Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Liu Yong lowered his head, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. He asked Lin Ping softly but firmly, "Master, I am deeply concerned about when the day will come when I can finally meet Miss Chongchong."

In his words, he did not deliberately conceal his inner desires; that innocence and directness stood out especially in the somewhat heavy atmosphere between master and disciple.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping's expression changed drastically, and he angrily interrupted Liu Yong's thoughts: "Liu Yong, Liu Yong, how can you be so short-sighted as a man? Passing the imperial examinations and bringing honor to your ancestors is the right path! Establishing a family and career are important matters in life, but how can you put the cart before the horse and prioritize personal feelings for your children?"

His voice carried an undeniable authority, attempting to pull Liu Yong back to reality from the whirlpool of emotions.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yong's cheeks flushed red, a mixture of shame and embarrassment.

He knew his request was too abrupt and might even offend his mentor, but the emotions in his heart were overwhelming.

“What you say is absolutely right, Master. I know I was wrong.” He responded in a low voice, his tone both apologetic and firm. “However, I believe that starting a family and building a career can complement each other and may not necessarily be mutually exclusive.”

The disciple harbors both a desire for fame and fortune, and a deep appreciation for human relationships.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping was speechless for a moment, his face a mixture of anger and helplessness.

He knew Liu Yong was a man of deep emotions, but he also worried that these feelings would become a stumbling block on his path. “I took you as my disciple in the hope that you could achieve something in the imperial examinations, not that you would indulge in romantic love.”

He tried to calm himself down and said earnestly, "But people are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings? However, you must remember that no matter when or where, you must not let personal feelings blind you and delay your success in the imperial examination."

Passing the imperial examination with flying colors?

I don't believe you for a second... based on your habit of always cursing.

It's not as fast as me, Liu Yong, learning on my own!

Liu Yong was quite impressed by the endless stream of new vocabulary, and asked with a frown, "From which story does this 'picking up girls' come?"

Ancient people were particular about quoting classical texts when choosing words and phrases, and it is likely that the term "picking up girls" also has a profound story behind it.

"It comes from PUA!"

Lin Ping's tone was unquestionable: "Fine, since you don't want to talk any more, then continue your studies. Recite the Four Books and Five Classics for me, and let me see how well you've learned them."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yong's heart skipped a beat, but a surge of indomitable spirit welled up within him. He straightened his chest, placed his hands behind his back, and seemed to be instantly activated by an invisible force, his eyes gleaming with confidence and determination. He took a deep breath, preparing to face this test.

“Yes, Master,” Liu Yong replied, his voice soft yet firm.

Immediately afterwards, as if his mouth had been given magic, he began to rapidly spit out a series of words like a machine gun firing.

These words were from the Four Books and Five Classics, which he had studied day and night and memorized thoroughly. He recited them fluently and naturally, every word and every sentence was clearly distinguishable, without the slightest hesitation or pause.

In this way, Liu Yong memorized most of the contents of the Four Books and Five Classics in one go.

His recitation was not only fast and accurate, but also full of emotion and understanding. Lin Ping listened quietly, a satisfied smile gradually appearing on his face.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Lin Ping couldn't take it anymore; he even started to question his existence.

Is this guy a memorization machine?

They're worlds apart from the chubby guy.

At this moment, Jiang Yunyu was excitedly coming to play with his brother-in-law, holding a small piece of Jiang Yunying's clothing. However, he was stunned by Liu Yong's high-energy performance and almost dropped the pink clothing from his arms.

"Brother-in-law, can I give your apprentice a good beating?"

Jiang Yunyu stared in disbelief, his words filled with pure envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"What a joke! This is Lin Ping's precious apprentice. How can he be beaten up by someone else?" Lin Ping angrily said to Jiang Yunyu, "I'll do it myself! Bring my brother-in-law the whip!"

Before long, Lin Ping, holding a leather whip as thick as a baby's arm, roared at Liu Yong, "You unworthy wretch! Are these books of sages meant to be shown off? Is it so great to be able to memorize them? Rigid and pedantic, what else can you do besides memorize them?"

As Lin Ping has profoundly observed, the imperial examination system of our time, especially the eight-legged essay model, acts like an invisible shackle, tightly binding the thinking and creativity of countless talented individuals. They are required to follow established formats and frameworks, immersing themselves day after day in the texts of the Four Books and Five Classics, mechanically reciting the wisdom and teachings of their predecessors, while often neglecting the value of independent thinking and innovation.

In such an environment, many talented individuals, despite their vast knowledge, are like domesticated parrots, merely repeating what others say, lacking their own unique insights and the brilliance of their own thoughts.

However, Liu Yong became a "scapegoat" under this system.

He did not willingly fall into this pedantic and rigid learning mode, but was forced by Lin Ping's strict requirements and expectations to bury himself in his studies and strive to thoroughly master the Four Books and Five Classics.

Now, when Lin Ping criticizes him for being "pedantic" and "rigid," Liu Yong feels an indescribable sense of grievance and confusion.

He pondered to himself: Is it really a mistake to acquire more knowledge and learn more about the wisdom of our predecessors?

