The academy has no name.
It has been called the Academy from the day it existed.
People outside only know that there is an academy under Si Tianjian, which is specially used to cultivate the special talents that Si Tianjian needs. The courses taught are nothing more than observation and calendrics.
If you ask the old people in the capital, especially the elderly princes or the veterans who have been in power for many years, most of them will be startled for a moment, then look thoughtful, and then nod with a somewhat uncertain expression. He said in a tone that it seemed like there was such a academy.
However, if you continue to ask them where this academy is, how many people are there, how to get in, what you can do after studying, and what rank of official you will be, none of them can tell you why. They are tired of being asked. I'll just tell you to go find Si Tianjian's supervisor.
But after saying this, their eyes will become weird again when they look at you.
And when you follow their instructions and find the supervisor of Si Tianjian, you will understand why their eyes are so strange.
Because Si Tianjian's prisoner is a "mute".
Of course, in the Chen Dynasty, disabled people were not allowed to serve as officials, so Master Jianzheng was not really mute.
It's just that no matter what question you ask him, he will only smile kindly at you, so as time goes by, everyone calls this Lord Supervisor a mute behind his back.
The most famous thing about this mute Jianzheng happened more than thirty years ago. At that time, when Renzong was still in power, the party and government of the Chen Dynasty reached its most intense moment.
All the civil and military officials in the dynasty were forced to take sides. Although Si Tianjian was from the famous Qingshui Yamen, and except for the mute Jianzheng who went to court on time every day, the rest of the government office was a group of people who never saw the beginning or end. .
However, even so, someone still came to the door and asked the supervisor, Si Tianjian, face to face about his position.
Master Jianzheng naturally continued to smile and said nothing, so the visitor became anxious and said that if you don't speak, we will count you among the people on the opposite side! Don't complain when the time comes.
Jian Zheng was forced to open his mouth.
As a result, the other party was discussing politics with him, and he replied that the steamed dumplings in the capital were the best. They talked to him about the philosophy of governing the country, and he talked about gold and stone antiques, and even talked about the high housing prices in the capital.
The two sides talked for half an hour, and finally the person got angry and walked away.
At this point, the reputation of Mr. Jianzheng as a mute has been completely confirmed.
Afterwards, some censors couldn't stand it anymore, so they took out a copy of the supervisor's book on the pretext of neglecting their duties and neglecting their duties.
As a result, the memorial was handed over, but His Majesty the Emperor ignored it.
The censor was very unwilling, so he possessed Di Gong and continued to investigate. He was surprised to find that the imperial court secretly allocated a large sum of money to Si Tianjian every year, and the purpose in the column was to compile calendars and observe celestial phenomena.
This amount of money was quite huge, and Si Tianjian was not polite, spending it all every year, and sometimes he even dared to shamelessly ask the court for more money.
The censor thinks this is ridiculous. It costs so much money to compile a calendar. As for observing astronomical phenomena, it is even more ridiculous. Si Tianjian only has three or five kittens. You can just find a wild mountain to observe. , still need to spend money?
Wouldn't it be nice to use so much money to build schools, educate the world, or build water conservancy projects to improve people's livelihood? It would also be good to use it to expand the territory.
Thinking of this, a strong sense of responsibility suddenly arose in the censor's chest. He took up his pen and wrote a eloquent memorial of 10,000 words, impeaching Si Tianjian and his subordinates for engaging in favoritism, malpractice, enriching their own pockets, and being a worm to the country.
As a result, the emperor approved the reply very quickly this time, but there were only two words on it.
——Leisure.
You must know that the emperor's temple name after his death was Renzong. He was extremely tolerant to his subordinates and was always known for his good temper. He did not even raid his home when he was in power. These two words are already very strong.
However, the censor is always looking for scolding. The worse he is scolded, the easier it is to win fame.
Moreover, this time the censor thought he was still being reasonable, and was about to roll up his sleeves and have a good spray with the emperor, but then... there was no more.
Because this censor was first exposed to accepting bribes and forming cliques for personal gain, he was forced to resign and return home.
In fact, it wasn't just him. There had been several impeachments or attacks on people in Si Tian Prison before, and the end of the initiators was not very good either.
In the officialdom, there are very few people who are completely clean.
After a few times, all the officials reached a tacit understanding that they would not care about Si Tianjian's affairs, since it was not an important official office anyway.
So Master Jianzheng could continue to be his mute happily in the court.
Except for Jianzheng, others did not come to court at all. Most officials only heard of their names but never saw their faces. No one still knew the location of the legendary academy, which gradually became a fixture in the capital. It's a strange story.
Many people even doubt whether this academy really exists.
Yang Tao didn't doubt it, but when he actually came to the academy, he still seemed quite shocked.
Because obviously just a few breaths ago, he was fighting with the armored warrior in the yellow sand in that small desert city, but when he turned around, he was already standing in a school building.
Yang Tao first reached out and touched his chest. There was no blood where he was hit by the scimitar. Then he checked the previous wounds on his body and found that those wounds had miraculously disappeared.
Then he had time to take a closer look at where he was now.
I saw that the windows of this school building were bright and clean, and there was an incense burner on the right hand side, with green smoke rising up.
Yang Tao smelled a faint pine scent in the air. Strangely enough, when he smelled this scent, his mind gradually calmed down from the tense battle before.
To his left was a row of bookshelves, with a nightingale standing on a copper table next to the bookshelf.
The nightingale was not afraid of people. When it saw Yang Tao looking at it, it also glanced sideways at Yang Tao, and then continued to comb its feathers, looking quite lazy.
Of course, what caught Yang Tao's attention the most was the plaque hanging directly opposite, with the four words "Supervise the World" written in sharp strokes.
Just one glance at Yang Tao made him feel a sting, and he quickly turned his eyes to the middle-aged man sitting under the plaque who looked like he was teaching.
But the man didn't look at him, but looked down at a stone slab in his hand.
Yang Tao rubbed his eyes, wondering if it was because he was dazzled, because he actually saw words starting to appear on the originally empty stone slab.
