Professor Feng naturally doesn't know what "lazy cancer is in the advanced stage", and the students he teaches have never talked nonsense to him so seriously, and he is still doubting in his heart, is this really a strange disease that he has never heard of?

"Can't be an official's illness?"

Li Mingzhu's eyes showed a strange look, and as for Dong Zhifu, who had been standing next to him without speaking, his face began to darken a little. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The scholar in front of him was obviously uninterested in fame and fame, and he didn't want to be a small scholar, and made up this "stubborn disease that can't be an official" to prevaricate Professor Feng, and Professor Feng actually believed it!

If Princess Yongle was not present at this moment, for the students under his jurisdiction who did not want to make progress and were willing to fall, Governor Dong would have been unable to help but reprimand, if everyone was as tired and famous as him, how would the country select talents?

"That's it, since you are sick, then let's recuperate, and I'll talk about this later." Professor Feng shook his head and said with some sighs.

In the school of government, there are also students who have participated in the imperial examination over the years, and after repeatedly failing to pass the examination, the whole person will become in a trance, and later he will go crazy, and some people have suffered the blow of failing for a long time, and they can't afford to be sick, and they have a headache when they pick up the books......

Professor Feng has been an official for many years, and he has seen a lot of such things, and subconsciously attributed Li Yi to this kind of person.

Fame is important, but if you give your life for fame, it is not worth it.

Hearing Professor Feng's words, Li Yi was slightly stunned.

This adult, actually really believed?

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt in his heart, and it was really a little uncomfortable to deceive such an honest man......

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"I can't imagine that there is such a strange disease in the world, Xia Guan is really lonely and unheard." After walking out of Ruyi Fang, Professor Feng sighed, and there was still a strong regret in his tone.

"Do you really think he's telling the truth?" Dong Zhifu looked at him strangely and said.

The scene just now resurfaced in his mind, and Governor Dong had to admit that aside from Princess Yongle, after this incident, his impression of the scholar was even deeper.

"What does Governor Dong mean?" Professor Feng looked at him with a puzzled expression.

A moment later, a man suddenly flared up on the street attracted the attention of many people.

"This erector dares to deceive this official!"

Professor Feng was furious, he had been in charge of the school for so many years, and when all the students saw him, which one was not respectful and polite, how could he have encountered such a stubborn person?

At this time, Professor Feng's heart was extremely suspicious, was the "Disciple Rules" really written by him?

It is a great shame and humiliation for Professor Feng's face to show anger, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to turn back, and said angrily: "Hmph, this kind of stubborn person has seen a lot of this kind of stubborn person, it is a rotten wood, and the official will definitely make him repent!" ”

Over the years, I have taught countless students, and I have encountered a lot of stubborn people, and Professor Feng has a little obsession with Li Yi and Professor Feng.

"That's it, I'm afraid he has no intention of making a name for himself at all, no matter how much you and I say, I'm just playing the piano to the cow." Governor Dong shook his head and grabbed him in time.

Since the other party has no intention of being that scholar, they are not easy to force, not to mention, there is still that person in the store, it is even more difficult to make Professor Feng troublesome.

Professor Feng didn't know her identity, and it wouldn't be good if he said the wrong thing and bumped into the princess.

Just when Professor Feng was angry in his heart, but he was not good at disobeying Governor Dong's mansion and was extremely depressed in his heart, in the store, Li Yi sat lazily on the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and drank tea, leisurely to the extreme.

"Why don't you want to be that scholar?" Li Mingzhu held the saber to his chest and looked at him with interest and asked.

Since the imperial examination system was introduced, isn't the reason why students who have worked hard to study is to be able to win the title of the gold list and win an ordinary official position?

Scholars who are unwilling to be officials are rare.

Li Yi pursed his lips, swallowed a sip of tea, and said: "What's so good about being a can't be a scholar, there is no rank, it's boring to be called and drunk all day long......

If you want to be an official, at least you have to be a county order, and if you don't have a county lieutenant, what is it to be a school official? ”

If you want to gain a foothold in this world and not be bullied, you must know how to hug your thighs, but instead of hugging other people's thighs, it is better to become your own thighs.

You don't need to be a big official, even if it's a small county order, at least you won't be bullied casually, right?

As for the scholars, they were never on his radar.

"A county magistrate is directly appointed by the son of the day, and the official position of the seventh grade is taken among the scholars, if you want to be a county magistrate, why don't you go all out to gain fame? Even from the county lieutenant of the eighth grade, most of them have made great achievements, and you are a small showman, and you don't even have the qualifications to record in the Ministry of Officials, so it is naturally impossible to become a person. Li Mingzhu looked at him and said lightly.

Li Yi didn't open his mouth this time, he just said casually, with his lazy temperament, he really wanted him to take care of things, I was afraid that he would find it interesting at first, and he would definitely get bored after a long time.

"Gone......"

The female catcher didn't ask any more questions, drank a small jar of wine, threw down two words lightly, and continued to go out to patrol the streets.

"County Lieutenant ......"

The moment she stepped out of the door, the corners of her mouth curled up and disappeared in an instant.

The prefect's yamen, who had just returned to the prefect's mansion in the mansion, carefully read the chapter that had already been written several times, and after checking that it was correct, he sent it out quickly.

With the distance from Qing'an Mansion to Kyoto, it can be two days as fast as it is three days or three days as slow, and this piece of music can be presented to the desk of the Son of Heaven.

Enlightenment is no trivial matter, although as the prefect, he can make decisions on all matters in the house, but if you really want to implement the "Disciple Rules" in Qing'an Mansion, you have to get the approval of the Son of Heaven first.

Of course, before writing this letter, he already knew that this matter was just a process.

The "Disciple Rules" is indeed very beneficial to children's learning, and when today's son is not a pedantic and conservative person, if there is no accident, in a few days, there will be good news from Kyoto.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, the female catcher was about to enter a certain exquisite courtyard, and a female official greeted her from afar.

"Princess ......"

Not long after, someone came out of the courtyard and sent a letter to the station.

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Although the store in the palace has also opened, but because of the out-of-stock a few days ago, Ruyi Lu is still in short supply, just after noon, the Ruyi Lu in the shop is sold out again.

It's a little boring to stay in the store, leaving a few girls to watch the shop, of course the old party has to keep it, Li Yi is alone, and walks out of the shop slowly.

"Uncle, where are you going?" The old man looked up and asked.

"Go back to the village and eat hot pot ......"

He replied lazily and walked in the direction of the car shop next to him.

"Hot Pot ......"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and wiped his saliva with some interest, although he didn't know what this "hot pot" was, but every time his uncle mentioned the word "eat", he couldn't help but salivate.