(The moon is fifteen and the moon is sixteen, the blessings from the Southern Dynasty are late! I wish you all a Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day celebration!)
The class process at the Imperial College is actually not much different from that in local academies. It is divided into subjects according to the six arts, and classes are arranged every day. It is just that it is relatively strict, and the level of the Confucius Institute is certainly higher. All the people invited are people who have made achievements in the six arts.
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To put it simply, it is just like in the previous life: those who teach in local schools are ordinary teachers, while those who teach in key colleges are famous teachers.
However, the "Chinese Writing Method" is currently very popular, which has had a fatal impact on the content taught. Many things cannot be elaborated or explained thoroughly, and they are often brushed aside.
In front of the "Chinese Writing Law", few scholars in the world can remain calm. Ordinary students are better off, but some famous Confucian scholars are the most frightened. They are all targeted by the black-shirted guards.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to read this book for long..."
After class, Chen Jianchen took his books and walked out of the courtyard.
"That, that, stop!"
A very unkind voice came from the side.
Turning around, he saw a tall and tall young man walking over, waving a folding fan. Around him, there were a crowd of people like stars holding the moon.
Chen Jianchen glanced at it and continued walking his own way.
Immediately there was a chorus of shouts: "How brave, you dare to leave!"
"Chen Jianchen, didn't you hear Young Master Zhang calling you?"
Chen Jianchen turned around and looked blank: "I didn't hear anyone calling me."
The Third Young Master Zhang sneered: "The bones are really strong. No wonder even Brother Shuliang shrivels in front of you, but I, the Third Young Master Zhang, don't feel the same way."
Chen Jianchen knew the origin of the Third Young Master Zhang. The third son of Zhang Meng, the current Secretary of the Ministry of War, was a recommended student of the Imperial College and had always been domineering in the academy.
Chen Jianchen said calmly: "If the Third Young Master really has nothing to do, I'd better say goodbye."
He cupped his hands and walked away without looking back.
"This... what kind of attitude is this!"
Mr. Zhang almost jumped up and down. Chen Jianchen didn't take him seriously at all. He simply didn't know how high the sky was and said: "Good boy, how dare you be so arrogant, let's see how you die!"
Gritting my teeth.
Ever since I was a child, no one has ever dared to treat me so honestly.
A group of helpers were also a little confused. After all, Mr. Zhang San is also the son of the Minister of War. Who do you think Chen Jianchen is? You don't give him any face. You are really looking for death.
I also thought about the attitude I faced Zheng Shuliang when I was at Kaitai College. I was absolutely gutted. I was stunned. Of course, you don’t have to be servile to the powerful, but you should also be roundabout. Where is this?
A shameless person?
At that time, Zheng Shuliang couldn't let go of his arrogance, but now it's the capital, the domain of dandy, and Chen Jianchen, who has no background or support, still goes his own way, and he doesn't hesitate to offend the bad guys. He definitely doesn't want to go home.
So when they looked at Chen Jianchen's back, their eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.
However, no one thought that in Chen Jianchen's eyes, Master Zhang, for example, was actually dead long ago...
When it comes to the dead, there is no need to compromise.
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In the past few days, the capital has been like the sea, calm on the surface, but turbulent underneath. Bad news from every state in the world is flying into the capital like snowflakes.
But these days, Emperor Zhengming did not go to court, and Lord He Jiehe came to the palace to report the critical memorials face to face:
"Your Majesty, there has been a severe drought in Jizhou for three months, and the people are hungry..."
"Your Majesty, Jiangzhou is flooded, covering thousands of miles. Starving people are everywhere..."
"Your Majesty, there was an earthquake in Haozhou. Countless houses collapsed, and people suffered heavy casualties..."
"Your Majesty, there are bandits rebelling in Zhezhou. The leader is actually Nie Zhiyuan, the former magistrate of Jiangzhou. Together with his daughter Nie Xiaoqian, he raises an army to rebel in the name of 'Qingjun Side'. There are nearly 10,000 troops and they are gradually growing in size. They must be prepared in advance.
Destroy..."
One after another, there was bad news. Mr. He Jie was sweating while reporting it. As the saying goes, accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger. As a minister, you cannot share your worries for the emperor, which will lead to the collapse of the country. If the emperor is unhappy, ministers will
Had to die.
He Jie absolutely did not want to tell the emperor this information from his own mouth. The problem was that Emperor Zhengming did not go to court, but only received him and issued a death order. He must report it truthfully...
"Well, I know, just do whatever you want to do."
Behind the luxurious yellow mantle, Emperor Zhengming's cold voice came. It seemed as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and as if what he was hearing were trivial matters.
"Go down. If anything happens in the future, you must report it to the palace."
"As you command, long live your Majesty!"
He Jie knelt down and bowed out, feeling that his back was wet with sweat. He was wondering again: What is the emperor's attitude?
Totally unreasonable!
There were black lines all over his head. He was the minister who had been with the emperor for the longest time. He thought he had figured out the Sacred Heart, but now he couldn't even touch the door.
Continuing like this is not an option.
He Jie was definitely not a stupid person. On the contrary, he was very smart and very good at complying with the Sacred Heart. For example, the "Character Law" was actually what Emperor Zhengming meant. He was just the person who pushed it to the front.
A series of new policies were actually proposed by the emperor himself.
This group of ministers just followed the wishes of the Holy One. The common people thought that treacherous ministers were in power, and the Holy One was deceived, but in fact they were wronged.
Nowadays, there are many disasters in the world, the people are in dire straits, thieves are like ants, and troubled times have taken shape. There is really no other way except sending troops to suppress it. Unfortunately, the rebel thieves are killing more and more, but it is very difficult to handle.
Suddenly, I remembered Master Ksitigarbha's fortune-telling, and all of them came true. The world now is a scene of surging blood and light everywhere.
The master said that if he wanted to save a person, he would be able to resolve the catastrophe. I don’t know what he has achieved now...
In fact, Mr. He didn't believe too much in this statement, but the matter was critical and the only option was to take a chance on his luck.
As for that person, what kind of person would he be?
Can you take on such an important relationship?
Unable to think of a reason, Mr. He left the Forbidden City with a gloomy face.
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At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, ten miles east of the capital, on an unremarkable hillside in the suburbs, two monks are sitting, one is Monk Mingxiao, who is dressed in white and snowy, and the other is Master Ksitigarbha.
They just sat on the slope, as if they were sitting in the supreme lotus position, motionless.
Suddenly, Master Ksitigarbha looked south, his face tightened, and he said: "Foxiao, it turns out you dragged me here on purpose. Huh, I didn't expect that you would actually collude with people from the Taoist sect. You Buddha
Where is your heart?"
Mingxiao said quietly: "The true Buddha opens the door to convenience, and there is no way to see it."
Swish, swish, brilliance and Taoism, like shooting stars, are the light of magic weapons. They settled one after another and were scattered around, but they were Guanghan Zhenren, Qingyun, Xi Mingfeng from Kunlun, Lu Shidao from Shushan and other four people.
That day they gathered to slay the dragon by the Jianjiang River in Jiangzhou.