(The moon is fifteen and the moon is sixteen round, and 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. Classes are divided into six arts and arranged every day. It's just that it's a lot more strict, and the Master's level is certainly a bit higher, and the people he invites are all people who have made achievements in the six arts.
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 current "Text Law" is popular, which has caused a fatal impact on the content of the professor. Many things cannot be expanded.
¡°Few scholars in the world can remain calm in front of the "Law of Writing". Ordinary students were better off, but some famous Confucian students were the most frightened. They were 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.
"Chen Jianchen, didn't you hear Young Master Zhang calling you?"
Chen Jianchen turned around and said blankly: "I didn't hear anyone calling me."
The Third Young Master Zhang sneered: "The bones are really hard. 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 the current Minister of War, Zhang Meng, was a recommended student of the Imperial College and had always been domineering in the academy.
Chen Jianchen said calmly: "If there is really nothing wrong with you, Third Young Master, I'd better say goodbye."
He cupped his hands and walked away without looking back.
"Thiswhat kind of attitude is this!"
Mr. Zhang almost jumped up. Chen Jianchen didn't take himself seriously at all. I simply don¡¯t know how high the sky is and how high it is: ¡°Good boy, how dare you be so arrogant, let¡¯s see how you die!¡±
Gritting my teeth.
Since childhood, 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? If you don't give me any face, you are really looking for death.
Thinking about the attitude towards Zheng Shuliang when he was at Kaitai College, I was absolutely gutted. I was simply stunned - although you don't have to be servile to the powerful, you should also be roundabout. How can you be so arrogant?
¡°At that time, Zheng Shuliang couldn¡¯t let go of his arrogance, but now it¡¯s the capital, a turf¡¯s territory, 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. Look at Chen Jianchen's back. Their eyes were as if they were looking at a dead person.
"However, no one thought that in Chen Jianchen's eyes, people like Mr. Zhang San were actually dead long ago
For 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. All the state capitals in the world. Pieces of bad news flew into the capital like snowflakes.
In the past few 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 was a severe drought in Jizhou for three months, and the people were 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 troops to rebel in the name of 'Qingjun Side'. There are nearly 10,000 troops and they have gradually grown in size. They must be prepared in advance. Destroy"
One after another, there is bad news. Master He Jie is 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, the minister will have to die.
He Jie absolutely did not want to tell the emperor this information from his own mouth. The problem is that Emperor Zhengming did not go to court. He only received him and issued a death order. He must report the truth
"Well, I understand, just do whatever you want to do."
Behind the luxurious Huang Manbu, Emperor Zhengming's cold voice came. As if the matter has nothing to do with oneself, and as if everythingEverything is as trivial as sesame seeds and mung beans.
"Go down. If anything happens in the future, you must go to the palace to report it."
"As you command, long live the emperor!"
He Jie knelt down and bowed out, feeling that his back was wet with sweat, and he was wondering again: What is the attitude of the emperor?
It¡¯s completely unreasonable!
There are black lines all over his head. He is the minister who has been with the emperor for the longest time. He thought he had figured out the Sacred Heart, but now he can't even touch the door.
? ? Continuing like this is not an option.
He Jie is definitely not a stupid person. On the contrary, he is very smart and very good at complying with the Sacred Heart. For example, the "Character Law" is actually what Emperor Zhengming meant. He is just the person who pushed it to the front.
A series of new policies are actually the emperor¡¯s own ideas.
They, 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, people are in dire straits, thieves and bandits are like ants, troubled times have taken shape, and there is really no other way except to send troops to suppress it. Unfortunately, the rebels killed more and more people, but it was very difficult to deal with.
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
Mr. He actually doesn¡¯t believe this statement too much, but the matter is critical and the only option is 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, there are two monks sitting at this moment, one is Monk Mingxiao, who is dressed in white and snowy, and the other is Master Ksitigarbha.
They just sat on the slope like that, as if they were sitting in the supreme lotus position, motionless.
Suddenly, Master Ksitigarbha looked south, his face tightened, and he said: "Fo Xiao, 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 door to see it."
¡°Swish, swish, swish, the brilliance is like a shooting star, it is the light of the magic weapon. They settled down one after another and scattered around, but there were four people including Zhenren Guanghan, Qingyun, Xi Mingfeng from Kunlun, and Lu Shidao from Shushan.
That day, they gathered to slay the dragon by the Jianjiang River in Jiangzhou.