Happy Little Scholar

Lao Fang squatted at the door, turned to Xu Zheng, who was standing there waiting quietly, and said, "Lao Xu, tell me what you want to do with my uncle. Maybe I can come up with a solution, so you don't need to trouble him. I have been so busy all day long. If I can avoid causing trouble to him, I would rather not cause trouble to him..."

Xu Zheng just looked at him lightly and did not speak.

"Hey, what is your look? Are you looking down on people?" Lao Fang straightened up and looked at him with a slightly angry expression: "Although I am not as smart as my uncle, I am not far behind. Sometimes my uncle is not as smart as me." , tell me, what happened, I'll help you think of a solution."

Xu Zheng looked at him and said: "We have an empress and a protector, and the other party also has an empress and a protector. In terms of numbers, we do not have an advantage. Most of the captured believers are from Qi State. , many are unwilling to surrender..."

After speaking, he looked at Lao Fang and asked, "What can you do?"

In Lao Fang's eyes, there are no normal people in that holy sect except my uncle and Miss Ruoqing.

No, no, no, there are no normal people except Miss Ruoqing.

Including the Xu Zheng in front of them, all of them had no idea what was going on in their heads. They were so paranoid that they went crazy to death. They were just a bunch of lunatics.

For such a group of lunatics, what can he do to make them submit by pressing their heads?

Seeing Xu Zheng still looking at him, Lao Fang glared at him and said, "Look what I'm doing!"

Xu Zheng said: "I'm waiting for your solution."

"Why are they waiting for my solution? Are they willing to surrender? Do they have anything to do with me?" Lao Fang glanced at him and asked: "You still have to ask me this kind of question, what do you, the purple-clad messenger, do for food? of?"

Xu Zheng was a very serious person. He looked at him and said, "You just said you could think of a way."

Lao Fang thought for a while, then suddenly looked at him and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Xu Zheng looked at him and said, "Twenty-eight."

"Is there an aunt?" Lao Fang asked again.

"No."

Lao Fang pointed at him and said with a bit of hatred: "You said you are already twenty-eight and will soon be in your thirties. You don't even have an aunt. When I was twenty-eight, my son would be able to work in the fields." Live, you don’t want to pass on the incense to your old Xu family, and think about it all day long, is it useful? "

Xu Zheng looked at him and asked: "What's the use of having an aunt? Can it be used to scare me like you?"

…

When Li Yi walked out of the yard, he saw Lao Fang lifting Xu Zheng with one hand and about to throw him into the lotus pond in front.

"What are you doing?"

When Lao Fang heard the voice, he put Xu Zheng down. Xu Zheng straightened his collar and said without changing his expression: "There are hundreds of believers who are still unwilling to submit. Most of them are from Qi State. Our influence in Qi State is Not as good as them."

The holy religion is now clearly divided into two parts.

One is the Qi State branch with the Taoist girl as the empress, and the other is the Jingguo branch with Ruoqing as the empress.

That Taoist nun's influence in Jing State is not as good as Ruoqing's, and Ruoqing's importance in the minds of believers in Qi State is not as important as that Taoist nun's.

Now that the two empresses are in conflict, when they need to take sides, two completely different choices will appear.

"I understand." Li Yi nodded and said, "You go down first. I have my own solution for this matter."

"good."

Xu Zheng cupped his hands and turned around to leave.

Lao Fang looked at Li Yi with wide eyes and asked curiously: "Uncle, what can you do?"

He really couldn't figure it out. People didn't want to believe it. How could this be done? Could my uncle still control what those people were thinking?

According to experience, when my uncle says he has a solution, he really has a solution, which is different from him.

It seemed that my uncle was indeed a little smarter than him, and he could no longer help but face this fact.

For Li Yi, the problems faced by the followers of the Holy Religion are neither simple nor difficult. If you find the right problem and prescribe the right medicine, you will see results soon.

The first thing on his mind right now is his upcoming wedding.

When those officials and dignitaries in Kyoto take concubines, they are quietly carried into their homes in sedan chairs. They don't make too much of a fuss. At most, they invite some relatives and friends to get together.

Li Yi also didn't intend to cause an uproar throughout Shuzhou. He didn't plan to announce it with great fanfare, nor did he want to invite officials from Shuzhou. Although this would allow him to receive a lot more gifts, did he care about these things?

