"Mencius said: 'Ignorance of etiquette, unrighteousness of righteousness, a great man should not do it.'"
"Mencius said: 'There are things people do not do, and then they can do something.'"
"..."
It was approaching noon, and there was a constant sound of books in the school.
As the Master clapped his hands gently, all the students stopped and looked at the Master.
The master said: "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. Does anyone among you know the origin of this festival?"
The schoolchildren looked at each other in confusion, as if they only remembered the taste of the rice dumplings, but did not know the origins behind it.
At this moment, a schoolboy in white clothes stood up from the last row and saw him: "He has a clear face and handsome appearance, and his lips are as if they were greased; a gentleman is as elegant as jade, and he is as elegant as ever."
When the master saw him standing up, he smiled slightly and said, "Song Ming, please tell me."
Song Ming bowed his hands and said slowly: "Thousands of years ago, Qu Yuan, a semi-saint of the Chu Dynasty, broke through the realm and ascended to heaven. Unfortunately, he died in the Miluo River. The people of the Chu Dynasty were in great mourning, so they went to the Miluo River to throw rice dumplings on this day to pray for the Shui tribe to accidentally injure Qu Yuan. The body has been widely circulated for thousands of years, and all the nine dynasties in the eastern region used it as a festival and used rice dumplings as sacrifices."
The master nodded and said with a smile: "It is exactly what Song and Ming said. Although you may temporarily focus on memorizing, you must not forget to be knowledgeable to understand the reason, and to be quiet to cultivate your character. Today is a festive day, and you may have cooked fragrant rice and fresh rice dumplings at home. It makes you half-hearted and difficult to write and write. That’s it for today, let’s get off to school!”
The schoolchildren suppressed the joy in their hearts and stood up respectfully to salute the Master: "Thank you, Master!"
The master also stood up and returned the courtesy, then turned and returned to the back hall.
"Oh ho!"
As soon as the master disappeared, the little guys burst into laughter, hurriedly packed up their books and ran home.
Qingyi now lives with her mother next door to the school. This was proposed by the Master on his own initiative, in order to protect their mother and daughter.
Bu Du and Zi Xiu walked up to Qing Yi and rushed to say:
"Qingyi..."
"Come to our temple today. The meat dumplings cooked by Master are delicious!"
"Amitabha, it is really sinful for monks to eat the flesh and blood of living beings. Sure enough, you Taoist priests are all fake Taoists, you are such villains!"
"If we cultivate our hearts but not our mouths, how can we, the bald donkey monks like you, realize the realm? You are just sanctimonious and pretentious!"
"you……"
"you……"
When the two disagreed, they were about to fight, but Qing Yi scolded her gently: "You two, stop making trouble, I'm not going anywhere, I want to go home to be with my mother!"
After saying this, Qing Yi left.
She has been worried since she was almost killed that day. Later, the master asked them to move next to the school, and my uncle's family also disappeared.
Qing Yi could guess that all this was related to Ye Ling. It's just that Ye Ling hasn't come back to see her for a long time. The letter he left for her only said that he was going to do something and it would take some time before he could come back, so that she could listen to his wife and mother.
"Brother, where have you been? Qingyi misses you so much!" Qingyi held a hairpin in her hand and walked towards her new home.
Seeing Qing Yi like this, Budu and Zixiu didn't dare to make her hate her any more, so they just glared at each other and went back to the temple to watch.
Song Ming, who had just answered the master's question, was the last to leave, but he did not live in the town, but in Taiyue City.
The four gates of Taiyue City are now closed, and no one can go in or out. But Song and Ming were not restricted and could come and go freely.
After entering the city and not walking far, they met a team of precious chariots and horses, all of which were elegant scholars led by E Guanbo. These people ignored the soldiers coming and going, were busy with business, and talked and laughed freely.
"Song Ming!"
Someone in the team waved and shouted. Song Ming looked up and saw that it was Gu Shuci, the son of the bachelor Gu Silan.
