The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 242: Quiet as a chill (5)

Before the Imperial College, more than a dozen new monuments were erected not long ago. The seal engraved with the Confucian scriptures handwritten by Huangmen Langmen of the Imperial Academy, for scholars and scholars from all over the world to observe and proofread. The capital was a sensation, not to mention the civil servants. It is those old-fashioned clan nobles who do not understand the writing, but also come one after another to show "Chongwen". [Full text reading]

Two middle-aged Confucian scholars rode a carriage to the vicinity of the Memorial Archway of the Imperial College, probably because of the scorching sun. Not many students came here to copy the scriptures, but they were still enough when they squeezed in front of a stone tablet. After waiting for half an hour, the two looked at each other and smiled. Squatting down the monument is a young man with a small case in front of him. His clothes are shabby. I don't know whether it is a scholar from outside the country who came from the place, or a down-and-out scholar who stayed in Beijing after failing the imperial examination and waited for the next ceremony. , Wanting to come to the case, the set of four treasures of the study took him a lot of entanglement. One of the middle-aged Confucian scholars bent over with great interest, admiring the young scholars' hard work at their desks. The young men dipped ink very little each time and wrote very quickly. It is estimated that this is to save money, but the outline is still meticulous. , Very beautiful in block letters.

The bent Confucian nodded slightly, while the fellow Confucian did not look at the monument or anyone. He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and looked at the sky in the distance.

The young scholars have no distractions, occasionally rubbing their wrists with a pen, never looking up, and they didn't find the two senior scholars beside them, but even if the young man looked carefully, they couldn't recognize the identities of the two.

After staring down for a long time, the scholar with a piece of suet jade pendant on his waist finally straightened up, moved gently, and walked behind the young man. The poor man who deliberately or unconsciously washed his clothes and turned white blocked the scorching sun. Expose, and then asked softly: "Mr. Xie, are all here?"

The man known as Mr. Xie is not shocking and endlessly dying, and nodded: "All come, but there are not many who really stand on Xu Fengnian's side. Besides Xu Yanbing, there are also Luoyang and Na in white clothes. Zhu robe woman. Deng Tai A, just want to take advantage of Cao Changqing's own death, meaning, both sides will definitely stop. As for Cao Changqing's trip to Beijing, I probably want to say a few last words to Xu Fengnian, otherwise it will be Cao Changqing's past. How could he enter Beijing quietly because of his temper, so this time I respectfully invite Sheng Gong Yan to come here, it is his majesty's extra effort. With Wu Jian and Chai Qingshan blocking it, plus the three Zhao Gou, Yao Jinhan, even if Xu Fengnian is determined to do a rebellious move , And it’s also difficult. Moreover, Xu Fengnian entered Beijing without authorization this time because of the ban on water transportation. In fact, Tai’an City doesn’t need to be shocked. It’s just a matter of a table and two stools."

The Confucian scholar standing behind the young scholar calmly said: "It seems that Mr. Xie missed His Royal Highness Shu Wang."

Mr. Xie smiled and said: "With Yan Sheng Gong, Xie is too lazy to sloppy."

Contemporary Yan Sheng Gong's eyebrows are full of gloom, it seems a little angry, he calms his mind, and said in a deep voice: "So Mr. Xie hopes that the Northern Liang and the imperial court will be burned, so that the king of Shu, which is assisted by Mr. Shu, can draw chestnuts from the fire?"

Xie Guanying, who was at the top of the list on the land celestial immortal map, smiled, put his palms away, turned his head and looked at the Yan Sheng Gong who is worried about the country and the people. Elite, and Zhao Bing’s southern Xinjiang army is watching, where will it be the turn to take advantage of the fire to rob the King of Shu?"

It seems that knowing that it is not a good thing to completely annoy a Sage Yan, Xie Guanying stopped provoking, and sighed: "There is nothing to hide, the king of Shu went north from Guangling Road to Beijing, I will not agree. Entering the capital This is a place of right and wrong. Assuming that Xu Fengnian is crazy and wants to kill, then you Chen Zhibao is to protect the driver or not? It’s the King of Shu, even if it won’t increase the title of the Great Pillar Kingdom, it’s not helpful. At this time, Lu Shengxiang, Tang Tieshuang and his ilk can be strong, and Chen Zhibao, Gu Jiantang, and Yanchi are the three kings. The praying mantis is still the oriole. There is only a fine line between them. It is obvious that whoever has the better patience will make more profits."

Shenggong Yan frowned.

Xie Guanying laughed softly: "Since the death of Qin, there are only two kinds of people who don’t care about the world’s surname. , It’s earth-shaking, and Yan Sheng Gong is still Yan Sheng Gong. What happened to Longhu Mountain that Sheng Gong did not see? There are not a few purple golden lotus left in the banished lotus given by the gods."

Shenggong Yan said sincerely: "The transition between rise and fall is the general trend, but between the rise and fall, I hope that there will be fewer deaths, especially fewer reading seeds."

