It was only after entering the Imperial Academy that I realized that the literary style of the Ming Dynasty was at its peak. The inscriptions on the Guangyi Gate arch made Liu Chengfeng's eyes light up. Sometimes he stopped to observe. Old Huo couldn't help but say: "Don't look around, be careful of being seen."
Liu Chengfeng thought to himself: This is strange. I am a Jin Yiwei and I am here to see others. Am I still afraid of being seen by others?
However, Lao Huo was a newcomer, and Liu Chengfeng was half-pushed and half-pulled in by him. Along the way, he bumped into many supervisors in Confucian shirts and turbans. Naturally, these supervisors all had their nostrils turned upward. Old Huo smiled at them, and they
He didn't even look this way.
Liu Chengfeng couldn't help but get angry and said to Lao Huo: "We don't offend the river, so why do we need to laugh with them? They don't pay attention to us, and we don't pay attention to them either."
Lao Huo's water chestnuts had long been worn to pieces, so he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he said with a smile: "What do you know! Don't hit the smiling people with your hands. Just smile with them today. If there is a collision in the future, you can always block the disaster."
Liu Chengfeng wanted to cry but had no tears. Instead of being a Jin Yiwei, this guy was just a beggar on the street. Lao Huo made Liu Chengfeng's impression of Jin Yiwei change drastically. It was a miracle that a person could reach this level.
In addition to the palaces behind the Yimen Gate, the Imperial College consists of rows of houses. The houses are hidden in the shade of trees, and the breeze is gentle, which is very pleasant. Among the woods, there are round pavilions and square pavilions scattered here and there.
Standing among them, there are always a few people wearing Confucian shirts gathering under the pavilion to ask each other for advice or to have a cup of tea.
Lao Huo gave Liu Chengfeng pointers along the way. It turned out that the majestic hall he had just walked past was called Piyong Hall, where doctors usually gave lectures. Going further inside, there was a place called Jingyi Pavilion, which is equivalent to the teacher's office.
, the Imperial College offers wine, the directors and doctors from various disciplines all work there. The most eye-catching thing about this Jingyi Pavilion is the Holy Edict Stele. On the Holy Edict Stele is a canopy made of colored glaze, with gold-dyed fonts on it.
: "A pure thought", "Saint and solemn" and other epigrams.
When Lao Huo saw this stele, his face became solemn and he said: "This is the calligraphy treasure of the current emperor. The current emperor has no other preferences, but he only likes running script. Take a look, what do these characters look like?"
Liu Chengfeng is an old Jianghu, and he is different from people like Lao Huo who are not well versed in writing. After carefully looking at the words on the Holy Oracle stele, he thought it was very good at first, but at first glance, he felt that there was something missing between the lines, so he immediately
He smiled suddenly and understood. There was a sense of craftsmanship in this imperial calligraphy. It seemed that the emperor's level was probably about the same as his own, and it was nothing special. There was still a bit of a gap between him and those who wrote cursive calligraphy.
Just as he was talking, the sound of banging suddenly rang out. Hearing the sound, the supervisors around him gathered towards Piyong Hall one after another.
Lao Huo said: "The doctor is about to give a lecture. Today he is giving a lecture in the Chengxin Hall of Piyong Hall. We have to go quickly, otherwise we will be late and disturb the lectures of the doctors, and we will be punished."
Liu Chengfeng suddenly realized that if Lao Huo was a prison student, he must be a good prison student.
When the two arrived at the Chengxin Hall of Piyong Hall, there were already three or three supervisors coming in. Lao Huo was familiar with the road, and no one paid attention to them anyway, so Lao Huo directly took Liu Chengfeng to the corner of the Chengxin Hall and found a place to sit on.
Down.
After half a stick of incense, all the supervisors came to attend the lecture. Everyone took their pens and ink and put them on their desks, straightened their backs and listened carefully.
At this time, a doctor in his fifties wearing a simple gown came in from the front door. As soon as his figure appeared, all the supervisors stood up one after another, bowed deeply to the doctor and said, "Students have met Mr. Qin.
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The doctor surnamed Qin nodded calmly, walked slowly to the podium, sat cross-legged on the futon, coughed, and didn't even bother to answer. He only asked about his homework, and then opened a book.
, said slowly and authentically: "What I'm talking about today is: Master said to Yan Yuan: Use it and you will practice it, discard it and you will hide it, but you and I have this husband..."
The prison guards all sat on their knees with bated breath, listening intently.
Lao Huo, who was sitting next to Liu Chengfeng, suddenly lost his energy, seemed to be deflated, and began to feel drowsy.
But Liu Chengfeng actually became energetic at this time. He suddenly discovered that he could actually understand what the doctor named Qin said. He inherited the memory of the dismissed scholar. Liu Chengfeng immediately knew the source of this paragraph. This paragraph
When it came out of "The Analects of Confucius", there was no profound meaning in the words themselves. It was just an ordinary conversation between Confucius and his disciples.
