It took Yu's heart a long time to calm down, and her little face turned pale with fright. Looking at Master Bao in front of her, she just wanted to smash the inkstone on the table on his head. However, it was just a thought. If she really hit Miao's darling, it would not be as simple as copying the family tree a hundred times as punishment.
"I didn't report you!" Mingyu blinked and said innocently, "Besides, you scared me to death!"
Sima Hong scratched his head and looked at Mingyu's small stature, big watery eyes, and angry pouting lips, as if he was really bullying her.
Forget it. Sima Hong is a grown man, the suave second young master of a marquisate. Why would he bother with a twelve-year-old girl? It would be embarrassing if it got out.
Seeing that Sima Hong didn't say anything, Mingyu continued to copy the family tree with her head down.
Sima Hong lay on the windowsill and watched. The sunlight shone on Mingyu's fair face. Her lips were red, her teeth were white, and her eyebrows and eyes were delicate. The little girl looked pretty when she was writing seriously.
The ancestral hall was built very high, and Sima Hong alone could not reach the windowsill. It was pleasing for him to watch people from here, but it was hard for the servant Baihao who was squatting on the ground and supporting him with his shoulders.
Although Sima Hong was only sixteen years old, he had practiced martial arts since he was a child and had a solid body. Baihao's face turned red from being pressed, but the master who stepped on his shoulders had no intention of getting down. "Second Master, Second Master!"
Mingyu heard the cries from under the windowsill. He stood up and looked under the windowsill, and suddenly saw three black lines on his forehead.
Sima Hong then noticed the loyal servant who was about to die at his feet. He suddenly felt embarrassed in front of the little girl. He smiled awkwardly and said something else: "Hey, your handwriting is pretty good."
Mingyu ignored him and continued to copy the family tree, a thick tree that she had read a hundred times. The Batianbao in front of her was the culprit.
To be honest, Batianbao looks good, a handsome and elegant young man with a good family background. No wonder Zhuxiang would shamelessly climb into his bed.
But Mingyu didn't have the slightest favorable impression towards him, because whenever she saw him or thought of him, the words of Master Bao that frightened the old lady would automatically emerge in Mingyu's mind, "You annoying little goblin!" She had automatically classified him as a playboy and a dandy.
Seeing that Mingyu didn't talk to him, Sima Hong lay there for a while. Baihao under his feet could no longer support him and began to stagger. Sima Hong let out a sigh in his heart and jumped down from Baihao's shoulder in a cool manner.
Mingyu quickly stood up, and when he saw Sima Hong and Bai Hao had already left, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down, continuing to copy the family tree.
When Mingyu first heard about the punishment of copying the family tree, she did not take it too seriously. The reason was that she felt that the Sima family only started to prosper from Sima Chang's generation. Sima Chang's grandfather was a beggar. He worked as a temporary worker during the busy farming season and begged for a living during the slack season. Later, he got lucky and was noticed by someone in a small workshop. He stayed and worked as a clerk. Later, he got married and started a family. Sima Chang's father was born. Sima Chang's father was quite far-sighted. He believed that his family was poor because they had no education. Don't you see that sour scholar at the village head who can't even lift anything with his hands or carry anything on his shoulders, but the government still gave him rice and grain? It really made him jealous.
Therefore, he sold everything he had to support his son Sima Chang's studies. As a result, Sima Chang's father died early and the family lost its support. At this time, uprisings broke out in various places. When people were living in dire straits, the most important thing was to fill his and his mother's stomachs. Sima Chang chose to follow Song Wei in rebellion.
Facts have proved that he made the right choice, was talented in fighting, and most importantly, was lucky enough to survive to the end and become a founding hero. Before getting married, Mingyu took a tutorial on the history of the Sima family. She believed that the Sima family had only three ancestors with documented evidence: Sima Chang's father, grandfather, and Sima Chang himself.
But what she didn't understand was that the ancients liked to trace their origins, especially those who had made it big, especially those like Sima Chang who had studied in academies and had some ink in their stomachs. When everyone gathered together to chat, this one modestly said, I am the direct descendant of the 10th generation.
Wow! The onlookers were amazed, what an amazing person!
The other one was not to be outdone. He was my great-great-grandfather N generations ago.
Wow! The onlookers exclaimed again, what an amazing person he is.
Sima Chang is the only one left. It is not for the sake of face but also for the sake of substance. You can't say that my grandfather was a beggar who didn't even know who his ancestors were.
Sima Chang, who was already a marquis, issued an order and a group of his subordinates began to compile a family tree for him. In order to please the marquis, his subordinates put in their best efforts, for fear of missing out on a great man with the surname Sima, so the family tree became the thick volume it is today.
Mingyu was copying and exclaiming in amazement. The beginning was, "My Sima clan originated from Cheng Boxiufu during the reign of King Wu of the Western Zhou Dynasty, and took the title of an official as my surname. Well, it doesn't matter. The origins of surnames in the world are similar."
