The name of the prefect of Qianzhou is Yang Qian. He is a second-class Jinshi in the second year of Tianqi. He is now in his forties and in his prime in officialdom. In the future, he will have the opportunity to join the cabinet and become the prime minister.
He looked at the young champion in front of him with a very ambiguous expression.
He knew about Chen Ping's life experience before he won the No. 1 prize, and he had also thought about whether Chen Ping could win six consecutive No. 1 prizes and set a record of six No. 1 prizes.
But at that time, his attention was only to appreciate the younger generations, but now that Chen Ping is sitting in front of him and is a member of the Hanlin Academy, Yang Qian has a different feeling.
"Your Majesty admires you very much. He also won six yuan. This is a miracle that has never happened since the establishment of the imperial examination. It is nothing to give you the Hanlin Academy to compile."
Yang Qian took a sip of tea and spoke slowly. He observed Chen Ping's expression and saw that Chen Ping was neither humble nor overbearing and answered with his hands, and he made some judgments in his mind.
"I heard that you were lecturing at Jiangxia Academy in Zhengxing Prefecture for several days. If it weren't for trivial matters, I would have gone there to listen to your opinions. I didn't want to miss you, so you came to see me."
"Tell me, what happened?"
Chen Ping had a smile on his face. Yang Qianduan, the prefect of Qianzhou, was an experienced official. Although he didn't know what faction the other party belonged to in the court, judging from the brief conversation so far, he was very calm and sober, and he was a smart man.
Since you are a smart person, it will be easy to handle.
"Does the Prefect know about Huating Academy? It was the academy where Xiaguan first studied. Times have changed, but now it is in disrepair. Over the years, Xiaguan has also found people to try to rebuild the academy, but the government stopped it."
"The magistrate of Yongshun said that he was acting on orders, so the lower official went to find the governor."
Just for this?
Yang Qian remained calm, unfolded the folding fan and fanned himself leisurely, waiting for Chen Ping to continue without saying a word.
Seeing the other party's gesture, Chen Ping had no choice but to speak again: "If the governor feels there is something wrong, just say so. Tell the truth. This subordinate will not forget it. I will report it when I return to Beijing in a few days."< /p>
Yang Qian narrowed his eyes, surprised that Chen Ping's attitude was so determined. How about going to court for the sake of an academy he once attended?
Is it possible that there is a hidden secret here that I don’t know about?
He pondered for a moment and then said after careful consideration: "It's just an academy. As long as we can provide evidence to show that we are not involved with the thieves, it doesn't matter if we re-enroll the students. It's just..."
Chen Ping followed up and said: "As long as the academy restarts enrollment, I would like to have your help!"
Yang Qian was slightly startled, and he understood the meaning of Chen Ping's words. He was a little surprised. It was not that Chen Ping's words were wrong, but that Chen Ping had such understanding when he first entered the officialdom at an age when he had not yet been crowned. It was really shocking. It's amazing.
Thinking of this, Yang Qian couldn't help but look at Chen Ping again. After looking at it, Yang Qian had to admit that this boy really has some means and ability to win the sixth number one prize in a row.
This level of neither arrogance nor arrogance and thoughtfulness is something that ordinary people cannot compare to.
It should be noted that after those scholars who are awarded Jinshi enter the officialdom, it will take at least one or two years, and as many as three to five or even ten years to figure out the ways. Even with family help, it will take a lot of effort to get on the right track.
Chen Ping is different. The identity of the Six Yuan Number One Scholar is already much higher than that of others. If he has such insight, his future achievements cannot be estimated!
"Haha, what are you doing with such a living thing? I have to thank you. Smuggling is rampant in the surrounding states, but Qianzhou is the only one that is out of mud. Is it you who did this?"
Chen Ping did not deny or admit it, but just cupped his hands to express his gratitude.
Then the two of them talked about some miscellaneous matters, and Chen Ping thanked Yang Qian and left the prefect's Yamen.
After returning to the inn under the escort of the government officials, Xie Zhiyuan asked Chen Ping: "How is it, everything is almost settled?"
"How does Governor Yang treat you?"
"That's almost it. This Magistrate Yang is indeed a capable person, but he doesn't know whether the other party is a friend or an enemy."
Chen Ping shook his head and did not feel that he had succeeded. He walked a tightrope back to Qianzhou, and the same was true for meeting Yang Qian. It seemed that he was enjoying great success, but in fact, he fell into an abyss if he was not careful.
