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Chapter 155 Liu Lang asked for leave, saying that he was tired of studying poetry and books and was sick (second more)

Seeing those forbidden soldiers and little eunuchs pushing the silk cart over, Gao Zhang hurriedly yelled at Fu An and others to come over.

He handed the Imperial Baoqin in his hand to Fu An who came forward.

"Young master is really amazing, to be rewarded by the government again."

Fu An looked at the imperial qin in his hand happily, although his son could not play it, but at least it was a gift from the emperor.

If you listen to it, it will definitely be more beautiful than the sound of the piano outside the palace.

Gao Zhang once again got into the carriage skillfully and smoothly, and lay down there, with a pair of big black and white eyes fixed on the roof of the carriage.

Thinking of the eunuch Li Yan, the eunuch, that the official family asked him to give him, to fulfill his duties and bear hardships without complaint...

Is this really talking about me?He really deserves to be the famous stupid king in history, even the adjectives are messed up.

But no matter what, being able to give these things is enough to prove the necessity of gaining favorability and proficiency.

As for Yang Jian, because he was out of the false palace, he was smoked by Master Hunjun, causing Master Hunjun to be furious, and took a big stick to beat Yang Jian.

Or because he offended the faint emperor and master and was beaten violently because of other things, that's none of our business.

In this great era when the emperor is in power, powerful officials and treacherous ministers are abundant, and the wind and rain are fluttering.

What I need is to clean up the official family, develop slowly, and accumulate strength for development.

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"You told my father that I have a stomachache and I feel very uncomfortable. I have to stay in bed and rest. I really can't go."

Putting down half of the pastry in his hand, Cai Laoliu wiped his mouth, lay down on the floor with a painful expression on his face.

It's as if the sixth child who ate happily before was not him.

Seeing Liu Lang's miraculous operation, the butler of the Cai Mansion shook his head dumbfounded.

"The master ordered that even if it is carried, Liu Lang must be carried to the study."

Cai Yao had a thought, but considering yesterday's conflict, he was at most just a spectator and bystander.

After repeated self-hypnosis, Cai Yao finally came to the study tremblingly.

"What happened yesterday, tell the old man clearly..."

Cai Jing sat in the study with a dark face, looking murderously at his own son Cai Yao who had just entered the study.

"I didn't do anything, I just watched the excitement."

Facing this father who was playing with a ruler with one hand, and his eyes and expression were murderous, Cai Yao cried out inwardly.

But the problem is that the door of the study is now closed, so Cai Yao can only forcibly argue.

"Speaking of which, Tong Zhisheng's vulgar martial artist is really hateful and annoying. He actually tattooed "The Analects of Confucius" on his body, and insulted scholars in this way."

"Why did the old man hear that it was your idea that Tong Zhisheng did this?"

Seeing his father Cai Jing pointing at his forehead like a sword, Cai Yao, who was in a panic, quickly defended loudly.

"No, no, it's not me, it's my senior brother, that kid Gao Zhang encouraged him."

"He instigated it, so why were you the one who went to the tattoo shop with Tong Zhisheng, and why were you and Tong Zhisheng the one who fought in the street yesterday?"

"It's obviously you, a bastard who hates reading, who instigated Tong Zhisheng, that brainless idiot, to make such a farce."

"It's true that children don't like reading. Tong Zhisheng is indeed an idiot, but why do you call it a farce?"

Cai Jing's originally livid old face suddenly turned red, sparks almost spewed out from his nostrils, he picked up the ruler and played a trick in his hand and stood up.

"You yelled in the street and pissed off scholars all over the world. Do you know that there are not only ordinary people there, but also many scholars, and even officials.

Naughty animal, evil animal, do you have to force our Cai family to be on the opposite side of the world's scholars before you are reconciled? "

"Father, a gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands. The child was covered in feces and urine yesterday, how can he not have a seizure..."

"You are a gentleman, I am your old man now, and I am willing to do it! Kill you, a bastard who doesn't like reading..."

Pa pa pa pa, ah ah... the prestige of the ruler, in the hands of the traitor Cai Jing, can be said to have been brought to the extreme.

The crackling sounds in the study room, as well as the ghostly chirping of Liu Lang Cai Yao, almost sounded out of rhythm.

Outside the house, there are a group of servants of the Cai family who have calm expressions, but the corners of their eyes are jumping wildly with the slapping sound inside.

It was another kind of filial piety from father to son, no matter how many times he experienced it, everyone was still a little uncomfortable with this kind of scene, after all, Liu Lang's voice was a bit loud, even harsh.

The steward of the Cai Mansion stood at the door of the study, and at this moment, he had silently counted a hundred in his heart, but there was no intention of stopping inside.

This made the steward of Cai's mansion understand that the prime minister's anger today is much greater than before. The specific multiple depends on how long he can count down...

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In the end, the steward of the Cai Mansion, who counted silently from one to one hundred, finally heard the door of the study.

Then, I saw Xiang Ye, who was out of breath, physically and mentally exhausted, but with a clear expression on his face, walking out slowly.

Cai Jing rubbed his sore arms, then glanced back at Liu Lang who was lying on the ground, still choking on the ground.

Looking at the ruler next to him, which was obviously stained with blood, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed, whether he was beaten too hard.

But thinking of this bastard kid talking nonsense in the market, it will definitely damage the Cai family's reputation.

Cai Jing really wanted to rush in and beat up this stupid and cute Liu Lang again, not to mention whether Gao Zhang encouraged the two of you.

Could it be that you two living beings don't have any brains?He even boasted that he was a crouching dragon and a phoenix chick, I am!
Seeing Master Xiang looking back at the study, his face became angry again, and the steward of Cai's mansion hurried forward.

"Master, the young master must know that he was wrong, so please ask the master to appease his anger."

"Hmph... this evil beast, let him read books dishonestly, and let him not know what is superior or inferior."

He uttered angrily again, Cai Jing was about to walk away, after thinking about it, he gave instructions to the steward.

"In the past few days, don't let this bastard go to the secretary's cabinet, remember to ask for leave for him tomorrow..."

The steward of the Cai Mansion nodded understandingly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Liu Lang who was lying there and continued to choke.

"Yes, yes, then... I don't know what kind of speech the villain should prepare?"

"...Well, let the old man think about it." Cai Jing rolled his eyes and waved his hand to signal the steward to move away from the study with him.

"You went to the Secretary's Department and said that Liu Lang has been reading poems and books at night in the mansion these days, and he has suffered from the wind and cold..."

Hearing what his master blew out, the Cai family steward's eyelids twitched wildly, and he nodded his head vigorously.

He said that he had understood it, and he would definitely not expose Liu Lang's family ugliness like being beaten by his own father until he couldn't get out of bed.

Cai Laoliu, whose face was covered with snot and tears, was secretly relieved, wiped his teary eyes, felt the burning pain in his buttocks, and felt sad in his heart.

Sure enough, scholars are vicious, ruthless, and ruthless...

(End of this chapter)