These people are all students of the Imperial College, with extraordinary backgrounds. Most of them are children of wealthy families, so they are not afraid of the soldiers in the city. As the son of a scholar from Wenyuan Pavilion, Gu Shuci had outstanding cultivation and outstanding literary talent, so he naturally became the leader of the crowd.
Song Ming answered with a smile, and was pulled up by Gu Shuci and placed on the snow-stepping dragon horse in front of him. He smiled and said: "We are going to Tianxing Pavilion to celebrate the festival together. Since you have finished school, why don't we come together?" Go, have your favorite Xueyunsuyou!"
Song Ming smiled and said: "I am imprisoned here by you, and I can't escape even if I want to."
Gu Shuci smiled slightly and asked to pat the horse's neck. The dragon colt immediately had four hooves like the wind and moved very fast.
These people were all surrounded by rare and exotic beasts, such as this snow-stepping dragon pony, which had the blood of the dragon clan. Therefore, they were extremely fast and arrived at Tianxing Pavilion in a short time.
This Tianxing Pavilion was not far from the Imperial College and the Qintian Prison. It was just a place for entertainment and entertainment built by these literati who raised money, but later it gradually became a proof of status and talent.
Only those who can enter Tianxing Pavilion can be called a first-class Confucian scholar in Daqian!
Entering the hall, you can see: "The lights are shining brightly, and the eyes are filled with golden lights; the clouds hang down from the ground, the water is rippling, the room is filled with mist, and the purple and sandalwood fragrance is beautiful; the elegant pear cases are arranged in the lobby, decorated with carvings, and the walls and windows are decorated with exquisite paintings; The splendid articles are in the sea of ink, and the literati are careless and crazy."
Looking up, there is a couplet hanging on each side of the jade pillars: "
I am writing about the Spring and Autumn Period, and when I have some spare time, I can watch the sun, moon and stars, and see the three mountains and five mountains. I don’t care about the wind and rain, and my life is like a gift.
Embracing the past and present, when meeting good guests, discussing etiquette, justice, integrity, and the Four Books and Six Classics, never forgetting to help the world and the people, and to guide the universe. "
The golden plaque hanging on the top reads: "Tianxing Pavilion", which means that where destiny is destined, we should be happy!
Everyone came in one after another and found their seats to sit down. Immediately, maids and servants brought them rare fruits and exotic nectar to cheer them up.
Gu Shuci sat in the first seat on the left and invited Song Ming to sit next to him, specially asking for a plate of Xueyun Crispy.
This cake is made from the ice and snow of the far north, together with Yun Tang and Chen noodles, using a secret method. The smell feels like being on the top of a mountain, smelling the wind and feeling the clouds; the entrance is smooth but not greasy, with a cold feeling that penetrates the mind. After swallowing it, the fragrance will linger on your lips and teeth, leaving you with an endless aftertaste.
Such rare treasures are really rare to find unless they are related to the imperial palace.
At this moment, all the Confucian students were no longer as solemn as they used to be in the school. They were all changing cups and cups, acting wildly, feeling very uncomfortable.
Gu Shuci chatted and drank with everyone. Song Ming around him only cared about eating the sweet food in front of him and turned a deaf ear to the affairs of these Confucian scholars.
Not long after, another person walked in from outside the door, with bright eyes and snowy temples, and red official clothes. It was Li Taiyue.
Li Taiyue was born in the Imperial Academy and was classmates and friends with many people here, so he also received an invitation today.
Gu Shuci quickly stood up and said with a smile, "Why is Taiyue so late?"
Li Taiyue returned the courtesy and said: "The affairs of the court are complicated, so I came late."
Someone said: "Tai Yue came late, he should be punished! He should be punished!"
"You should be punished! You should be punished!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Li Taiyue smiled and said: "I will punish myself with three cups!" After saying that, he raised his cup, drank three cups in a row, and found a place to sit down.
