Equivalent Exchange of Comprehension

The second disease is a common saying that refers to adolescents who are too self-righteous and other special words and deeds. I used to read novels and found that many protagonists, whether they are time-traveling women or time-traveling men, have this disease more or less, but I didn’t expect that after time-traveling myself, I actually really The time traveler who will encounter the second disease of the second child, will not be affected by the novel, right?

———————From "My Hands"

"How are you going to deal with it?" Chu Lingfeng asked cautiously, but he remembered that Chu Lingxuan was the one who plagiarized this poem. Although the only people who knew about it were himself and the original Master Guo, it was not that it had not been spread. Perhaps, for literati, plagiarism is a felony and a serious matter, so Chu Lingfeng couldn't carelessly test Zhuo who was now wearing Chu Lingxuan's coat.

"Boring." This is Zhuo's evaluation. Poems and songs are nothing for a demon who only focuses on improving his cultivation. Maybe this matter seems serious to others, but Zhuo didn't even lift his eyelids. After a while, I picked up a chopstick of mutton, rinsed it in the soup pot, and put it into my mouth.

Although he was wearing a layer of human skin, the eating habits of the demons did not change.It's just a pity that such mutton has no spiritual power at all.But nothing is better than nothing, this body still needs food to grow.

Chu Lingfeng suddenly realized that he and this demon were not on the same level, and what he was worried about might mean nothing to Zhuo Yan.

But Zhuo and Chu Lingfeng don't care, it doesn't mean that other people don't care either, a song? "Spring Snow in the Garden" came out.All of a sudden, the entire capital city was undercurrents surging, not to mention the few traversers gritted their teeth with hatred for this new fellow, and there were not many petty tricks, just say that in the Zichen Palace of the Imperial Palace, Yuan Hedi, the emperor of Dazhao’s generation, fell down in a rage. He dropped the teacup in his hand.

"□□, attracting countless heroes to bow down?" Yuan Hedi gritted his teeth and said this sentence, his eyes were full of a terrible cold light, all the servants around him held their breath and concentrated, and they didn't even dare to take a breath, lest they accidentally The fish in the pond were affected.

"Okay, very good, it seems that my administration is too lenient, and some people don't know the heights of heaven and earth."

The general public is open, and speech is relatively free. Generally, there will be no literary prisons, but no matter how lenient a benevolent king is, no one can tolerate such blatant anti-poetry.

"Shangshu of the Ministry of Proclamation and Punishment."

In the Hall of Morning Stars, the second prince Fang Jin couldn't help being surprised when he saw the poem. In his memory, the upper part of the poem was clearly written by Chu Lingxuan. How could it become the work of a boudoir woman in this life? ?And even connected to such a tie!

"Written by a woman? Don't be kidding me."

Fang Jin directly threw the paper on which the poem was written into the charcoal brazier. It is absolutely impossible for such a domineering poem to come from a boudoir woman.His eyes fell on the half-copied filial piety scriptures on the table, and a hint of hatred appeared in Fang Jin's eyes.

Although he was not as good as the prince at this time in his memory, he was still very favored. However, this period of time suddenly became very unfavorable. The prince, who had treated them as equals, suddenly found him particularly disliked, and secretly bet him several times. Back to Trimble, several younger brothers actually started to sing against him. A few days ago, he was reprimanded by the emperor because of the third prince's eye drops, and then he was punished to shut himself up and think about his mistakes.

Doesn't this imply that he is not filial?

Once again feeling that there are few people available around her, Fang Jin couldn't help but think of Chu Lingxuan who was always scheming, and secretly made up her mind to get him to her side earlier to help her.

In the mansion of a third-rank official in Ziyi Hutong, a young girl in the boudoir was confidently putting down her brush and looking at the poem she had just written.

The little maid next to her quickly flattered: "Miss's handwriting is really getting better and better."

The girl smiled, with an unconcealable complacency on her face. Before she could say a few words of humility on purpose, she heard a bang, the door of the room was kicked open from the outside, and a middle-aged man with an angry face walked in. It was the young girl's father. Before the girl stood up and called out to her father, she heard a slap, and a red slap appeared on the girl's white face.

"You, you hit me?" The girl covered her cheeks, her eyes were full of disbelief, "You hit me?" Even her previous parents had never hit her, but she was slapped here.

"Sinister!" The man scolded, then glanced at the poems on the table, frowned, walked over to grab them, and suddenly felt so angry that the hand holding the paper trembled.

It is a song "Guan Canghai" by Cao Cao

"The world returns to its heart?!"

The man turned pale with anger, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it directly into the brazier.

"My poem!" exclaimed the girl.

"Master, master!" A young servant ran in in panic, without even being greeted, and gasped, "Master, many officers and soldiers have come outside and surrounded our mansion."

"what?!"

Suddenly the man looked at the girl, and that look made the girl very uneasy.

In just three days, a third-rank official disappeared in the capital, along with his family members and the three clans. It took a month before news came out that these people were all exiled, including the official's daughter-in-law He hanged himself on his first day in prison.

As the New Year's Eve approaches, it is not advisable to kill. For this official family, I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune. Although they have not lost their lives for the time being, they are exiled for three thousand miles in this weather, or three thousand miles in the north. How many people died on the road? Individuals are very normal.

But no one would say these things to children like Chu Lingfeng. As the Chinese New Year was approaching, all the masters and masters of the Chu family had made new winter clothes, but Chu Lingfeng couldn't help but frown when he saw the clothes delivered to him.

The festive bright red is embroidered with the characters "Fu" with silver thread, even the boots. Such a set of clothes will definitely only leave an impression on people, that is, "big red envelopes".

Originally, this kind of clothes was only worn on the New Year's day, but Mrs. Zhao asked the sewing room to make several sets of these clothes for Chu Lingfeng in order to win good fortune and good luck. Anyway, children are very cute in this way.

Chu Lingfeng, who was unable to resist his mother's decision, could only be a big red envelope for more than ten days, but Chu Lingfeng met Zhuo as soon as he went out wearing this dress. Zhuo's delicate fragrance-colored shoulder sleeves looked very elegant Being handsome, Chu Lingfeng couldn't help being jealous.

Seeing Chu Lingfeng's attire, Zhuo couldn't help raising his eyebrows, thought for a while, covered it with his sleeves, and grabbed a bunch of red candied haws out of thin air and handed them over.

"What do you mean?" Chu Lingfeng was taken aback, he didn't think that Zhuo would be so kind as to give him candied haws.

"I think this is more suitable."