Shendu, Anximen.

The former Guozi priest Jiuming Shanbin was released from prison and went to Bingzhou to serve as the head of Wang's Academy.

Although Guozijian is also an academic institution, it is not only set up for students who are studying, but also has government functions, always in charge of national education, deeply involved in the imperial examination, and practicing national history.

From the prince of the country to the chief of the mountain of the private academy, it is no less than knocking down the mortal dust from the nine heavens.

Ming Shanbin's fall can be described as not light.

There were a lot of people who came to see them off, and most of the officials came from Kedao Qingliu, Guozijian, Hanlin Academy, Yushitai, Luantai, and a large number of literati and gentry from Shendu and people from all over the country who went to Beijing to catch the exam.

Outside the Anxi Gate, the black press stood up.

After all, it is a derogatory reverence, or a derogatory remark that has offended the dignitaries of the DPRK and China, and there is no time for the resumption to arise, and it is inevitable that the clouds and misery will be miserable.

"Brother Ming, if you miss the opportunity for a while, you don't have to mind" Wei Chuhou also came, and gave his hand to comfort, "There is a god three feet above his head, Brother Ming is full of learning, and he is on the right path, after all, there will be a bright future waiting for him, and the old man is convinced"

"Thanks to Brother Wei's auspicious words" Ming Shanbin smiled reluctantly, his eyes were a little complicated.

is also a clear stream crown, compared with him, Wei Chuhou's situation is diametrically opposed.

The white sandalwood case was a blessing in disguise, and he got into a relationship with Quan Ce, and immediately became the backbone of Quan Ce's henchmen, and the journey went smoothly, Bai picked up the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, and encountered the imperial examination reform, the Hanlin Academy was hot, and now he became the master of the Wen of Li Chongjun, the king of Yixing County, this position, if you get it well, it is very likely that you will be the future emperor.

Being a master in life and being a man in death is the ultimate dream of the literati, and the real bright future.

After greeting everyone for a long time, Ming Shanbin still stood in place, facing south and north, looking at the Anximen City Gatehouse, with unwillingness and expectation on his face.

The surroundings gradually fell silent, and everyone knew who he was waiting for.

The sun is getting higher, the spring sky is bright, the warmth is warm, there is no figure in Anxi Gate, and the last glimmer of hope for Ming Shanbin is shattered.

"Hey...... Self-inflicted, can't live" Ming Shanbin sighed, shook his head, and felt that he was ridiculous, the man opened the net, forgave his sins, and gave him a future, but he still had to look at Shu, delusionally thinking that the person would come to see him off in person?

"Gentlemen, I'll go" Mingshan Bin Tuan saluted, raised his legs, and was about to step onto the wheel.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

Ming Shanbin's upper body was already in the car, and the back foot was still on the ground, hearing this movement, he suddenly twisted his body to look around, his limbs were not in harmony, his old waist was as hard as a rock, no longer dexterous, unable to support such a difficult action, the whole person fell from the car, slammed, and his face hit the ground first.

"Whew"

Ming Shanbin screamed miserably, and then stopped abruptly.

He only saw the hem of the plain brocade clothes in front of him, and he already recognized the person, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, but he couldn't help but have shallow eyelids and old tears.

This plain brocade robe, made of silk brocade and white stacks, has a soft and luxurious texture, and it is plain to the end, without any embroidery texture, and it is almost the only one in Beijing who wears it like this.

God can wear brocade ministers and magnates, lest the color is not bright, the embroidery is not gorgeous enough, can not be self-exalted, the right policy is the opposite, probably no longer need external objects to set off, that is, one day wear a linen clothes, that is still the boudoir dream of the wishful Langjun, is still the son of heaven in front of the power of the minister.

Quan Ce hurriedly leaned over to help Ming Shanbin up, seeing that he was fine, but his face was mixed with dust and tears, a piece of dirt, handed over to Jinpa, and said in a harmonious voice, "Mr. is full of talents, peach and plum gardens, it is the hope of the literary world, this trip to the country, what he did is to follow the saints, widely spread the major affairs of virtue and politics, the heavy responsibility is on the shoulders, and it must not be taken lightly......"

