"Nonsense."
Xia Xiaodong immediately denied his sister Yurong's statement: "If you really think so and don't report this matter to your father, you will have let down the hard work of the prefect and sister Wenjuan in their tactful greetings."
Why bother?
Zhang Wenjuan hurriedly got closer, determined to take advantage of Yu Rong’s words to explain the matter clearly: "Sister Xiaodong, I really misunderstood that it was Ying Xiu who wanted to die.
She couldn't recognize her identity and was talking nonsense.
Nonsense.
What Sister Yurong said is that this matter really has nothing to do with my father."
There was a hint of pleading in his tone unknowingly, and he was clearly giving in.
As the legitimate daughter of a magistrate, I have never eaten fat pork but always seen fat pigs running away.
The officialdom is very complicated, and it is complicated.
Even if she is a legitimate daughter, if Xia Xiaodong really insists on being labeled as a prefect, she will definitely be blamed when she goes home.
Xia Xiaodong looked at Zhang Wenjuan's anxious and sweaty face.
His eyes were cold and calm with a little contempt, which made Zhang Wenjuan feel inexplicably.
If only I had known better not to offend this foxy girl.
At this time, Xia Xiaodong blinked, and his beautiful hibiscus face suddenly bloomed like a peony, and he smiled at Zhang Wenjuan.
Zhang Wenjuan's heart stopped beating and froze directly.
Please can you stop laughing.
"Sister Wenjuan is right."
Xia Xiaodong never seemed to deny Zhang Wenjuan's statement: "This matter has nothing to do with the prefect.
It must be Yingxiu's nonsense."
It was finally determined to be Yingxiu nonsense.
Zhang Wenjuan looked at Xia Xiaodong's smiling face uneasily, not knowing whether to keep holding her heart or let it go.
"Did you learn it again this time?"
Xia Xiaodong turned to ask his sister.
"Yes."
Yurong suddenly nodded: "I learned it."
Then Xia Yurong turned to her personal maid Cuizhu and smiled and said: "When you learn not to talk nonsense, you should be polite and talk nonsense for me.
If you talk nonsense, I will reward you later.
You are just a little maid."
What else.”
Seeing that the Xia sisters were obviously putting on a show, they didn't know who was taking the lead.
They chuckled twice, but gradually the laughter spread out of control.
Everyone watched the good show to the end, and they couldn't help it until the end.
The ladies' restraint was no longer there, and even the maids who followed the ladies laughed out loud.
If something goes wrong, let the maid speak for you.
If it doesn't work, let the maid take the blame.
In fact, everyone can play such a little trick, but the methods are different.
If it was true that Yingxiu was talking nonsense, the master would have reprimanded him as soon as he said it.
Besides, a maid who talks nonsense without knowing the importance of things can be sent to serve as a personal servant to a girl.
Everyone had a laugh.
After all, Zhang Wenjuan's identity was there, so it was not easy to overdo it.
Seeing that the break was almost over, they gradually dispersed and prepared not to mention it for the next class.
However, after being explained by Xia Xiaodong, everyone could not help but wonder about the relationship between the two bosses in Suzhou City, one civil and one military.
Zhang Wenjuan held on, scolded Ying Xiu, pretended that nothing happened, and returned to her seat.
Although the blame is on Yingxiu, he really wants to be beaten in public or even punished severely, but he still can't do it.
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It's not a matter of reluctance.
The main reason is that he is worried that Yingxiu will be forced to say something worse. .
Xia Xiaodong, on the other hand, was calm and calm, as if nothing was wrong, and continued chatting with Qin Zhenzhen.
In Xia Xiaodong's eyes, this was really nothing, so there was no need to make a fuss.
It's just a teenage girl, just put on a big hat, hold it up high and put it down gently, so that people know that she is not someone to be bullied.
But it was inevitable that everyone would look at her strangely.
This is a different person who dares to challenge the prefect's legitimate daughter.
What happened today seems to be just a slight squabble, a few words, and nothing drastic.
But anyone with a smart mind knows that things are not as simple as they seem, and they should not be over.
