"Self-cultivation and practice are called good deeds. Practicing words and sayings, the quality of etiquette is also. Etiquette is taken from people, and people are not smelled. Etiquette comes to learn, not to teach......"

Abu hung his head and listened to the lecture, a little drowsy. It's not that he doesn't want to listen carefully, it's just that he really can't lift his spirits at this moment. Zhuge Wanling said a word last night, and as a result, he copied the books in the library all night, and when the rooster crowed at dawn, he put down the pen and rubbed his sore wrist, and slept lightly for a while.

Sometimes he is actually a little aggrieved, recently the palace has to sort out the manuscripts, there are so many eunuchs who write books, and there are countless scholars and Confucians, he has homework to do every day, but he has been called to copy the book countless times, and his homework in the school has to meet Zhuge Wanling's examination at the end of each month, which is really tiring.

But thinking of this, he quickly raised his head again, patted his cheek, and said to himself: "Abu, you bastard, how can you blame Mr.? It is a gift from Mr. that you can sit in the school today, and it should be glorious for you to copy books, how can you be dissatisfied?"

At this time, the professor sitting at the top was saying, "If you seek the elderly, you must use a few rods to follow it." The elder asked, without giving in, and ...... rudely, "But seeing Abu's strange appearance, the old pedant, who was originally holding a bamboo slip, took a closer look at Abu, and suddenly shouted, "Abu!"

"Huh?" Abu was startled, and after realizing that it was the professor calling his name, he immediately sat up straight with the manuscript in his hand, and said, "Sir." ”

The professor stroked his silver beard, squinted his eyes, and said, "Tell me, what is the etiquette of the Son of Man?"

Abu was stunned, a little hurriedly fiddling with the bamboo slips, coughing awkwardly, looking for the part about the Son of Man, but the more panicked he was, the more he couldn't find it, so he could only rely on the fragments in his memory to say aback, "The husband is the Son of Man......"

The professor quietly looked at his embarrassed appearance, waved his hand, and said, "That's it, copy today's lesson three times tonight, and remember to give it to me tomorrow." ”

Above the school, a few laughs rang out.

"Yes. Abu replied with a sad face, letting out a long sigh at the thought of the manuscript he had not been able to finish yesterday.

He heard a few ridicules in his ears: "A cowherd baby, after all, can only herd cattle, and can't read the books of sages." ”

"You don't know. The imperial court opened a school and let these poor boys study, just to be a polite corporal and attract talents, if you really want to govern the country, where is the place of these 'untouchables'?"

"Untouchables?" Abu said to himself, lowly.

There was no need to guess, he also knew who were mocking him, in this Taixue Hall, it was not only them who were poor children, but also those children of the elite clan.

This was originally the result of the exchange of mutual interests within Jing Wu.

At that time, after several generations of civil strife, the various scholars were preaching the slogan of "Wu orthodoxy" to fight each other, if it were not for Zhuge Wanling to speak to the warrior clan Confucianism with the strength of one person, these people were speechless, and then through the interests of these divided scholars to pinch together, there would be no Jing Wu now.

And although these scholars were chaotic like a swamp when they were fighting, they were able to exert enough ability and efficiency when they gathered, and Zhuge Wanling was able to gather Jing Wu within five years, and finally govern the country to make the people rich and prosperous, and these scholars can be said to have contributed a lot.

In Jingwu's current court, most of the officials are from these scholars, and the combined power of these people is so great that even Zhuge Wanling has to pay enough respect and tolerance to these scholars.

And this school, which originally only had children from the Han family, was finally stuffed into many children of the scholar clan because of the admonitions of those old ministers several times. These children of the scholar clan were born with a golden key, where would they have any good feelings for these people who were born ordinary or even lowly?

With a bit of gloom in his heart, Abu, who had finished his day's schoolwork, stepped down from the wooden floor, put on the mille-feuille shoes of his father, exhaled, looked at the bright red sunset in the clouds, and slowly walked towards the outside of the school.

