The boss's wife let out a "poof" and sprayed a mouthful of tea.

Everyone was surprised by the guests sitting below.

They traveled around the world and saw countless storytellers, including stories about the world, gossip, historical legend, and novels, but there are really no one who taught the Six Classics in teahouses and restaurants.

"How old is the little girl? Have you ever studied and attended academy? How dare you preach the Six Classics!"

The old man, one young man next to him, and the two grandparents and grandchildren, shook his head in an old age and said coldly, "Absurd!"

Yang Yuying was serious and didn't think anything was wrong.

This girl Cuiling has been stupid since she was a child and is a famous little fool.

Jiang Wan took her out of Chunyue Tower. On this road, it was fine at the beginning, but Jiang Wan was a little polite.

But not long after, she found that Cui Ling was really not smart, so she became more and more impatient with her. It was not that she would beat and scold her every time, but that she did not treat her as a complete person and often ignored her.

Jiang Wan is proud and willful. Because of her family background, she has wanted anything since she was a child and cannot tolerate others' disobedience. But she is not brainless and will not offend others without any trouble.

She looked contemptuous and casual towards Cui Ling, and to put it bluntly, she looked down on her.

Which daughter would look down on a little maid? What's more, a little fool or a fool?

In Cuiling's memory, she saw many uncomfortable scenes.

The guest at Chunyuelou joked with a smile: "The little fool has a bad mind, but his face looks good. Although the guy can't bring it back, it's also pleasing to the eye!"

Jiang Wan was writing a letter to Song Sheng, and Cui Ling brought a cup of tea, but after a look, Jiang Wan looked impatient.

"You are illiterate and can't understand it!"

In a word, Cuiling's face turned red with shame. She wanted to say that she was not a fool, but... she might be a little stupid.

She also wanted to say that she could not only write her own name, but also know a lot of words.

But she was stupid and speechless and couldn't say it.

Yang Yuying could feel that the girl had endless resentment and pain deep in her heart. Some little girls were dissatisfied.

"The 'Six Arts', also known as the 'Six Classics', is the most valued in ancient books by ancient people. The second is the 'record' or 'transmission', which explains or adds the scriptures. The Analects of Confucius belongs to this category. Again, it is the sect of the various scholars. It is the one who has a different opinion outside the Six Classics. Mencius is this category."

"The two books "The Analects of Confucius" and "Mencius" were ranked second and third in the Yin Dynasty. Later, the Ru Kingdom flourished, but it was only a short period of time until the Chen Dynasty... The imperial examination questions were all published, and since then, the "Four Books" were eventually flourished with the "Six Classics".

"Since Taizong of this dynasty, the imperial examination system has gradually changed, especially in recent years, people have emphasized the pursuit of knowledge of things, but the content of the Four Books is still a hot topic in the examination."

"In ancient times, there were many fake books... The Analects of Confucius is generally credible, but some of them were still caused by later generations. Just like the "Zi Zi See Nan Zi Zhang" at the end of "Yong Ye Chapter", and the "Sei Xi Jue" at the end of "Xing Dang Chapter", all have nothing to do with Confucius, or the meaning is not the original text..."

The little girl stood up first, then pulled over a chair and sat down. The voice was clear and endless.

"The little girl is not very knowledgeable and is fortunate to learn some ways to recite the meaning of the scriptures. Today I will tell you."

The guests laughed at first.

How ridiculous is a young girl who has the courage to preach in a restaurant?

Let’s not talk about whether anyone is interested in this place or not, even if they are really interested, they have never dared to think that they can listen to and learn in a restaurant.

At present, the court has repeatedly held charity schools to encourage Confucian scholars to study, but reading is still a difficult task.

Most of them are from the world, or businessmen, and most of them have struggled to survive in the world for a long time and have an instinctive awe of reading.

At first, they thought the little girl was making a joke, but as they listened, everyone suddenly realized that the little girl was talking like she was, and she didn't look like she was making up at all.

And not only that, those things that only scholars can understand, only listen to a few words occasionally, but they don’t find them obscure.

There were even a few people who had read books when they were young and couldn't help but listen.

When they were studying, what did the teacher teach? What did they say? They were so rude that they kept reading and reciting, and how could they tell them how to read this book?

Even those gentlemen know that it must be kept strictly confidential, and only passed on to their children and grandchildren, or direct disciples, would not be able to touch the edges.

"Let's talk about it first, and read the method of "The Analects of Confucius"..."

Yang Yuying started preaching slowly without any rushing.

What I said is far from being as boring as everyone imagined. I even interspersed with gossip news from saints from time to time, strange stories from ancient times, and even those who only recognize a few words and have never read much were curious and found it quite interesting, so I couldn't help but sit down and listen carefully.

Listening to this, it may not be as interesting as the serious storyteller, but this knowledge is kept in mind and turned around and showed off. How grand is it? As soon as they think about it, they will feel endless joy.

At this time, the monopoly of knowledge has not been broken. Even if you have money, you can't buy knowledge like this. Even if you don't understand it, you will know this truth. No one will think Cui Ling's move is not good, but instead feels respectful.

In just three days, Yang Yuying earned enough money to live in Xiping Town safely.

On this day, Yang Yuying finished a passage of "The Legend of the Six Kingdoms", sat down and stuttered with the naan bread that the boss's wife had cut for her. When she looked up, she saw Jiang Wan standing in front of the door of the restaurant, with a dazed look, her eyes were dull, and her face was exhausted.