Xie Guanying sarcastically said: "That’s why I went to see Cao Changqing on the Guangling River? What's wrong? Did Cao Guanzi listen to Shenggong Yan? Shenggong Yan, Shenggong Yan, scholars are studying, but don’t forget that there is that Herringbone, it’s just a person

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) There are seven emotions and six desires. The immortals in Taoist classics can't achieve real longevity, and scholars can't always do the task of reading. Xun Ping and Zhang Julu put down his books and walked into the temple. One died young and the other was unsafe. There was a scholar named Xuanyuan Jingcheng in Daxueping, Huishan. He was trapped by love and never walked out of Huishan until his death. Cao Changqing was not much better. He has never really walked out of the Western Chu Palace in his entire life. What kind of Confucian sage, or Cao official, is just a matter of chess! "

Shenggong Yan shook his head and said: "Mr. Cao is definitely not what Xie Guanying said is so unbearable."

Xie Guanying, who was called by his name for the first time, was indifferent, and sneered: "A woman who has been dead for so many years can't put it down. How can we talk about invincible ending? Playing chess and chess, and turned herself into a pitiful place on the chessboard. Chess pieces, sliding the world!"

The contemporary sage of the Zhang family looked at this "bowl-handler" who was gazing at the world and shook his head at him.

Xie Guanying left with a big laugh.

Shenggong Yan stood in place and murmured: "Mr. Sir, I am a prophet who is unpredictable about the situation in the world, saving the people from water and fire, and when the country is in crisis, you might as well die first. You Xie Guanying is just a scholar who wants to write history with his own writing. , Just a scholar."

The distinguished Zhang family saint turned around and saw the stone tablets, speechless for a long time. The copyist let out a murky breath, it should be that his wrist was finally sore, and then he realized the shadow and turned his head to look at the strange Confucian standing behind him.

Shenggong Yan smiled at him and asked: "If you don't mind, let me copy a paragraph for you?"

The cold man hesitated for a moment, as if he had made an extremely difficult choice, and finally nodded.

Shenggong Yan rolled up his sleeves, took the pen from the swayed young man, sat cross-legged, and began to write.

The cold man squatted down again, tilted his head and looked at it, feeling relieved. At first glance, this senior's writing is not elegant and well-mannered. Although it does not make people feel craftsmanship, it does not make people shine. He has a clear and immortal spirit, but over time, it gives young people a sense of peace and integrity.

But watching the senior who was sitting in a hurry and wrote more than a hundred words, the young man became a little anxious and reminded him in a low voice: "Sir, can you write a little faster."

Shenggong Yan nodded and smiled: "Okay."

Seeing that he really speeded up his writing, worried that the ink sticks were not enough to support the inscription, the young man quietly relieved, but after the man wrote another two hundred characters, the young man had to cheekily say: "Sir ……"

Shenggong Yan apologized: "I see, hurry up."

As time goes by, the young people start to get anxious again. But there are only three things. He really doesn’t have the skin to talk about this kind-hearted predecessor. It’s just that he managed to occupy the position of copying the inscriptions nearby. Tomorrow he may not be so lucky. There is a night ban in the capital, and only the country near the water tower.

Students from the sub-supervision can make the government open one eye and close the other, and let them pick up the lights to copy books at night. And even if he was shy in his pocket and had the privilege of studying at the Imperial College, he still felt distressed about the money to buy lamp oil, so he could only have a chance to grab a place under the scorching sun.

Although he didn't look up, he seemed to be aware of the young people's anxiety, and the scholar said while writing, "It really can't be any faster."

The young man probably broke the jar, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Sir, no hurry."

And the middle-aged Confucian seems to have climbed up the pole, and said seriously: "Writing and writing, reading and learning are all things for a lifetime, slower and more solid, before you can see the success slowly." /

The young man with numb legs simply sat down on the ground. After hearing the sour-sounding words, he couldn't help but say: "What the sir said."

Yan Shenggong kept his eyes on the pen while writing, he smiled and asked: "Listen to your accent, is it from Beiliang?"

The young man hummed and said softly: "Late born from Youzhou Yanzhi County, I will try to fail."

Shenggong Yan continued to ask: "Why, didn't I go to Mr. Chen Zuo Sanqi or Mr. Shi Yan from Dongyuan Pavilion University? Otherwise, it would be okay to find Mr. Yao, Zuo Jijiu from the Imperial College. They are all big figures from Beiliang, and it is said that they have taken a lot of attention to the scholars of Beiliang."

The young man said frankly: “It’s not that I didn’t think about it, but I can’t enter the gate of the Imperial College. It’s probably even more difficult for the academician residence and Chen Shaobao’s house. People in Beijing say that the prime minister’s concierge is the seventh grade official. Thin people, for fear that they have finally walked more than a dozen miles, and in the end they dare not even knock on the door.

