Chapter 89: Dongqian Academy, Tang Yin finds his destination

Style: Historical Author: Cold Night Wu SongWords: 2155Update Time: 24/01/18 05:05:53
Jiajing's father-recognition incident has come to a successful end. Compared to the original time and space, it lasted for quite a long time, setting off a vigorous ceremony and tossing up the Ming Dynasty for a lot of time. This time, with the initiative of the Xungui Group, Jiajing won easily. Before the arrival of the first year, the matter was over.

As for canonizing King Xingxian as Mingruizong, there is no big problem in itself. Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Yunwen both canonized their fathers who were not emperors as emperors back then. It makes sense in terms of etiquette. Yang Tinghe in the original time and space was just looking for trouble. (drop) want to establish authority.

After the original time and space, in order to allow King Xingxian to visit the temple, Jiajing did not hesitate to move Dezu and Renzong, and changed Taizong to Chengzu. The reason was that he had been fighting with his courtiers for most of his life over etiquette issues. This was his comprehensive After the victory, in fact, this was not necessary. After all, King Xingxian, like the original Prince Yiwen, had never really been an emperor. Xingzong did not enter the temple, so Ruizhong should naturally follow suit.

In this time and space, because the act of recognizing his father and ennobling him as a clan went smoothly, Zhu Houcong followed the example of his predecessors and did nothing else after anointing his father.

This time's turmoil has just passed, and the first year of Jiajing will soon come.

In March of this year, with the departure of Mao Cheng, Yan Song, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, won the election without any controversy and became the new Minister of Rites.

In the same year, a man named Xia Yan became a recruiter of the Military Science and Technology Department, and a young man named Xu Jie was struggling to prepare for the exam next year.

This year, Wang Hua passed away. Wang Shouren observed his mourning for him in Yuyao. While he was reading and writing, he often missed his good friend Lin Yan who returned to his hometown to visit relatives.

Time passed quietly.



April of the first year of Jiajing.

Southeast, Ningbo Prefecture.

The old man who was tired of life came to a splendid mansion.

He stared at the huge gilded word "Yanfu" above the mansion for a while, took a deep breath, took out the jade pendant from his arms, raised it to the servant who came up, and said his name.

When he saw the jade pendant, a look of shock appeared on the servant's face. He looked at it carefully and couldn't help but take a breath. While calling another servant to entertain the old man, he quickly ran in. Inside the mansion.

This jade pendant is only owned by the top members of the family. Those holding it are either important people or have something urgent to report. No matter who it is, he must not delay it.

Not long after, the door of Yan's Mansion suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man came out with a smile on his face. He was Yan Chun's son. At this time, he was the orthodox ruler of Ningbo Mansion's hometown. Now he happened to come to greet this man whom his ancestors had mentioned to him. old man.

"Sir, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

By selling his calligraphy and paintings, Tang Yin finally raised enough travel expenses to reach the place mentioned by the young man.

Will this be my new life?

Looking at the smiling middle-aged man in brocade, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

Because it was Yinlong who notified him, the nobleman that his ancestor had specifically mentioned received unprecedented courtesy from the entire Yan Mansion. The middle-aged man even wanted to invite him to Nanjing as an aide to advise his father.

But Tang Yin refused.

When he was young, he once yearned for fame and longed to stand tall in the court and do something great. But now that he is fifty years old, he is tired after experiencing the ups and downs of the world.

"Young Master, please let me take a rest... I am tired, and I don't want to have anything to do with the affairs of the court anymore... My wish now is just to teach and educate people, and pass on my talents and knowledge..."

"I heard that Jiangnan is very talented. Can you give me a private school for a young man?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said with a smile:

"Then how about going to the family's newly opened academy?"

"Shu...yuan?"

Tang Yin was a little surprised. He knew that the Yan family, which was so powerful, must have private schools, but they actually built an academy. This was something he didn't expect.

Although the Yan family was active in politics, there was no influential person in the literary world. He was a little surprised that the other party actually built an academy.

"Yes, there are already some juniors inside. They exchange literature and write some poems and songs all day long. It's just that there is no one to give lectures. Isn't it just right for you, sir?"

"Sir, when you go there, you can not only educate the younger generations, but also find close friends and talk about the past and the present. Isn't it wonderful? It's not a waste of your life."

"Sir, would you like to go there to give lectures?"

Middle-aged people talk freely.

The family opened a new academy. The original intention was to attract some scholars to come here to debate and the great Confucians to come here to give lectures, so as to influence the public opinion of scholars and win the hearts of scholars all over the world. Unfortunately, the Yan family is famous in the world mostly because of the prominence of one sect, one king and two princes. With the wealth overwhelming the southeast and the bonus from the Jingping Prince family, they are not known for their literary talent.

You can't just build something like an academy and attract people to it. If it's not good enough, you'll have to waste money and raise a bunch of nerds in a thankless way. Anyway, for now, although the invitation has been shamelessly sent out, no famous Confucian scholar has responded positively and is willing to come and give lectures in this academy that he has never heard of.

Nowadays, the academy is full of members of the younger generation of the family, and there are not many people with different surnames who are also scholars within their sphere of influence. It can be said that they are self-enclosed and do not have much influence in the scholarly community. Famous scholars sit here, and their presence is even a bit embarrassing. After all, other colleges have great Confucian lecturers, but this college seems a bit nondescript.

Since Tang Yin is not willing to become the staff of Yan Chun, who is already the Duke of Yue, he can increase his family's popularity in the academy. As the next generation of Duke Yue and a politician, the middle-aged man is never willing to waste any energy.

Despite Tang Yin's poor official career, he still has a certain reputation among scholars. After all, he was one of the four talented scholars in Wuzhong at that time. His literary talent was outstanding, his painting skills and calligraphy were extraordinary, and he was highly praised by scholars. He is not a great scholar, but his reputation is not small.

With his joining, the reputation of the family academy will definitely be greatly enhanced.

Tang Yin didn't think so much. He just wanted to find a place to settle down. At the same time, as a scholar, he also had the desire to gather with similar people to discuss Taoism, so he immediately became interested in the middle-aged man's invitation. .

After staying in the mansion for a few days, he was sent to the family academy.

"Don...Qian...Shu...yuan..."

Tang Yin squinted his eyes and read the name on the plaque against the sunshine.

Not far from the academy, the breeze on the lake blew over his cheek. In the academy, the sound of Lang Lang's reading could be heard.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that this would be his final destination.

Tears could not help but flow from his old eyes.

After wandering for half a life, I finally found my place.

(End of chapter)