Two middle-aged Confucian scholars successively took a carriage to the vicinity of the archway of the State Prison, probably because of the scorching sun, there are not many people who come here to copy the scriptures, but when the two of them squeeze in front of a stone tablet, they still waited for half an hour, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
Under the monument, there was a young man with a small desk in front of him, his clothes were shabby, and he didn't know whether he was a scholar from other places who came from the local area, or a down-and-out man who stayed in Beijing after failing the imperial examination and waited for the next spring festival of the Ministry of Rites.
One of the middle-aged Confucian scholars bent down with great interest to admire the young scholar's hard work, the young man dipped in ink every time, and the pen was fast, probably to save money, but the sketch was still meticulous, very beautiful hand.
The bent Confucian nodded slightly, while his companion Confucian did not look at the monument or the person, stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, and looked at the sky in the distance.
The young scholar had no distractions, occasionally put down his pen and rubbed his wrist, never looked up, and did not find the two senior scholars beside him, but even if the young man looked carefully, he could not recognize the identities of the two.
After staring down for a long time, the Confucian scholar who hung a piece of mutton fat jade pendant on his waist finally straightened his waist, moved slightly, and walked behind the young man.
The man known as Mr.
Xie was speechless, nodded and said: "It's all here, but there are not many people who really stand on Xu Fengnian's side, except for Xu Yanbing, there are also white-clothed Luoyang and the girl in the red robe."
Deng A, I just want to take advantage of Cao Changqing's own death, the meaning of the meaning, the two sides must stop at the point.
As for Cao Changqing's visit to Beijing, he probably wanted to say a few last words to Xu Fengnian, otherwise with Cao Changqing's temper in the past, where would he quietly enter Beijing, so this time he respectfully invited Yan Shenggong to come here, which is an extra move by His Majesty.
With Wu Jian and Chai Qingshan blocking it, plus Yao Jin and Zhao Gou, even if Xu Fengnian was determined to make a rebellious move, it would be difficult.
Moreover, Xu Fengnian entered Beijing without permission this time, because he came to open the ban on Caoyun, in fact, there is no need to be surprised in Ancheng, a table and two stools can be finished talking. ” The Confucian scholar standing behind the young man said calmly: "It seems that Mr.
Xie said that His Royal Highness the King of Shu was missing. ” Mr.
Xie smiled and said, "With Yan Shenggong, Xie is too lazy to be sloppy. ” The eyebrows of the contemporary Yan Shenggong were full of gloom, and he seemed to be a little angry, stabilized his mind, and said in a deep voice: "Mr.
Xie just hopes that Beiliang and the imperial court will be burned, so that the king of Shu assisted by Mr. will be in the fire."
Xie Guanying, who was at the top of the list on that picture, laughed at it, put away his palm, and turned his head to look at this Yan Shenggong who was worried about the country and the people, "There is a loyal Gu Jiantang who holds hundreds of thousands of taels of Liao elites, and Zhao Bing's southern Xinjiang army is eyeing him, where is the turn of the King of Shu to take advantage of the fire to rob."
It is not a good thing to completely annoy a Yan Shenggong, Xie Guanying no longer spoke provocatively, sighed and said: "I can't hide it, the King of Shu went north from Guangling Road to Beijing, and I didn't agree."
Entering the capital, this is a place of wrong, assuming that Xu Fengnian is crazy and wants to kill, then you are escorting or not escorting and standing by, and afterwards it will be spread out that the world is chilling, and it will not do any good to block it, even the military department has been the book early, and now it is the king of Shu, even if you get the title of a big pillar country that will not increase a soldier, it will not be beneficial At this time, Lu Shengxiang Tang Tieshuang and others can come out strongly, Chen Zhibao Gu Jiantang Yan Wang this, is a cicada or a praying mantis or a yellow finch, only a line away, it is obvious, who is more patient, Who profites more. ” Yan Sheng Gong frowned.
Xie Guanying laughed softly: "Since the fall of the Great Qin, there are only two kinds of people in the world who don't care about who the surname is, the first is the old surname who can only resign himself to fate anyway, and the second is the surname Zhang in the Yansheng Mansion, which has turned the world upside down, and the Yan Shenggong is still the Yan Shenggong."
What happened to Longhu Mountain, Yan Shenggong didn't see the immortal lotus given by the heavens, and now there are no purple golden lotus left. ” Yan Shenggong said with heartfelt emotion: "The alternation of rise and fall is the trend of the times, but between rise and fall, I hope to be able to die less, especially some kinds of reading." ” Xie Guanying said with a slight sneer: "That's why I went to see Cao Changqing on the Guangling River, what about Cao Guan, did Cao Guan listen to Yan Shenggong, Yan Shenggong, Yan Shenggong, a scholar is a scholar, but don't forget that there is also that person, it is a person."