What amazed Mingyu was that the family became bigger and bigger as time went on. Sima Chang was also a tough character. Perhaps because of his humble origins, he was criticized a lot. In history, all the famous people with the surname Sima were included in the Sima family tree. Sima Guang, Sima Yi, Sima Zhao... all became collateral or direct descendants of the Sima family.
What's even more shocking is that Mingyu actually saw Sima Qian! Well, Mingyu is not very good at history, but she remembers that this man was raped by the emperor, but he still wrote the Records of the Grand Historian for future generations to admire and worship. Oh, there is a line of small words under Sima Qian's name, saying that he is a collateral descendant and has made outstanding contributions, so he was allowed to enter the family tree.
Mingyu has great respect for the strength of the Sima family tree.
The more Mingyu copied, the more strange it felt. The first few impressive figures, whom even she knew, had indeed appeared in the history of her previous life. But later on, she didn't recognize those people and had never even heard of them.
Something like Sima Xuanye was the second prime minister of Dayao, Sima Rong had visited the Western Regions, and Mingyu's status was probably equivalent to that of an ambassador to the country. She didn't remember any of this, and the country's name was also quite unfamiliar to her.
Mingyu turned her pen and could roughly guess what was going on. History took a turn at the Southern and Northern Dynasties and did not follow the history of her previous world. She had never even heard of the Great Chu Dynasty founded by the current founding emperor Song Wei. But it didn't matter, Mingyu bit the pen and thought, anyway, she was not good at history, even if she went back to ancient China, she still couldn't figure out the east, west, south and north.
It would be better to copy the family tree honestly and understand and observe this strange world at the same time, Mingyu sighed in his heart.
Sima Qing, the current Marquis of Anxi, had just been scolded by his mother in the morning. Before he had time to talk to his wife, he heard that his daughter-in-law was sent to the ancestral hall to copy the family tree, which made him very sad.
"She has just recovered from her illness, why are you punishing her?" Sima Qing said to his wife patiently.
Miao was also very angry. "Master, you don't know that this girl is very cunning despite her young age. When she saw the old lady this morning, she first framed Lingxiu and then accused Baoger. If she is not punished, she still doesn't know the rules of the family. She thinks she is still in her parents' home and can do whatever she wants."
Sima Qing admired his wife's imagination very much. How could a twelve-year-old girl have so many twists and turns in her mind? "She was hired by the old lady herself. You can teach her the rules, but you have to give the old lady some face."
Miao was extremely unhappy. The relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had been bad for a long time. Ever since she gave birth to Yang Ge'er, the old lady cruelly took her own flesh and blood away from her. She hated the old lady since then.
Miao wiped away tears when she recalled the sad past. "I saved her face, why didn't she save me? Back then, Yang Ge'er... Oh, my poor son, he has not been with me since he was young. The old lady was cruel to him. She urged him to get up in the middle of the night in the cold winter to study. His frozen hands could not even hold a pen. If he did not read a sentence correctly, she would hit him with a stick. His palms were red... She didn't feel sorry for him at all!"
Sima Qing was overwhelmed by what he heard. Having listened to Miao's crying so many times over the years, he could almost recite what Miao would say next.
"Enough!" Sima Qing shouted.
"It's Yang'er's blessing that the old lady is willing to educate him. What's the point of you crying here? Besides, Yang'er is so promising now, isn't it because of the old lady's proper education?" Sima Qing said. In fact, he wanted to add one more sentence, look at the precious boy you raised!
Later, considering that if he said this, his wife would be furious and would fight him to the end, Sima Qing swallowed the words back. In fact, Bao Ge'er is also a good person... Sima Qing painfully discovered that he could not convince himself. As a father, he knew very well what kind of person his precious little son was.
"But I didn't raise him, and he's not close to me at all!" Miao retorted sharply, and in a rage, she blurted out, "I think it was the old lady who instigated it!"
"Shut up!" Sima Qing was really annoyed this time. No one wants to hear his wife scolding his mother, no matter how well-educated or kind-hearted he is.
Miao shut up in dismay. Sima Qing usually had a good temper and spoke gently, but once he got angry, he was still very scary.
Sima Qing let out a long sigh, "The old lady is very tolerant, otherwise she wouldn't have raised such an outstanding child like Yang Ge'er. She didn't want me to be caught between you two, so she always tolerated you as her daughter-in-law. I also felt that you, a noble lady from the capital with a distinguished family background, were wronged by marrying to our desolate northwest area, so I never complained to you. I also agreed with your wishes about Yang Ge'er's marriage and married your niece. Ask yourself, apart from the fact that Wen Niang served me since she was a child and I gave her the title of concubine, have I, Sima Qing, ever treated you unfairly?"
When this was mentioned, Miao felt guilty. She had nothing to say about her husband. Every time she went back to the capital to visit her relatives, she could not help but feel lucky when she saw her sisters worrying about their husbands bringing concubines home one after another, causing chaos and confusion.
Sima Qing was a kind and elegant man. He had only one wife and one concubine, Wen, in his family. Sima Qing seldom visited Concubine Wen. He usually either stayed at her place or stayed overnight in the study to handle official business. Compared with his sisters, Miao was already very satisfied.
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