In the era of imperial examinations, the so-called "teachers" can be divided into two categories, one is the teacher who teaches the students, and the other is the teacher who admits candidates in the examinations at all levels.

The teacher who teaches to students is called the teacher of the profession, referred to as the "teacher", the teacher can be roughly divided into "teacher" and "teacher", at this time, it is generally not called the teacher, it is called Mr. or Master, and the teacher who admits the candidates is the examiner and the same examiner, which is called "the teacher" and "the teacher", Zhao Yan's teacher is the first assistant of the cabinet Cao Nai, and the master of the house is to Yao Kui in the matter, which he already knows after the palace test, and also went to Yao Kui's house with gifts with other new scholars in the same room, but he ate a closed door. Only then did I know what the temperament of this room master was.

Li Fuzi never thought that his student could go so far, and when he saw Zhao Yan coming to visit with a gift, he was naturally very happy in his heart, you must know that there is a strange appearance at this time, that is, the real teacher who has been teaching students for many years is often not treated by the students, and the fake teacher who only invigilates the examination papers on the one hand is regarded as a great benefactor by the candidates.

Why? To put it bluntly, reading is for the sake of rice, and the fake teacher gives fame, and with a stroke of the pen, you can go to Tianzi Hall in the twilight of Tian Shelang, and the real teacher who teaches is just a craftsman who imparts knowledge and skills, and in this era of official position, it is not surprising that scholars make this choice.

Li Fuzi was not only happy for Zhao Yanneng's title on the gold list, but also happy that he remembered to visit him after the title of the gold list, but Li Fuzi was far less away than his own student on the road of the imperial examination, and the teacher and the student sat opposite each other, but Li Fuzi, as a teacher, had nothing to teach him as a student.

When Zhao Yan got up to say goodbye, Master Li sent Zhao Yan to the door, and finally said in a serious voice: "Guomei, the old man has spent his life, and he can't do anything, and the biggest achievement is to teach you, but in the end, you can try three times and win is not my work, but from your tenacity, you can have such a creation, the old man is very pleased, I only hope that you will stand up in the officialdom in the future, and never make mistakes. It would be good to do more for the people of my Ming Dynasty. ”

"Thank you for the teachings of the teacher, and the students will remember it in their hearts and dare not forget it." Zhao Yan bowed in response.

In the next three or four days, Zhao Yan has been spending time in entertainment, unless he is determined to be a lonely person or a lonely minister, otherwise entertainment is indispensable, but people are social, and it is not so easy to be a lonely person.

Forbidden City, celebrant of ceremonies.

Mao Gui stood outside the duty room of the celebrant Wang Zhen to gather his thoughts, looked down at the booklet in his hand, the corners of his mouth unexpectedly curved a little, and then he knocked on the door cautiously, and when he heard the sound inside, he let him in, and then gently pushed open the door and walked in.

"The son has seen his father." After Mao Gui entered the house, he saluted Wang Zhen in a proper manner.

Wang Zhen just took a nap, at this time a little eunuch was serving tea and rinsing his mouth, he spit out the mouthwash tea in his mouth back into the tea cup, took out a towel from his sleeve and dipped it on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Mao Gui and asked: "You don't stay in Dongchang well, what are you doing when you come to us in the blue sky and daylight?" ”

Mao Gui smiled like a chrysanthemum on his face when he heard this, and said flatteringly: "The son knows that his father likes wild history essays, and he accidentally got a volume on the street today, so he thought about sending it to his father to relieve his boredom." ”

As he spoke, Mao Gui handed the booklet in his hand to the little eunuch standing on the side, and then the little eunuch sent it to Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen took the pamphlet and flipped through it casually, he didn't care about it in his heart, but asked Mao Gui as if he had it unintentionally: "I heard that you and Wang Changsui had an awkward quarrel two days ago, and you almost got into a fight?" ”

Mao Gui sighed in his heart, but he made a look of grievance on his face and said: "Father Mingjian, Wang Chang followed that guy and his son to do things for his father in Dongchang, but that guy was too cunning, and he didn't report anything to his father first, nor did he communicate with his son, and his son couldn't see it and argued with him for a few words. ”

Wang Zhen smiled, knowing that Mao Gui didn't tell the truth, but he didn't break it, but he just said seriously: "The two of you have followed us since you entered the palace, don't we know what you think in your hearts?" Both of you are our godson, nominally brothers, and you are making trouble, but you can't really hurt the harmony, otherwise we won't follow. ”

Mao Gui hurriedly nodded yes, but only he knew what he thought in his heart.

