After worshipping Li Changfeng, Duan Pingsheng and others were divided into two batches, Jia Longyang first escorted Xu Boda back to the palace, and Shen Gong led the others to the Confucius Academy to pick up a person, the grandson of the previous chief steward of the palace, the "little stool" in Li Jiangnan's memory. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, the little stool is not his real name, but the nickname given by his grandfather, Li Jiangnan also likes to call him the little stool, because whenever he reads and recites, the little stool sits on the futon and listens with relish, and the thin figure is motionless, almost inseparable from a small stool.

The real name of the little stool is Zhu Zi, which sounds a little feminine, this is still the name given by Li Changfeng, because he was born on the day of the sunny sky, bright day, purple gas in the east and fire clouds in the west, it just so happened that the old housekeeper's surname was Zhu, and Li Changfeng simply added "purple" as his name. However, some people regard these celestial phenomena as a bad omen, because since then, the once prosperous Wuwang Mansion has shown signs of the decline of the Middle Way.

First of all, the parents of the little stool died for no reason, and then there was a protracted battle of Wanbei Mountain, which greatly damaged the vitality of the Wuwangfu, and then Li Changfeng colluded with the Taiping rebel party was exposed, and he was imprisoned, and the old housekeeper also lost his head, and since then the Wuwangfu has lost its status in Youzhou City.

Some unreasonable mediocre hearsay blamed the decline of the Wuwang Mansion on a little child, but Li Jiangnan, who watched the little stool grow up, categorically did not think so. He still remembers that when he taught the little stool to write his name, the child's eyes welled up with infinite longing.

He said.

"I don't believe that Uncle Li will rebel, I don't want my father and grandfather to die in vain, my name is Zhu Zi, I will definitely wear red and purple in the future."

Even Duan Pingsheng couldn't imagine that a childish little guy would say such bold words.

Wear red and purple to rank as minister! The little stool clearly wants to reopen the old accounts!

Li Jiangnan only cared about wiping his tears at that time, naturally he would not refuse, in order to make the little stool realize his wish, he gave it to him, and the little stool was not lazy, and when he was older, Li Jiangnan asked the housekeeper Shen to send the small stool to the Confucius Academy, he knew that he had a few catties and a few taels, and he was naturally not as good as Mr. Academy in terms of learning alone, and he always stayed in the lifeless palace, which was not a way after all. Shen Gong was taken care of by the old housekeeper in the past, he was grateful, and he had always been good to the small stool, but he also contradicted Song Zhi for this matter, and finally spent a lot of money to succeed.

Xiao Stool cherishes this hard-won opportunity very much, and he is also extremely competitive, even if his classmates are excluded in every way, his studies are always among the best.

Today happened to be the day when the academy was open for a holiday, so Duan Pingsheng and Shen Gong came by a detour. In Li Jiangnan's impression, the Confucius Academy is not a suitable place for studying, even if it has a great relationship with the Confucian Temple, but it seems to be vulgar. Duan Pingsheng sat in the carriage, looking through the curtain at this academy that was even more magnificent than the Xinwu Palace, and felt the same feeling in his heart.

At this time, there were many people waiting outside the courtyard gate, and they were faintly divided into three categories.

A kind of people like Duan Pingsheng, there are entourages surrounded by huge momentum, just like a peacock opening the screen to show off his status, the number of such people is not much, but they are all arrogant, and even the subordinates feel that they are superior to others and look down on others. The second type is the small rich family, the travel is not luxurious, but it is not cheap, these people gather together, both envy the powerful and despise the poor, the largest number of people, but also the most spineless, the topic rarely talks about the studies of the juniors, more is to carefully count which carriage is the most luxurious in the field, which carriage can not be lazy.

And the last group is the sparsely populated poor who endure the fingers of others, but most of them hope to one day become the one who can guide them. And the poor disciples who teach the academy for free because of their excellent grades are their hope, and these poor students with excellent character and learning are the key to the academy's striving for superior evaluation, and it is also the key for these lowly families to skip the dragon gate.

A body of knowledge to sell to the emperor's family?

Duan Pingsheng shook his head, this is the most disdainful place for him and Li Jiangnan, and they don't know how many catties and taels of literati are in the other most famous academy in the world?

After a while, the gate of the academy opened, and a group of little scholars rushed out, rushing to the front were the children of the powerful, it stands to reason that the small stool that the palace spent a lot of money on also belonged to this level, but Duan Pingsheng knew that there was no him in it without even looking at it. After picking up the child, the extravagant carriage left first, as if to avoid the plague, he didn't want to stay for a while, but a carriage stopped in front of the frame of the palace, opened the curtain and called Duan Pingsheng.