And this Dr. Qin's level is obviously very profound. In just one sentence, he started talking eloquently. First he quoted scriptures and extended its meaning, and then he used this passage with a smile to formulate a topic, allowing the supervisors to use it to solve the problem.
This way of formulating and solving questions made Jiansheng suddenly come alive. He said: "The behavior of a saint is not easy to regulate. Only when you look at it can you talk about it."
After hearing this, Dr. Qin smiled and shook his head, commenting: "The journey of the saint is a good idea, but the words behind it don't make sense."
Another person said: "A saint's way of hiding is just like those who don't need to hide, but just give up and hide."
Dr. Qin thought for a while: "It's okay to solve the problem in this way, but it's just a matter of starting a stock. I'm afraid it will be difficult to win a stock."
When Liu Chengfeng listened to their answers, he found it very interesting and began to rack his brains to think about it. The memory of the dismissed scholar suddenly came back to him, making his thinking suddenly clearer.
Liu Chengfeng pursed his lips and thought in his mind: "If I were to answer, I wonder if I could use the phrase 'the sage should hide his secrets and only show them to those who are able to do so'?"
But of course he wouldn't say it out loud at this time, he was just wondering in his mind whether his answer could be connected.
Although this class only lasted an hour, for Liu Chengfeng, the time passed very quickly, and the time passed by in a blink of an eye. Liu Chengfeng was also idle, listening to the class fascinatedly, and then
After combing through the scholar's memories, I felt a sudden enlightenment.
Now that there was only one more time to burn the incense, the class was about to end. Dr. Qin suddenly threw away the book in his hand, raised his old face, and then said: "The country will be misled by treacherous ministers!"
"I recently heard that Ma Wensheng, the Minister of War, requested an increase in the amount of silver tax for the Jiangnan provinces on the grounds that Datong's border police are not well paid. Huh, it's really ridiculous. This old man, Ma Wensheng, is the Minister of War of Ming Dynasty, not Datong.
The border general has such disregard for the overall situation, and it’s a good thing that he is a censor. In the previous dynasty, because the taxes in the south were heavier, they used the method of converting them into silver taels to reduce them. If we propose to increase them now, I am afraid that the people will be unable to bear the burden. "
After listening to Dr. Qin's discussion, the supervisors all cheered up. The crowd was excited for a while. Some people couldn't help but said: "Ma Wen will not die as he gets older. The older he gets, the more confused he becomes. The raising of soldiers by the imperial court has already added countless burdens to the Jiangnan provinces, and now it has increased even more."
I don’t know what trouble will happen when the two taxes are deducted from the silver!"
"I'm sorry, you are criticizing the imperial court and slandering its officials!" Liu Chengfeng suddenly became nervous. Such a thought flashed through his mind like a frightened lynx. As a royal guard, his instinct immediately made him nervous. People in the imperial court
He doesn't understand the matter, and he doesn't know if it's right to raise taxes. But having said that, he is now eating from Jinyiwei and wearing a saber. He must show a little bit of deterrence, at least behind Liu Chengfeng's people. Whatever you say.
, but in front of others, he so unscrupulously slandered the dignitary Minister of the Ministry of War, which made Liu Chengfeng a little nervous.
"Qiang..." Liu Chengfeng's hand couldn't help but pull open the sword at his waist. When the Jinchun sword came out, it made a buzzing sound, revealing half of the sharp blade.
The noisy classroom was ruined by this discordant sound, and the supervisors who were originally talking about each other couldn't help but look towards Liu Chengfeng and the new sitting detective.
Everyone looked at Liu Chengfeng strangely, and Liu Chengfeng also looked at them strangely.
Liu Chengfeng thought to himself: If they can correct their mistakes after they realize their mistakes, should I show my superiority and just pretend that they didn't hear what they just said?
But the prison guards were all thinking: Is this person... sick?
At this time, the sleepy Lao Huo was also awakened by the sound of the Jinchundao. He couldn't help but cheer up. He looked at Liu Chengfeng first, then at the prison guard, and then he began to tremble like chaff.
He started to tremble, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and then he gently pulled Liu Chengfeng.
Liu Chengfeng had to take a look at Lao Huo, and saw that Lao Huo's face was as pale as paper and he kept shaking his head at him.
Only then did Liu Chengfeng realize that something was not quite right. After thinking about it, Liu Chengfeng put the Jinchun Sword back into its sheath.
When the supervisors saw this scene, they couldn't help but look at him with contempt, and then turned away one after another. Cold sweat was already dripping on Lao Huo's forehead.
A sneer appeared on Dr. Qin's lips, he looked deeply at Liu Chengfeng, and continued to criticize Ma Wensheng, the Minister of War, loudly, as if he was provoking Liu Chengfeng.
Liu Chengfeng couldn't help but was speechless. When he came here, he thought he was a cat and the prison guards were mice, but now he looked like a tiger that had entered a cat's nest and was surrounded by a group of cats.
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