"Brother, you were really scared just now. Did you know that when you pulled out the knife just now, if those prison guards had taken the opportunity to make a scene, you and I would never have survived."
After the class was over, the supervisors dispersed in a hurry. Liu Chengfeng and Lao Huo came out of the Chengxin Hall. Lao Huo looked pale and complained to Liu Chengfeng fearfully.
Liu Chengfeng recalled the scene just now and couldn't help but touch his nose and said: "In any case, they are also discussing government affairs, right?"
"No." Lao Huo said seriously: "They are criticizing the current situation, but they did not talk about going to the palace to criticize them, let alone criticize the Minister of War. Even if they criticize the cabinet, they are not talking about us.
What does it have to do with it? We are the emperor's own army, why do we care about so much? To put it harshly, even the scolded Minister of War Ma Wensheng would not jump out. Most of the time he was scolded, he still had to show off with a smile.
With the magnanimity of the minister, why do you think the emperor is not in a hurry to kill the eunuch?"
Liu Chengfeng was speechless by Lao Huo's many truths.
Lao Huo looked at the sky and said: "It's noon. Let's find a place to eat. We have to come early in the afternoon. This afternoon, Mr. Wang Aowang, the Minister of Staff, is going to the Imperial College to give lectures. If we are late, we may have to go there again.
It’s embarrassing.”
Liu Chengfeng is still in the learning stage, and he finds that he has really learned a lot from this old Huo. He is thick-skinned and will ask questions when he doesn't understand. And this old Huo also knows everything, and seems to be quite close to Liu Chengfeng.
Speculation.
Liu Chengfeng thought to himself: This may be the brother in need. This old Huo, a man with such a sharp tongue, stayed alone in the Imperial College, and only had someone to talk to him when he came. It was really pitiful.
Lao Huo led Liu Chengfeng out of the Imperial College and came to a neighborhood near the Imperial College. Lao Huo found a teahouse and seemed to know the waiters here very well. He shouted: "Here are three plates of cakes and a pot of tea.
"
After saying that, the two of them sat down separately. It seemed that they could only eat here at noon today. Liu Chengfeng found that the seats in the tea shop were greasy and there were greasy stars on the table. He couldn't help but feel cold, but he pretended to
As if nothing happened, when the waiter brought the tea, Liu Chengfeng poured it for Lao Huo himself, and then asked: "Just now, I said that Mr. Wang, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, is coming to give lectures. What is the reputation of this man named Wang?"
Speaking of Wang Ao, the Minister of Civil Affairs, Lao Huo looked around first, then lowered his voice and said: "It stands to reason that a Minister is nothing to the Imperial College. It is commonplace in the Imperial College to criticize cabinet ministers. Several ministers of our Hongzhi Dynasty
, from Mr. Li Ge to Mr. Liu Ge, who has not been scolded by them? Only this Lord Wang Aowang, no one is dissatisfied, do you know why? "
Lao Huo could easily pick up allusions to the important figures in the capital. Liu Chengfeng was so impressed by the old guy that he couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
Old Huo's eyebrows were flying and he said: "This Lord Wang Ao Wang has been a child prodigy since he was a child. He has excellent knowledge and is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is said that he only wrote an article when he was sixteen years old, and it was recited in the Imperial College. At that time, Luoyang's paper was expensive and people were famous.
People are proud to copy his articles."
Liu Chengfeng couldn't help but take a deep breath. Not only in this era, but also in later generations, this person is probably quite awesome. Imagine if a composition written by a junior high school student could be copied by students from Tsinghua and Peking University.
, this is no longer as simple as a child prodigy, he is about to become a monster.
Lao Huo continued: "Ten years after arriving in Chenghua, Mr. Wang won the first place in the provincial examination. The next year, he won the first place in the direct examination, "Huiyuan", and the third place in the palace examination.
, became famous all over the world for a while."
After Lao Huo said so much, Liu Chengfeng had an impression of Wang Ao. All in all, Wang Ao was a great person, and he was a very good person.
Lao Huo immediately said with a smile: "Since then, Wang Ao has soared into the sky. At the age of only forty, he has already reached the rank of minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. What's more, he is also a lecturer in the East Palace. This is the mentor of the prince. Today, your majesty only has Zhang.
The Queen had only one wife and no concubines, and Queen Zhang had two sons. The younger one died young. After the son, the only prince in the Ming Dynasty was His Highness the Crown Prince. Sooner or later, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would ascend the throne. As the Prince's mentor, Wang Ao
It was only a matter of time before he entered the pavilion to pay homage to the prime minister. Therefore, not only did no one dare to offend Mr. Wang Ao Wang in the Imperial Academy, but even in the court, several pavilion elders were polite and did not dare to meet him.
Simple."
Liu Chengfeng and Lao Huo had a hasty lunch. When paying the bill, Liu Chengfeng realized that he was short of money. He had just changed into Feiyu clothes and forgot to take out the money that his wife had stuffed in his clothes. He couldn't help but look at him in embarrassment.
