In front of the Guozi Prison, not long ago, more than a dozen new tablets were erected, and the seal was engraved with the Confucian scriptures copied by the new Huangmen Lang of the Hanlin Academy, for the world's scholars and scholars to observe and proofread, and the capital was a sensation, not to mention the civil officials, it was the old clan nobles who did not understand the literature and ink, and they also came one after another, in order to show "Chongwen".

Two middle-aged Confucian scholars successively took a carriage to the vicinity of the archway of Guozijian, probably because of the scorching sun, there were not many students who came here to copy the scriptures, but when the two of them squeezed in front of a stone tablet, they still waited for half an hour, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Under the monument, there was a young man with a small desk in front of him, his clothes were shabby, and he didn't know whether he was a scholar from a place from outside the city, or a down-and-out scholar who stayed in Beijing after failing the imperial examination and waited for the next spring festival of the Ministry of Rites. One of the middle-aged Confucian scholars bent down with great interest to admire the young scholar's hard work, the young man dipped in ink very little each time, and the pen was very fast, probably to save money, but the sketch was still meticulous, very beautiful hand.

The bent Confucian nodded slightly, while his companion Confucian did not look at the monument or the person, stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, and looked at the sky in the distance.

The young scholar had no distractions, occasionally put down his pen and rubbed his wrist, never looked up, and did not find the two senior scholars beside him, but even if the young man looked carefully, he could not recognize the identities of the two.

After staring down for a long time, the Confucian scholar who hung a piece of mutton fat jade pendant on his waist finally straightened his waist, moved slightly, and walked behind the young man.

The man known as Mr. Xie was speechless, nodded and said: "It's all here, but there are not many people who really stand on Xu Fengnian's side, except for Xu Yanbing, there are also white-clothed Luoyang and the woman in the red robe." Mrs. Deng just wanted to take advantage of Cao Changqing's own death before he died, and the two sides would definitely stop at the point. As for Cao Changqing's visit to Beijing, he probably wanted to say a few last words to Xu Fengnian, otherwise with Cao Changqing's temper in the past, where would he quietly enter Beijing, so this time he respectfully invited Yan Shenggong to come here, which is a big move. With Wu Jian and Chai Qingshan blocking it, plus Yao Jinhan and the three Zhao Gou, even if Xu Fengnian was determined to make a rebellious move, it would be difficult. Moreover, Xu Fengnian entered Beijing without permission this time, and he came to Cao Yun to open the ban, in fact, there is no need to be shocked in Tai'an City, a table and two stools can be finished talking. ”

The Confucian scholar standing behind the young scholar said calmly: "It seems that Mr. Xie said that His Royal Highness the King of Shu was missing." ”

Mr. Xie smiled and said, "With Yan Shenggong, Xie is too lazy to be sloppy. ”

The eyebrows of the contemporary Yansheng Gong were full of gloom, and he seemed to be a little angry, stabilized his mind, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Xie just hopes that Beiliang and the imperial court will be burned, so that the king of Shu assisted by Mr. Xie can take advantage of the fire?"

Xie Guanying, who was at the top of the list on the map of land dynasty immortals, smiled, put away his palm, and turned his head to look at the Yan Shenggong who was worried about the country and the people, "There is a loyal Gu Jiantang who holds hundreds of thousands of taels of Liao elite, and Zhao Bing's southern Xinjiang army is eyeing him, where is the turn of the King of Shu to take advantage of the fire to rob?"

As if knowing that it was not a good thing to completely annoy a Yan Shenggong, Xie Guanying no longer spoke provocatively, sighed and said: "I don't hide it, the King of Shu went north from Guangling Road to Beijing, and I didn't agree." Entering the capital, this is a place of wrong, assuming that Xu Fengnian is crazy and wants to kill, then will you Chen Zhibao escort or not? Stand by and watch, and afterwards spread the cold heart of the world, and it is no good to block it, even the secretary of the military department has been in office early, and now he is the king of Shu, even if he gets the title of a big pillar country that will not increase a single soldier, it will not be beneficial. At this time, Lu Sheng and Tang Tieshuang can be stronger, Chen Zhibao, Gu Jiantang, Yan Wang, these three are cicadas, praying mantis or yellow birds, only a thin line away, it is obvious who is more patient and who benefits more. ”

Yan Shenggong's brows furrowed.