The two gossiped for a while, and Wang Zhen asked again: "Those Mongols are gone?" ”

Mao Gui nodded and said, "It's already gone, and when I left, I took hundreds of carts of pots and pans with me, but I made the gentlemen in Beijing happy for several days." ”

"Hmph." Wang Zhen snorted when he heard this: "These Mongols are all Tartars who have never seen the world, they are not educated, they don't know etiquette, we have to follow the example of Emperor Taizong one day and lead troops to the north to kill all these Tartars." ”

Mao Gui smiled and patted his ass and said: "My father is wise and martial, Wen can be Anbang, Wu can set the country, and he is angry and swallows thousands of miles, and his son can't pat the horse." ”

Although Wang Zhen has some city government, he is also a mortal in the end, and he naturally likes to listen to these compliments, he smiled when he heard this: "Just what you say is good, when you go back, arrange someone to monitor those Tartars all the way, if they do anything illegal, you must not tolerate it." ”

"Yes, the son is gone."

"Well, go ahead." Wang Zhen waved his hand and opened the booklet in his hand casually, only to see three slightly larger words written at the beginning of "The Legend of the White Snake", which must be the name of this essay biography.

Wang Zhen did not enter the palace before he was appointed as a scholar in the county, and later he was admitted to the exam, and the knowledge is naturally there, and he entered the palace after purifying, in terms of his talent and learning, he is also one of the best in the palace, but at the beginning of guarding Zhu Qizhen, who was still the prince, there were Emperor Xuanzong and the eunuch Jin Ying, and then Zhu Qizhen ascended the throne at an early age, and there was the Empress Dowager Zhang suppressed, and there was a cabinet of three Yang checks and balances, he could only pick up his tail as a grandson, and now the Empress Dowager Zhang and Sanyang have passed away one after another, Wang Zhen began to monopolize power, enjoying the scenery in front of people, but the spiritual emptiness of being an intellectual can not go away, fortunately, in this year, in addition to the Four Books and Five Classics, there are many biographical novels for leisure and entertainment, and slowly Wang Zhen began to like this pastime, and once let Dongchang and Jinyiwei collect such literary works on the street for him to relax and relieve boredom.

With Wang Zhen's eyes of reading more than 100 novels, he naturally would not be surprised by a novel title, he slowly unfolded the book, as time passed, Wang Zhen's brows suddenly stretched, suddenly wrinkled, and when he finished reading the small book in his hand, it was already the time to hold the lamp.

Moving his waist and back, Wang Zhen couldn't help but yawn, but his face was full of unfinished meaning.

"Fushun." Wang Zhen shouted at the little eunuch who was standing and napping on the side.

The little eunuch suddenly woke up and hurriedly said, "The little one is here." ”

Wang Zhen handed the book in his hand to the little eunuch Fushun, rubbed his eyes and said: "Tomorrow, you and Fugui will go to Dongchang for a trip, find Mao Gui and ask if there is a follow-up to this biography, and by the way, tell Mao Gui that we are very satisfied with his filial piety." ”

The next day, Dong'anmen North, East Investigation Factory.

Although Mao Gui is coarse in writing and ink, he can't see anything attractive about the words in this thin booklet, but Wang Zhen likes to read it, and Mao Gui is naturally interested.

After sending away the two little eunuchs of Fugui and Fushun, Mao Gui asked several of his henchmen to call, holding up the booklet in his hand and commanding a few words, and then for most of the day, the people of Beijing obviously found that there were a lot more Dongchang fans with pointed hats and white boots on the street than in the past, and specifically looked for the bookstores and bookstores on the street to interrogate, this inexplicable and fanfare behavior naturally made many people notice, but Dongchang is the confidant of the great eunuch Wang Zhen, as long as it is not about himself, few people will get to the bottom of it.

Waiting until the evening, several of Mao Gui's henchmen gathered the news they had discovered, and after Mao Gui listened to the report of several henchmen, his gloomy face showed a smile: "It's much easier to know where this biography came from, tomorrow you send a few people to the Taoyuan Bookstore in Shenzhou, be sure to bring back the follow-up of this biography, I have a lot of rewards, master." ”

A sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked Dongchang blocked his head and asked, "Godfather, what if the Taoyuan Bookstore can't hand it over?" ”

Mao Gui glared and reprimanded: "What do we do in the East Investigation Factory?" It's a small deep state, and it's still the land of Gyeonggi, so even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to bring me the book. ”

"Don't worry, godfather, tomorrow my son will go on a trip in person, and he will definitely bring you the book back." The sharp-beaked monkey's gills of the Dongchang blocked his head and patted his chest, swearing.

Mao Gui glanced at him, and scolded with a smile: "I might as well tell you, this book is what your godfather wants, Wang Changsui is too cunning, master, I finally borrowed this book to please your godfather, whether you can suppress Wang Changsui and that guy, it's all up to you." Remember, this matter must not be known to the people over there by Wang Changsui, otherwise that immoral and smoking thing will definitely get in the way. ”

Hearing that this biography was asked for by Wang Zhen, Mao Gui's other henchmen were immediately quite annoyed, and they knew that they could take this opportunity to pat Wang Zhen's ass in the palace.

Wu De, who was blocking the head of the Dongchang with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks, saw the dejected look on the faces of the rest of the people, and his heart was secretly refreshed, but he said: "Don't worry, godfather, my son is very strict, and he will never leak his breath." ”