This chapter is not finished, please turn the page There are seven emotions and six desires, the immortals in the Taoist classics cannot achieve true immortality, and the reader cannot always do one thing to read.
Xunping Zhang Julu put down his books and walked into the temple, one died young, one was not guaranteed, there was a scholar named Xuanyuan Jingcheng in Daxueping, Huishan, trapped by love, he didn't go out of a Huishan until he died, Cao Changqing was no better, he never really walked out of the Xichu Palace in his life, what Cao Guan, but just a chess edict" Yan Shenggong shook his head and said, "Mr.
Cao is definitely not as unbearable as you Xie Guanying said. ” 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 let go, how can she talk about playing chess and playing chess at the end, and as a result, she played chess on the chessboard, which is a big joke in the world."
The contemporary sage of the Zhang family looked at this "bowl man" who looked down on the world's scholars and shook his head at him.
Xie Guanying laughed and left.
Yan Shenggong stood in place and muttered: "Sir, I am a prophet of the unpredictable situation in the world, save the people from fire and water, and when the national disaster is at hand, you might as well die first."
You Xie Guan should just be a scholar who wants to write history by himself, a scholar. ” The illustrious sage of the Zhang family turned around and was speechless for a long time when he saw the stone tablets.
The scribe let out a muddy breath, presumably his wrist finally couldn't hold the sour, and then he realized the shadow, and turned his head to look at the strange Confucian standing behind him.
Yan Sheng Gong smiled at him and asked, "If you don't mind, I'll copy a paragraph for you."
The Han Shi hesitated for a moment, as if he had made a difficult choice, and finally nodded.
Yan Sheng Gong rolled up his sleeves, took the pen from the young man who shook up, sat cross-legged, and began to put down the pen.
Han Shi squatted down again, tilted his head to look, relieved, this senior's words are not elegant at first glance, and the rules are decent, although it does not make people feel ingenious, but there is nothing to make people shine with a sense of tranquility, but over time, it makes the young man float a sense of neutrality and peace.
But seeing that the senior who was sitting in a precarious position wrote the rest of the words without hurry, the young man was a little anxious, and reminded in a low voice: "Sir, can you write a little faster." ” Yan Shenggong nodded and smiled, "Okay." ” Seeing that he really put down the pen quickly, the young man who was very worried that the ink ingot was not enough to support the stele and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but after the man wrote two more words, the young man had to be cheeky and said, "Sir" Yan Sheng Gong apologized: "Got it, hurry up." ” As time went on, the young people began to get anxious again.
But the thing, he really didn't have the cheekiness to talk about this kind senior reader, but he finally managed to occupy the position of the nearby copying tablet today, and he may not be so lucky tomorrow, there is a night ban in the capital, and there is only a country near the water prisons, so that the government can turn a blind eye, and they can copy books at night.
And even if he was lucky enough to ask for the state prison, he was really sorry for the money to buy lamp oil, so he could only have a chance to seize a place under the scorching sun.
Although he didn't look up, he seemed to sense the young man's anxiety, and the Confucian said as he put down his pen: "I really can't go any faster." ” The young man probably broke the can, gritted his teeth, and said with a smile: "Sir, don't worry. ” And the middle-aged Confucian seemed to climb up the pole, and said seriously: "Writing, reading, and asking questions are all things of the same generation, slow down, and more solid, so that you can slowly see success." ” The young man with numb legs simply sat on the ground, and after hearing the rather sour words, he couldn't help but laugh: "What Mr. said is true." ” While Yan Shenggong kept his eyes on writing with a pen, he asked with a smile: "Listen to your accent, it's the Beiliang people's clan."
The young man hummed and said softly: "The late student is from Youzhou Rouge County, and he will fail to be selected." ” Yan Shenggong continued to ask: "Why, I didn't go to Lord Chen, the regular attendant of the Zuo Scattered Cavalry, or Lord Yan, the Great Priest of the Dongyuan Pavilion, or else I would have found Lord Yao, the left priest of the State Eunuch."
These people are all big names from Beiliang, and it is said that they have a lot of care for Beiliangshi. ” The young man said frankly: "It's not that I haven't thought about it, it's just that I can't enter the gate of the state prison."
And the door of the Dashi Mansion and Chen Shaobao's house, it is estimated that it is more difficult, people in the capital say that the prime minister's concierge has seven officials, and I am a thin-skinned person, for fear that I will finally walk more than ten miles, and in the end I don't even dare to knock on the door.