Xie Guanying laughed softly: "Since the fall of the Great Qin, there are only two kinds of people in the world who don't care, the first is the common people who can only resign themselves to their fate anyway, and the second is the surname Zhang in the Yansheng Mansion, which has turned the world upside down, and the Yan Shenggong is still the Yan Shenggong." What happened to Longhu Mountain, Yan Shenggong didn't see it? The immortal lotus given by the heavenly people now has a few purple golden lotus flowers left. ”

Yan Shenggong said with heartfelt emotion: "The alternation of rise and fall is the trend of the times, but between rise and fall, I hope to be able to die less, especially some reading seeds." ”

Xie Guanying said with a slight sneer: "That's why I went to see Cao Changqing on the Guangling River? What happened? Did Cao Guanzi listen to Yan Shenggong? Yan Shenggong, Yan Shenggong, a scholar is a reader, but don't forget that there is also that person, a person has seven emotions and six desires, and the immortals in Taoist classics cannot achieve true immortality, and a scholar cannot always do one thing to read." Xunping Zhang Julu put down his books and walked into the temple, one died young, one was not guaranteed, there was a scholar named Xuanyuan Jingcheng in Daxueping, Huishan, trapped by love, and he didn't get out of a Huishan until he died, Cao Changqing was no better, he never really walked out of the Xichu Palace in his life, what Confucian saint and what Cao Guanzi, but it was just a chess edict!"

Yan Shenggong shook his head and said, "Mr. Cao is definitely not as unbearable as you Xie Guanying said. ”

Xie Guanying, who was called by his name for the first time, was indifferent, and sneered: "A woman who has been dead for so many years can't let go, how can she talk about being invincible in the end?

The contemporary sage of the Zhang family looked at this "bowl man" who looked down on the world's scholars and shook his head at him.

Xie Guanying laughed and left.

Yan Shenggong stood in place and muttered: "Sir, I am an unpredictable prophet to the world, save the people from fire and water, and when the national disaster is at hand, you might as well die first." You Xie Guan should just be a scholar who wants to write history by himself, a scholar. ”

The illustrious sage of the Zhang family turned around and was speechless for a long time when he saw the stone tablets. The scribe let out a muddy breath, presumably his wrist was finally unable to bear the pain, and then he realized the shadow, and turned his head to look at the strange Confucian standing behind him.

Yan Sheng Gong smiled at him and asked, "If you don't mind, I'll copy a paragraph for you?"

The Han Shi hesitated for a moment, as if he had made an extremely difficult choice, and finally nodded.

Yan Sheng Gong rolled up his sleeves, took the pen from the young man who shook it, sat cross-legged, and began to put it down.

Han Shi squatted down again, tilted his head to look, relieved, this senior's words are not elegant at first glance, and the rules are decent, although it does not make people feel ingenious, but there is nothing to make people shine with a sense of tranquility, but over time, it makes the young man float a sense of neutrality and peace.

But seeing that the senior who was sitting in a precarious position wrote more than 100 words without hurry, the young man was a little anxious, and reminded in a low voice: "Sir, can you write a little faster." ”

Yan Shenggong nodded and smiled, "Okay." ”

Seeing that he really sped up his pen and put down the pen, the young man who was very worried that the ink ingot was not enough to support the inscription quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but after the man wrote another two hundred words, the young man had to be cheeky and said, "Sir......"

Yan Sheng Gong apologized: "Got it, hurry up." ”

As time went on, the young people began to get anxious again. But it's just three things, he really doesn't have the cheekiness to talk about this kind senior reader, but he finally managed to occupy the position of copying the inscription nearby today, and he may not be so lucky tomorrow, there is a night ban in the capital, and there is only a country near the water

Zijian students, in order to make the government turn a blind eye, let them copy books at night. And even if he was lucky enough to study in Guozijian, he was really sorry for the money to buy lamp oil, so he could only have the opportunity to seize a place under the scorching sun.

Although he didn't look up, he seemed to sense the young man's anxiety, and the Confucian said as he put down his pen: "I really can't go any faster." ”

The young man probably broke the jar, gritted his teeth, and said with a smile: "Sir, there is no hurry. ”

And the middle-aged Confucian seemed to climb up the pole, and said seriously: "Writing, reading, and learning are all lifelong things, slow down, and more solid, so that you can slowly see success." ”

The young man with numb legs simply sat on the ground, and after hearing the rather sour words, he couldn't help but laugh: "What Mr. said is true." ”

While Yan Shenggong kept his eyes on writing with a pen, he asked with a smile: "Listen to your accent, is it the Beiliang clan?"

The young man hummed and said softly: "The late student is from Youzhou Rouge County, and he will fail to be selected." ”

Yan Shenggong continued to ask: "Why, didn't you go to Lord Chen, the regular attendant of the Zuo Sanqi, or Lord Yan, a scholar of Dongyuan Pavilion University? These people are all big people from Beiliang, and it is said that they have a lot of care for the scholars of Beiliang. ”

The young man said frankly: "It's not that I haven't thought about it, it's just that I can't enter the gate of Guozijian." And the university scholar's mansion and Chen Shaobao's house, it is estimated that it is more difficult, people in the capital say that the prime minister's concierge is a seven-grade official, and I am a thin-skinned person, for fear that I finally walked more than ten miles, and in the end I didn't even dare to knock on the door.

Besides, with the effort of traveling more than 20 miles back and forth, I might as well copy more scriptures. ”

Yan Shenggong smiled and said, "Listening to what you said, it doesn't look like an impatient person, what?"

