Zhu Biao put down his thoughts, looked at Song Lian on the side and asked, "Master Song, what are the candidates doing now, but they are all reviewing their books?" ”

Song Lian stroked his beard and said: "Tomorrow should be the day for the candidates to go to the Temple of Literature to worship, the exam is about to start, and the candidates are almost here, just to ask the Holy Master to bless the title of the gold list." ”

Zhu Biao nodded after hearing this, he had never been to the Temple of Literature himself, so he said to Song Lian: "The exam papers have also been set, Master Song is interested in going to the Temple of Literature with me to have a look." ”

Song Lian naturally happily agreed, he is a traditional literati doctor, and naturally hopes that Zhu Biao can have reverence for Confucius, and after ascending the throne, he will open up an era of prosperity for the Ming Dynasty.

Since the death of the Song Dynasty, the literary movement has been lonely, and even the imperial examination is open from time to time, and now it is finally possible to reopen the sun and the moon and the new sky, naturally to restore the world's cultural movement, and the prosperity of the cultural movement is not far away!

Zhu Biao changed his clothes, Liu Jin also changed into a scholar's clothes with a sad face, and Song Lian didn't have to change, he was usually dressed as a Confucian scholar.

Zhu Biao changed into a white straight jacket, put on a square scarf, borrowed an ordinary jade pendant from his master, and took a fan, just like a picture of a scholar from a family.

Song Lian looked at it and nodded with satisfaction, after changing the prince's regular clothes, the majesty of the prince of the dynasty faded a lot, and the elegance was high, although the nobility cultivated since he was a child was still there, but it was not easy to be recognized.

Liu Jin persuaded on the side: "Master, do you want to ask the saint for instructions, what if you go out and are bumped into by someone." ”

Zhu Biao was actually depressed recently, and wanted to go out for a spin: "It's okay, if you don't go out of the city, you can go to the Governor's Mansion of the pro-army and ask dozens of good hands to follow behind to protect you." ”

Liu Jin immediately took the order and left, but all he thought in his heart was how dozens were enough, and how he had to call hundreds of good players.

Zhu Biao himself is not worried, throughout history, Jing Ke's assassination of Qin has never succeeded, and the emperor died in an accident, and he must have been killed by people in the imperial family or those ministers who controlled the government.

Nanjing City is the central area of the Ming Dynasty, and the pro-army governor's mansion is all over the city, even if Zhu Biao does not bring anyone, as long as something happens, I am afraid that more than a dozen people can jump out of the side to protect it.

Zhu Biao and Song Lian talked for a while, and then saw Liu Jin leading Mao Xiang in, and after the two of them saluted, Zhu Biao also knew that his father had no objection to him going out to have a look.

The group first took an ordinary carriage out of the palace, and then stopped in the backyard of an inn, where the Temple of Literature is not far away, and the inn is only used by insiders, and the safety and privacy are also very good.

The four of them walked in the direction of the Confucian Temple after leaving the inn, Zhu Biao looked at the hawkers on both sides with a smile on his face, Nanjing was far more prosperous than when he last set out on an expedition.

Song Lian and Mao Xiang often come and go in the city, so naturally they don't think it's unusual, but Zhu Biao's master and servant are a little dazzled, they have lived in the deep palace for a long time, and when they come out, there are a large number of guards to open the way, where is the opportunity to see such a scene.

Along the way, there were also many young scholars who called for friends, and the corners of their eyes and eyebrows were full of confidence, and Zhu Biao looked at them as if he had watched his son grow up, and his heart was inexplicably happy.

Song Lian looked at them and said with a smile: "High-spirited, good attitude, this is the demeanor that my great scholars should have." ”

Zhu Biao looked at them with a smile and said: "There is a scarcity of talents waiting to be revived, I really hope that there can be a few talented people in it." ”

After Liu Jin saw the novelty, he focused his attention on Zhu Biao's side, for fear that someone would bump into him, but after paying attention for a while, he found that although people came and went, these people were very measured, and faintly surrounded Zhu Biao in a circle.

Mao Xiang on the side saw that Liu Jin looked a little nervous, and gave him a reassuring look, the pro-army Governor's Mansion was naturally foolproof.

There were also many brightly dressed women on the tall buildings on both sides of the road, and they looked at the young men passing below with a smile, and from time to time threw down a handkerchief to the young man they liked, and then covered their faces with a thin fan, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

If the scholars below fled in the wilderness, they would laugh and joke each other a few times, Zhu Biao's rich and noble atmosphere naturally attracted attention, and several handps fell in a row, but they were quickly snatched away by passers-by on the side, and none of them fell on Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao looked up, and the women shouted at him: "Little boy come up, the slave family still has hand-embroidered handkerchiefs to give to you!" ”

Zhu Biao smiled at them, and then left, ignoring them, they didn't know that they had picked up a life.

Song Lian looked at Zhu Biao and said: "Although these places are interesting, they are grinding, and many young people in brocade clothes have ended miserably. ”

Zhu Biao said with a smile: "What Master Song means is just curiosity. ”

Song Lian smiled: "The young man's blood is strong, it is normal to be curious, if it is other disciples, I am used to taking them in to have a look and test their minds." ”

Zhu Biao also smiled, if Song Lian led him in, within half an hour, the palace guards would rush in and behead Song Lian and the women inside.

Zhu Biao and his entourage finally walked to the Temple of Literature, saying that it was a temple but it was actually a palace complex, with bluestone steps, red walls and yellow tiles, and dragon carvings on the walls, of course, all dragons.

Entered the Temple of Literature, it was really crowded with people, groups of scholars were dressed neatly, there were a lot of divination priests in the corner, there were several archways on the ground, which were engraved with the master of eternity, the most holy in the literary world.

Zhu Biao was crowded in front of a large vat, which was full of water, and there were several bowls at the bottom of the tank, in which some words of blessing were written, and there were many Hongwu Tongbao scattered on the side.

Zhu Biao glanced at it with interest, Liu Jin on the side hurriedly took out a few copper coins and handed them to Zhu Biao, Zhu Biao aimed at the bowl that made his wish come true and threw three pieces in a row before throwing it in, the light refraction on the water surface on the wide frame of the large vat is indeed difficult to hit at one time.

Then Zhu Biao followed the flow of people, took a good walk, and also put a stick of incense on Confucius, after all, Zhu Biao was ready to make him the last old man.

After Zhu Biao walked around, he really felt how much the literati of this era revered Gongzi, that is, spiritual beliefs, which would imperceptibly benefit the Confucian family, which was not a good thing.

Zhu Biao's face was happy, but the jealousy of the Kong family in his heart was deeper, even if his hands were broken and dirty, he had to bring down the Kong family.

After paying homage to Confucius, many scholars gathered together to talk and laugh, obviously very confident in themselves, and some knelt in front of the statue of Confucius and refused to get up, even if they were dragged and still chanted something at Confucius.

Zhu Biao looked at them with his hands, there were many small groups in the crowd, but from the standing, they were obviously divided into two major factions, the southern scholars were friendly with the southern scholars, and the northern scholars only played with their own people.

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