Due to Zheng Rentai's recommendation, although it was not the period to enter the school, Qian Feng was able to squeeze into the Guozijian Guangwen Hall for further study, as long as he passed the assessment of the doctor in prison, he could directly participate in the imperial examination, and there was no need to take any more apprenticeships.

Although he was in a bad mood, but it was a matter of the future, the next morning, Qian Feng first cleaned himself up, prepared properly, and after repeated inspections, he called Han Rui, who was already waiting a little impatiently, got into the carriage, and went straight to the Guozijian.

Entered Chang'an City, came to the Imperial City Vermilion Bird Gate near the Wubenfang, a deep and quiet, ancient street end, is an ancient locust forest, Guozijian is located in it, because since the Zhou Dynasty, there are three acacia, three public positions Yan said, that is, three locust trees are planted outside the gate of the palace, respectively on behalf of the official position of Taishi, Taifu and Taibao.

In the Zhou Dynasty, the Guozijian was widely planted with locust trees inside and outside, and the world regarded the Guohuai as the tree of the minister's doctor, and the Sui and Tang dynasties naturally followed the system of Zhou rites, and planted locust trees in the Guozijian, which implied that the students in the prison could be admitted to the high-ranking officials, which was the so-called appointment of climbing the Huai Ding, and took a good omen.

The trail is shaded by locust trees, quiet and quiet, there is an inexplicable solemn atmosphere, driving in it, the carriage and horse become extremely gentle, quietly stopped in front of the gate of the Guozi Prison, Qian Feng and Han Rui came down, looked at the surrounding scenery, and also awe, and when talking, they were also very quiet.

The courtyard gate of Guozijian is not as grand as imagined, in front of the door of the steps, it is extremely clean and spotless, two stout trees stand beside it, the autumn wind is slow, blowing off a few residual leaves, it seems that it can't bear to contaminate the noble place, swaying, drifting with the wind to the distant forest.

In front of the courtyard gate, there were no guards, just a young Confucian sitting next to him, holding a book in his hand, reading carefully, quietly and quietly, seeing the two of them coming, he didn't even ask about the intention, he stretched out his hand slightly and let them go in on their own.

Entering the courtyard, I saw that all the tall ancient acacia trees rose from the ground, the branches were luxuriant, the thick trunk covered the sky, and the texture of the tree body, not a little messy, the body of the tree swirled, it was like a puff of smoke straight into the sky, walking a few steps, there was a statue of Confucius in front, the two did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly saluted respectfully.

Walking around the image, you can vaguely see the figure of the Confucian scholar, or wandering between the corridors, or kneeling on the shade mat, without exception, the hand does not release the volume, diligent study and hard study, this kind of atmosphere, in the official school, rarely seen, Qian Feng can't help but be deeply impressed, in the end is the Chinese culture, it is really extraordinary.

Looking for a tireless Confucian student, inquiring about the specific location of the Guangwen Pavilion, with the mood of pilgrimage, Qian Feng walked away slowly, but after a while, he faintly heard a burst of noise, and couldn't help frowning, thinking it was an illusion, but it was not like it, and said softly: "Twenty-one Lang, did you hear any movement?" ”

Han Rui hesitated a little, listened for a moment, and said affirmatively: "The noise in the market. ”

"Not really." Qian Feng was skeptical.

"Let's take a look." Han Rui proposed.

Qian Feng did not refuse, and went away, and in an instant, the jaw-dropping, pilgrimage-like solemn mood was gone, but he saw an empty flat room, large and small shops, books, calligraphy and paintings, food and cakes, everything, dazzling, and the people who peddled the goods were not businessmen, but one by one, personable, gentle and elegant scholars.

"Brother Tai, stay and look at this inkstone, the color is purple and blue, the color is deep, faintly revealing the dense blue and white, the tentacles are delicate and delicate, the stone is moist and abnormal, but it is a rare good inkstone, I look at Brother Tai with outstanding appearance, not a mortal, want to intersect with it, endure the pain and cut love......"

"Zhang Seng Xuan, Zheng Fashi...... Zhan Ziqian's spring picture, sold with tears, walked by, don't miss it. ”

"Crispy sesame cake, sweet and refreshing, taste?"

Separated by a wall, but it is another scene, Qian Feng is difficult to bear, and he feels a blow, but Han Rui can't help laughing, it turns out that doing business in college is a tradition, and the familiar scene is really nostalgic.

"Such a noble place, they ...... Vulgar, filthy ......" Qian Feng was angry, his fingers trembled, and his words were incoherent.

"Brother, it's new." A young Confucian student happened to walk by, and said with a smile: "Don't you know the words of all living beings in Huai City?" ”

In the Zhou Dynasty, there was a large locust forest next to Taixue, the scholars and students at that time in order to communicate with each other, every first and fifteenth day of the new year, in the locust forest, each took out the hometown of the native products or books to exchange with each other, or to buy and sell, to promote the exchange of economy and culture, very progressive significance.

Because they are all literati trading, so there is a scene of harmony and courtesy, people call Huai City, and later Huai City also refers to Guozijian, Huai City is also the students of Guozijian, after mentioning something, Qian Feng suddenly realized, blushed, pulled Han Rui, and hurriedly left, saving people to stay and give people jokes.

