Jia Huan and Sect Master Fang chatted in the open space for about half an hour before they came out, walking briskly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ji Ming had been waiting for a long time in the street tea shop outside Fangfu, settled the tea money, and walked back with Jia Huan, "Pang Shiyuan's wedding will be held the day after tomorrow. Ziyu has been a little busier lately. ”

He didn't ask what Jia Huan and Sect Master Fang had discussed. This is the basic common sense of being a person and a friend.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "That's nature. I just talked to my teacher about the reform of Guozijian. The teacher promised to help. ”

"Huh? That would be great. Ji Ming laughed in surprise, "The mountain chief will definitely be happy to know it." "My heart is slightly warm. Jia Huanken told him about the matter, making it clear that he trusted him.

Jia Huan smiled and squinted at the house tiles in the summer sun.

If you want to do something, you will inevitably offend people. But it doesn't mean that if you offend someone, you won't do it. Instead, ask yourself if it's worth doing.

It is worth doing to reform the Guozijian, improve the knowledge of the inmates, and improve the employment prospects of the inmates.

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After Jia Huan left, Fang Wang finished the meeting and returned to the study.

Fang Ergongzi has been serving his father in Jinling, and when he came in from outside, he saw his father writing behind the desk, waited for a while, and said strangely: "Why didn't my father see a guest today?" There are also several guests you need to meet. ”

Fang Wang had a smile on his face, and said while writing: "You handled some trivial matters for me." Well, go and get Mr. Nakasan here. I have something to talk to him about. Send this invitation out for me. ”

"Oh." Fang Ergongzi took the invitation and looked at the cover, it turned out to be for Wen Sacrificial Wine, but wasn't this person close to Chen Shangshu's side? I don't know why, go out and run errands.

The maid at home came in and poured tea for Fang Wang.

Fang Wang drank tea, and the smile on his face never broke. He is recognized as the Tianwen Sect, but many scholars in the world are not convinced by him. There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts. It is very easy to say that you practice martial arts, pull it out and practice. How do you compare reading people? In the future, it will depend on whether he has won the literary award he established.

What a great idea!

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On the afternoon of April 25, the priest of the country, Wen You, came out of his home for lunch break, and instead of going to school, he took a sedan chair to the house of Fang Wang, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites.

The six departments of Nanjing are all idle officials. Usually have nothing to do, fashion books, and waiters are very idle. Like Grandmaster Fang, if he doesn't go to the six yamen every day, it's just a few painless scoldings from the imperial historian.

Fang Wangyin was about to go to the capital to serve as the president of the revision of "Emperor Zhou Yinghua", so he was in the city.

Wen You came to the door with an invitation card, and was soon introduced into Fang Wang's outer study. Fang Wang had been waiting for a while.

"Xiaguan has seen the great uncle." Wen You bent down to salute. Dazongbo is another name for the Book of Rites.

Fang Wang smiled and nodded, stretching out his hand to signal Wen You to sit down. The servant served tea and withdrew. Fang Wang chatted with Wen You for a few words, and said, "I invited Lord Wen over today, because I have something to discuss with Lord Wen." ”

Wen You felt strange in his heart, and said calmly on his face: "Please show the Great Sect Uncle." ”

Fang Wang glanced at Wen You, his voice was a little cold, "Some time ago, a prisoner hanged himself. Why is Lord Wen indifferent? Do you think you add a retake and everything will be settled? ”

Wen You was ready to defend himself, "It's not..."

Fang Wang waved his hand and interrupted him strongly, "I have read Zhang Boyu's reform plan. Very good. I'm supportive. It is suggested that Zhang Boyu directly give the court a fold. It's better for Lord Wen to countersign and co-sign. ”

There is no one who can be an official who is not wise. In an instant, I felt a cool breath rise up my spine.

If it was just Zhang Anbo's recital, of course he would not be afraid. Everyone knows that Zhang Anbo was relegated to Nanjing. And if you add the support of Fang Wang, who has recently been under the weight of the Son of Heaven, then the nature of the matter has changed.

If this reform is passed, if he does not countersign it, in the heart of the Son of Heaven, it will be about the same as that of an official in the corpse position, and with the style of the Son of Heaven, he will definitely have to move his position.

If he countersigns, regardless of the success or failure of Guozijian's reform, his responsibility will be smaller. But isn't that self-inflicted? It is equivalent to admitting mistakes to Zhang Boyu? Moreover, he also wants to become Zhang Boyu's subordinate.

