The Si Yamen in front of the palace where Gao Qiu was on duty was located under the Zuoye Gate of the palace city. It was not far from Gen Yue. Not long after, he was led into Gen Yue by the small yellow gate.
Without enough time to appreciate the residence of the gods, Gao Qiu quickly entered the third floor of Jiangxiao Tower following the small yellow gate. When he saw Zhao Ji, he bowed and saluted and said, "I wonder what the official Zhao Weichen has to say."
"It's not a big deal."
Zhao Ji called Gao Qiu to the window and asked him with a smile, "What does Gao Qing think of my Gen Yue?"
Gao Qiu looked at the misty and rainy picture in front of him, and said with an intoxicated look on his face: "It's like a dream, like a painting, like an intoxication. In this world, only the official family can be worthy of this palace. If a humble minister can see it, it's like a palace." It’s worth losing ten years of life.”
"Ha ha ha ha…"
Zhao Ji was very happy when he heard this. He patted Gao Qiu on the shoulder and said, "Gao Qing will grow up in the future. Wouldn't it be beautiful for you and I, the monarch and your minister, to write and paint in this beautiful scenery, and play Cuju and play football."
"It is so beautiful, as I wish."
Gao Qiu was not a common man who could only play football and have fun as described in later movies and TV dramas. On the contrary, he not only knew how to use a gun and a stick, but also had certain skills in poetry and song, and he was also good at writing beautiful calligraphy. , Zhao Ji likes it very much.
Let’s talk about Gao Qiu’s life in detail. He first made a brief history with Su Shi, a master of poetry, and then became a disciple of Wang Shen, a master of calligraphy and painting. Later, he was favored by Zhao Ji, who was then King Duan. Take a look, which of these three people is not in the history of Chinese culture and art? Is it possible that a very important person can be favored by these three people? You say he is an uneducated and libertine?
"Gao Qing's son Ru Xian heard that he was beaten by my nephew Wang Zhi a few days ago. I wonder if he is doing better now?" Zhao Ji asked, changing the subject.
Gao Qiu cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry to worry about you, but my son is fine now. He's a naughty son. He's the one to blame for being beaten to death and maimed."
"Hey, Gao Qing, don't say that. How can I still not know what kind of character my nephew is? He has never been stable since he was a child. No, what new things have he learned for me in the past two days? Gao Have you ever heard of it?"
Zhao Ji took Gao Qiu's hand, walked to the side and sat down. Xiao Huangmen was about to step forward to pour tea, but Zhao Ji stopped him, and then ordered: "Get another piece of good tea cake."
Xiao Huangmen was ordered to leave, and then Zhao Ji lit the fire in front of Xiao Huangmen, and then said: "Gao Qing, when was the last time I ordered tea for you?"
"If I go back to my official home, I'll still be at Prince Duanzhou's Mansion."
"yes…"
Zhao Ji said with some emotion: "More than twenty years have passed. Among the old people from Qiandi who came to Beijing with me back then, now only Gao Qing is still with me."
Upon hearing this, Gao Qiu immediately stood up and bowed to Zhao Ji to the end, "I am from a poor family. Thanks to the officials for not abandoning me and giving me wealth and honor, I, a member of the Gao family, will swear allegiance to the officials for the rest of my life. I dare not be ungrateful."
"Why are you doing this? You and I, the monarch and my ministers, have known each other for more than 20 years. We have already shared the wealth and adversity. I have 50,000 officials in the Song Dynasty. Who else can I trust completely except Gao Qing?"
Zhao Ji pulled Gao Qiu to sit down and asked: "By the way, where did we just talk about?"
"Back to the official's house, it's time to learn something new."
Zhao Ji nodded and said: "Yes, yes, new learning, has Gao Qing ever heard of it?"
Gao Qiu thought for a while and then said: "I have heard about the new theory a little bit. I didn't know who advocated it before. Only after hearing what the officials said did I find out that he is Wang Kuan's son."
"What does Gao Qing think of this new study?"
Zhao Ji took the tea cake from Xiao Huangmen and put it directly on the stove to bake.
"This..." Gao Qiu hesitated.
Zhao Ji waved his hand and said, "But it doesn't matter."
"Then Wei Chen is presumptuous. This theory seems to be beneficial to the people of the world, but in fact it is the source of trouble. Now that the world's classes are solidified and the divisions are clear, how difficult it is to break them. If Wei Chen had not been lucky enough to follow the official family, I am afraid that now They are still slaves who trade with others at will."
"In the past, Wang Wen Gong's new policies were just for safeguarding the interests of the common people and offended the wealthy families, which caused turmoil in the court for decades, and finally nothing happened. If this new theory is passed down, it will definitely cause trouble for the people at the bottom. Resonance, and then friction with the rich and nobles, may lead to chaos in the world."
Gao Qiu was born in a lower class, and he actually recognized the New Learning doctrine in his heart. However, at the same time, he was also a member of a wealthy family, so he would not support the spread of the New Learning. What's more, the advocate of this doctrine was the one who had humiliated his own son. The child of the Wang family.
"What Gao Qing said makes sense."
Zhao Ji put the tea cake baked until golden brown into a bowl, smashed it, ground it into tea powder and asked: "How does Gao Qing think this matter should be handled?"
Gao Qiu said categorically: "Only by dividing and drawing together, and then killing the evil leader can we quell the situation."
Zhao Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Oh? Tell me."