A few students who are usually good students came over and said, "Abu, let's go to Daming Lake in the evening, shall we?" I heard that there is a puppet show artist who has come recently, and he tells the story very well. ”

"Nope. Abu shook his head and said, "I have to enter the palace tonight, and Mr. has something for me to do." ”

In the school, there are not many people who can be called Mr. by everyone, after all, most of the professors in this school are among the few schools in Jing Wu, even if they are not, since they teach and solve doubts, they can also deserve to be a "sir".

But the "sir" in Abu's mouth is different from these, when it comes to entering the palace, everyone knows, this Jing Wu, which other gentleman in the palace? Naturally, there is only one prime minister who is admired by thousands of people, Zhuge Wanling.

Strictly speaking, these students in the school are all his students, but Zhuge Wanling is busy with state affairs, and it is impossible to come to the school every day to teach them, so a rule has also been formulated, four days a month, Zhuge Wanling will come to the school to attend classes and answer the students' questions.

For the poor students in the school, Zhuge Wanling can be said to have the grace of reinvention for them, so they also respect Zhuge Wanling very much, and even worship, knowing that Abu actually entered the palace to do things again, he naturally said with envy: "It's good." Abu, you are truly envious of us. Alas, it would be nice if I could go into the palace one day to do things for my husband, even if I was asked to polish the ink for him. ”

But soon someone scoffed: "It's still grinding ink." A few days ago, there was a beautiful news in the womb that Mr. was dealing with state affairs late at night, and the lord of the country personally stood beside him and sharpened his ink until dawn. Tell me, how can you be worthy of grinding ink for Mr.?"

The student retorted a little unconvinced: "Then the lord of the country can't polish ink for Mr. every day, why can't it be my turn?"

Abu shook his head and said, "Mr. has his own eunuch to grind ink, and the lord of the country was also on a whim that day, in the final analysis, it's just fun." ”

"Look, that's how you're different from us. The student laughed and said, "This kind of thing is only known to you so clearly, how many times have you entered the palace this month? Thirteen times, right? Someone in the school hall has privately said that you are now a closed disciple of Mr. and are ready to inherit the mantle." ”

Abu smiled bitterly and said, "What kind of mantle do you inherit? Mr. is less than forty this year, and he is still at the best age, not to mention what qualifications do I have?" Speaking of this, he was a little depressed, "I think I still have to join the army with Brother Changgong." ”

Someone responded, "That's not bad." Follow Brother Changgong to charge, even if he dies in battle, he also feels that this life is in vain, not to mention, maybe he can get a general back, and follow Brother Changgong to ride a high-headed horse from the city gate to enter, that majesty, my parents know, I am afraid that I will be dragged to the ancestral tomb to sweep the tomb that day, how is it also the glory of the ancestors. ”

"Glory Ancestor, I'm afraid there will be more bones buried inside. Someone said coldly.

Abu suddenly looked up, and past the student in front of him, he saw the figure wearing a brocade robe and an expensive jade belt around his waist. Looking up again, on that handsome and resolute face, the eyebrows almost flew high.

He looked at the few people like a creeping hare looking down on the ground in the air.

He was followed by several equally well-dressed students who followed closely behind him, looking arrogant.

"Sun Qing......" Abu said in a low voice.

Several children of the poor family were ridiculed by this proud child from the Shi clan, and naturally they were not very happy, and sneered at each other: "Yo, this is not the son of the Sun family." After all, we are not like you, we were born with golden locks, and when we grow up, our father arranges everything. But I wonder if you've been like a chick hiding under the old hen's ass since you were a child, and you pee your pants when you see the battlefield. ”

"You!" Several scholars beside Sun Qing stepped forward, their faces flushed with anger, but they were stopped by Sun Qing with one hand.

He looked at everyone coldly and said, "This Jing Wu is our father's Jing Wu, and it will also be our Jing Wu in the future, you people are like a few roadside wild dogs, but you have received a few mouthfuls of pity and laid down the meal, and you really think that you are the guests on the table." What is it that gives you that ridiculous hope? Is it true that you think that you can point out the country above the Jingwu court by recognizing a few words? Ridiculous. ”

The children of the Han Sect were all angry, and they all accused: "What is your Jing Wu? This Jing Wu belongs to our Jing Wu people!"

"Oh?" Sun Qing sneered, "Then what do you need officials to do in the court? Could it be that Jing Wu has to rely on the people themselves to govern?"