Some time later, another person walked in from the door, wearing a blue and white gown, a jade crown on his head, and a jade belt around his waist. He was Baili Shuze, the third prince of the Daqian Dynasty.
Everyone stood up and saluted: "I have met the Third Prince!"
Baili Shuze returned the courtesy and said: "We are celebrating the festival together today. There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. You don't have to be formal."
After saying this, he stepped forward and sat down on the main seat. Naturally, no one dared to ask the third prince to drink wine as a penalty, and everyone continued to talk and laugh.
Baili Shuze turned to look at Song Ming and said with a smile: "Song Ming, why did you finish school so early today?"
Song Ming chewed the Xueyun cake and said helplessly: "Master said it was a festival today, so I only studied for half a day. I met Brother Gu on the way and arrested me!"
Baili Shuze smiled when he heard this: "If you meet me, I will definitely catch you!"
After a while, someone stood up unsteadily and said to everyone: "Today's banquet cannot be enjoyed without poetry and prose, so please spare no effort in writing to add to the fun!"
As soon as this statement came out, some people echoed it.
One person volunteered, stood up holding a wine glass and said: "
Invite all the guests by singing songs and celebrate the festival.
Take a break and get drunk, and have a moment of joy in your life. "
"good!"
Some people praised each other, while others shook their heads and chuckled. However, this is the first poem at the banquet, and it is just a piece of work to attract others.
Immediately afterwards came dancing and writing, and poems were presented in front of everyone.
Song Ming didn't seem to be interested in this. He whispered something to Gu Shuci, got up and ran away.
Turning around the screen, you will find the inner hall. No one is here.
But Song Ming's eyes were staring at a corner. Not long after, a hand holding the wine jar stretched out: "Do you want to drink too?"
Song Ming walked over and saw a man leaning there, holding a wine jar in his hand and a wooden sword in his arms. It was Ye Ling.
Song Mingdao: "You are not a Confucian scholar, why are you in Tianxing Pavilion?"
Ye Ling smiled when he heard this: "Why can't you be in Tianxing Pavilion if you are not a Confucian scholar?"
When Song Ming thought it made sense, he stopped asking questions. Instead, he pinched his fingers and muttered something, and then smiled: "I know who you are. You don't need to tell me. Your name is Ye Ling, right?"
Ye Ling was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and asked, "Can you tell fortunes?"
"Almost, but this should be called the deduction of secrets."
Ye Ling nodded and asked again: "Then can you help me deduce whether I can leave Taiyue City safely?"
After Song Ming heard this, he closed his eyes again and calculated, but quickly shook his head.
"cannot?"
Song Ming shook his head again and frowned: "I don't think it's worth it. I can't see through your fate. If you force the deduction, I will be punished by heaven. Maybe my strength is not enough. If it were my grandfather, he should be able to deduce it." come out."
"Who is your grandfather?"
"They all call me Grandpa Guoshi. Grandpa and I live in Qintian Prison not far from here. Why don't you go back with me and let my grandpa take a look at it for you."
"Qin Tianjian? Old Imperial Master Song Jinghe!" Ye Ling secretly thought of this famous old immortal, but said with a smile: "No, I won't trouble your grandpa."
Song Ming didn't force himself. He looked at the wine jar in Ye Ling's hand and asked, "You also like drinking, why don't you go out and join them?"
Ye Ling chuckled lightly, with contemptuous eyes: "We have different ways, how can we drink from the same day?"
Song Ming seemed to understand, and then said: "Then let me talk to you. In fact, I don't like them either."
"Oh?" Ye Ling became interested and asked, "Why?"
"Grandpa said that they are all children of Sorghum who live in drunkenness and dream all day long and are of no use to the family, the country or the world, so he told me to stay away from them. It is a pity that when future generations read the history books, they will boast of their romance and praise their literary ink. But I don’t know how to learn from it, which is extremely sad.”
Ye Ling's expression was indifferent: "Your grandfather is right."
