They passed through a few long corridors and steps.
Walking past a few large gardens, a few large ponds, and more than ten round gates on the walls, following behind the old butler, Hong Yi walked for the time it took to eat a meal before he arrived at the main residence in the middle of the manor.
"Once you enter the noble household, you are as deep as the sea." This phrase was the best proof of this in Marquis Wu Wen's residence.
Even if it was Hong Yi, if it wasn't for the old head steward leading the way, he would have definitely gotten lost, not knowing what was going on.
Of course, this was because he had been living in a corner for a long time and did not walk around the manor.
With his status, he could not walk around the manor too much.
In his memory, he had only come to the main residence with his mother when he was young. The Manor of the Marquis, which was as cold as knives and ice, was not his home.
"Why do I feel a little restless?"
Before arriving at the main residence, Hong Yi suddenly felt a little uneasy. He knew that it was because his father, Marquis Wu Wen's authority was too heavy. He did not know what he was going to say when he suddenly called him here.
"A scholar needs to be calm. Even if a mountain collapses in front of them, their expression will not change." Hong Yi thought to himself. He calmed down his anxious and fearful state of mind and followed the old butler into the main residence.
The main residence of the manor was built majestically. It was made entirely of large mugwort leaves and the floor was paved with limestone. It was as smooth as a mirror and as hard as iron.
In the main hall of the main residence, there was a row of ancient mahogany chairs. In the center was a huge set of words. The words were neat and straight, giving off a sense of pressure that made people follow the rules.
It was the word "Li".
Below the word "Li" was a large red sandalwood table that could fit four or five people lying on it.
There were many items placed on the table. They were all covered with bright yellow satin. It was obvious that they were items bestowed by the Emperor. They were all worshipped with incense.
On the large chair to the left of the table sat a person in brocade robes and a purple gold crown.
This person's sideburns were slightly white. His hands were pressed on the armrests of the large chair. They were as white as jade and untainted by even a speck of dust. He gave off a feeling that he held infinite power.
Wherever this person sat, there was a terrifying majesty that made people unable to look directly at him. They could only obediently lower their heads.
He was the real owner of the entire Marquis Wu Wen's Mansion, Marquis Wu Wen Hong Xuanji, the pillar of the imperial court, and Wu Sheng of the Da Qian Dynasty.
"Hong Yi, stand to the right. I have something to say to you."
Marquis Wu Wen pointed at the old butler who had brought Hong Yi in.
Hong Yi responded and walked to the right side of the hall. He said in a clear voice, "Father, what are your orders?"
"Hmm?"
As Hong Yi spoke, the old butler, who had retreated to the corner of the doorway, had a puzzled look in his eyes. He seemed to be a little surprised by Hong Yi's calmness. Even the eldest sons of the Marquis's residence, who had already married, were all trembling with fear in front of Hong Xuanji and did not even dare to breathe loudly.
"I heard that you wrote a poem for Princess Yongchun in cursive script? Why didn't you write it properly? Are you trying to show off your literary and poetic talents? Instead of reading the scriptures, you're doing these crooked things? "
Marquis Wu Wen said indifferently. His tone was very cold and made people who heard it tremble.
Even though Hong Yi was a scholar who would not change his expression even if a mountain collapsed in front of him, he still felt a chill and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Hmm?"
Seeing that Hong Yi did not answer him, Marquis Wu Wen grunted coldly.
With this cold 'hmm', the temperature in the entire hall seemed to have dropped a lot. Hong Yi felt his legs go soft and his whole body almost went limp.
If he had not practiced the Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength and had a stronger body, he would have gone limp in front of Marquis Wu Wen's majesty.
"Father is right. I won't dare to do it again."
Hong Yi lowered his head.
He knew that in front of Hong Xuanji, there was no way he could refute. Even if Hong Xuanji's reasoning was right, he had to submit.
Marquis Wu Wen was the most particular about the rules. Hong Yi knew that if he refuted, the lightest punishment would be a broken leg. If it was a serious punishment, he would be beaten to death by the family rules. This rule applied not only to him, but also to the eldest son of the first wife.
Marquis Wu Wen's household was strict and had rules. It was famous in the imperial court and was praised by some of the officials.
"Hmm."
Marquis Wu Wen grunted again, but this time it was not a cold 'hmm'. His tone was more gentle. Hong Yi suddenly felt the temperature in the hall rise and his calves no longer cramped.
