a lady who was raised in a deep boudoir, but she had a heroic spirit.

"Daxuan talents, if you want to govern the country with arts and martial arts, you are all good at making troubles, all of you are useless! You are all useless scholars, and you are all talking about you! Now that something happens, you are all murderers , whoever is to blame! Seeing the problem without knowing the root, daring to take it as the truth, it is a shame for Daxuan!"

Mrs. Zhao's words hurt them too much, and they all lowered their heads, even the leading scholar looked downcast, without any previous arrogance.

So Mrs. Zhao became even more angry, and waved her big hand: "Get out! Zhao Ji Tea House is closed, and it has been closed for business recently!"

After she finished speaking, she got up and kicked everyone out, including those who had tea at Zhaoji Tea House.

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate Mrs. Zhao, they all walked out obediently, the fastest ones were the group of scholars who came to make trouble.

After the last person left, Mrs. Zhao slammed the door shut, and added a sentence before closing the door: "Starting tomorrow, Lao Tie Tang will be closed!"

By the time Zhao Yiqing and Mr. Zhao arrived after hearing the news, the crowd had already left, Mrs. Zhao was sitting alone in the middle of the hall, and the shopkeeper of Zhao Ji Tea House was far away from her and dared not come forward.

Seeing Zhao Yiqing and Mr. Zhao coming, the shopkeeper seemed to see a savior, Mr. Zhao motioned for him to go, then walked over with Zhao Yiqing and Mrs. Zhao and sat down in front of Mrs. Zhao.

As soon as Mrs. Zhao saw the two of them, she burst into tears, "Youde, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Ohh Ohh ohh……"

Mr. Zhao was so distressed immediately, he hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay, just close the door, just follow Madam's orders! Don't cry, are you scared, are you hurt?"

For a moment, Zhao Yiqing felt that he should not exist.

Fortunately, after a while, Mrs. Zhao found Zhao Yiqing standing aside.

"Not dyed, have you eaten yet?"

It was a concerned greeting. Zhao Yiqing knew that she was fine, so he smiled and said, "Of course I ate it. Did mother eat it?"

"Eat, eat," Mrs. Zhao also held back her tears, smiled back, and asked, "Buran, you haven't been back to Zhao's residence very much recently, and mother doesn't know how you and the general are doing now?"

Zhao Yiqing knew that Mrs. Zhao was worried about what happened between him and Mu Di, and she didn't feel like disturbing him when he was busy.

So Zhao Yiqing replied: "Chang Zhuo and I are on good terms. There is nothing wrong with him, but he is very busy and sees the end every day."

"General, shouldn't he be so busy?" Mrs. Zhao was a little puzzled, "Now that Daxuan has nothing to do with the war, he is not needed to train troops, and the commander of the imperial guards in the city is also someone else. It stands to reason that the general is... Without real power, what does he do outside every day?"

Zhao Yiqing didn't know about it. Mu Di didn't tell him, and he didn't bother to ask, but Madam Zhao couldn't be worried. He thought for a while and replied, "Maybe..."

Just halfway through saying this, he suddenly heard someone break into the door, Zhao Yiqing turned his head and found that it was Mu Di who came.

He was out of breath, his hair was a little messy, and he seemed to come in a hurry.

"Mother, are you alright?"

Mu Di walked up to Zhao Yiqing and talked to Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao was a little surprised, she didn't expect Mu Di to come here specially, so she said: "General Xie is thinking about it, it's fine."

Mu Di frowned, "Just call me Changzhuo."

Mrs. Zhao shook her head, "After all, the general and us are not married. Now there is no one around, only us who know. Of course, we must pay attention to etiquette."

When Mrs. Zhao uttered the first sentence, Zhao Yiqing's heart sank, and she always felt that Mu Di was going to do something flamboyant.

Before he finished thinking, Mu Di took his hand and held it in front of Mrs. Zhao.

"Buran and I are already husband and wife."

Mrs. Zhao's smiling face suddenly froze, Mr. Zhao quickly hid aside when he saw the situation was not good, and Mrs. Zhao raised the hammer dropped by the previous scholar after realizing it.

"Mu! Chang! Zhuo!" Mrs. Zhao roared and ran after Mu Di. Mu Di learned to be smart this time and hid behind Zhao Yiqing.

But this time Mrs. Zhao was really angry, chasing and beating Zhao Yiqing together, so scared that Mu Di had no choice but to run around the teahouse with Zhao Yiqing in his arms, so embarrassed.

For a while, chickens and dogs jumped, and the scene was extremely lively.

And Mr. Zhao looked at them with a cup of tea and a smile.

At this moment, another person suddenly opened the door and broke in.

"Master Zhao, it's bad! Liu Guang was captured by officers and soldiers!"