Besides, I have to go back and forth for more than 20 miles, I still don’t

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) If you copy more scriptures. "

Shenggong Yan smiled and said: "I don't seem to be impatient, how?"

The young man said embarrassedly: "I don’t always want to write faster so that you can use less ink sticks. We are no better than you scholars in the capital. We also pay attention to what thick ink and light ink are dry and thirsty, like many are like me. The fellows who study hard in Beilianghan Chuang, write on the bluestone slab with their fingers in water by the stream. They are writing on the ground with a reed pole

The above is written. In winter, in the snow, you can also write with a broomstick. Hey, when it comes to the capital, even if it snows, I live there, and finally there is some snow at the door, so I cleaned it up early in the morning. "

Yan Shenggong smiled heartily, half-truth jokingly said: "You said that there are a lot of people in the capital, so I really want to tell you to be particular, whether it's the general exam or the hall exam afterwards, there is a lot of writing For those who are deeply knowledgeable, like when the Song family and his sons presided over the imperial examination in the early years, articles with equal talents would be ranked higher if they did not write Song typeface. Next time in Chunwei, it is no surprise that Sima Puhua and Zuo Shi Lang Jin, the official book of the Ministry of Rites Lanting is in charge. The words in Sima Shangshu were not used before. After becoming the head of the Ministry of Rites,'naturally' spread widely. Although it is not easy for you to copy, it is not too difficult to remember. Yes, there is nothing wrong with abandoning the use of regular scripts. As for the Jin Saburo, he is arrogant and arrogant, and he does not have the slightest meaning in the matter of words."

The hawkers selling candied haws in the capital dare to say that they have met seven or eight Gongqing Huang Zi, and a Confucian scholar talks kindly. The young man is not surprised. He gratefully said: "The students remembered."

Shenggong Yan nodded and said: "It's not pedantic, it's good. Acid Confucian can't do it."

The young man couldn't help laughing again.

Shenggong Yan suddenly asked: "The last temple examination, it seems that there were no Beiliang scholars?"

The young man gave a hum, without talking too much. Tai'an City knows the inside story well. On the one hand, the Liyang imperial court restricted the number of places for the Beiliang meeting. On the other hand, the last time Chunwei was catching up with the king of the new Liang, he succeeded in hereditary replacement, especially the rejection of the imperial decree. , The right time, the right place and the right people, there is nothing like that.

The young man thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "The five people who went to Beijing together at that time, four of them will all go back in the beginning of the spring this year. The Xiamawei Posthouse will give us the return journey of the Beiliang scholars. So all four of them gave me the remaining money. In fact, their moral essays are no worse than mine."

Yan Shenggong wondered: "Why did you go back? The next time you will try, you will be much better. Even if you don't know this... the five of you have traveled all the way to the capital, why don't you stop fighting? And, Wasn't Beiliang going to fight at the time?"

The young man grinned and said: "That's why I went back."

Shenggong Yan stopped writing, thoughtfully, turned his head and asked: "You take the liberty to ask, how is your Northern Liang King, how is it?"

The young man laughed at himself: "I am a poor scholar. In Beiliang, apart from the two county magistrates in my hometown, I have never seen any high-ranking officials. How dare I say that the prince is good or bad."

Shenggong Yan returned the brush to the Northern Liang Hanshi.

The two changed positions.

The young man did not rush to write this time. He glanced at the stone monument close at hand, then turned his head and said to the Confucian who could not guess his identity: "Sir, do you know how many stone monuments we have erected in Beiliang Tree? Maybe one day, there will be more characters than all the stone tablets of the Imperial College. I stay here, not because I am afraid of life and death, but because I am afraid that there are only Beiliang people like Jinlan Pavilion in the temples of the capital, and I am afraid that the whole Liyang will mistake us for the north. Liang scholars are as unbearable as Jin Lanting! I was sick and weak since I was young~IndoMTL.com~ Going to fight to kill the enemy, I am afraid I can only become the exploits of the Beimang barbarian, but stay here, maybe I can only talk to you today. These, but also maybe one day, even if Beiliang is gone, I can still say this to one hundred and one thousand gentlemen."

Shenggong Yan didn't say anything, stood up, walked a few steps, turned his head and looked at the thin back of the young Beiliang scholar.

The young man who urged the Confucian scholars to write faster twice must have broken his head. There can be several or even dozens of emperors in the world at the same time, but since 800 years, even a thousand years later, Zhang The sage of the family descended from the sage, passed down from generation to generation, and there is only one person in this world.

At this time, the young man who was concentrating on copying books did not notice that thousands of students had gathered at the gate of the Imperial College. They were all dumbfounded and watched him chatting with the "unknown" scholar.

Under the restraint of a large group of officials in the Imperial College, no one dared to cross the thunder pond and out of the gate to disturb Sheng Gong.

On this day, Diansheng Shenggong left the capital.

(End of this chapter)

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