The ancestor of the speaker has a lot of connections with Wuwangfu, and he himself has been in the border army, he has heard about Lei Xingguo today, and he happened to touch the frame of the palace and couldn't help asking: "Lord, do you really want to wear linen and filial piety for that person?" ”

"It's General Liu." Duan Pingsheng saw the old man with gray temples but not looking old, and nodded lightly, "The silver has not been investigated for a long time, after all, it is the fault of the palace, I don't know how many people have died because of it over the years, I, the prince, have to show some thoughts after all." ”

Old General Liu was silent, looking at Duan Pingsheng's eyes flashing complicated thoughts, and he groaned: "Well, in that case, the old man will also go to pay homage tomorrow, they are all brothers who go into battle together to kill the enemy, really, one less to go." ”

The carriage was wrong and drifted away, and the child next to General Liu couldn't help but speak until he heard a sigh, and then asked curiously: "Grandpa, haven't you always been unaccustomed to that person?" ”

General Liu patted his grandson's little head and sighed: "I hate iron but not steel." ”

Duan Pingsheng waited in the carriage for a while, and when the schoolchildren were finished, he still didn't see any trace of the small stool, his eyebrows were raised, and Han Xiao wondered, "What about the people you are waiting for?" Is it gone? ”

Lifting the curtain and glancing at Shen Gong, the two immediately walked towards the gate of the academy, and Han Nuxia hurriedly followed. The academy guards wanted to stop it, but the four-clawed dragon suit on Duan Pingsheng's body was really dazzling, coupled with the gloomy face of the chief butler Shen Gong, who was faintly revealing his breath, the guards saw that they were busy and bowed their heads to say hello, where did they dare to stop it?

Behind the gate of the academy is a small courtyard, in the middle of which stands a statue of the master, and there is a gate around the statue, and behind the courtyard gate opposite the main gate, there is a small stool for the "children of the powerful" to practice. The Confucius Academy is very utilitarian and divides the students into three, six, nine and so on, and the lowest is naturally the poor disciples, who are far inferior to the descendants of the powerful, and the external environment is also the most beautiful of the latter.

After passing through the courtyard gate, the rockery is heavy, the pavilion lake is seated, the wind blows the white lotus and bows its head, the fish kiss ripples, the scenery is wonderful, and Han Xiao thinks that he has returned to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Relying on eyesight alone to find someone is naturally the most stupid and stupid way, the big butler Shen Gong immediately carried out ten successful forces, his sleeves were bulging, and there was a faint sound of the wind, which echoed in the heaven and earth, blowing up the white lotus, and scared away the swimming fish, I don't know what kind of exercise he used, but after a while, he suddenly closed the exercise, and his face became more and more gloomy and walked to a certain place, and the group followed the big housekeeper around left and right, and finally saw a scholar with a small bamboo basket on his back, and a certain teacher with a ring ruler in his hand.

Duan Pingsheng's face was immediately covered with frost, and Han Xiao frowned a little unbearably.

Because, the teacher was holding the ring ruler and smacked the palm of the small stool fiercely, and although the palm of the little stool was red and trembling, it still shook its head vigorously, holding back tears to prevent it from slipping into its eyes.

The well-dressed teacher looked dignified, but when he moved, he didn't care that the other party was just a ten-year-old child, and he slapped it hard, and saw the small stool that was thin but trying to keep it neatly dressed, and Duan Pingsheng's heart also boomed.

"Heaven and Earth Monarch Teacher! As a disciple of Confucianism, you should respect the ancestors of Confucianism, be loyal to the monarch and serve the country, respect the teacher, your parents are dead, I am your teacher, you should listen to me, otherwise you will have no respect for your elders! Mr. Teaching raised the ring ruler high again, his eyes were gloomy, and his tone was terrifying, "Let me ask again, take me a book from the palace, do you agree or not?" ”

Although the small stool was beaten to a bloody pulp, he did not hesitate as usual, and immediately gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Good! I'd like to see how much backbone you little thing can have! ”

Mr. Teach's voice was very strong, seeing that the ring fell again, the little stool was so frightened that he closed his eyes, thinking that even if he was killed, he couldn't steal a book from the palace, but the strange thing was that his body suddenly lightened, and he didn't feel the stinging pain in his heart anymore, and the little stool thought that he had been beaten to death, thinking that he had failed to fulfill his wish, avenged his family, and lived up to Brother Jiangnan's expectations, so he cried out loud.

Suddenly, there was a familiar warm feeling next to his face, and the little stool saw that it was Duan Pingsheng and Shen Gong, and quickly wiped away his tears and squeezed out a smile: "Brother Jiangnan and Uncle Shen are here, it's not good to have a small stool, so you have been waiting for a long time, let's go back, it's too late, Madam should be angry." ”

Duan Pingsheng patted the head of the little stool, he knew that the little guy didn't want to make it difficult for him, but looking at the appearance of the little stool's blue nose and swollen face, he realized that he was usually bullied, let alone beaten by his husband. If I haven't seen it before, forget it, but I can't stop seeing it with my own eyes.

Handed over the small stool to Han Xiao to take care of, and raised his hand to stop the agitation of the qi machine, Duan Pingsheng took a step forward, looked directly at the current teacher who had been arrested, and asked in a deep voice: "What a master of heaven and earth, I want to ask you, as a Confucian disciple, do you have the heart to respect the heavens and the ancestors?" Loyal to the monarch and the ambition to serve the country? The idea of respecting teachers? His parents died, and you, as his teacher, asked him to take books from my palace, and if he didn't agree, he would wait for him. ”

Duan Pingsheng's eyes lit up, and he saw that Mr. Teaching swallowed his saliva.

"What a disrespectful elder! You are such a ruthless elder, don't do it! ”