What's even more noteworthy is that Liu Yong's talent and wisdom were not dimmed by the constraints of the imperial examination system.

On the contrary, he achieved remarkable success in the field of literature through his talent and hard work.

His lyrics are renowned for their deep emotion, delicate style, and moving beauty, and are deeply loved and admired by the world. If it weren't for the limitations of the imperial examination system, he might have already shone brightly on a broader stage and become a literary giant of his time.

Therefore, when Lin Ping criticized Liu Yong for being "rigid," he may not have truly understood his disciple's inner world and talent.

Liu Yong's injustice lay not only in the fact that he was forced to accept a learning method that was not suitable for him, but also in the fact that his talent and efforts were misunderstood and ignored.

All of this stemmed from the limitations and constraints of the imperial examination system of that era.

Liu Yong was startled by the fierce-looking Lin Ping and said tremblingly, "Besides reciting, I can also write poetry..."

Driven by intense jealousy, Lin Ping panicked and forgot that Liu Yong was skilled at writing poetry and lyrics. His question just now was clearly a slap in the face to him. In order to save face, he could only continue to pretend to be fierce and said sternly, "You? You can write lyrics? If you can't write a 'Butterfly Loves Flowers' that satisfies your teacher within three days, don't even think about seeing Insect Girl again!"

"Three days?" Liu Yong counted on his fingers, the general outline of "Butterfly Loves Flowers" already forming in his mind.

"Oh no!" Lin Ping was startled. He suddenly thought of Cao Zhi's poem that he could compose in seven steps. Perhaps Liu Yong could write "Butterfly Loves Flowers" in an instant. So he gave Li Mingxuan a wink and said, "Get this good-for-nothing out of here. If he can't write 'Butterfly Loves Flowers' in three days, send Chongniang to my room!"

Li Mingxuan grumbled and pushed Liu Yong, and if Lin Ping hadn't stopped him from going too far, he probably would have already started hitting him.

"Chongchong, wait for me!" Liu Yong felt a chill in his heart. If it weren't for the master-disciple relationship, he would definitely have cursed Lin Ping.

This guy not only insulted himself, but also tried to insult his woman. He has no manners whatsoever as a teacher.

It's all because Liu Yong was bewitched; he had already become Lin Ping's disciple, so cursing the other was the same as cursing himself.

The only solution is to write a poem, "Butterfly Loves Flowers," that satisfies the other party within three days.

"Yu'er, come here!" Lin Ping beckoned to Jiang Yunyu with ill intent.

The chubby boy stared at the leather whip in Lin Ping's hand, his legs trembling as he took two steps forward cautiously, then immediately put on a chrysanthemum-like smile.

"Yu'er, do you know the story behind other people's children?" Lin Ping's face grew increasingly gloomy.

Jiang Yunyu shook his fat head like a rattle-drum, and answered truthfully, "I don't know..."

"When a qualified brother-in-law sees that someone else's child is outstanding, do you know what he most wants to do?" Lin Ping's face became increasingly ferocious and terrifying, just like the dark, overcast sky.

"Beat him up!" Jiang Yunyu answered without hesitation. He had indeed wanted to make a move when he saw Liu Yong earlier.

"I'm going to beat you up!" Lin Ping's leather whip cracked incessantly in the air, scaring Jiang Yunyu so much that he ran away in a flash, not even caring about the pink little clothes in his arms.

"You brat, if you can't memorize the entire 'Doctrine of the Mean' in three days, your brother-in-law will make sure you can't get out of bed!" Lin Ping cursed as he chased after him.

To be honest, he hoped even more than the city lord that Jiang Yunyu could become successful, so that his beautiful wife could finally put down her burdens and have no other thoughts in her mind besides consummating their marriage.

Xiao Hui picked up the pink undergarment from the ground with a puzzled look, and asked, "Isn't this the princess's undergarment? How did it end up with the young master?"

Lin Ping is wronged, more wronged than Chang'e, who suffered snow in June. Which eye of yours saw that this fell from the son-in-law's body?

However, Lin Ping did not hear Xiao Hui's words and let her quietly return the clothes to Jiang Yunying.

Throughout the day, Lin Ping remained somewhat dazed, as if a long sword was pressed against his spine.

In the middle of the night, Lin Ping had half his body draped over the silk quilt and the other half buried under it, without even wearing a pair of underwear.

Jiang Yunying's beautiful eyes were almost blinded by the light. She lowered her head shyly, not knowing how to describe her unrestrained husband.

Jiang Yunying had come to confront him, but she hadn't expected Lin Ping to go to bed so early and not even wear pants...

"How dare you, Jiang Yunyu, steal my wife's undergarments! I'll skin you alive!" Lin Ping mumbled in his sleep. "Wife, don't worry, your husband will collect all the clothes you've thrown away!"

Jiang Yunying softened her heart again, and ultimately couldn't outmaneuver Lin Ping's tactics.

Drinking and talking in one's sleep are a person's truest thoughts. Thinking about it this way, Lin Ping really wanted to protect himself. But why does the word "collect" sound a bit strange?

Jiang Yunying felt like she was standing naked in front of the forest, like someone talking to you outside the shower door – it was practically a live broadcast…