Wang Ziling cupped his hands in greeting, "Brother Jiang, please do not belittle yourself. I am not as good as you in writing."
Chancellor Chen then shook his head, "Liu Min is not bad, but his policy theory is somewhat biased. He does not understand the current situation in the court, and is too extreme."
"I think Jiang Chao is not bad," Chancellor Chen interrupted him, "I have seen his essays, and they cover all aspects. He can be considered a talent."
As they spoke, the surrounding scholars heard this and surrounded them with smiles, "Brother Mo is treating us, why not invite us together? You are really too stingy."
"This..." Chancellor Song also frowned, "Liu Min's family is poor, so it is natural that he knows nothing about the court."
Liu Min was not the only one writing. In the Jiang fu, Jiang Ruan put down her brush, and Bai Zhi lifted the Xuan paper on the table to blow on it. Lian Qiao said, "Do you want to send that boy again?"
Mo Cong laughed heartily, "You actually said that I am stingy. Fine, today I will be generous and invite everyone together, so that I will not let down the friendship of being classmates!"
"Indeed, Mo Cong, Wang Lingping, Liu Min." Chancellor Song muttered, "These three have outstanding results in the Four Books and Five Classics, laws and decrees."
Liu Min returned to the Guozi Institute's study dormitory. He was the only one there. Although the Guozi Institute had its own dormitory, it was still a far cry from the scholars' own residences. The scholars did not want to live in the dormitory, so Liu Min took advantage of it and lived alone in a large and spacious room.
A group of people chatted and laughed as they walked out, all youths in high spirits. Behind them, there was one person who had fallen behind the main door of the Guozi Institute. This person was tall and wore a faded blue robe. His features were delicate and fair, but there was a hint of loneliness and indignation. He looked at the back of the crowd from afar, and a trace of disdain flashed across his face.
"Miss, this matter is really inappropriate," Lu Zhu said hesitantly, "What if someone else finds out? After all, it is a strange man, and such a private letter..."
The green-clothed youth giggled. "If the two of you continue to be so modest, we'll have no choice but to jump into the moat." This person was none other than Mo Cong. At this moment, he seemed to be in a very good mood. He waved his hand and said, "I've been reading so many books these days that my head hurts. Why don't we go and have some fun? I'll be the host today. Let's go to East Wind Pavilion for a small gathering. What do you think?"
Jiang Ruan smiled faintly and did not reply. Presumably, Liu Min was reading her first letter. In her previous life, Jiang Ruan clearly remembered the top three: Wang Ziling, Mo Cong, and Jiang Chao. Liu Min only got the eighteenth place, but three years later, there was news that the chief examiner had been bribed. The emperor was furious and punished the chief examiner. Among the articles from that year, Liu Min was the only one that caught his eye. From then on, Liu Min was promoted to a Secondary third-rank official and was promoted step by step until he finally became the imperial tutor.
The end of the year had just passed, and the sun seemed to have a hint of spring in it. It had been sunny for several days, and the capital was bustling with activity. There was a joyous atmosphere everywhere.
This was the Liu Min that Chancellor Song and Chancellor Chen mentioned. Liu Min was different from the other scholars of the Guozi Institute. He was not the son of a noble family. His family was poor, and there was only his widowed mother in the house. His mother had an old friend who was a noblewoman in the capital. Thus, she thought of a way to get Liu Min into the Guozi Institute. Liu Min's mother had a strong sense of self-esteem all her life. For the sake of Liu Min's admission, she had sought help from her old friend for the first time. Ever since Liu Min had entered the institute, he had vowed that he would stand out and repay his mother's kindness in raising him.
After the morning classes, the students walked out of the Guozi Institute in twos and threes. The one walking at the front was Jiang Chao. At this moment, he was beaming as he chatted with two good friends beside him.
Chancellor Song also smiled and agreed.
Jiang Ruan nodded, "I will go later, after today."
"Wang xiong's knowledge of the classics is becoming more and more proficient, making this younger brother feel ashamed of his inferiority." Jiang Chao's face showed a faint sense of shame.
After he finished writing, he lifted the Xuan paper from the table and blew on it. However, he was troubled. He did not know who the owner of the letter was, and he did not know who he should write to. After staring blankly for a moment, Liu Min shook his head and laughed at himself for being possessed. He put the Xuan paper into the envelope, and after some thought, he directly placed it on the desk, treating it as a joke.
However, the students of the Guozi Institute were not in the mood to bask in the joy of the new year. They were all preparing for the imperial examinations that were to be held ten days later. Inside the room, the students were in a heated discussion while the Chancellor of the Institute was talking to Chancellor Chen.
Chancellor Chen's gaze moved slightly, and then he slowly smiled, "What you and I have said does not count. In the end, it is still His Majesty's idea."
He placed the textbook on the desk, but when he turned his head, he was stunned for a moment. He did not know when, but there was an envelope on the desk. Only the Guozi Institute's children could enter the study room when they were cleaning, and he did not know who had placed it there. Liu Min hesitated for a moment, but still walked over to open the envelope. As soon as he opened it, a snow-white piece of paper fell out.
After Chancellor Chen heard this, he did not immediately reply. After a moment of silence, Chancellor Song cautiously looked at him and hesitantly asked, "Daren, do you feel that something is wrong? Please enlighten me. "
Chancellor Chen was in his forties, but his hair had already turned white, making him look like an immortal. Stroking his beard, he said, "Let's hear it."
"For this imperial examination, this lowly official thinks that there are a few people who are not bad." Chancellor Song looked inside.
Most of the nobles in the Guozi Institute were idlers, but they had an undeserved reputation. Liu Min looked down on them from the bottom of his heart. The only person that he thought was not bad, Mo Cong, was the son of a rich family, and would not associate with a poor person like him. Thus, Liu Min became a weirdo in the Guozi Institute, and was always a loner.
This was to ask for advice. Normally, the students of the Guozi Institute would do this as well. Whenever there was a question that they did not understand that needed to be discussed, they would write a letter with their questions. This was a method of scholars, and at the same time, it was fun. However, because of Liu Min's identity, no one had ever taken the initiative to discuss a question with him. There was no signature in the letter, so he did not know who wrote it. Liu Min thought for a while, but still had no clue. Looking at the handwriting again, it was natural and elegant. It was said that looking at the handwriting was like looking at the person. At first glance, the handwriting was sharp, but on a closer look, the strokes were smooth, and there was an unfathomable feeling. For a moment, his competitive spirit was aroused. He found a piece of Xuan paper from the desk, found some ink to grind, and picked up the brush to write.
It was just that the ordinary Xuan paper was very rare compared to the Pear Blossom paper that the nobles in the Guozi Institute paid particular attention to. Liu Min bent down to pick it up. Just as he opened it, he saw a line of strong and sharp handwriting: In the past, the saints ruled the country with propriety, and the country flourished. After the saints passed away, the country declined. Propriety was the right way to rule the country. However, there was also a saying: Although propriety is good, it is difficult to restrict the people. Only by law can the world follow suit, and there will be peace and prosperity. I am an idiot, and cannot understand it. It is Junxiang's ear.
Lian Qiao asked, "Speaking of which, it is strange. Since Miss has never seen it, why did you write these things with him?"
Chancellor Song shook his head, "Too smooth, and only knows empty logic, it may not be a good thing."
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