Xue Yinsong recounted what happened in the afternoon, and said angrily: "I have planned something, but I didn't expect to put it here."

The little scholar smiled and said: "You don't know much about people in the officialdom. Master Que has been an official for many years, how can he act impulsively based on your words? If he is really such a reckless person, how can he get to where he is today? I think it is you Too hasty."

Of course Xue Yinsong refused to admit it: "They are pedantic, and they have to see everything clearly before acting. If the situation is clear, they would have taken precautions, so what else would they do? It's not always the case Is it a wise saying?"

The little scholar smiled and said, "Who is full of crooked reasoning like you? I have seen Mr. Que. He is a good person, better than many flatterers."

Xue Yinsong certainly disagreed with this view. An official is not a good official if he is not servile and flattering. His character and ability to handle affairs cannot be linked: "Where does your critical standard come from?"

Xiao Xiucai thought about it: "At least you can't deny that if a person is upright, at least he won't bend the law for personal gain." Xue Yinsong laughed and said: "Many things are not handled impartially, but they are correct."

The little scholar was not convinced: "Then tell me."

"There are many examples of this kind. For example, a high-ranking official is very honest, but his mother is seriously ill. He can't borrow money everywhere and has to resort to corruption. With these ill-gotten gains, his mother has lived for 20 years. You think he should Shouldn't you be greedy?"

Speaking of such issues, Xiao Xiucai has always been abducted by him, and he really showed a blank expression: "If you are not greedy, isn't it killing someone's life?"

Xue Yinsong was funny in his heart, but serious on the surface: "So you can say that corruption must be a bad thing?"

"But..." Xiao Xiucai replied with some uncertainty: "Corruption is a violation of the law."

"There are many things in this world that cannot be judged by right or wrong." Xue Yinsong avoided the topic and avoided the topic, "Oh, I am only in trouble now, Master Que refuses to agree, I have to think of other ways."

The little scholar was also frowning: "He refused, what else can you do?"

"I'll look for him again in a few days," Xue Yinsong made up his mind: "The so-called sincerity is as good as gold and stone. I don't believe that he can stand the test. At worst, I will come to him every day and grind until he agrees."

Xiao Xiucai nodded with a smile, went to the table and lit a candle, and suddenly came to his senses: "You are misleading me."

"what?"

The little scholar threw away the candle and walked to the bed with a serious face: "Even if it is to treat my mother, you shouldn't be corrupt. If it is right to embezzle people to save people, is it right to kill people to save people?" ?”

Xue Yinsong did not expect to be asked a rhetorical question, and replied with a little confidence: "This..."

"It's not right at all," Xiao Xiucai thought for a while, and then replied with a firm attitude: "It's all against the law. It's not right to embezzle your mother to save your mother, and it's not right to kill someone to save someone."

Xue Yinsong thought for a while and argued, "What if he saves a hundred people, or a thousand people? If he saves a city, is it still wrong? Is one life wrong, but thousands of lives are right?"

This again involved the problem of quantitative change and qualitative change, and the little scholar was really confused again, frowning, walked to the table and sat down, flipped through a few pages of the book but couldn't read it, blew out the candle and rolled his clothes on the bed with a puff.

Xue Yinsong asked: "I've been busy recently and didn't care about those two brats. How is their homework?"

The little scholar said: "It's all good, let's not talk about that - I understand what you said just now, it depends on the specific problem, for example, it is wrong to kill someone in order to save someone, but in the battlefield It is correct to save your comrades and kill the enemy, this is the specific analysis of the specific problem you said, right?"

Xue Yinsong has nothing to say, he sometimes feels that a scholar is no longer the scholar he used to be, and people become smarter if the reasoning is too clear, and if this continues to be taught, it will affect the status of the husband in the future.

Seeing that he didn't make a statement, Xiao Xiucai pushed his arm and asked again: "I'm right?"

"Yes, yes." Xue Yinsong replied perfunctorily, but his hands groped over his belly.

Xiao Xiucai was so itchy that he laughed, and hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Don't make trouble, it's very itchy." Xue Yinsong pulled out his hand and changed another place to attack, Xiao Xiucai was annoyed by him, so he turned sideways and lay down beside the bed.

Xue Yinsong leaned against him, stretched out his hand to gently rub his waist, and asked flatteringly, "How is it, is your strength okay?"

The little scholar hummed, and gradually lost his eyes, muttering: "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep for a while."

Xue Yinsong himself was also very tired. Although he closed his eyes, he couldn't close his mind full of worries. He ran around in a hurry, went around and came back, trying to figure out how to deal with Que Hongze.

It seems that it is impossible not to reveal your true purpose, but will Que Hongze agree?You must know that going to Deyang is a very risky plan, at least it is possible to expose Que Hongze's identity behind the scenes, and Xue Yinsong himself is not sure that it must be the He family who is making waves in Deyang, and he is not even sure that the current high rice price in Deyang is The product of collusion between government and businessmen.

What a headache, Xue Yinsong retracted his hands and put his head and neck on the pillow, exhaling faintly.Now that new rice is not on the market, and he has no old rice in hand, where can he get food to ease the crisis in Deyang?Even if he doesn't care about Deyang, the people in Tianba Village are his fellow villagers, so he can't just let him go, right?But what should I do?

He was just thinking about it, but the little scholar woke up and asked him in a daze, "What are you thinking about?" "It's nothing." Neckline, the weather is already a little hot and I wear two layers of clothes, so I am not afraid of prickly heat—scholars are so sour and poor.

Little Xiucai let him pull his collar, felt a little more comfortable and buried him in his arms and continued to sleep.

Xue Yinsong couldn't help laughing, hugged him and said with a low laugh, "You were a pig in your previous life, right? Little lazy pig."