Old Huo took a look, but he didn't mind. He chuckled and said, "I'm treating you today."
Liu Chengfeng said: "I'll please pay you back tomorrow."
Lao Huo nodded, and the two of them went out together, and then returned to the Imperial College. The Imperial College seemed deserted, and it was unknown where the prison students had gone. When they arrived at Yimen, Lao Huo wanted to relieve himself and called Liu Chengfeng.
Wait for him here. Liu Chengfeng agreed and waited under the Yimen with Jin Chun Dao in his arms. After a while, a simple sedan came towards him. The sedan landed steadily, but a man bent down and came out.
This man was in his forties, energetic, fair-skinned, and wearing a starched Confucian shirt. However, he happened to have a small tumor on his nose. This small tumor was not actually big, just because it was on the tip of his nose.
, just destroys the beauty of the entire face, making people feel funny when they see it, like a clown about to take the stage.
Liu Chengfeng couldn't help but glance over curiously. When he saw the old Confucian scholar's funny look, he couldn't help but smile and thought to himself: "This man is also unlucky. An ordinary pimple will appear everywhere."
On the tip of the nose.”
The old Confucian scholar came out of the sedan chair and when he heard Liu Chengfeng laughing, his stern face became even more ugly. He stared at Liu Chengfeng with a pair of eyes and whispered to the sedan bearer: "Where did it come from?
Captain? What are you doing standing here doing nothing? Send him away immediately."
After hearing this, the bearer came over arrogantly and shouted: "Get out of the way quickly, don't block my master's way."
In fact, Liu Chengfeng didn't deliberately laugh at the old Confucian scholar, he just couldn't help it for a moment. Seeing that the old Confucian scholar was angry, he felt a little guilty in his heart. However, a bearer came over and shouted, which made Liu Chengfeng angry.
I am full of anger. I have already suffered a lot of looks from others this morning. At this time, even a bearer dares to shout at the captain. Is this okay?
Liu Chengfeng said: "What do I have to do with you standing here? If you want to go there, just take a detour."
The bearer was angry, but when he saw Liu Chengfeng holding the Jinchundao, he did not dare to act rashly. He turned around and trotted back to the old Confucian scholar, whispering a few words to the old Confucian scholar in a low voice. The old Confucian scholar snorted coldly,
He scolded the useless things, then came over to negotiate with him with a cold face, saying: "Which health center are you from? This is an important place for Chinese studies, how can you be allowed to mess around?"
Liu Chengfeng couldn't help but laugh and said: "This is an important place for Chinese studies. You can come, but why can't I come? You can go in in a sedan, but can't I lean here and have a rest?"
The old Confucian scholar must not be very good at words. How can he be compared with Liu Chengfeng, who runs a calligraphy stall at the street and has a sharp tongue? The old Confucian scholar couldn't argue, so his shoulders trembled slightly with anger, and the sarcoma on the tip of his nose suddenly appeared.
It was filled with blood and suddenly turned bright red. Coupled with his fierce look, it looked even more comical.
"I...I am a disciple of a saint, and I received his teachings. Of course I am qualified to come to the Imperial Academy!" the old Confucian scholar said angrily.
Liu Chengfeng felt even more dissatisfied. Is it important to be associated with a saint?
Liu Chengfeng said with a smile: "I used to be a disciple of a saint and received his teachings, but recently I realized that I am the greatest emperor in the world. Now I no longer eat with the saint, but have become a personal soldier of the emperor. Following today's
The emperor is running errands, why? Even the emperor's own troops cannot stand idle here, so can the disciples of the saint be here to give orders? I want to ask you, who is more powerful, the saint or the emperor?"
Liu Chengfeng raised a difficult question and stared at the old Confucian scholar with evil intentions.
The old Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, when he met a guy like Liu Chengfeng, he was speechless for a moment. If you say that the saint is great, it means disrespecting the emperor. If you say that the emperor is great, it is disrespectful.
Admitting that Liu Chengfeng's words were reasonable, he thought about it and had an idea. He simply looked around and said with a sneer: "Are you the only one who has read books about saints?"
Liu Chengfeng has always been a very talkative person, but he still has a bit of a nerd in his heart. People say that he is nice to talk to, but he never wants to argue with others, but if someone says something bad to him, he is so stupid.
He was so angry that he refused to give in. Seeing the contemptuous look on the old Confucian scholar's face, Liu Chengfeng glanced at the old Confucian scholar with the same disdain and said: "I occasionally read some books by saints, but that's all, reading
It’s not a big deal. If you show off how many books you have read, it would be a bit ridiculous.”
This sentence is clearly a metaphor for the old Confucian scholar who relies on his reading to boss around. The old Confucian's face turned red with anger, and he pointed at Liu Chengfeng and said: "Okay, okay, okay, hum, since you said you have read the book, I