Xia Yurong couldn't let this matter go gently.
On the way home, she couldn't help but ask: "Sister, do you really want to tell dad when we go back?"
Xia Xiaodong gave her a strange look: "Of course.
There's no need to go out of your way to say it.
Just tell Madam, and Madam will tell Daddy naturally."
"But" Yu Rong bit her lip: "Do you think that we are spreading gossip and making trouble?
In the final analysis, it is just a few words from Ying Xiu."
"Besides, our family really has a good relationship with Uncle Zhang's family."
Yu Rong then added: "We visit each other during the Chinese New Year."
Xia Xiaodong couldn't help laughing.
This sister, if you say she is smart, is really a little clever, just like in the previous few sentences, she is very good at taking turns; if you say she is stupid, she is really ill-informed in some places.
"Father has been in Suzhou for more than ten years, right?"
Xia Xiaodong asked.
"Yes."
Yurong didn't understand what he meant.
Why did she always have to slow down when she was here with her sister.
"That's right.
Don't worry, father won't be angry."
Local civil and military officials must not wear a pair of trousers.
Otherwise, if the two sides join forces, both civil and military forces will be too powerful, and they will definitely be tabooed by the superiors.
Even if there is someone who really sees the right person, they will be transferred away.
Xia Bashan must have understood this truth after being in Suzhou for so many years.
"Everything on this surface is naturally good for you and me, and everyone is in harmony.
But if you don't even have face, then it's almost to the point where you live and die and you let me go."
Jian Yurong didn't seem to understand. , Xia Xiaodong smiled and said: "And there are too many people who know what happened today.
Let's not talk about it.
Others will tell us.
It would not be good if my father heard the news from elsewhere."
In fact, the ranking of officials is extremely subtle.
Sometimes it's just a slight difference in seating arrangements or slightly different names, which already indicates the superiority and inferiority.
According to Xia Xiaodong's opinion, the so-called emphasizing culture over martial arts cannot be generalized.
It should be noted that for the emperor, the military attache can be said to be a person who has a mixture of love and hate.
It is true that generals are necessary to open up territories and guard borders, but it is even more impossible without them to seize the throne with swords and swords.
But no matter who sits on the glorious throne, his butt determines his head, and he can't help but worry that one day, his prince or even his ministers will push him off the throne.
Only then can we have the checks and balances of civil rule and military rule.
More importantly, there is another sentence to emphasize culture over military affairs, which is to return power to the central government.
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Let these civil and military officials restrain me and I restrain you.
In the final analysis, the purpose is to cause internal friction among the officials and to get the power into the hands of the emperor.
Otherwise, there will be so many messy things.
If he can't see the overall situation clearly, and just sees the importance of civility over military affairs, and thinks of himself as the boss, and comes to Suzhou to try to overpower the military generals, then Magistrate Zhang will probably have no choice but to be sidelined.
Xuannan Province, where Suzhou is located, has a long and narrow terrain.
It is the province closest to the border.
It has many mountains and little farmland and is very barren.
Among the residents, military households account for as much as 30%.
This kind of place clearly belongs to the world of military commanders.
Xia Xiaodong had already analyzed these situations when he first arrived, thinking that his father Xia Bashan was the local boss, so how could he take Zhang Wenjuan seriously.
Yurong finally accepted Xia Xiaodong's suggestion and told Mrs.
Zhuang what happened that day.
Before dinner time, Xia Bashan sent someone to send a message asking the eldest girl to come to the martial arts training ground to talk.
The Xia family's inner residence was squeezed into a small space, mainly because there was a quite large martial arts training ground in the outer courtyard.
The flat, square field was surrounded by some weapons such as spears and sticks.
It was no different from an ordinary martial arts training ground.
The four younger brothers were lined up in a row and were practicing boxing with a master.
Xia Bashan's Dama Jindao sat aside, staring at his sons, but his mind was obviously not on that.
"Dad, please look for me."
Xia Xiaodong looked aside for a while before asking.
Xia Ba Shantou didn't even look back.
He hummed and asked directly: "Do you think I should go find Zhang Chaozi?"