Ling Yan walked out of the seventh princess's sedan chair as if he were so badly beaten.
Smiling, like a big boy next door, but everyone present had the urge to rush up and strangle him.
Moreover, Ling Yan also shook his body contrivedly, swaying and walking.
He said shamelessly, "The princess's sedan chair is not easy to sit on, but it is really shaky!"
"Ling Yan, believe it or not, Princess Ben slashed you with a sword."
Seeing that Ling Yan was so shapeless, Zhao Muchun said with a red face.
Moreover, the female guard really pulled out a sword and sent it to Zhao Muchun.
"The fourth division of the Heavenly Prison Division ordered Ling Yan to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Zhao Muchun smiled and asked the guards to put away their swords, then turned to face everyone and continued: "It's too late for us today, I'm really sorry.
Let's get started. ” The princess spoke, and naturally no one objected.
But when the people present looked at Ling Yan, their eyes were still very wrong.
Although there is news that Ling Yan and the Seventh Princess's marriage contract will be announced in a few days.
But now that the two are so close, especially when all the people present are scholars, they naturally think it's a bit rude.
However, everyone didn't say much, whether it was Ling Yan or Zhao Muchun, their identities were too special.
One used to be a prince, and the other was a princess.
"Ling Yan, you, the second ancestor, why did you get the favor of Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Just because no one said anything on the surface doesn't mean that someone doesn't have it in private, Yan Ji looked at Ling Yan with a lot of resentment in his eyes at this time.
Ling Yan naturally sensed the abnormality when he passed by Yan Ji, and he also noticed Yan Ji's eyes, but he didn't care.
Sometimes no matter how hard ordinary people try, they really can't compare to people who are born with great advantages.
Any talent at these monthly meetings, no matter how much they are appreciated, is nothing more than that of themselves.
Yan Ji naturally felt the disregard for himself by the noble boy in front of him, and he was very unwilling, but the flame was never extinguished in his eyes.
This time, although Zhao Muchun is a princess, this is a monthly meeting, since His Majesty ordered Duan Ping and the scholars of literature to organize the two of them.
Duan Ping's face was very calm, although everyone knew that there was a bloody conflict between the Heavenly Supervisor and the Prime Minister's Mansion yesterday, and everyone with a discerning eye knew that it was His Majesty's hand that signaled the Heavenly Supervisor to move.
Therefore, everyone admired Duan Ping for being able to be as calm as water here, as if nothing had happened.
Ling Yan naturally did not have any contempt for the prime minister, and to be able to sit in the current position, the depth of the city government was naturally not easy to measure.
"Ladies and gentlemen, students.
This time, naturally, as in previous years, I was literate.
Duan Ping said softly to everyone.
Some of you have attended the monthly meeting and should know how to read.
But I have to say it again, after all, there are still some people who don't know. ” From ancient times to the present, history has been recorded in writing, and many stories and legends that have been praised by the world can be seen in words.
Whether it is an inscription carved by the people or an imperial document annihilated in history, it is inseparable from words.
Over the course of countless years, the text has never been the same.
The writings of the previous dynasty were all destroyed because of a catastrophe, and that history is like a blank.
Each country has its own changed script during the vassal states.
There are many more words that we don't know about in the distant past.
The first emperor of our dynasty once said that those who have a lasting country will taste the cause of the country's demise and the policy of rejuvenating the country.
How did these come about?
Naturally, it comes from countless historical lessons of the past.
We extract the strategies of our ancestors from the words of the past, take the essence of them, and discard the dross.
But all kinds of words that used to be used are no longer used, so most of them have disappeared.
For the sake of the inheritance of the written word, those of us who have read poetry and books must shoulder this responsibility, read those words, absorb the meaningful words in them, and lay the hardest foundation for the future of Taisho.
This scene is Duan Ping's monologue.
After he finished speaking, a guard carried a red cloth covering it, about three feet in length and width, and fell in front of the students.
"Twenty years ago, when there was a flood in Gangnam Province, heavy rain washed it into the village.
After the disaster, the villagers sent it to the capital.
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Uncover it. ” The red cloth is uncovered, a stone tablet full of traces of time is impressive, some inscriptions can be faintly seen on the tablet, and the back of it is engraved with the picture of the giant python swallowing the Xuanwu, which is very imposing.
In the following time, one by one the students stepped forward and gently stroked the words on the stele.
These characters have long since lost many strokes over the years, and they are not any of the characters known to Taisho at present.
Because the picture of the basalt python behind it is of great significance, it has been preserved.
"Scholar, do you say that someone can guess these words this time" Duan Ping used a guess, after all, such a text is too old, maybe it is more than the previous dynasty text, but no one is sure.
It took the best of the Empire years to figure out the meaning.
"It's hard to say, since ancient times, words hurt the most.
However, there are a lot of talented people at this monthly meeting, and they should be able to guess a little bit of fur. ” When it was Yan Ji's turn, he seemed confident when he walked towards the stone monument, and his brows did not furrow.
He also stroked the veins of the inscription with his hand and gently crossed it.
His mind recounted the countless ancient books he had read, searching for any of them that were similar to the script.
When his time was up, Yan Ji seemed to have an answer, and he bowed his head and smiled at the Prime Minister in the distance before retreating into the crowd.
"This is a good set.
In the past, I occasionally heard people talk about this good scholar in Beijing.
He also spoke for the people. ” "Not bad, indeed."
After covering the qin, it was Zhao Muchun, but Zhao Muchun waved his hand and said: "I have seen this stone tablet many times in the palace in the past, and I also know the detailed explanation.
That's why I won't participate this time, I'll wait for the next time. ” "In that case, the next Xie Huahua."
Xie Huahua came again, as always, out of tune, he shouted to the seventh princess who had just left: "Hello, sister-in-law."
I'm a worry-free little brother, sister-in-law, you can't beat my brother-in-law in the future. ” Then, Xie Huahua flew out of a zhang away without a doubt, and landed with a bang, followed by Xie Huahua's ghost shout.
Of course, this is also the reason for Zhao Muchun's mercy.
In terms of strength, Zhao Muchun is the first person of the younger generation of Tazheng Kingdom.
Even Ling Yan is not much of her opponent now.
"It's really nonsense, what kind of system."
The scholar of literature blew his beard and glared again, and almost couldn't help but lose his temper and rushed up to beat this boy who didn't know what to do.
Xie Huahua naturally didn't get beaten, but it wasn't comfortable, and his butt hurt all the time from the kick just now.
He cast a pitiful glance at Ling Yan, who shrugged his shoulders.
Dude, I can't beat her.
Xie Huahua, who had lost his temper, rushed in front of the inscription, touched it randomly, and at the same time didn't know what kind of chaotic bird language was in his mouth.
The entire inscription is under his clutches from top to bottom, and his movements are like touching a woman with white flowers.
Let everyone present be stunned.
Someone gave Ling Yan a look, and they wondered if the two sons were often together like this.
Zhao Muchun suddenly stared at Ling Yan pitifully, and Ling Yan's head was big for a while.
"I don't like men.
And any of you who has seen me so shameless at once.
Ling Yan was anxious, this was a matter of a man's dignity, how could he not refute it.
It's just that his fierce reaction made everyone sigh.
"Xie Huahua, get back for me.
Ling Yan, it's your turn!"