Walk through several long hallway steps.

Walking through several large gardens, passing through several large pools, and the portals of more than ten round gates and walls, following behind the old chief, Hong Yi walked for a full meal before coming to the main mansion of the Hou Mansion zhōngyāng.

The phrase "once you enter the Hou Gate, it is as deep as the sea" has been best verified in the Wuwen Hou Mansion.

Even if it was Hong Yi, if it weren't for the boss to lead the way, he would have to get lost, and he didn't know the southeast and northwest.

Of course, this is because he has lived in the corner for a long time and has not walked around the house.

His identity can't move around too much in the house.

In his memory, only when he was a child, he came to Zhengfu with his mother. This Hou Mansion, where people are as cold and warm as swords and frost, is not his home.

"Why can't you settle your mind a little?"

Before coming to the main mansion, Hong Yi suddenly felt a little uneasy. He knew that it was his father Wu Wenhou's majesty that was too heavy, and he suddenly called himself this time, and he didn't know what to say.

"Scholars should be calm, and the mountain will collapse in front of them and the face will not change. Hong Yi thought in his heart, calmed down his uneasy thoughts, and followed the old manager into the main mansion.

The main mansion of the Hou Mansion is built magnificently and mighty, and the ground paved with large artemisia leaves and bluestones in the Qing Dynasty is as flat as a mirror, and it is as hard as iron.

In the hall of the main house, there is a row of large mahogany chairs, and the zhengzhōngyāng is a huge pair of characters, and the font is upright, and there is a sense of oppression that makes people behave properly.

It's a "rite" word.

Below the word "li" is a large red sandalwood tribute table that can lie down four or five people.

There were a number of objects on the offering table, all covered with bright yellow satin, apparently gifts from the emperor. They are all offered with incense.

On the large chair to the left of the tribute table sat a man dressed in brocade and wearing a purple and gold crown.

This person, with slightly gray temples, pressed his hand on the armrest of the big chair, white as jade, spotless, giving people a feeling of infinite power.

As soon as this person sits, there is a terrifying majesty, so that people cannot face it, and can only bow their heads obediently.

He is the real master of the entire Wuwen Hou Mansion, Wu Wen Hou Hong Xuanji, the Sheji Stone Pillar of the Imperial Court, and the Martial Sage of the Daqian Dynasty.

"Hong Yi, you stand on the right, I have something to say to you. ”

Seeing that the old manager brought Hong Yi in, Wu Wenhou pointed with his hand.

Hong Yi answered, walked to the right side of the hall and stood up, and said loudly, "What do you have your father's orders?"

"Huh?"

Just as Hong Yi spoke, the old manager who retreated to the corner of the door looked puzzled, it seemed that he was a little surprised Hong Yi's calmness, even if he was the eldest son in the Hou Mansion who had already become a family, in front of Hong Xuanji, all of them were trembling, and they didn't dare to come out.

"I heard that you answered a poem to the county lord in cursive script? Why don't you use orthography? Sell off your writing and poetic talents? Don't read the scriptures and righteousness, and do these evil ways?"

Wu Wenhou said lightly, his tone was very cold, making people shudder when he heard it.

Even if Hong Yi clung to the truth that the scholar collapsed in front of him and did not change his sè, he also felt that he was swished. I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Huh?"

Seeing that Hong Yi didn't answer himself, Wu Wenhou snorted coldly.

As soon as this cold came out, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop a lot, and Hong Yi only felt that his legs and stomach were weak, and the whole person almost collapsed.

If he hadn't practiced the Bull Demon Powerful Fist and his body was stronger, this time Wu Wenhou's majesty, he felt that he would probably be paralyzed.

"My father's lesson is that I don't dare in the future. ”

Hong Yi lowered his head.

He knows that in front of Hong Xuanji, there is no chance to refute at all, even if your reasoning is right, you have to submit.

Wu Wenhou is the most disciplined, Hong Yi knows that if he refutes it, it is not uncommon for him to be beaten to death by family law if he refutes it. This rule applies not only to him, but also to the eldest son.

The Marquis of Wuwen's mansion was strict and well-behaved, and it was famous throughout the imperial court. It was also appreciated by some scholars.

"Hmm. ”

Wu Wenhou hummed again, but it was not cold, his tone softened a little, and Hong Yi suddenly felt that the temperature in the entire hall had risen a little, and his calves and stomachs were no longer turning.