Wen You's face was blue and white for a while, and he hesitated, "This..."

Fang Wang didn't urge Wen You, and drank tea slowly. For an official fan like Wen You, it is unknown how to choose without asking.

…

Pang Ze and Zhang Baifu's wedding took place on April 25. Jia Huan deployed the help of his subordinates. The scale is not large, they are all friends of the mountain chief Zhang Anbo, plus some relatives of Zhang Liangzhe's family. Understated but festive.

Zhang Anbo helped his disciples buy a set of small courtyards in the Great Gongfang. The wedding took place in a small courtyard. The flowing water banquet is also a banquet for the left and the right.

That night, it was more surprising that the priest of the country, Wen You, came to attend the wedding. Drank a few glasses of wine.

Four days later, after returning to the door, Pang Ze took his newlywed wife back by boat to the north and went home to meet his parents. Jia Huan, Zhang Chengjian, Ji Ming, and Master Tian were sent to the Jinchuanmen Wharf outside Jinling City, watching the sails disappear into the Yangtze River.

The river is surging eastward. In early summer, the docks are still bustling and noisy. Jia Huan and a few people sat in the restaurant outside the dock. The shopkeeper served the wine and food. The four of them were at the table near the window, watching the dense sails on the river and the laborers on the dock who resisted the goods with their bare arms. The atmosphere was slightly silent.

Master Tian said with emotion: "Brother Shiyuan got what he wanted." The spring breeze is proud. He thought of his old wife and young son at home. I sighed in my heart.

Zhang Chengjian and Master Tian had a drink, "Why is Brother Tian acting like a child?" Next, it's time for us to make big moves. ”

Wen Xijiu has confessed his mistake to his father and agreed to the reform of the country. And Pang Shiyuan left, Jia Ziyu wanted to concentrate on studying. They have to do all the things they do. His heart was uplifted and he wanted to make a difference.

Jia Huan smiled and shared a drink with everyone.

Ji Ming smiled slightly, and his heart was happy. In fact, the mountain chief wanted to wait for the transfer of the warm sacrificial wine to see if there was a chance. The mountain chief is not aggressive. However, Ziyu is directly in one step. Grandmaster Nafang pressed the temperature of the sacrificial wine. The warm sacrificial wine directly confessed.

Some people are honest by banging and knocking!

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The news of the imminent reform of Guozijian also spread throughout Guozijian in a very short period of time. It mainly involves the three major aspects of examination, study, and class placement, and at the same time, there is also the news of the establishment of the Education and Auxiliary Bureau and the recruitment of 20 probationary students. This matter also involves the Ministry of Rites. The inmates would go to the Ministry of Rites to copy the papers of the township examinations of the past years.

Therefore, the news spread in the Nanjing Sixth Department, the Nanjing Garrison Division, and the Nanjing Metropolitan Procuratorate. At the same time, it spread in Jiangnan officialdom. Many scholars are paying close attention to the publication of supplementary books. There was such a thing in the former Ming, but it was later banned.

However, at the time of the turmoil of Guozijian, the most lively event in Jinling City at the end of April was the Oiran Contest that began on the 28th. Mochou Lake is full of flowers, and beautiful people gather. The scholars who had just finished the government examination indulged in a carnival. Scholars from Yangzhou, Suzhou, Songjiang and other places also gathered. The streets are full of scholars discussing the difference between famous prostitutes and beauty and ugliness.

If the earthquake and reform of Guozijian is an inconspicuous corner that not many people pay attention to, then the Oiran Contest is more like a grand gathering of citizens and scholars. But this is only a partial picture.

The most influential event in Jinling City is: Fang Wang's visit to Beijing.

On May 3, Fang Wang, the secretary of the Nanjing Ministry of Rites, took his family and bought a boat to go north to the capital to preside over the revision of "Huang Zhou Yinghua". The officials and gentry of the city came to see them off. As long as the revision of the book is completed, it will be a moment that will be remembered in history.

Jia Huan, as the youngest person to be selected by Fang Wang under the pressure of Shilin's public opinion, was also in the crowd of people who saw him off.

On the dock outside the cool gate, a two-story ship listened steadily. The servants of the Fang family carried their luggage back and forth.

On behalf of the people in Nanjing, the people in Nanjing were Chen Gaolang, the secretary of the Nanjing Ministry of Officials, and Deng Hong, the Nanjing garrison and Zheng Guogong. Then I looked at it and saw a one-color scarlet robe. In front of him are embroidered brocade chickens, peacocks, lions, and tigers.