Sure enough, the thousand words of persuasion from others, the enemy could not be entrusted by the right policy, Ming Shanbin wiped the mud off his face a few times, and his eyes brightened, "The right minister repays his grievances with virtue, the old man is ashamed and has no land, the establishment of Wang's Academy is the forerunner of the family's open family learning, the old man is stupid, lest he not be able to understand the true meaning of the right minister, and please make it clear to the right minister, the old man will do his best to obey it"

Quan Ce raised his head and laughed silently, Taiyuan Wang's family, already in the palm of the Buddha, the patriarch Yangquan Bo Wang Yu's three sons, Wang Zhiben is his political housekeeper, Wang Zhixian is Sima in Chang'an, Wang Zhilian is directly his righteous son, he advocates things, Taiyuan Wang's family is in the first place with five surnames and seven hopes, more positive than Xingyang Zheng's, and will never be on the big politics of the academy that he values.

"Mr. only needs to write down that the academy educates people, purely based on virtue and ability to talk about heroes, and when the achievers are the first, when cultivating talents, if you can sort out a set of operating experience, rules and regulations, and publish and print Fu Zi, it will be of great benefit to the government and government."

Ming Shanbin's eyes are full of light, standing up for meritorious service, the literati dream of taking this opportunity, writing a book and saying, that is really dead without regrets, "The right minister is at ease, the old man will give up this old bone, and he will also carry forward the good governance of the court and the right minister for the benefit of Shilin."

Quan Ce nodded, "The road ahead is long, the road is long and obstructive, Mr. cherishes, Quan Ce is waiting for good news"

"Hahaha, I will not disappoint the right minister" Ming Shanbin laughed heroically, bowed to Quan Ce, and turned around and arched his hands, "Everyone, don't pass by"

Lift your feet and step on the wheel, as light as a swallow.

There were more and more people next to him, Quan Ce stood in the heart, watched Ming Shanbin go away, turned around, walked forward, and greeted those who were familiar with them, and talked and laughed.

Most of the people in the inner circle who can come into contact with him have some status, although they have always been friendly to him, but they are also a little reserved, and their appearance is even more strict and meticulous, only one person, a little sloppy, swaying body, maybe self-aware, always trying to hide behind, but his name is there, and no one dares to occupy his position.

Quan Ce frowned and walked up to him, "Zhang Changshi, I have heard that there is a painting technique, dipping the body into the ink pool, rolling naked to paint, its meaning is natural, every masterpiece is a masterpiece, but this method is quite dangerous, it is very easy to drown people's lives, three or five people's lives, may not be able to make a work, is it desirable?" ”

This person is Zhang Xu, the chief of Jinwu Guard, who felt something when he heard the words, and his face turned red, "This method is evil and not advisable."

"Wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, and if you do too much, you will hurt your body, and you will get wild grass in order to damage your body, is it advisable?" Quan Ce asked again.

"It's not advisable" Zhang Xu shook to the ground, "The lower officials know their mistakes, and they will change their mistakes"

"Drinking for fun, the fun is stopped, more self-control, do what you can, the long history of calligraphy is unlearned, if it becomes a regret, it is the mourning of my literary world" Quan Ce said two more sentences, and then accompanied by Wei Chuhou, he rode away.

Behind him, there was another ukiyo-e, and many people surrounded Zhang Xu, looking for a way to talk, especially to catch up with the exam, and he was even more enthusiastic.

They thought that Quan Ce had a good eye for Zhang Xuqing, and the day when this long history would soar was not far away.

As everyone knows, Quan Ce just remembered himself, and used his body to paint to death, which can be described as sad, pushing himself and others, and he couldn't bear to see Zhang Xu's talent, repeatedly hungover, and self-harm, so he said a few more words, and he didn't mean anything else.

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