Cheng Ting used his brain to think that the person who stole Wu Jin's daily records was a wicked person who misinterpreted the meaning of poetry.
Then he listed out a list of the evil characters he knew, and finally thought that there were many such characters in Kuanzhou City, and the only ones who had a grudge against Wu Jin were the bastard and his son.
He looked at Wu Jin again and looked at Wu Jin from head to toe - he was a gentleman with both fine qualities and both internal and external qualities. However, this was also the problem.
If he - he was a famous evildoer and rebellious son in Kuanzhou, wrote a poem like this, I'm afraid his parents would have cried with joy, thinking that he would finally make progress in the essay class.
But he couldn't write it. Only Wu Jin could write it.
Wu Jin was too upright, upright, and magnanimous. When he saw him, what came to his mind were the bamboos and jade trees, the bright moon and the clear breeze. Any stain would be enough to make him a hypocrite despised by everyone.
"Tomorrow is the literary meeting," he touched his chin, "No wonder the dead toad is so calm today. It turns out that he has done some dirty tricks secretly and plans to ruin your reputation tomorrow."
He thought quietly for a long time and thought that the matter could be solved: "I'm afraid it won't work if we don't admit Kong. If they read the letter then, it will appear that we are not magnanimous."
"yes."
"They just want to say that your poem is 'crooked'. Shi Yuan was there at the time. I will go and tell Shi Yuan later that I will ask him to testify tomorrow. There is also something about Qiang. It must have been recorded in the official annals at that time. , I will look for my dad after I go back... What day is it? "
"The twenty-second year of Yuan Zhang, the first day of May."
"Just according to this date, search the official records and I will dig them out for you tonight. Don't worry."
He patted his chest and let out a burp that was full of the smell of chives: "By the way, it also relieved Leaf."
"Thank you."
"I've seen you outside."
Since he was so confident, Wu Jin stopped talking and sent Cheng Ting out of Shishi Street before he turned around and went home.
Facing Wu's mother's worried face, he smiled and repeatedly assured that he was not sick. When he walked into the house, he smiled and kneaded the roots to relieve his headache.
In the end, the smile faded, and he lowered his eyes and sat in the chair, feeling chills in his heart, because he knew that Wang Zhizhou was not a young boy like Cheng Ting, and would not just misinterpret a poem to harm him.
What happens after you admit that you wrote the poem?
Wang Zhizhou would become a hook, hooking into his heart and pulling out the things he had hidden deep in his heart that he did not dare to show.
It is a bit of charming light in the world of mortals, a bit of rippling heart at the beginning of the four seasons, and a bit of desire that even gods and Buddhas cannot give up.
If Wang Zhizhou asked him whether he had selfish motives for Mo Lingfeng, how should he answer?
If the answer is yes, Wang Zhizhou will ask him again that he entered Mo's house for selfish reasons, deceiving Mo Jiedu to make him seriously ill, and taking advantage of the situation. Mo Lingfeng was young and ignorant, and was deceived by him. What should he do?
He cannot be selfish.
Without selfishness, there would be no subsequent series of questions, no series of questions that could ruin his reputation.
Yes - he told himself to lie.
His mind was extremely clear and his thoughts were in order, but there was a kind of martyrdom-like sadness in his heart, and he couldn't tell why - maybe it was because the path he adhered to was crumbling little by little, maybe it was because of this selfishness that was about to be destroyed. Buried, or both.
After sitting for too long, the lamp oil also ran out, and the room suddenly fell into boundless darkness. He sat in the chair without moving, letting the darkness engulf him.
The next morning, Kuanzhou was busy again, with people coming and going on the streets. Wu Jin walked to Zhouxue in the cool morning breeze. Before he entered, he saw many literati gathered outside the gate of Zhouxue.
Wu Jin took a step forward and was about to walk in when Cheng Ting's shout suddenly came from behind him. Before he could turn around, Cheng Ting was already at his side, grabbed one of his hands and dragged him back: "Let's go. "
Wu Jin was stunned for a moment and followed Cheng Ting: "Where are you going?"
"Go to the back." Cheng Ting swept him like a gust of wind until he reached the corner door of the academy. Through a thin layer of wood, Wu Jin heard the hearty laughter coming from Magistrate Cheng.
Cheng Ting couldn't help but grabbed Wu Jin's sleeve and went up the steps, opened the door, and walked up to Cheng Taishan in one breath. He called daddy. Seeing that the two deans were also there, he hurried forward to call the dean.
Wu Jin followed closely behind, saluting one by one. Cheng Taishan looked at him calmly, his eyes seemed to be comforting, and continued to walk forward.
Cheng Ting raised his chin at him, winked, pointed at his father, and then at Wu Jin, meaning that his father was his father. When Cheng Zhifu turned around, he saw his son dancing around Wu Jin, scratching his ears and cheeks like a monkey. , my hands immediately became itchy.
The president of the Prefecture Academy, whose surname was Mi Yingzong, was just over fifty. He had a very rich appearance, but he was dressed very elegantly in a Taoist robe. He held a folding fan in his hand and shook it slowly. He turned to look at Wu Jin and suddenly said: "Yesterday Did you write the four words Feiran Academy?"
Wu Jin lowered his head and replied, "Yes."
Mi Yingzong praised: "You have great writing skills, both talent and hard work. Who is your master?"
Wu Jin answered truthfully: "It is the shogunate of Mo Jiedushi. The student was fortunate enough to receive guidance when he was a servant there."
"Okay, this is how you should be when it comes to learning. You can learn from anywhere," Mi Yingzong waved his fan and walked to the second hall of Xuezhai. As he walked, he said to the dean of Tunan Academy, "Old Ye, in calligraphy, Zhou It’s okay to learn first and get better.”
Ye Shuhuai, the dean of Tunan Academy, also wore a folding fan. He was thin and had a deep mark between his eyebrows: "No objection."
Several people said that they should take them away and walked all the way to the Zhai Academy. It had been decorated properly yesterday. The ceiling gauze blocked most of the daylight. In the courtyard, there were lush vegetation and a breeze, which was both spacious and refreshing.
The students arrived early. Students from the two colleges sat on the east and west sides, talking and laughing with each other, and even shouted a few words from a distance.
There were also people watching the battle, crowding outside the two doors, stretching their necks to look at the large characters on the white walls on both sides. Although they couldn't write, they could move their mouths, and they couldn't help but point and express their opinions.
For a while, the state school was extremely noisy. When the two deans and Magistrate Cheng arrived hand in hand, there was another commotion, and everyone stood up and saluted.
Wu Jin and Cheng Ting walked towards their seats amidst the noise. Several students greeted them in low voices and waved their hands wildly, clustering the two of them in the middle.
Another quarter of an hour later, several officials from Wang Zhizhou and Kuanzhou arrived late. Everyone had to stand up again to salute. The officials and the deans chatted again, and the buzzing sound in the courtyard was endless, and the sky filled with boiling water.
When all the people had gathered, the noise gradually stopped, and half way through the incense-carving ceremony, the copper ball fell on the copper plate, making a deep sound, and a gong sounded, officially starting the cultural gathering.
The students, teachers, and lecturers on both sides stood up and turned sideways to face the front. The two deans stood in the middle, and the officials, led by Cheng Zhifu and Wang Zhizhou, stood on one side, and they all looked at the screen in front of the courtyard.
Above the screen, there are portraits of saints hanging.
The two abbots bowed to each other, took the incense from an oracle, put it in the incense burner, and bowed to the saint.
