After the silly music was over, the two of them realized that this confinement room was really fucking uncomfortable, not that it was dirty, not messy, but so fucking clean that it could even be described as slick.

There was a toilet in the far corner, and there was not even a toothpick, and nothing could be done except sit or lie on the cot in a daze.

The three walls of the confinement chamber were painted white, clean and tidy, and the floor was as gray and white as the schoolyard, and thankfully, the one facing the corridor was not a monotonous white, but an iron railing made of thumb-thick iron bars.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Yang Jun and Shi Biao's confinement room happened to be face-to-face, and after the two of them were stupid for a long time, they looked at the monotonous and dull confinement room a few times, and then sat on the bed and started to stay.

"Eh, Brother Yang, what do you mean by the Emperor Tai and his whole pro-army?" Shi Biao sat for a long time, it was really a pain in the idle egg, there was no entertainment here, and there was not a single yellow book, as for the books handed over to them by Zhu Qizhen, when they entered the confinement room, they were searched by several soldiers with red armbands on their shoulders and called military police, and even the gadgets they were carrying in their arms, and even the protective weapons on their bodies were all searched.

At that time, the two guys protested, however, the gendarmes with zombie-like facial expressions calmly told them that this was the rule of the confinement room, and if they wanted to protest, they could propose it to the Emperor Taishang after leaving, but here, they must abide by it.

As a result, the two of them couldn't do anything except a trouser belt that could be used to play with them while squatting on the toilet.

"Isn't it just used to kill the enemy?" Hearing Shi Biao open his mouth, Yang Jun, who was also idle, couldn't help but open his mouth to answer. "Otherwise, who trained the soldiers so harshly? If such an elite division is trained, it will definitely be a waste if it does not go to the battlefield in the future. ”

"Seriously, turning around like this today, a certain family's eyes are hot, the soldiers we trained in the past, not to mention the others, just this march and queue, I'm afraid they are all about to catch up with those Han generals on duty in front of the palace." The two of them began to talk nonsense about everything they saw today, but after talking for more than an hour, the two of them were already foaming at the mouth, their throats were hot, and there was no longer a ** to continue to talk nonsense, so they could only stare at the iron railing in a daze.

-------------------- "Your Majesty is here to train strongly, thinking that he is pro-army, this ...... I'm afraid it's a disagreement with the system, although Shi has not read many history books, but at least he knows that the emperor should not have military power. After taking a breath, Shi Biao swallowed his dry throat and couldn't help muttering again, although it was low, it was extremely clear in this dead silence where his breath could be heard.

Hearing this, Yang Jun, who had been lying on the hard bed with his head resting on his arms and pretending to sleep, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, Huo Ran sat up, staring at Shi Biao's face who was still frowning and thinking about it.

Shi Biao raised his head and glanced at Yang Jun with some sense, and spread his palms. "Isn't what a certain family said wrong?"

Yang Jun sneered and said in a deep voice: "Whether it's right or not, Yang doesn't know, but compared with today's son, what the Emperor Taishang did made Yang feel even more broken, this is the bearing and character of the great tomorrow." Look at what the son of today has done since he ascended the throne, it is all some shady and unsightly deeds, what is worthy of his identity as the son of heaven of the Ming Empire? ”

"Since he ascended the throne as the emperor, he did not think about the emperor's grace, but instead repeatedly tried to prevent the emperor from returning to the country. And at that time, what was the Emperor Taishang doing? For the sake of the Ming Dynasty, he put his own safety at risk, and maneuvered among the nobles of the tile spurs, rescued thousands of captured Ming elites from the sea of suffering, and then risked death to design and capture Xining, so that this eunuch who is familiar with the military situation of my Ming border town will be a disaster for my Ming Dynasty again.

After that, our Son of Heaven actually welcomed the emperor in a way that was not even as good as the gift of the rich, and then he wanted to use his son to replace His Royal Highness the Prince, and even made filthy means, intending to seek the prince. ”

The more he spoke, the brighter Yang Jun's eyes became, he stood up, and shouted at Shi Biao in the confinement room opposite: "You say, this is the way of the king?!" ”

"Yes or no, it's not for us and others who are courtiers to discuss, don't forget, the one in the capital is the Son of Heaven, and here is the Emperor Taishang who has abdicated the throne." Shi Biao's neck slanted, and the corners of his eyes forced himself to argue.

The grace of the Shi family comes from today's son Zhu Qiyu, it can be said that if it were not for Zhu Qiyu's vigorous promotion, Shi Heng's current status would not be there, let alone his Shi Biao's rocket-like promotion now.

Therefore, he Shi Biao obviously knew that in these matters, he was the son of today, but he had to continue to speak for him, why, just because his uncle took refuge in that master.