Xie Zhiyuan chuckled, raised his head and said proudly: "You kid, don't forget who my father is! The examiner of Tianqi's second year examination is my father! This Yang Qian is still my father's disciple!"
Chen Ping was very surprised when he heard Xie Zhiyuan's words. He did not expect that Yang Qian was Xie Jinan's disciple, so he quickly asked Xie Zhiyuan about Yang Qian's life and personality.
After listening to Xie Zhiyuan's explanation, Chen Ping showed a relieved smile. He had been holding back his feelings and wanted to beg him now!
"Remember, this is you, Chen Ping. The renowned number one scholar Chen Ping owes me, Xie Zhiyuan, a favor. Although we are senior fellow apprentices, we still have to settle accounts openly as brothers!"
"This favor must be returned later!"
Chen Ping rolled his eyes at this aggressive guy, and waved his hand indifferently.
What's not human? What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine. These are good brothers.
"Although Yang Qian is an official of the Chu Party, he may not have any contact with that organization. It seems that the Chu Party is not completely infiltrated or controlled by that organization..."
"This is a bit strange. Is it possible that these officials in the Cheng family are not monolithic? If so, what is the relationship between the Chu Party, the King of Chu, and the organization?"
"..."
Chen Ping pondered in his heart, Nai He knew too little information, and finally decided not to think about it in detail anymore. He would leave all these questions until he returns to Beijing, and then he will be able to see the answer.
The main purpose of returning has been achieved, and the time for returning to Beijing has been prepared. Before this, not only to respond to the vast number of scholars who love classics and historical records, but also to build momentum for himself, Chen Ping began to give lectures at Qianzhou Prefecture School in Zhengxing Prefecture.< /p>
In just one day, thousands of scholars poured into the Prefecture School to listen to the lectures. Among them were many scholars who were stuck in the process of recruiting scholars for a long time and could not make further progress. But the majority were students from the Prefecture and Zhengxing Prefecture. Even county student members from all over the country came after hearing the news.
There were so many people that Chen Ping had to use Gongyuan to give lectures.
Logically speaking, this is not allowed. However, Chen Ping's success as the top six scholar is really impressive. Coupled with the support of Yang Qian, the prefect of Qianzhou, and the influx of students' requests, the Gongyuan, which has always been used as an examination room, has to be opened. , agreed to lend it to Chen Ping to teach and preach.
After lecturing at Jiangxia Academy for several days, Chen Ping has summarized his theoretical thoughts, and now he is even more comfortable in expounding them. After daily lectures, his knowledge has become more sophisticated and his thoughts have been refined.
On the fifth day of the lecture at Zhigongyuan, there were already 2,000 people listening every day. There were also many people outside the Gongyuan who were listening through the wall. This almost covered all the students of some level in Qianzhou.
After all, even listening to Chen Ping's lectures requires a high level of proficiency. Not everyone can understand them. For example, many scholars sweat profusely after listening for an hour or two, and in the end they can only leave in embarrassment.
In addition to the scholars who came to listen, there were also gentry and officials from Qianzhou.
Naturally, they came not to listen to the lectures, but to see Chen Ping's talent and learning ability. Anyone with a discerning eye would know what a huge stir would be caused if a Six-Yuan Number One Scholar entered the court at this time.
What's more, Chen Ping is different from others, and he often makes unexpected moves, such as traveling thousands of miles to Lingzhou to solve the smuggling case before the imperial examination.
On the sixth day of lectures at Zhengxing Mansion, as the evening glow spread across his body, Chen Ping stopped lecturing, stood up and said goodbye to the scholars present.
"It's a long way to the capital. I've been back here for more than a month, and I've been giving lectures for half a month. I hope all students can learn a thing or two from it. I'll say goodbye now and see you next year."
After giving lectures for the sixth day, Chen Ping already had a hint of a great Confucian demeanor. After explaining the reason, he walked down the steps and walked outside the Gongyuan.
And the thousands of scholars who were originally immersed in the study of Confucian classics were all stunned at this moment, and then they all paid homage to Chen Ping.
"Sir, walk slowly!"
After paying homage, some people took the lead to catch up with Chen Ping and followed him all the way. Others saw this and followed suit. In the end, Chen Ping was actually followed by scholars in robes. The scene was so majestic that it was jaw-dropping!
Many years later, "Qianzhou Prefecture Chronicles" recorded: On the fourth day of June in the eighteenth year of the Apocalypse, Chen Ping left Zhengxing Mansion, and thousands of Qianzhou scholars came to see each other off.
Just four chapters today, and a guaranteed four chapters tomorrow.