Chapter 1019： New copy: Three Kingdoms!

Siming?

Jiang Siming was taken aback, and then his head received a message. His ID in the Three Kingdoms was Jiang Bei and his name was Siming.

Okay, my name is now written, and Jiang Bei's nickname is added.

It seems that the old man is his cheap teacher, Cai Yong.

Cai Yong also knew that the great writer of the Eastern Han Dynasty had a daughter named Cai Wenji, who was a nanny, and was out of meat costume...

Hehe, why did you come to the world of Glory of the King? I am sorry that I went to the wrong set.

The teacher called, and Jiang Siming had to respond.

What a bad luck, I have been a student for two consecutive copies, especially meow...

"Teacher, the students are just thinking about what the teacher said." Jiang Siming said nonsense.

"Oh? So, Siming, tell me, what do you think of the seven articles of "The Spring and Autumn"?" Cai Yong asked.

Jiang Siming snorted. Where did he read "Spring and Autumn"? Please, although he is a student from Fudan University, he is a science student.

He knows what chemical equation you want to ask. If you ask a liberal arts student, he knows that there will be ghosts.

"Is Xiaoxian and Xiaoxian? Yes, yes, it's Jiaomei...Bah, what is it, please help me, Axian."

Jiang Siming had to call his "follow", Baidu Baike Almighty Xiaoxian.

"Master, don't worry, Xiaoxian will help you out!" Xiaoxian secretly said in Jiang Siming's ear.

It's nice to have a little fairy by his side, if he was there when he was studying before, he could get into Harvard.

It is estimated that this should be the dream of all students. There is no need to worry about having a Xiaoxian exam. You can take as many points as you want.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Siming began to speak loudly under the eyes of everyone:

"The people of "The Spring and Autumn", Lu Shi Ye. The book of Lu Shi's family, Confucius recorded and stored it, so that it can be passed on to later generations. The sage wrote "The Spring and Autumn", but it is straightforward to write the matter, good and evil. "The Spring and Autumn" It is called subtle and obvious, aspirational and obscure, graceful and elegant, not dirty, punish evil and persuade good..."

Jiang Siming talked freely, and Cai Yong nodded again and again, showing a relieved smile.

after class.

The scribes all left, but Jiang Siming was stopped.

Because he was a closed disciple and had rushed from far away from Youzhou, Cai Yong asked him to live in his mansion with a special small courtyard for him.

It seems that Cai Yong treats himself as a closed disciple very well.

Especially today's performance made Cai Yong very satisfied and praised him a few words in particular.

As soon as he returned to his yard, Jiang Siming wanted to ask someone to ask what year it was, whether Dong Zhuo had entered the capital, and whether Lu Bu had been in Diaochan.

But a girl came to his yard.

"Cousin, are you there?"

Jiang Siming walked out of the room when he heard the sound, and a girl in Hanfu stood slim and graceful at the door. Everyone was beautiful and elegant.

90 marks.

Jiang Siming rated the girl in his heart, mainly because she was not very old, she seemed to be only about 16 years old, otherwise the score might be higher.

And this cousin once again let Jiang Siming get some information.

Affection This girl is Cai Yong's daughter, Cai Wenji, the strongest nanny in the Canyon of Kings.

Snapped! (The backhand is a slap, telling you to play the king every day!)

Keke, Cai Yan, with the word Wenji.

He had some cousins ​​with Cai Yong's family, and Cai Yan was naturally named Cousin Jiang Siming.

Of course, in this era, cousins ​​and cousins ​​are not blood relations at all, but a symbol of intimacy.

It can be seen that the girl has some meaning to Jiang Siming.

"Cousin, you are here, have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Siming came out and responded, and also said a straight male standard language, have you eaten...

Cai Yan covered his mouth and said with a smile: "Cousin, are you hungry? This is not the time. How can you eat so quickly?"

No time is one to three in the afternoon.

