Historians use history as a mirror to know the past and the future.
The old man is the half-saint guarding the Confucian Temple today.
There was a young man sitting in front of him. He said that the young man was just comparing his age with him.
The person in front of him was wearing a plain robe, with a black beard hanging down his chest, a good-looking face, and he was in his forties.
He is holding a history book. The history book has black light falling on the bronze mirror. Supported by talent, the yellow bronze mirror can constantly show Zhou Dagu's appearance.
The Half Saint said: "Boss Ji, why don't you speak? You came to the Half Saint Temple today just to beg me!"
Ji Xuande shook his head helplessly: "Sheng Duanmu, please don't embarrass me!"
"It's obvious that you are embarrassing me. We are guarding Daying Confucian Temple and don't care about the affairs of the court. You asked me about the affairs of the court today. Why are you not embarrassing me?"
"I really have no choice. His Majesty has decreed that this poem of national subjugation should be concealed, but as Taishi of Daying, how can I not remember it!"
"Is it His Majesty's decree or the Left Prime Minister's?"
"well……"
"This little guy has become more and more powerful recently! It's a pity that we can't participate in government affairs, otherwise we will break Wen's heart. I can't give you an answer to this matter!"
"You are famous for your intelligence even when you are young. Who among us doesn't know that you are the wisest? How can you not know what to do?"
Duanmu Sheng looked at him: "I really don't know! Back then, your ancestors sacrificed their three lives to preserve a mantra from historians. If you don't know what to do, how can I know!"
Ji Xuande pondered for a moment, nodded heavily, and kowtowed: "Thank you, Duanmu Sheng, I know what to do!"
"Oh! Little guy, don't be impulsive. Recording is one thing, but not letting others see it is another!"
"Then the record of this poem will be put together with the things outside the customs!"
Duanmu Sheng nodded: "Oh! Even a saint can do things that he can't do. Let's leave it at that! You said that this little guy has already written a poem for the country and two poems for the government. How can this boy give it to me? What a surprise!”
"I once promised to be the best in the world. I was so proud. Unfortunately, I lost my ambition later on. I don't know how a little guy at this age can be so depressed!"
Ji Xuande held up the historian's mirror on the table with both hands: "I don't know, I'm going back first!"
"Hey, you kid, you have been crossing rivers and burning bridges since you were a child. Please let me see again!"
"Your old man is a semi-sage. He is studying in the county school. There is a Confucian Temple in the county school. You still can't go to see it? I am anxious to go back and record it. I will go to your home next time to visit you!"
Ji Xuande opened the door and left the Half Temple.
Duanmu's semi-sage hand opened in mid-air. The air was filled with mist. The mist gradually became clear, and he saw Zhou Dagu's face again.
"It was recorded in the past that the mountains in the two realms were shaken, Da Ying was breathless, and the True Wen Sage appeared! Could it be this kid? Can he solve extraneous things?" The saint shook his head, thinking deeply.
Or Kyoto.
The study room of Zuo Xiangfu.
Prime Minister Zuo looked at the man in front of him: "After trial, is what he said true?"
"It's fake. Ah San and another boy teamed up to kill the young master!"
In the study, the talent was trembling, and the Prime Minister's eyes were red: "How dare he!"
"Prime Minister, I will order the people below to capture this boy as a deserter!"
Prime Minister Zuo closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief: "No! According to the story compiled by Ah San, someone in the court has been targeting me recently! I can't find out who these people are now! We can't do it again. The wind and waves teach the tongue!”
"What about Ah San?"
"Throw it out! He can't die, tell him what to say!"
"Where's the boy named Zhou!"
Prime Minister Zuo looked down at the ground, his chest rising and falling: "The second young master cannot be a deserter, he can only be a hero. He cannot be a deserter either. Rehabilitate him first!"
"The second brother died miserably and died heroically for the big win. Let me know! Go tell the lady and the eldest son to prepare for the funeral!"
"It's your lord!" The man retreated facing the left prime minister.
Zuo Xiang picked up the tea-stained teapot on the table. It was made by his second son. At that time, the family was not what it is now.
He is still just a poor Hanlin.
At that time, life was poor and happy, and no one would be behind him when he went out.
snort! How could the people who scolded him know that he had great ambitions in his heart? He was all for the sake of the world and the human race!
"The second child is not sensible, but he is my child. If he does something wrong, I will punish him, but no one else can!"
Prime Minister Zuo sat on the Grand Master's chair and said, "Here comes someone!"
The study door opened and closed.
A servant came out with a letter in hand, went to the backyard and rode away on a fast horse.
Prime Minister Zuo was still sitting in the study, with his eyes closed.
The sound of the gong became closer and closer.
There were cries in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"My son! Why did you die so miserably!"
"Second brother! My brother, you are a hero! But the eldest brother doesn't want you to be a hero, why should you do it! Why did you abandon me, my brother!"
"Master!"
The cries shook the sky, and the prime minister's house changed to white sails.
The Prime Minister Zuo touched the pot and shed a tear on the ground: "Son, son!"
"Dad can't help you! I can't avenge you openly!"
"Don't worry, he will accompany you! You will not be alone on the road to hell, my son!"
Zhou Dagu was not in Kyoto, but things in Kyoto went exactly according to his original plan.
It's just that he didn't guess the cruelty of the left prime minister.
At this moment, these things are no longer what he should be worrying about. His brain is entirely used to deal with today's county examination.
The examination papers were copied by the county school's swordsmen and writers. These copywriters stayed in the county government office before the county examination and were not allowed to leave for food or drink. They could only leave after the county examination was over.
Despite this, there is still a large group of people waiting to do such things.
1. For the sake of honor, those who write and copy the questions for the county examination can be ordinary people.
Second, the county government gave too much!
Just like Professor Zhu Fuzi, the test paper has three questions.
The first question is about the words of saints, which is easy for Zhou Dagu. After entering the country, he has a sharp ear and eyes, and he has already memorized the two saints' books that he will take the exam by heart.
It's not an excuse, it's because he can really recite it backwards.
He originally thought that this time he would be clumsy in the county test. He deliberately made some mistakes in the first two questions, so as not to destroy the beauty in the forest wind.
However, now the people behind Wang Yuanwai have exerted their strength. If he keeps hiding it, he doesn't know whether he can still deal with those people's next move.
He has no power, insufficient talent, and insufficient realm.
If you want to get those people to take advantage of the situation, you must take advantage of the situation.
Only if your reputation is greater, those people will have concerns when they touch you. If you have concerns, there will be flaws, and it will be easier to deal with them.
In Daying, literary names can really be exchanged for money and lives.
Zhou Dagu answered the first two questions smoothly. He read them twice and finally got them right.
He looked at the title of the poem. If he wanted to become famous, he would do it in the title of the poem.
Poems are names.
The naming poems are simple, mostly nostalgic and chanting things.
Master Zhu knew the poetic talents of the students in Cai County very well, so he chose a simple topic.
Zhou Dagu looked at the question, and sure enough.
'Spring brings forth all things, express spring with poetry! '
He smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and entered the memory palace.
Zhou Dagu held his head: "There are too many, it's hard to choose!"
Others feel that they cannot write enough, but he feels that he cannot write enough!