The young man was embarrassed: "Don't you always think that if you write faster, you can use less ink ingots." We are not better than you people who read in the capital, and we also pay attention to what thick ink and light ink dry pen thirsty pen, like many fellow villagers who study hard in the cold window of Beiliang like me, write on the bluestone slab with their fingers dipped in water by the stream, is to write. Use reed poles on the ground

It is written, and in the winter in the heavy snow, it can also be written with a broom. Hey, when I arrived in the capital, even if it was snowing, where I lived, there was finally some snow at the door, and every household was cleaned early in the morning. ”

Yan Sheng Guild smiled heartily, and half-truths and half-truths quipped: "You said that the people in the capital pay a lot of attention, then I really want to tell you to pay attention, whether it is the examination or the palace examination later, what words to write is very knowledgeable, like in the early years when the Song family father and son presided over the imperial examination, the articles of the same talent, whether they wrote Song characters or not, the ranking was high." The next spring festival, no accident is the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Sima Puhua and the Ministry of Rites Zuo Lang Jin Lanting is in charge, among which Sima Shangshu's words, no one cared about before, after becoming the chief official of the Ministry of Rites, 'naturally' will spread more widely, although you want to copy although it is not easy, but it is not too difficult, remember that it is not a big mistake to abandon the Kai line. As for that Jin Saburo, he was arrogant and did what he liked in the matter of words, and he didn't mean anything. ”

The vendors selling sugar gourds in the capital dared to say that they had seen seven or eight Huang Zi Gongqing, and a Confucian scholar talked about it kindly, and the young man was not surprised, and he said gratefully: "The student remembers." ”

Yan Shenggong nodded and said, "It's not pedantic, it's good." Sour people can't do it. ”

The young man couldn't help but laugh again.

Yan Shenggong suddenly asked, "Last time in the palace test, it seems that there were no Beiliang scholars?"

The young man snorted, not talking. What the inside story is, Tai'an City knows it. On the one hand, the Liyang Imperial Court limited the number of places in the Beiliang Examination, and on the other hand, the last time Chunyu was catching up with the successful hereditary replacement of the new Liang King, especially the refusal to accept the holy decree and the imperial court was very stiff.

The young man thought for a while and said with a wry smile: "Of the five people who entered Beijing together at that time, four of them all went back in the spring of this year, and they will give us the return of the Beiliang Luodi Scholar to the side of the Ma Wei Post House, so the four of them gave me the rest of the money, in fact, their moral articles are no worse than mine." ”

Yan Shenggong wondered: "Why did you go back? The next time you try, you will be much better." Even if you don't know this...... The five of you have come all the way to the capital, why don't you stop fighting? Moreover, wasn't Beiliang about to fight at that time?"

The young man grinned and said, "That's why I went back." ”

Yan Shenggong stopped his pen, thoughtfully, turned his head and asked, "I take the liberty of asking, how is your King of Beiliang?"

The young man laughed at himself: "I am a poor scholar, except for two hometown county commanders in Beiliang, I have never seen any high-ranking officials, how dare I care about the good or bad of the beaked prince." ”

Yan Shenggong returned the brush to the Northern Liang Hanshi.

The two switched places.

The young man did not rush to put down his pen this time, glanced at the stone tablet that was close at hand, and then turned his head to the Confucian scholar who could not guess his identity and said, "Sir, do you know how many stone tablets we have erected in Beiliangshu? Maybe one day, there will be more words than all the stone tablets in the country." I stayed here, not because I was greedy for life and afraid of death, but because I was afraid that there were only Beiliang people like Jin Lanting in the temples of the capital, and I was afraid that the entire Liyang would mistakenly think that we Beiliang scholars were as unbearable as Jin Lanting! I have been weak and sick since I was a child, and if I go into battle to kill the enemy, I am afraid that I can only become the war exploits of the Beimang barbarians, but if I stay here, maybe I can only say this to Mr. and you today, but at the same time, maybe one day, even if Beiliang is gone, I can still say this to a hundred and a thousand gentlemen. ”

Yan Shenggong didn't say anything more, stood up, and after taking a few steps, he turned his head to look at the emaciated back of the young Beiliang scholar.

This young man who urged the Confucian scholar to write faster twice must have broken his head and never imagined that there could be several or even more than a dozen emperors in the world at the same time, but for eight hundred years, and even thousands of years later, the sage of the Zhang family, Yan Shenggong, has been passed down from generation to generation, and there is only one person in the world.

At this time, the young man who was concentrating on copying books did not notice that thousands of students had gathered at the gate of Guozijian, densely packed, and all of them were dumbfounded and watched him chatting with the "unknown" Confucian scholar.

Under the restraint of a large group of officials in Guozijian, no one dared to cross the Lei Chi and step out of the gate to disturb Yan Shenggong.

On this day, the contemporary Yan Sheng Gong left the capital.