Gao Qiu immediately sat upright and analyzed it for Zhao Ji, "This new theory is not all useless to the court. The officials only need to take its essence and discard the dross. It will definitely be supported by some vested interests, and then the leaders will be If the punishment is reduced, then naturally no one will dare to stir up trouble."
"Don't they want to open up more channels to recruit scholars? Wei Chen suggested that they follow their wishes and set up a few more subjects in Taixue. They can also obtain fame and become officials in the court. It will not harm the court. On the contrary, it can also be with the imperial court. It will be beneficial to our government. For example, we can add a 'Martial Arts' subject in Taixue, which will not only help us select generals for the Song Dynasty, but also break the current pattern of all generals coming from the Western Army."
"In addition, don't they hate the parallel prose style? Don't the officials also like the courtiers to write nonsense in their speeches? That's up to their wishes. The officials can personally issue edicts. In the future, prose will be given priority in the imperial examination."
"In this way, most students should be satisfied with the court's approach. When the court punishes the evil leader and calms the situation, I believe there will not be much resistance."
"Okay! Gao Qing has a good plan."
Zhao Ji didn't stop sifting the tea powder. He praised him and then said: "Then I will leave this matter to Gao Qing. Make sure not to let this evil trend blow up."
Gao Qiu stood up and bowed his head and said, "I will definitely live up to the official trust."
"What a pity..."
Zhao Ji sighed leisurely, then turned around with a smile and pulled Gao Qiu to sit down, "Yeah, let's do it. Forget about this, how about you try the tea I ordered for you?"
After following Zhao Ji for so many years, Gao Qiu certainly knew what he regretted.
Zhao Guan's family loves talent, especially poetry, not to mention that this poetry talent is his nephew, but he is an emperor after all. The first thing he considers is the country, the country, and the second is poetry and the love of his children. For this reason, why worry about a child? So what if the poetic talent of the nephew in the hall is his biological son?
Zhao Ji didn't say much on this topic, and Gao Qiu was happy to change his mind, so he sat down and said, "How dare you trouble the officials to order tea? It's up to me to order it."
Gao Qiu said that he was about to take the teapot, but Zhao Ji stopped him and said, "Hey~, why was it that I could order tea for you at Prince Duan's Mansion, but now I can't?"
"Sit down quickly and taste my handiwork."
Gao Qiu excused himself but could only sit down. After watching Zhao Ji make seven notes and seven mixes, he took the tea bowl handed over by Zhao Ji, took a sip, and then his eyes lit up and said: "The tea ordered by the official is good, the tea is rich in fragrance." "It tastes bitter but is actually sweet, and leaves a fragrant aroma on the teeth and cheeks. It is indeed thousands of times better than the one ordered by Wei Chen."
"Ha ha ha ha…"
Listening to the ministers praising his tea-ordering skills, Zhao Ji seemed to be even happier than he had been a few days ago about having another son.
Afterwards, the monarch and his ministers complimented him some more and chatted for a while, then Gao Qiu said goodbye and left.
After leaving Jiangxiao Tower, Gao Qiu looked at the hidden scenery without any joy, and the aroma of tea in his mouth turned bitter. He knew that it was easy to suppress new students, but it was difficult to keep a bad reputation...
But what can he do? He is different from those ministers in the court. They all have factions and backings. If they don't want to do anything, even the officials have nothing to do. But he is different. He is a lonely minister.
From the day Prince Duan accompanied Zhao Ji to Beijing, he was destined to be a lonely minister. His only faction backer was the most noble man in the Song Dynasty behind him. If he succeeded because of this person, he would naturally have to do something for him. This person has a reputation.
As for the boy from the Wang family, he had already made a plan in his mind, and now he is going along with it.
…
As for the boy from the Wang family, he is too free now and has no time to spare.
In the front yard of the palace, Wang Zhi was lying on a rocking chair, squinting his eyes, humming a ballad, not knowing what he was thinking, and always had a smile on his lips.
Maybe he was thinking of the glorious days when he was praised by everyone in Taixue these days.
It's a pity that such good days are gone forever, because he was persuaded to quit by Taixue.
Just yesterday, Taixue Jijiu personally talked to him and asked him not to go to Taixue again, because as soon as he showed up at Taixue, those Taixue students would be like flies flying around the pupae of bees. There is also a mind on fasting, and my mind is only on the many new and novel knowledge that I have learned.
Ever since they heard the New Learning's viewpoint on studying things to gain knowledge last week, they all put down their books one by one and used the New Learning's arguments to explore true knowledge. They really discovered many truths that they ignored in daily life, and Wang Zhi would popularize science for them every day. Some knowledge that is common to later generations is no more attractive to some Taixue students whose average age is no more than 20 years old than boring reading. The lecture platform in the backyard has almost become Wang Daru's exclusive private domain.
In this atmosphere where everyone wanted to learn, Qi Chongli, the emperor's minister, took action personally. He called him to the office and asked him personally not to come to Taixue again and disturb his academic spirit.
He, Wang Daru, was originally unwilling to do so, but he finally managed to do it every day, and was praised by others every day. Today's Taixue is simply a paradise on earth for the king of pen-pretending, so how can he not come?
So Wang Zhi originally planned to argue with reason, but Zai Qi Jijiu said: You don’t have to take the public examination in a few days. I will personally name you in the inner dormitory. If you can persist in not coming for a year, I will also give you the upper house next year. You hang up.
When Wang Daru heard this, he flinched on the spot. For the sake of the harmony of Taixue and for the students to study with peace of mind, how could he bear to watch a group of classmates continue to play with things and become discouraged.