"Hmph, so what, now, everyone in the world praises the Emperor Taishang's heroic and resolute, and he is really a Ming Jun. Today's methods are corrupt and vicious, and he loses his identity as a monarch. In the market, there are rumors that if there is no emperor, there is no son of heaven today, and the son of heaven does not want to repay the favor, but revenge on him, hum...... Perhaps, the Son of Heaven will not only lose his identity as a monarch, but will also lose his qualification to be a monarch. Yang Jun smiled coldly.

"Bold maniac, you dare to slander today!" Shi Biao couldn't help but be furious, strode to the confinement room, and pointed at Yang Jun in the opposite room like a sword and shouted. His eyes were wide open, if it weren't for this iron railing, I was afraid that he was about to lose his mind now, and he might rush up and compete with Yang Jun again.

"Someone is afraid that you won't make it?" Yang Jun grinned, looking very hanging. "Among the Jingshi, Qingliu is scolding, and the people are scolding, can't Yang scold?"

Hearing Yang Jun's words, Shi Biao, who was full of anger, opened his mouth, but he couldn't let out a fart for a long time, as if someone had pierced a hundred or ten holes in his body, he was deflated, retreated to his bed stupidly, and sat down dejected.

Why? That's for a reason, of course. Because, there were many cultural people in the Ming Dynasty, and most of the cultural people were meritorious people. Besides, there are a lot of talents, lifting people, and they feel that if they don't get into the jinshi, they really don't have the face to be an official.

So, in addition to studying hard, I naturally have to find some entertainment, how to have fun? Girls? This one can be dried, but it costs money to drop. And if you soak home, then you have to pay for the money to raise it, so you can't go to soak every day.

-------------------- visit the Green House? You can do this, but it still costs money. Cultural people, what is good, naturally it is a good name, and how did the name come about, there are several places, one, that is, their own talent is outstanding, poetry and songs have outstanding characteristics, such people go to visit the green building, it is easy to be popular, maybe you can meet one or two Qing people, or the red people were provoked by it, and there was a good story, then the prestige of this brother can go up and down, and even some can directly brush to max.

And there is no money, there is no outstanding poetry and songs, and the appearance is very ordinary, so what about the largest proportion of readers, almost 90% of the readers? In other words, how to make a name for yourself before you step into officialdom? How can you make yourself as famous as those who have special skills? It's simple, one word: scold!

At least who to scold? Here, they are quite learned, but the people who scold people are all learned people, so they quickly mastered a trick: scolding officials. Moreover, it is better to scold the county officials than to scold the state officials; It is better to scold the state officials than to scold the provincial officials; It is better to scold the provincial officials than to scold the Beijing officials; It is better to scold the Beijing official than to scold the elder; It is better to scold the emperor than to scold the emperor.

But there are also those who can't be scolded, such as eunuchs, this thing is not an official. The eunuch doesn't want to clear his name, he doesn't want to be cheeky, you have to scold him, he won't be lazy to take care of you like officials, but will target you, and then arrest you and take your life, and they don't belong to the official system.

In a word, if the risk is greater than the income, a fool will do it, are the Ming scholars stupid? Of course not, they can all be called elites, so they won't go to two, let alone be stupid. It is natural to pick and scold the goal of small risk and large return.

Of course, this scolding word is not simply I ooxx your mother, I ooxx your whole family or something, such a scolding, too vulgar, not suitable for our identity as a scholar, and such a scolding, will directly let the official put you in prison to raise fleas to play, or, it is Jinyiwei who invites you to drink soul-breaking tea.

How to scold, hehe, we are scholars, scolding the emperor, naturally we can't use market slang, so what we have to do is to worry about the country and the people, to sue the government of the Son of Heaven, to point fingers, and to worry about the pain of people in the far away rivers and lakes, in order to gain fame and brush prestige.

That's right, this is what a cultural person, as a Ming Dynasty cultural person with a sense of responsibility and justice, should do the most when he is idle. It's a small risk, but it's difficult. Because the emperor hides in the Forbidden City all day long, it is the elder of the pavilion who shows up to prepare the edict, and it is the magistrate or the Beijing official who does the work, and if he wants to scold the emperor, he has to find a reason?

In the past, Zhu Qizhen squatted in the Forbidden City every day as an otaku, and everyone could only stare dryly. But now, after Zhu Qiyu, the newly enthroned son of the great tomorrow, ascended the throne, he made moves on the ground and frequently appeared in the eyes of the people of the world.

Seeing such a son of heaven who had come out of his own way, how could the scholars who wanted to scold the emperor and brush up his reputation and become famous, how could the people not scold with tears and gratitude?

(To be continued)