In ancient times, people eat two meals a day. Breakfast is eight or nine o'clock in the morning, which is called Chaoshi, also called food, and dinner is five or six in the afternoon, which is called feeding or chao.

When Jiang Siming heard Xiaoxian's reminder, he coughed awkwardly and said, "Yes, I didn't eat enough yesterday."

"Then I will let Dong Chu make a bowl of porridge and soup for my cousin?"

"Okay." To avoid embarrassment, Jiang Siming bit the bullet and agreed.

Cai Yan gave the maid next to him twice, and the maid left to serve Jiang Siming porridge.

Cai Yan walked into the yard and said with a smile: "Cousin, Wen Ji recently read the Book of Songs and found some places are obscure. I want to ask if my cousin can help me out?"

Jiang Siming was happy, and his feelings came in contact with him under the name of learning.

This kind of tricks, he can not understand this kind of love veteran.

"Of course, cousin, please sit down." Jiang Siming nodded happily.

What is he afraid of, he has Xiaoxian, what is he afraid of.

You can answer everything you ask.

Soon, the two sat down to talk.

During the conversation, Jiang Siming really asked All-knowledge, and changed a lot of ways to explain a lot of obscure points.

After listening, Cai Yan admired You Ai even more when looking at Jiang Siming's eyes.

When the porridge came, Jiang Siming stopped talking for a while, and tasted the porridge of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

It's just plain millet porridge, it doesn't taste much, not even a plate of side dishes.

Jiang Siming then remembered that there were a few boxes of canned vegetables in Qiankun Ring, and decisively took a bottle from it and opened it to serve with millet porridge. It was delicious.

"Cousin, what is this? It smells so sweet, so sweet and spicy."

Cai Yan looked at this juggling canned food with curiosity.

Jiang Siming is happy, anyway, this is just a copy, and it won't affect history.

So don’t worry about changing history or anything.

"This is called canned food. It is a special product of ours. Would you like to have some? It's delicious."

Cai Yan murmured secretly in her throat. She seemed to want to eat, but she was embarrassed.

Jiang Siming didn't follow her inking, and took a sour radish and handed it to her mouth.

"Come on, have a taste."

Cai Yan's face flushed, because Jiang Siming used the chopsticks he had used.

If I ate it myself, wouldn’t it be with Jiang Siming...

But she was afraid that Jiang Siming would be disappointed by not eating, so she blushed boldly, bit her teeth carefully and quickly ate it into her mouth.

"Hmm! Cousin, how is this sour and sour? It's a bit spicy."

Cai Yan was distracted by the sour radish in his mouth, frowning, with aftertaste and pain.

After all, people who eat sour radish for the first time will have this expression.

Jiang Siming laughed. It was so interesting to use modern food to trick the ancients.

Thinking that he was in the copy of Yitian, he used instant noodles to conquer the stomachs of all female Emei disciples.

After drinking the porridge, the two continued to chat.

Only after chatting did I learn that Jiang Siming tapped on the side and knew what year it was now.

It is 189 AD. Dong Zhuo has already entered Beijing, and he has deposed the young emperor Liu Fen and helped Liu Xie succeed.

At this time, Dong Zhuo had just entered Beijing and he had not opened his fangs, so the capital was fairly peaceful.

In a while, Dong Zhuo will begin to show his true colors, and it will be time for the princes from all walks of life to attack Dong Zhuo.

This temporary tranquility in Kyoto is actually on the eve of the storm.

Jiang Siming didn't panic, and didn't want to kill Dong Zhuo directly in the past.

If Dong Zhuo is not chaotic, the troubled times will not appear, and without the troubled times, this copy will be meaningless.

[Author's digression]: Recently, the website is holding a silver ticket contest. I don’t even know that I have a cold with sake. The editor reminded me to ask for more money (cover my face). Please, please, please, remember to vote after reading. Let the sake win a prize or something, hehe, please, ahem.