There are: Nanjing Hubu Shangshu Weihong, Nanjing Metropolitan Procuratorate Zuodu Yushi Zhang Jingwei, Nanjing Ministry of Rites Zhang Anbo, Nanjing Ministry of Officials Lang Baping, Nanjing Ministry of Industry Lang Pi Jingye, Jinling Prefect Jia Yucun, President Zhen Yingjia, Guozi Priest Wine Wenyou and others.

Jia Huan followed the local celebrities and scholars to huddle together. Beside him is Mr. Zhongsan, a famous man in the south of the Yangtze River, who is good at painting skills, scriptures, and poetry. There are also Li Liangji and Ding Ang, two of the four great talents in Jiangnan. There are also a number of scholars in their thirties and forties, all of whom are literati who come and go on a daily basis by Grandmaster Fang.

Among the people who came to send it also included the Zhengyin officials of Shangyuan County and Jiangning County in Yingtianfu County, the senior officials of Zhishi, local scholars, fathers and elders, etc. The wharf was full of black pressure.

Directly in front of the pier. Chen Gaolang is sixty-five years old, which is not too old for a high-ranking official in the second grade. But he is already drooping and old, hunched back, gray hair, wearing a scarlet official robe, and said: "Mr. Wangxi has the hope of the world, and this entry into Beijing will definitely be able to leave cultural treasures for future generations and show the elegance of our emperor Zhou." ”

Fang Wang smiled and said, "Lord Xie Chen's auspicious words." ”

He doesn't have much contact with Chen Gaolang on weekdays. Not in a circle. However, when it comes to farewell, it is still very comfortable to hear the words of blessing.

Fang Wang said a few words to Chen Gaolang and Deng Hong, and after making a fuss, he boarded the boat and left freely.

The river breeze is blowing. The boat started slowly, and the wharf was full of people.

"That's how a husband should be!"

Jia Huan heard the sigh of a scholar in his ear, and he was amused, looking at it, today's picture is basically a gathering of the highest power figures in Jinling City.

He studied in Jinling City and has always kept a low profile. Only today can it be regarded as standing in the corner of the highest power stage in Jinling City.

The crowd gradually dispersed. The officials of the six departments all sat in the sedan chair, and the officials and the sedan chair drivers had already raised flags to open the way.

Jia Huan was about to leave, and was tapped on the shoulder a few times, "Little guy, your teacher left Jinling, why didn't I see you chanting poems?" ”

Jia Huan bared his teeth a little. It was Mr. Nakasan, an old man in his fifties, wearing a white Confucian shirt, looking at him with a smile. After he came to Jinling, he attended a banquet held by Grandmaster Fang, and met Mr. Zhongsan, the second literati in Jinling City.

Jia Huan bowed and said, "I feel something, but I can't make a poem." I beg your pardon, sir. "Is it necessary to be in the limelight on this occasion? He's just a lifter now. If the false fire is too high, the worse it falls.

Mr. Zhongsan looked at Jia Huan and smiled, he learned from his friend Fang Wang that it was this young man who suggested the establishment of a literary award, evaluating the articles of the National Dynasty over the years, and dominating the literary world. This boy is not as ordinary and harmless as he seems. The scheming and wisdom are all first-class. Isn't the warm sacrificial wine ready to be beaten, pinching his nose and being Zhang Boyu's subordinate?

"This year's Oiran Contest is presided over by the old man, and when the rematch comes, the old man invites you to come to the Shengqi Building to make a few high-quality beauty words."

Jia Huan reluctantly agreed: "Okay." ”

He also wants to leave a few fine beauty lyrics to use on the right occasions. For example, praise Lin Qianwei Lin's great beauty.

…

The national prison will be restructured, and the people's hearts will fluctuate. Jia Huan's career as a national eunuch came to an end, and he studied and reviewed at home.

As for the Oiran Contest that was being held on Mochou Lake, Jia Huan was not very interested. At his age, he went to the Qinglou to find himself unhappy.

After dinner, the courtyard is filled with cicadas. The candle-lit living room was a little stuffy. Jia Huan, Daiyu, and Aunt Pei sat at the round table eating tea and chatting.

Zijuan combed her maid's bun and wore a delicate pink and white tooth-pinching vest, standing behind Daiyu, and asked curiously: "Third master, you... Are lingerie styles sold? (To be continued.) )