Zhu Biao put aside his thoughts, looked at Song Lian aside and asked: "Master Song, what are the candidates doing now, but they are all reviewing their books?"
Song Lian stroked his beard and said: "Tomorrow should be the day for the candidates to go to the Confucian Temple to worship. The exam is about to start, and the candidates are almost here, and they are just in time to ask the Holy Master to bless their names on the gold list."
Zhu Biao nodded after hearing this. He had never been to the Confucian Temple before, so he said to Song Lian: "The exam papers have been set. Master Song, would you like to go to the Confucian Temple with me to take a look?"
Song Lian naturally agreed happily. He was a traditional scholar and official, so he naturally hoped that Zhu Biao would respect Confucius and open up an era of prosperous literary fortune for the Ming Dynasty after he ascended the throne.
Since the fall of the Song Dynasty, the literary movement has been in a state of decline. Even the imperial examinations are open and closed. Now that the sun and the moon have finally reopened, it is natural to restore the world's literary movement. If the cultural movement is prosperous, a prosperous age will not be far away!
Zhu Biao changed his clothes, Liu Jin also changed into a scholar's clothes with a frown on his face, but Song Lian didn't need to change, he usually dressed as a Confucian scholar.
Zhu Biao changed into a white straight robe, put on a square scarf, borrowed an ordinary jade pendant from his master, and picked up a fan. He looked like a scholar from a well-known family.
Song Lian looked at it and nodded with satisfaction. After changing into the prince's regular clothes, the majesty of the imperial prince became much weaker, and his elegance increased. Although the nobility cultivated since childhood was still there, he would not be easily ignored by others.
recognize.
Liu Jin advised from the side: "Sir, would you like to ask your Majesty for instructions on what to do if you are bumped into by someone when you go out?"
In fact, Zhu Biao had been depressed recently and wanted to go out for a walk: "It doesn't matter, and we don't want to leave the city. You can just go to the pro-military captain's house and ask dozens of good men to follow you for protection."
Liu Jin immediately accepted the order and left, but what he was thinking about was that if dozens were not enough, he would have to hire hundreds of experts.
Zhu Biao himself was not worried. Throughout history, Jing Ke's attempt to assassinate Qin had never been successful. If the emperor died in an accident, he must have been killed by members of the royal family or ministers who controlled the government.
Nanjing City was the center of the Ming Dynasty, and pro-military governor's mansions were spread throughout the city. Even if Zhu Biao didn't bring anyone with him, if something happened, a dozen people would immediately jump out to protect him.
Zhu Biao and Song Lian talked for a while, and then saw Liu Jin leading Mao Xiang in. After the two of them saluted, Zhu Biao knew that his father did not object to him going out to take a look.
The group of people first took an ordinary carriage out of the palace, and then stopped in the backyard of an inn. The Confucian Temple was not far from here, and the inn was only used by internal personnel, so it was safe and private.
The four of them left the inn and walked towards the Confucian Temple. Zhu Biao looked at the vendors on both sides with a smile on his face. Nanjing was much more prosperous than when he went on an expedition last time.
Song Lian and Mao Xiang often traveled around the city, so they naturally didn't think it was strange. However, Zhu Biao and his servant were a little dazzled. They had lived in the palace for a long time, and when they came out to do business, there were a large number of guards to clear the way. How could they have the opportunity to see such a scene.
There were also many young scholars making friends along the way, and their eyes and brows were filled with confidence. Zhu Biao looked at them as if he was watching his own son grow up, and felt inexplicably happy in his heart.
Song Lian looked at them and smiled and said: "You are high-spirited and have a good attitude. This is the style that our Ming Dynasty scholars should have."
Zhu Biao looked at them with a smile and said: "There is a shortage of talented people waiting for help. I really hope there are a few talented people among them."
After Liu Jin took a look at what was going on, he focused his attention on Zhu Biao, for fear that someone would bump into him. However, after paying attention for a while, he found that although people were coming and going, these people were very measured and faint.
They surrounded Zhu Biao in a circle.
Mao Xiang, who was on the side, saw Liu Jin looking a little nervous and gave him a reassuring look. Naturally, the affairs of the pro-military captain's mansion were absolutely foolproof.
There are many women in gorgeous clothes on the high buildings on both sides of the road. They look at the young scholars passing by with smiles and smiles. From time to time they throw down a handkerchief to the young man they like and then cover their faces with thin round fans, revealing only a pair of
bright eyes.
If the scholars below fled, they would joke and push each other with a smile. Zhu Biao's aura of wealth would naturally attract people's attention. He left several fragrant handkerchiefs in succession, but they were all quickly snatched away by passers-by.
, none of them fell on Zhu Biao,
Zhu Biao raised his head and looked at it, and the women shouted to him: "Come up here, young master, I have a hand-embroidered handkerchief that I want to give to you!"
Zhu Biao smiled at them and then left, ignoring them. They didn't know that they had saved a life.
Song Lian looked at Zhu Biao and said: "Although these places are interesting, they are debilitating, and many young men in brocade have met a miserable end."
Zhu Biao smiled and said: "I know Master Song's intention, I'm just curious."
Song Lian smiled: "It's normal for young people to be curious when they are young. If they are other disciples, I am used to taking them in to have a look and test their minds."
Zhu Biao also smiled. If Song Lian led him in, within half an hour, the palace guards would rush in and kill Song Lian and the women inside.
Zhu Biao and his party finally arrived at the Confucian Temple, which was said to be a temple but was actually a palace complex with bluestone steps, red walls and yellow tiles, and dragon carvings on the walls, all of which were dragons of course.
Entering the Confucian Temple, there was a huge crowd of people inside. Groups of scholars were neatly dressed, and there were many fortune-telling alchemists in the corner. There were several archways erected on the ground, on which were engraved the names of the great masters of all ages and the sages of the literary world.
Zhu Biao was crowded and crowded in front of a large vat, which was filled with water. There were several bowls at the bottom of the vat, with some words of blessing written in them, and many Hongwu Tongbao scattered around.
Zhu Biao looked at it with interest for a few times. Liu Jin on the side quickly took out a few copper coins and handed them to Zhu Biao. Zhu Biao looked at the bowl where his wish came true and threw three coins in a row before throwing it in. On the wide shelf of the large vat
The light refraction on the water surface makes it really difficult to hit the target in one shot.
Then Zhu Biao followed the crowd, had a nice walk around, and offered Confucius a stick of incense. After all, Zhu Biao was planning to make the old man die.
After walking around, Zhu Biao truly felt how much the literati of this era respected the young master, that is, spiritual belief. These would subtly bring blessings to the Kong family, which was not a good thing.
Zhu Biao had a cheerful face, but the fear of the Kong family in his heart was even deeper. Even if his hands were broken and dirty, he still had to defeat the Kong family store.
After paying homage to Confucius, many scholars gathered together and talked and laughed. They were obviously very confident in themselves. Others knelt in front of the statue of Confucius and refused to get up. Even if they were dragged, they were still mumbling something to Confucius.
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Zhu Biao looked at them with his hands behind his hands. There were many small groups in the crowd, but judging from their positions, they were clearly divided into two groups. The southern scholars were friendly with the southern scholars, while the northern scholars only played with their own people.