"Hmph," the little scholar put his arms around his waist and whispered, "I'm a dog, I'll bite you to death." Xue Yinsong smiled and patted his head and said, "Good boy, I'll give you a bone to eat."

Little Xiucai opened his eyes and saw a finger shaking in front of his face, he opened his mouth for a moment, he didn't want to bite his teeth, and he was so angry that he turned his head and bit his arm again.

"Oh, my little ancestor, please speak softly." Xue Yinsong gasped for breath after being bitten, and it took three minutes of effort to tear Xiucai off his arm, only to see a whole big tooth mark on his arm, which was astounding. Bloodstains have been seen there.

The little Xiucai grinned as he looked at his masterpiece.

"Why is the mouth so ruthless?" Xue Yinsong pinched his chin and shook it lightly twice, deliberately said: "Come on, let me check and see if there are right dog teeth."

Xiao Xiucai knocked off his hand, and made a gesture to bite him again, Xue Yinsong hurriedly held back his smile and said, "Don't, don't, don't bite, hey, I'm convinced!" He was bitten again before finishing his sentence, but This time I don't have much strength, but I can still bear it.

"What's wrong with you today?" Xue Yinsong rushed forward and pressed him on the bed: "It's been a long time since I cleaned you up, I think you're just itchy." As he said that, he began to peel off his clothes. Normally, Xiaoxiu would jump up and make excuses It was said that it was early, or that the lights were not turned on, or even that someone was walking around in the yard, but today I took off all my clothes and did not see him move, just lying lazily.

"Do you also think about it in your heart?" Xue Yinsong leaned over and whispered in a somewhat disgusting tone: "Well, do you want it?"

Little Xiucai blushed, turned her body inside and curled up into a shrimp, touched the quilt and hurriedly burrowed in, and was about to escape successfully, Xue Yinsong grabbed the quilt: "Quickly say, say you want it very much."

Xiao Xiucai grabbed the quilt with his eyes closed, but he really couldn't, so he leaned against the wall, leaving him with a bare back.

Xue Yinsong couldn't help laughing, the two had been together for more than a year, and every time he did something, he was shy and embarrassed, how thin-skinned he is!

"Well, would you like to say something?" Xue Yinsong hugged him from behind and coaxed him. The skin under his fingers was delicate and smooth, which made him a little restless.

The little Xiucai still didn't say a word, gasped for breath after being touched badly, and asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"

"Say you like me."

"I, I, I..."

Xue Yinsong gritted his teeth: "Say you love me."

"I, I, I..."

"Then say you want to be with me forever."

"No..." Xiao Xiucai refused in a low voice, "No."

Xue Yinsong is really a hero: "Why not? Do you want to leave me?"

"No," Xiao Xiucai replied, with a trembling voice: "I just can't."

"Why?" Xue Yinsong stopped, and asked with his arms around him: "Why not? Aren't we doing well now? You see our life is getting better every day, we have a house, a car, and a son."

"I really can't..." Xiao Xiucai said, his tone was very lonely: "Your grandparents disagree."

"What nonsense!" Xue Yinsong couldn't laugh or cry: "My grandparents died eight lifetimes ago, how could they disagree? Who told you that they disagree, come, tell me."

The little scholar remained silent, unable to stop Xue Yinsong's tossing around with his hands and feet, so he could only say, "Didn't you go back to your hometown a while ago, one day I suddenly felt uncomfortable, so I followed others in divination."

There are many kinds of divination. The simplest one is burning incense. He burns three sticks of incense while thinking about something in his heart, and then draws a circle around it.

"So you think they don't agree?" Xue Yinsong laughed, "Divination is a feudal superstition, perfection has no basis in fact."

The little scholar was a little melancholy: "Believe it or not, anyway, I do."

Xue Yinsong was angry in his heart, twisted his arm backwards and pressed it on the bed with all his strength, and said with a smile: "You said you were thinking about random things at home all day long, I have the final say on my affairs, even my father can't be my master." .”

The little Xiucai was twisted so badly that she said in a trembling voice, "You, let go."

Xue Yinsong strengthened his hand again, and said with a smile: "Don't let go, tell me that you like me."

Little Xiucai bit her lip and said nothing, Xue Yinsong snorted and said to himself, I see how much pain you can suffer, and the strength in his hand increased by two points.

Only listening to the silent and rapid breathing, there was a click of the twisted arm, as if the joints were twisted and dislocated, the scholar let out an ouch, and tears immediately surged: "Ah... woo..."

The bone could crackle, it must be in severe pain, Xiucai cried miserably with his arms in his arms, Xue Yinsong hurriedly rushed forward to check the joints in a hurry and confirmed that the joints were not dislocated, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I I really didn't expect your arm to be so slack, it hurts, I'll rub it for you."

The little scholar also knew that it was ugly to cry, so she only cried a few times and quickly put away her tears: "Why are you trying so hard, I..."

"Hey, hey, my fault." Xue Yinsong hurriedly embraced him and rubbed him while apologizing: "I'm so anxious by you, you think about it all day long, sometimes you want it and sometimes you don't want it, I'm almost tormented to death by you. Okay, don't cry, little ancestor, I really admire you, how can you be so tormented?"

The scholar looked at him with tears in his eyes: "I don't want to."

"No," Xue Yinsong refused while hugging him, "If you dare to leave me, I will kill you first and then commit suicide."

"You are rascal."

"It's just a scoundrel," Xue Yinsong said without the slightest guilt, "You are mine, and no one can take you away. If I am going to die, I will kill you first. I will be a companion on the road to Huangquan, and I will be reborn in the next life as a companion." couple."

The little scholar was speechless, and after a while he said: "Then you will become a woman in your next life."

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