"You have violated the family rules. Originally, I wanted to beat you 20 times, but you have a scholarly reputation. Moreover, the Enke Provincial Examinations will be held in the spring. Since you want to participate in the national ceremony, I will let you off for now. If you become a High Scholar, the punishment will be written off. If not, the family rules will still apply. "Marquis Wu Wen said expressionlessly.
"Yes, father." Hong Yi lowered his head again.
"Although the poem is not the standard, it shows the agility of a person's thinking. You have done a decent job with your poems. " Marquis Wu Wen then said, "You are already 15 years old this year. According to the laws of the Da Qian dynasty, you are already an adult. What are your plans?"
"Father, I want to learn archery and horsemanship. I hope that father will grant me my wish. "Hong Yi saw that the atmosphere had warmed up and so he boldly brought up his plans.
Archery, horse riding, and archery were things that Hong Yi could not afford right now. Although he had ten pure gold coins, he could not afford a good horse and a good bow, not to mention the fact that he needed a groom to take care of a horse. Hong Yi could not possibly take care of the horse himself.
Firstly, it was a matter of status. It would not be good for a scholar to be a groom.
Secondly, taking care of the horse was hard work. He had to wake up at night to feed the horse. It took too much time and energy.
"You haven't even read the scriptures properly, why would you want to learn archery and horsemanship!" When Marquis Wu Wen heard this, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he did not approve of Hong Yi wanting to learn archery and horsemanship. He rejected him immediately, "You should first read the scriptures properly. If you don't read the scriptures properly and want to learn martial arts, you are just a brute. Do not mention this matter again, understand? "
"I understand." Hong Yi did not refute.
"Alright, you can go now. Butler Wu, bring him to the cashier and withdraw 100 taels of silver. Let him prepare for the imperial examinations. "Marquis Wu Wen said before waving his hands," Go. "
… …
"Why don't you let me learn martial arts? Are you afraid that if I become a Grand Scholar and enter the army, I will be conferred the title of nobility? My mother might be conferred the title of nobility. That would break the rules of the Hou Mansion. "
On the way back to his own courtyard, Hong Yi closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
If he became a Grand Scholar and entered the army, he would be conferred the title of nobility. If his mother was conferred the title of nobility, then his mother's memorial tablet would immediately be on the same level as' Lord Compassionate Peace '. Even his father had to light incense every time the family offered sacrifices.
This was too much of a violation of the rules of the Hou Mansion. It was a complete change.
This was something that the strict Marquis Wu Wen could not tolerate.
Hong Yi guessed that this was the reason his father opposed him learning martial arts.
Even though Hong Yi was only an Elementary Scholar and was miles away from becoming a Grand Scholar and having military achievements, he was confident that he could do it.
"I must do it myself and fight for the title of nobility for my mother and let the entire Hou Mansion see it!" Hong Yi clenched his fist and thought to himself.
"But then again, Zi Yue is also Wu Sheng and a ghost immortal. But when I face him, why don't I feel as much pressure? Could it be because of my accumulated power? As expected, I don't have the strength and confidence. A scholar's principle of not changing expression even if a mountain collapses in front of him is a bit superficial! "
When he faced his father's authority, Hong Yi finally understood that he didn't have the strength. The calmness and righteousness of a scholar was a bit superficial.
"If I was Wu Sheng, I would definitely fight for what is right in front of my father. What is the most important thing in the world? Father and son can also fight for what is right. Even the ruler and officials can fight for what is right! "
"When a ruler makes a great mistake, remonstrate. If the ruler does not listen, then the throne will change! Father's principles of submission have deviated from the true meaning of a scholar. But, how can I fight for these principles? "
Hong Yi thought to himself.
When an emperor makes a great mistake, a scholar has to remonstrate. If the emperor does not listen and is stubborn, then you have to abdicate!
This is the true meaning of a scholar! It was a pity that without strength, these principles could not be used.
As he thought about it, Hong Yi walked back to his own courtyard. He closed the door and thought quietly. Looking at the table, he suddenly felt a little pity for the "martial scripture" that was burnt.
Hong Yi's gaze couldn't help but look at the brazier where the martial scripture was burnt.
"Eh? What's that? "
It would have been better if he didn't look at it. With one look, he discovered the dark golden scripture in the ashes of the brazier.
Hong Yi walked over and picked up the scripture with a pair of tongs. He discovered that the scripture was actually like a silk scroll. It was a big piece! It was extremely thin and densely covered with words. In the middle of it was a golden Buddha statue sitting in the void. Countless suns, moons, and stars revolved around it.
He didn't know what material this scripture was made of, but it couldn't even be burned by fire.
Hong Yi saw the name of the scripture.
"Amitabha Scripture"!
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