Chapter 218 Zhuang Mohan

The sun that rises as usual in the morning is always the sun. Sunshine can make people forget darkness and regret, and bring new hope and light.

When Guo Baokun came out of his house and looked at the people coming and going on the street, he instantly felt that he had entered the human world. He cleared out of his mind all the regrets and sadness left in his heart yesterday, and his spirit was shaken.

Guo Baokun was walking in the direction of the Hanlin Academy and was about to leave that world. At this time, Guo Baokun did not ride a horse or walk in a sedan chair, but chose to walk. He wanted to feel the world of Yidong again in the first period of time.

Looking at the people in Kyoto on the street, Guo Baokun felt the aura of the world that he had not seen for a long time. Life is not the life of ordinary people, and it cannot be influenced by the so-called great masters and powerful people. Looking at the cries of small vendors all over the street,

With breakfast, snacks, rouge, gouache, jewelry, etc., Guo Baokun knows that it is not only their legs that can survive, but also all kinds of hardships.

"Boss, how do you sell candied haws?" Guo Baokun walked to a stall and looked at the filled candied haws, recalling his childhood memories and asked the boss about the price.

"Well, Mr. Wei Yuanzi, two pennies per string, how many strings do you want?" As a person who has been working for a living for many years, the street vendor has naturally developed a pair of sharp eyes. He can tell at a glance that Guo Baokun is of noble status. No one like him can do it.

Offended, the clothes I was wearing were obviously not high-quality silk. I couldn't buy such a piece of clothing without buying anything, so I carefully put on a smile on my face, my body was slightly bent, humble and humble.

And humble.

Guo Baokun knew that this was the living standard of a small person, and he was afraid of offending the powerful, but Guo Baokun did not look down on the hawker. The hawker's humility was in line with the family behind him, and he was not humble. "Let's have a couple!"

Guo Baokun opened his wallet, took out four cents and handed it to the hawker. He moved his legs to take two candied haws, and took a bite of one of them. The crispy sugar coating was sweet and delicious, and then the sourness of the hawthorns.

The taste of the sweet combination is irresistible. Guo Baokun raised his thumb at the wrong vendor, expressed his praise, and then turned around and left.

The hawker's face raised a smile again, but that smile was not humble or humiliating, but full of confidence and pride. The customer's praise for his leg skills was his greatest pride.

From the outside, it is so brilliant.

Guo Baokun held two bunches of candied haws in his legs, choking on them as he ate them. His steps were random, without any purpose or direction. Following the flow of people, he suddenly heard a noise coming from the front. A group of Tai students kept moving in that direction.

When people gathered together, Guo Baokun became curious. The excitement among scholars was not that common. It seemed that something big was happening ahead.

Guo Baokun quickly moved towards the direction where the Taipei students gathered, preparing to go and watch the excitement together. For Guo Baokun, who was feeling a little lonely now, this kind of occasion was really the best way to relieve his tired legs.

Guo Baokun was chewing candied haws while following the Tai students into the crowd. The students around him were rightly surprised and repulsed by Guo Baokun. After all, Guo Baokun had read many books for so many years. Although his current appearance was not very elegant, but

If you are here and have a bookish attitude, at most you would think that Guo Baokun is a little ignorant of etiquette.

"Mr. Shu, this visit with the Northern Qi envoy to his Qing Dynasty is really a grand event in the literary world. It is truly a blessing for them to have the opportunity to listen to Mr. Zhuang's lectures!" The two Tai students discussed enthusiastically.

The excitement on his face infected the students around him, and everyone nodded in agreement. It seemed that Mr. Zhuang, who was on the wrong side, had an unparalleled status among the group of young students. At least he was not a great scholar or a leading figure in the literary world.

"Mr. Shu, Zhuang Mohan?" Guo Baokun heard the discussion of the Tai students and murmured to himself thoughtfully.

As a great figure in the literary world, Zhuang Mohan is an idol in the hearts of countless literati. As a recognized great figure at that time, Zhuang Mohan has studied knowledge all his life and made great contributions to the literary world. He has made detailed annotations in ancient books, which can be regarded as one of the most important figures in the literary world.

Although he was a truly down-to-earth scholar, his reputation was ruined by falsely accusing Fan Xian. However, Zhuang Mohan still did not forget to explain the ancient poems copied by Fan Xian in the beginning, so he could be considered a gentleman.

In fact, just think about the name Zhuang Mohan and you will know that the author in the original work has a different kind of respect. Zhuang is not the Zhuang Zhou, Mo is not the Mo Zhai, Han is not the Han of Han Fei, so

You can tell by looking at it whether he is a true thinker and litterateur or whether the author combines three sons from hundreds of schools of thought to become Zhuang Mohan. This shows that the author has high hopes for Zhuang Mohan. It can also be seen from the side.

It reflects Zhuang Mohan's deep learning style.

When Guo Baokun heard that he was no longer following the imperial student, he went to see Zhuang Mohan, but he turned around and left. Zhuang Mohan was Guo Baokun's senior, and Guo Baokun did not fail to maintain due respect for him.

When Guo Baokun was studying, he read a lot of books annotated by Zhuang Mohan. Guo Baokun thought that he had the gift of teaching, but Guo Baokun could not read it as a joke, so he turned around and left.

If he had not encountered that incident tomorrow, Guo Baokun would have forgotten that the war between Northern Qi and Nanqing was over, and Northern Qi had lost, so he would have sent a mission to negotiate for peace. As for Zhuang Mohan, he did not want to

He should be involved in that matter, but if he doesn't, he can save his younger brother, and Zhuang Mohan can put his reputation behind him.

I'm afraid everyone in the world can't imagine that the murderer Sean could be Zhuang Mohan's biological brother. Because Zhuang Mohan was famous back then, Sean was under too much pressure as his younger brother, so he changed his name, and

Joined the Jinyi Guards, cut off contact with Zhuang Mohan, transformed into the King of Dark Night, and created a great reputation in Tiandong, until he was captured by Chen Pingping, and was imprisoned for two years in the dungeon of the Inspection Institute in the dark sky and moon.

Ten years later, because Xiao En possessed the secrets about the temple that Emperor Qing wanted to know, he had already turned into red bones.

Zhuang Mohan has devoted his whole life to learning and has not married or had children. Therefore, if he is alone until now, the Zhuang family will not lose their incense. So after hearing the news about Xiao En, he wanted to rescue Xiao Xiao and continue his life.

The banker's incense will not cause the ancestral hall to have no one offering incense at the end of the month, and all the achievements will be like a lonely ghost.

Guo Baokun couldn't bear to think about Zhuang Mo Han Yue's slightly desolate ending. He thought about the night banquet at the Hall of Prayer in a few days. It seemed that he needed to stop Yidong Fan Xian, not asking him to be unreasonable or unforgiving, at least not to let Zhuang

During the night banquet, Mo Han vomited blood from his mouth and his life span was greatly shortened.
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