"You're breaking family law in this matter. Originally, I was going to beat you with twenty sticks, but you have a meritorious reputation, and the opening of chūn after the year is the Enke Township Test, the national ceremony, you want to participate, so I will spare you for the time being. If you are successful, you will naturally write it off, and if you are not successful, the family law will be implemented the same. Wu Wenhou said expressionlessly.

"Yes, Father. Hong Yi lowered his head again.

Although poetry is not a formal scripture, it can see the agility of a literary thought. Your poems are still decently done. Wu Wenhou said again: "You are fifteen years old this year, and according to the laws of my Great Qian Dynasty, you are also an adult, what are your plans?"

"Father, I want to learn the art of bow and horse martial arts. I hope that my father will be perfected. Hong Yi saw that the atmosphere was a little relaxed, so he boldly put forward his plan.

Bow horse riding shè, Hong Yi can't afford to learn now, although he has ten red gold coins, he can't afford to buy a good horse and a good bow, let alone raise a horse, and he also needs a groom to take care of it. It is impossible for Hong Yi to take care of it himself.

One is the issue of identity, it is not good for a scholar to be a groom.

The second is that taking care of the horse is hard work, and you have to get up at night to feed the feed, which is very exquisite. It takes too much time jīng force.

"I haven't read the scriptures well, what kind of bow and horse martial arts to learn!" When Wu Wenhou heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he didn't agree with Hong Yi to learn bow and horse martial arts, and flatly refused: "You read the scriptures well first, if you don't read the scriptures well, you will learn martial arts, but you are just a reckless man." Don't talk about it again, you know?"

"Got it. Hong Yi still didn't refute.

"Alright, there you go. Manager Wu took him to the account room to pay one hundred taels of silver and let him prepare for the scientific examination. After Wu Wenhou said this, he waved his hand: "Go ahead." ”

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"Why don't you let me learn martial arts, is it because I am afraid that after I am admitted to the Jinshi, I will re-enter the army, and I may be knighted if I have made military achievements? ”

Walking on the way back to his yard, Hong Yi closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

If he is a jinshi, re-enters the army, makes military exploits, is knighted, and his mother is crowned, then his mother's spiritual position will immediately be placed alongside the "Ci'an Jun". Even his father had to offer incense at every family sacrifice.

This point is too damaging to the rules of the Hou Mansion. It's a sea change.

This is something that Wu Wenhou, who talks about rules, can't bear.

Hong Yi guessed in his heart that this was the fundamental reason why his father opposed his martial arts.

Although Hong Yi himself is still just a showman, and there is still a distance of 108,000 miles from Zhongjin Shi and military merits, he is very confident that he can do it.

"I must do it myself, fight for my mother the title of feudal king, and let the entire Hou Mansion take a look!" Hong Yi clenched his fists and said secretly.

"But then again, Ziyue is also a martial saint, and he is also a ghost immortal. But when facing him, how did I not feel so much pressure. Sure enough, I don't have the strength and confidence, and the reason that the great mountain of scholars collapses in front of me and does not change is a bit vain!"

When facing his father's majesty, Hong Yi finally understood that he had no strength, and the calmness and righteousness of the scholars were a little vain.

"If he is a martial saint, he will definitely dare to argue in front of his father. What is the biggest in the world is the biggest truth. Fathers and sons can also argue with reason. Even the monarch and the minister can argue with reason!"

"If you have a great mistake, you will admonish, and if you do not listen to it repeatedly, you will be transposed! Father's subservience to the principle deviates from the original meaning of a scholar. But how can I fight for these truths?"

Hong Yi thought to himself.

The emperor has a big mistake, and the scholars must dissuade him, if the emperor repeatedly does not listen and insists on going his own way, then you will be asked to abdicate!

This is the truth of a scholar! Unfortunately, without strength, these truths cannot be upheld.

Thinking about it, Hong Yi walked back to his small courtyard, closed the door and thought quietly, looked at the table, and suddenly felt a little sorry for the burned "Martial Arts".

Hong Yi's eyes couldn't help but look at the brazier that burned the martial arts.

"What's that?"

It's good not to look at it, but when I look at it, I find the scriptures of dark gold in the ashes of the brazier.

Hong Yi walked over and picked up the scripture with a fire clip. It was found that this piece of scripture turned out to be like a silk scroll, lifting up a large piece! It was extremely thin, and it was densely packed with words, and among it was a golden Buddha statue, sitting in the void, and countless rì moon stars revolving around it.

I don't know what material this book is made of, but the fire can't even burn.

Hong Yi saw the name of the scripture at a glance.

The Mida Sutra!