When he turned around and saw Yang Yuying, his eyes flashed, his eyebrows gathered, as if he was embarrassed and angry: "Pretending to behave!"

"Jiang Wan!"

Song Sheng was about to enter the door with a young man in purple clothes and a gentle face. When he saw her being a fool, he also had a headache. He smiled bitterly and shrugged at the man in purple next to him, "Oh, this young lady has a temper."

The man in purple smiled: "Who doesn't know Miss Jiang's temperament? Brother Song doesn't care too much."

The two of them spoke on their own and deliberately ignored Jiang Wan. Jiang Wan was so angry that she felt stomachache, so she threw Yang Yuying behind her head.

In the past two days, she had no time to transform Cui Ling into a little maid who came out of the kitchen and became a polite person. What would her talented woman say to her? At most, she would whisper to Song Sheng in private, thinking Cui Ling was suspicious!

In a short time, she snatched the handbag she carried with her once. The room she lived in was invaded by three different groups of forces.

The last time, Jiang Wan was almost kidnapped. If Song Sheng hadn't been alert and rescued in time, something might have really happened.

Yang Yuying lived upstairs on Jiang Wan's building and watched the farces one after another in a cold manner. Well, it was normal for her to stand by and watch.

Once, people can handle it.

Secondly, if she really takes action, I am afraid that Miss Jiang Wan and Jiang will explode first.

Cui Ling was very weak at the beginning. Now that she talked about the Six Classics, she could still say that she could do it herself, but Jiang Wan didn't know it, but if she didn't even have martial arts skills, it would really become very strange.

Yang Yuying didn't think about doing it himself this time, and just planned to wait for Ouyang Manor Master or Senior Brother Ye to bring people to him, and he would take down ten times with one force, and directly grab the map of Minggu, grab the map and find a different way. He did things quickly and Amitabha.

The naan bread on the table was baked just right. Although it was only salt and very little oil, it was light and tasted badly.

Yang Yuying ate the cake in small mouthfuls.

Cuiling is thin, has white skin, and always has a bit of pity on her face. If she speaks to the lecture, the guests in the restaurant will focus on her voice. The sound is sonorous and powerful and has vigorous vitality, but when she stops, the pitiful posture cannot be covered up.

Anyone who sees her will always be unable to help but let the voice go lower, for fear of scaring her.

Sometimes Yang Yuying looks at herself in the mirror, but she actually thinks Cuiling has a good face, round eyes, high nose bridge, straight and delicate facial features, and very positive bones. However, she is too thin and her eyes are always timid, so even she can't suppress Cuiling's instinct for a while and can't hide her weak aura.

Song Sheng looked up and obviously remembered the little girl who was rescued by Jiang Wan from the fire. She looked around and walked over and smiled, "Cui Ling."

Yang Yuying looked up at him.

Song Sheng couldn't help but be stunned.

The girl's eyes were clear and black and white, and she was a little cold.

When he was dazed, he felt that he had read it wrong, and he couldn't help but feel funny. Thinking about how young this child was, Jiang Wan brought it out in a confused way. He was also pitiful.

"Jiang Wan is ignorant, so she scares you. Don't be afraid of her. She just has a bad mouth, but her heart is not bad."

"Since the moment Jiang Wan is not peaceful, and here is not peaceful, I will ask a friend to send you to a safe place to settle down. I will send you home after the matter is over."

Song Sheng's voice was extremely gentle.

Yang Yuying sighed.

She had already clearly felt that many of the originally wandering eyes were fixed on her.

It seems that she has been in peace these days.

Yang Yuying raised her eyes, smiled at Song Sheng, then lowered her head and whispered: "It's not easy to bother young master, Cui Ling can go back by herself."

Seeing her shoulders slender, Song Sheng thought she was timid and felt even more sympathetic in her heart. She was still waiting to speak, and a chuckle suddenly came from outside the door.

The wind wrapped in yellow sand and swept across, and two men and women suddenly appeared on the stone steps outside.

Both men are tall in size, and the two women have deep facial features, fair skin, and seem to have alien blood. They both look like they are twenty-seven or eight years old.

The four people were covered in ink-colored heads, and their hats did not cover their faces, but their faces were spotless and clean.

The shoes are the kind of deer leather boots that are common in the desert, with an eagle embroidered on them, which makes them look a bit fierce.

When Song Sheng saw them, his expression suddenly changed and he reached out to hold the sword at his waist.

These four people looked polite, bowed to Song Sheng, turned to Jiang Wan and smiled, "Miss Jiang, Lord, please ask us to send you a letter."

The woman in charge respectfully took out an envelope from her cloak.

The envelope is inlaid with gold edges, and only the words "Miss Jiang Wan" are written on it. The words are quite heroic, but there is no place to be praised except heroic.

In just a moment, a strange atmosphere filled the entire restaurant.

Yang Yuying clearly felt that the gaze that had been entangled around her suddenly changed its scent.

It was like a tiger suddenly invaded this place, and cunning things like foxes were scared to avoid them.

Jiang Wan stared at the letter for a while, pulled it over, and swung it hard, and the letter drifted out of the window with the wind and disappeared.

"Tell you the Lord, tell him not to dream. Even if I marry a blind man or a cripple man, I will not marry him!"

After hearing Jiang Wan's words, the four people remained unchanged, but just turned cold and said to themselves: "Lord, give Miss Jiang three days to consider."
To be continued...