However, it cannot be too simple. After all, for women, this is one of the most important things in their lives. Neither Zui Mo nor Ruo Qing can be wronged.

Of course, seriously speaking, this is also his first time getting married, so he must take it seriously, if the last time he was knocked unconscious does not count.

He walked into the room. Ruyi was looking at the clothes in the cabinet and was worried. When she saw him coming in, she hurriedly pulled him over and asked, "Ms. sir, what do you think I should wear the day the two sisters come in?"

Li Yi was dazzled by the clothes in her wardrobe and said, "My wife will look good in whatever she wears..."

Ruyi shook her head and said: "That won't work, you have to choose one..."

Li Yi closed the cabinet, held her waist, and said, "No need to choose, I have already chosen the clothes you want to wear that day..."

"Which one?" Ruyi asked doubtfully.

Li Yi led her to the bed, opened a box at the head of the bed, took out a piece of clothing from it, and said, "Wear this one."

Ruyi was stunned, then shook her head and said, "Husband, don't talk nonsense, how can you wear this..."

"Because I haven't seen you wearing this dress yet." Li Yi put the wedding dress on the bed, hugged her in his arms, and said, "Last time we got married in a daze, and then I thought, marriage is a big deal, how can we be so careless, so this time, I want to marry again..."

Li Yi looked at Looking at her, he asked, "Madam, are you willing to marry again?"

"My husband..., Duan'er is already two years old..." Ruyi looked at him with a slightly red face and whispered, "If we do this, others will laugh..."

"Let's see who dares to laugh..."

"No..."

Li Yi leaned close to her ear, held her earlobe, and asked softly, "Is it okay..."

Ruyi's soft body collapsed in his arms, her cheeks flushed, and she spoke like a dream: "Okay..."

When Xiaohuan passed by the yard, she stopped again and looked back curiously.

Why is the door of the son-in-law and the young lady's room closed again? It was open just now...

...

When Li Yi walked into another small courtyard, Xiaocui was playing happily with a prism under the sun.

Among Xiaohuan, Xiaozhu and Xiaocui, she is the best at playing. She is the best at kicking shuttlecock and playing Cuju. She can even do more tricks than others in the flower rope.

At this moment, she was showing Lao Fang how to create a rainbow in the sun with a prism.

Lao Fang was obviously not interested in creating a rainbow. He squatted beside her and whispered, "Xiao Cui, I have something to discuss with you..."

"What is it, Uncle Fang?" Xiao Cui asked casually while adjusting the angle of the prism.

Lao Fang looked at him and said, "Look, you call Xiao Hong Sister and call me Uncle Fang. Isn't there a difference in seniority?"

Xiao Cui couldn't change the way she addressed him, which was a pain in his heart.

Others wanted to increase their seniority, but he just wanted her to call him "Brother Fang". Was this request too much?

Xiao Cui raised her head, blinked her eyes, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Look, your sister Xiao Hong is with me now, we are of the same generation..." Lao Fang looked at her and coaxed her, "You call me Uncle Fang and call her Sister Xiao Hong, is there a generation difference between them?"

Xiao Cui thought about it, then suddenly realized, nodded and said, "It seems so..."

He looked at Lao Fang and said seriously, "I'm sorry, I won't call you that in the future..."

Lao Fang suddenly felt his eyes moist and his nose a little sour. It's been three years, almost three years, and she finally got it...

Xiao Cui looked at him and said sincerely, "Uncle Fang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. , I will call her Aunt Xiaohong from now on..."

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Seeing Lao Fang standing there in a daze with tears in his eyes, Xiao Cui was stunned and asked, "Uncle Fang, Uncle Fang, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing..." Lao Fang wiped his eyes, looked up at the sky, and said, "Today's sun is a bit poisonous. It hurts my eyes and makes me cry..."

Xiao Cui looked up and asked in confusion, "Today's sun is not poisonous..."

"Not poisonous?" Lao Fang lowered his head, shook his head, and said, "That's because I remembered my dead mother..."

"Ah?"

Lao Fang wiped his eyes and sighed, "If she hadn't died, she would have enjoyed her life now..."