Besides, I haven't worked for more than 20 miles back and forth This chapter is not finished, please turn the page and copy more scriptures. ” Yan Shenggong smiled and said, "Listening to what you said, it doesn't look like an impatient person, what?"
The young man was embarrassed: "Don't you always think that if you write faster, you can use less ink ingots."
We are not better than you people who read in the capital, and we also pay attention to what thick ink and light ink dry pen thirsty pen, like many fellow villagers who study hard in the cold window of Beiliang like me, write on the bluestone slab with their fingers dipped in water by the stream, is to write.
Use reed poles on the ground It is written, and in the winter in the heavy snow, it can also be written with a broom.
Hey, when I arrived in the capital, even if it was snowing, where I lived, there was finally some snow at the door, and every household was cleaned early in the morning. ” Yan Sheng Guild smiled, half-truths and half-truths quipped: "You said that people in the capital pay a lot of attention, then I really want to tell you to pay attention, whether it is the examination or the palace examination later, there is a deep question about what words to write, like when the Song family's father presided over the imperial examination in the early years, the chapter of the same talent, whether the Song character is written or not, the ranking will be high."
The next spring festival, no accident is the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Sima Puhua and the Ministry of Rites Zuo Lang Jin Lanting is responsible, among which Sima Shangshu's words, no one cared about before, after becoming the chief official of the Ministry of Rites, it will naturally spread more widely, although it is not easy for you to copy, but it is not difficult, remember that it is not a big mistake to abandon the Kai line.
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As for that Jin Lang, he was arrogant and arrogant, and he did what he liked in the matter of words, and he didn't mean anything. ” The vendors selling sugar gourds in the capital dared to say that they had seen seven or eight Huang Zi Gongqing, and a Confucian scholar talked kindly, and the young man was not surprised, and he said gratefully: "Sheng, remember." ” Yan Shenggong nodded and said, "It's not pedantic, it's good."
Sour people can't do it. ” The young man couldn't help but laugh again.
Yan Shenggong suddenly asked: "Last time in the palace test, it seems that there was no Northern Liangshi" The young man snorted, not talking.
What the inside story is, Ancheng knows it.
The Liyang Imperial Court limited the number of places in the Beiliang Examination on the one hand, and on the other hand, the last time Chunyu was catching up with the success of the new Liang King hereditary replacement, especially the refusal to accept the holy decree and the imperial court was very stiff, and the Northern Liangshi wanted to get ahead, and the time and place were favorable, and there was no same.
The young man thought for a while and said with a wry smile: "The five people who entered Beijing together at that time, four of them will go back in the spring of this year, and the Weiyi Pavilion will give us the return of the Beiliang Luodi Shi, so the four of them have given me the rest of the money, in fact, their moral seal is no worse than mine." ” Yan Shenggong wondered: "Why go back to the next meeting, you will be much smoother."
Even if you don't know this, the five of you have come all the way to the capital, why don't you stop fighting and don't Bei Liang was about to fight at that time?"
The young man grinned and said, "That's why I went back." ” Yan Shenggong stopped his pen, thoughtfully, turned his head and asked, "I take the liberty of asking, how is your King of Beiliang?"
The young man laughed at himself: "I am a poor scholar, except for two hometown county commanders in Beiliang, I have never seen any high-ranking officials, how dare I care about the good or bad of the beaked prince." ” Yan Shenggong returned the brush to the Northern Liang Hanshi.
The two switched places.
The young man did not rush to put down his pen this time, glanced at the stone tablet that was close at hand, and then turned his head to the Confucian who couldn't guess his identity and said, "Sir, do you know how many stone tablets we have erected in Beiliangshu, maybe one day, there will be more words than all the stone tablets in the state prison."
I stayed here, not because I was greedy for life and afraid of death, but because I was afraid that there were only Beiliang people like Jin Lanting in the temples of the capital, and I was afraid that the entire Liyang would mistakenly think that we Beiliang scholars would be as weak and sick as Jin Lanting. ” Yan Shenggong didn't say anything more, stood up, and after taking a few steps, he turned his head to look at the emaciation of the young Bei Liang Shi.
This young man who urged the Confucian to write faster twice must have broken his head and never imagined that there could be several or even more than a dozen emperors in the world at the same time, but in the past eight years, and even thousands of years later, the sage of the Zhang family, Yan Shenggong, has been passed down from generation to generation, and there is only one person in the world.
At this time, the young man who was concentrating on copying books did not notice that thousands of people had gathered at the gate of the state prison, and they were all dumbfounded and watching his small talk with the "unknown" Confucian scholar.
Under the restraint of a large group of officials in the state prison, no one dared to cross the Lei Chi and step out of the gate to disturb the Holy Father.
On this day, the contemporary Yan Sheng Gong left the capital.
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