"Third brother, don't go so fast." Han Rui complained: "I still want to see if Zhan Ziqian's Spring Tour is genuine." ”

"There is no doubt about a fake." Qian Feng asserted: "No one in the world knows that You Chuntu is in the hands of the emperor, and that person is also so brave that he dares to sell fakes in broad daylight." ”

"Hey, that's a copy of the work, that person is a famous painter in the country, often imitate the masterpieces of his predecessors for sale, not asking for money, just for people to appreciate, see through the fake and inferior, improve it, improve the painting skills." Someone laughed, but it was the young Confucian who reminded Qian Feng just now.

"Thank you, brother, for your advice." Qian Feng arched his hand and said.

"No need, I see that you are in front of you, I'm afraid it's the first time I've come." The young Confucian was also enthusiastic, and said with a smile: "Why did you come, I am not a stranger to Guozijian, and I may be able to help." ”

Han Rui looked carefully, the young Confucian was not very old, seventeen or eighteen years old, his face was like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, full of bookish atmosphere, vaguely, déjà vu, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Qian Feng thanked him again, and hurriedly introduced himself, but listened to the young Confucian scholar return the salute, and said with a smile: "In Xia Zheng Weide, he is a person from Chang'an, but he has heard of the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time......"

Zheng Weide said to himself, not paying attention to the strange expressions of the two, especially Han Rui, who bowed and stopped, and for a while, his reaction was quite helpless, and he said astringently: "I am Han Rui." ”

Oh, Zheng Weide's face was calm, his smile was still the same, and he arched his hand and said, "Brother Han is also from Yangzhou?" ”

Something was wrong, the reaction was so indifferent, there was something weird, Qian Feng was confused, and subconsciously asked: "Brother Zheng, haven't you heard of him?" ”

Tilted his head to look at Han Rui, and found that his demeanor was warm and warm, revealing a cordial and friendly meaning, Zheng Weide was also puzzled, a little thoughtful, quite a little clear, maybe this person is famous among Yangzhou scholars, but he thought that it had come to the capital, thinking of this, Zheng Weide felt a little funny in his heart, but he didn't break it, but pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and arched his hand: "I have admired the name for a long time, and I am disrespectful." ”

It's still not right, shouldn't it be this reaction, Qian Feng was puzzled, but it was Han Rui, who saw some clues, and smiled kindly...... Vader, have you not been home in a long time? ”

Zheng Weide frowned secretly, a good tutor, but let him maintain a humble attitude, and explained: "Guozi is a prisoner, you can't go out without a reason, Xu Fake said, I happen to have something to stay in prison, and I haven't returned home for more than a month." ”

"No wonder." Qian Feng shouted.

"What's the wonder?" Zheng Weide asked confusedly, and finally realized that the attitude of the two was very strange.

"Nothing." Han Rui preemptively said: "He is a new student of Guangwen Pavilion, he is here for the first time, he doesn't know the road, can you take us there." ”

"Oh, what a coincidence, then we will be classmates in the future." Zheng Weide said with a smile.

Not only a classmate, Qian Feng muttered secretly, but also my brother's brother-in-law, glanced at Han Rui, and saw that he shook his head, and he was also happy to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and did not pierce it.

No wonder there is a sense of déjà vu, it turns out that he is Zheng Renji's second son, Han Rui looks at Zheng Weide from time to time, with a trace of ...... Kindliness? Love the house and the black, understandable.

Zheng Weide led the way in front, from time to time to introduce a few sentences, the two of them also have a vague concept of Guozijian, Guozijian, Wude was called Guozixue in the early years, subordinate to Taichang Temple, Zhenguan changed its name to Jian in the second year, under the Tongguo Zixue, Taixue, Guangwen Pavilion, Simen Pavilion, Law, Calligraphy, Arithmetic and other seven departments, among which Guozixue is respected, and the officials and children and grandchildren of the Guogong above the third grade are in charge, and the arithmetic is the last, responsible for educating the students below the eight grades and the sons of the Shuren.

The hierarchy is clear, and it is naturally easy to cause trouble, but there are help to help the Confucian celebrities press, and it will not cause chaos, and this is a place to study, and it is not a place for fierce fighting, and there are often high-ranking officials and important ministers who come to give lectures, and sometimes the Son of Heaven even comes in person, no matter how big the contradiction is, no one dares to be presumptuous here.

After walking for a while, I came to a place surrounded by trees, flat and spacious, and in the middle was a platform built of bluestone bricks, ordinary and ordinary, without any eye-catching, but at this time, around the platform, it was crowded with Confucian scholars, rough calculation, not to mention that there were hundreds of two hundred people, scattered near the platform, sitting in a precarious position, looking up and listening carefully.

On the platform, there is an elegant-looking middle-aged man, about forty or fifty years old, with wide sleeves and wide robes, not tall, white complexion, but he has a good beard, gentle speech, and high rhyme.

"But it's Kong Siye who is lecturing, why no one has informed him." Zheng Weide exclaimed, left the two of them, hurried over, found a vacant position, sat down quietly, and paid attention quietly.

"Guozi Siye, Kong Yingda." Han Rui and Qian Feng looked at each other, and immediately came to the conclusion that there is one sacrificial wine and two Siye in the Guozi Prison, but the Siye surnamed Kong is only a descendant of the sage.

The two immediately walked over, found a place to sit down, and only listened to Kong Yingda talking: "I think when I was young, the discipline at home was very strict, and I studied the scriptures since I was a child, and I didn't seek to understand them, and then I was familiar with the Hundred Classics, and the more doubts I had, after traveling to study in various places, my eyes were gradually opened, and my heart was gained, but the Shilin atmosphere was not ...... in the end."

(To be continued)