It snowed heavily, and a thick layer of silver accumulated on the mountain behind the academy.
In Nuan Pavilion, a teenage boy was taking the exam from professor Qi Shunbin.
"The Master said that if you are above the middle person, you can speak to the superior. If you are below the middle person, you cannot speak to the superior."
"What's the meaning of this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome young man with red lips and white teeth spoke bluntly, almost without thinking.
"The first teacher is teaching future generations that no matter what they do, they need to adapt to the current conditions. You can't just study, you must make the best use of the situation."
"good!"
Qi Shunbin smiled and nodded, secretly applauding.
He is worthy of being a well-known child prodigy. Zhang Fangping has already mastered the Analects of Confucius.
Qi Shunbin was the son of Qi Lun and the grandson of Qi Tongwen. In the fifth year of Tianxi, Qi Lun died of illness. According to the rules, Qi Shunbin should observe filial piety for his father.
Of course, observing filial piety does not mean that you can't do anything. Activities such as giving guidance to younger generations or teaching are basically not taboo.
The person who took the examination was named Zhang and Fangping. He was a native of Yingtian and entered Yingtian Academy when he was thirteen.
Zhang Fangping is extremely intelligent and has a photographic memory of almost all the books he has read. He can memorize the contents of the book only once or twice.
The same goes for writing articles. Although he is only sixteen years old, in terms of speed, he is definitely the fastest gun in the Song Dynasty.
He is a well-known quick shooter. When writing an article of about a thousand words, he does not need to stop and think at all. He can basically write it in one go.
It's a pity that Zhang Fangping's background is not very good, and his family background is not very good. The winter coat he is wearing now was given to him by Qi Shunbin.
Scholars must always pay attention to their appearance. Young people grow up quickly, and a winter coat is not cheap.
Zhang Fangping cannot change into new clothes every year like those kids from rich families.
Three years of new life, three years of old life, and another three years of mending are the norm.
Qi Shunbin was a man who cherished his talents. Seeing Zhang Fangping in such embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel pity for him.
After the last round of school examinations, Qi Shunbin pointed to the heater in front of him and motioned for Zhang Fangping to come closer.
"Fang Ping, sit down."
"Thank you, sir."
Zhang Fangping bowed respectfully, then sat down close to him.
"In recent days, there has been a lot of noise in the academy. Has it affected you?"
Qi Shunbin, who was in mourning period, rarely appeared in the outside world, and his activities were limited to the back mountain area.
He would not go out unless necessary.
But when he didn't go out, others came to look for him.
Especially in recent times, more and more people have come to visit the academy, including even retainers of the consul.
If he didn't happen to be in mourning, Qi Shunbin would not have the right to refuse.
One drink and one peck, it is truly a wonder.
"Alright."
When answering, Zhang Fangping's expression seemed a little awkward, and even his eyes were somewhat evasive.
There is definitely an impact!
Most of the people who visited Yingtian Academy recently had the same purpose.
Examine the academy’s operating system!
Among the four major academies, Yingtian Academy is the closest to Beijing. In terms of geographical location, the other three academies cannot compare with Yingtian Academy.
"A gentleman cannot cultivate his heart without being sincere."
Qi Shunbin waited for Zhang Fangping and said, "However, since there are reasons for everything, I won't punish you this time."
"Why don't you explain it to the teacher?"
Zhang Fangping's face suddenly turned red when his husband said it, and then he quickly stood up and said with shame.
"Sir, Fang Ping accepts the punishment."
"sit down."
Qi Shunbin waved his hand: "I said forget it. Sit down and tell me about the recent changes in the academy."
"Yes, sir."
Zhang Fangping put on a bitter look and slowly explained the changes in the hospital.
"Sir, do you remember Senior Fan?"
There are many students in Yingtian Academy, among whom there are dozens of people with the surname Fan from the past to the present. But when Zhang Fangping mentioned "Senior Fan", Qi Shunbin immediately thought of Fan Zhongyan.
"You're talking about Fan Xiwen, right?"
"yes."
Zhang Fangping said with hope: "A few days ago, Senior Fan's edict suddenly became popular throughout the capital, with some people scolding it and some praising it."
'I don't know when I will be able to become famous all over the world like Senior Fan.'
Although Fan Zhongyan was mostly reviled in Beijing, to use a later saying, black is red, it is also red.
Today, Zhang Fangping is just a somewhat gifted scholar.
Except for the fact that he has some reputation in the three-thirds of an acre of Yingtian Mansion, once he leaves Yingtian Mansion, he is just a little transparent.
Although Zhang Fangping had already had many thoughts in his mind, the association was Lenovo and it did not affect his narration.
What a genius.
There's always something special about it, and it's nothing if you can do two things at once.
On the other side, Qi Shunbin couldn't help but feel a little sad when he heard about Fan Zhongyan's situation.
Fan Xiwen, Fan Xiwen, is still the same.
The head is too strong!
If you make suggestions, just make suggestions. There is no need to add "书同文".
As the direct grandson of Qi Tongwen, Qi Shunbin knew his grandfather's ambitions very well. When he was young, he grew up with his grandfather.
His first teacher was his grandfather.
No one knows better than him why grandpa changed his name to Tongwen.
As he thought about it, Qi Shunbin felt a little ashamed again.
He is not as good as Fan Xiwen, he is much better.
Obviously he is the direct descendant of the Qi family, but he is not as free and easy as Fan Xiwen, and not as daring to be the first in the world.
'Perhaps Fan Xiwen is the most orthodox successor of my great father (grandfather).'
After a while, Zhang Fangping finished talking about the recent events in the academy, and then he patiently waited for his teacher's teachings.
But I waited and waited, but still couldn't wait.
After a while, he raised his head slightly and took a quick peek at Qi Shunbin.
'Huh?'
'Sir, he seems to be in a daze?'
Indeed, Qi Shunbin was in a daze now. After being ashamed, he had the idea of "should not lag behind others".
Fan Xiwen is cheering for the 'eldest father'. As a descendant of the Qi family, how can he deal with it safely?
At least, you have to help Fan Xiwen, right?
Although Fan Xiwen's ancestors were wealthy, their family fortunes had already fallen into decline. When it came to his generation, they were even more depressed.
Otherwise, Fan Xiwen would not have been named "Zhu Shuo" when he was admitted to the hospital.
Even the surname has been changed, which shows Fan's embarrassment.
Thinking of this, Qi Shunbin felt that he should not continue to escape.
As a descendant of the Qi family, how could he let Fan Xiwen fight alone?
He should also bear the burden of this infamy.
The Qi family cannot stand idly by!
Regardless of fame or profit, if you can give it up, give it up.
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Two days later.
Visitors to Yingtian Academy suddenly discovered that Qi Shunbin, who was mourning in the back mountain, seemed to have changed his attitude.
Before, Qi Shunbin saw no one, and seemed to have the attitude of "protecting oneself wisely".
And now, although I can't say I'm meeting everyone, at least I'm starting to meet people.