Kong Yingda pulled the "Chang'an Xunbao" aside with a look of doubt, and first copied the "Luoyang Xunbao" in his hand.

When his eyes focused on "Luoyang Xunbao", and almost saw an equally eye-catching headline under the big characters of Luoyang Xunbao, his eyeballs bulged exaggeratedly.

"Shock the Chinese! An unbelievable fact: Guozijian Confucian offering wine actually...》

Kong Yingda's complexion quickly darkened. This title name looks stinky and long.

But it happens that people can't take their eyes off at the first glance. After all, this sensational title, I have to say, is really eye-catching.

But in this way, Kong Rangli, who was originally reluctant to publish in the newspaper, felt even more unhappy.

Pulling an old face, he muttered a few words of hometown trash that didn't fit the gentleman's demeanor.

Only then did he continue to look down, and Kong Yingda didn't think there was anything wrong with the previous words, even the first ten or so lines of the writing, there was nothing wrong with it.

But gradually, the more Kong Yingda looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he always felt that he didn't write it like that. Could it be that he remembered it wrong?

Kong Yingda's confidant stayed at the door of the public house as quietly as a chicken after the officials of the Imperial College left, turning his head to observe his master from time to time.

Fortunately, my master is doing as usual, and he doesn't feel angry at all for arguing with those Guozijian colleagues.

This made the confidants very puzzled, but since my master has no emotional problems, there is no need for him to go in and cause trouble.

Staying for a while, suddenly, a suppressed growl came from his ear.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This, what kind of **** is this, dare to counterfeit the old man's handwriting?!"

"???" The confidant turned his head in a daze, and saw that his master's face was so dark that it was purple and panting like a cow.

Quickly walked into the public room and asked carefully. "Why should the master be angry?"

Kong Yingda didn't notice that confidant at all, and his emotions at this moment were like turbulent waves.

The nostrils were about to spurt out sparks, the eyeballs were already congested, and the mouth was still muttering nervously over and over again.

"This, this is definitely not written by the old man, definitely not written by the old man."

To describe the old man so shamelessly, to sing praises for a thief like Cheng Sanlang in the article.

Is the old man still shameless? ! It turns out that the source of the attitude and tone of those Guozijian colleagues just now is here...

But he still made a mistake, and after thinking about it passionately, he still admitted it calmly.

Thinking of the expressions and eyes of those Guozijian colleagues when they left, Kong Yingda felt as if he had accidentally scalded his eyes with a red-hot iron.

He stood up straight away, frantically tearing at the newspaper in his hand, roaring as he tore it.

"Despicable! Shameless! Old man with a disability, a layman with a lack of earth, should be killed, should be...killed..."

As a result, he couldn't catch his breath, and his throat was sweet. The confidant saw in horror that a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of his master's mouth.

Opening his mouth, he leaned back with a gurgling sound in his throat, and just fell back straight.

This confidant was so frightened that he rushed forward with a lunge, and finally he didn't let the great Tang literary master hit the ground on the back of his head.

"Someone is here, come soon! My master vomited blood and passed out!"

Holding Kong Yingda in his arms, the bewildered confidants raised their high-pitched voices and howled loudly in the Imperial Prison.

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Several officials of the Imperial College gathered in Zheng Siye's office and sighed.

"I never thought that Kong Jijiu, who was originally at odds with the Cheng family, would be so flattering. It's an insult to the character of a literati."

"It's not just him, there are also officials such as Xu Shilang and Xiao Sheren. In the eyes of someone, they are all Confucian elders of my Tang Dynasty."

"I have always acted very ethically, but now, they are all like this, so flattering. Is this still the seniors I know?"

"It's simply a loss of gentleness, but Kong Caijiu's offering of wine just now seems very righteous.

This is really distressing, has Kong Jijiu forgotten the humiliation brought to him by the Cheng family? "

"That is, Kong Rangli is such an insulting title, it has become a nickname used by many people who have grudges against Kong Jijiu to mock him."

"It's really unbearable for him to flatter the Cheng family like this..."

"Enough, enough!" Zheng Siye finally yelled after listening to the complaints for a long time.

"Perhaps, Kong Jijiu and these officials all have their last resort..."

As soon as the words fell, they heard panicked shouts from a distance, and soon, Zheng Siye and others received the news that Kong Yingda had vomited blood and was unconscious.

A group of Guozijian officials looked at each other, and half a day later, one of the doctors stroked his long beard, expressing emotion.

"Sure enough... It seems that before Kong Jijiu just pretended to be nothing in front of us, but in fact, I'm afraid I'm ashamed to the point of embarrassment..."

"Sigh, I never imagined that Kong Lao, who was over seventy years old, would ruin his good reputation for most of his life at such an age."

"Yeah, it's really pitiful, sad, sad..."

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Li Mingda stepped into the hall with light steps, saw his mother, Empress Changsun, who just got up, and walked forward with a sweet smile.

"My daughter has seen her mother."

"Mingda is here, by the way, that boy Ah Tu, why didn't you bring him here to let mother see."

Li Mingda took Empress Changsun's arm and explained with a smile.

"My daughter misses mother and father~lightnovelpub.net~ and wants to come and visit the elders. When she was about to go out, the little guy just fell asleep, so my daughter didn't bother him."

"Is that so, your father isn't in the Wencheng Palace either?" Empress Changsun asked warmly, caressing her daughter's cool hands.

Li Mingda replied without thinking.

"My daughter hasn't gone there yet, so I want to come over to see my mother first, and then go to see my father with my mother."

Hearing these words, Empress Changsun looked up at her own daughter thoughtfully.

"What, what's the matter?"

Seeing the eyes of his mother's eldest grandson, Empress, who seemed to be able to see through him, Li Mingda's face was innocent and cute, and he tilted his head as before.

"Ah? It's okay, my daughter just thought that Daddy should still be in court just now, and definitely not in Wencheng Palace, so I came here first to find my mother."

"Hehe, um, really filial..." Empress Changsun shook her head helplessly, let it go, don't tell the truth.