"Yang Houye!" An angry shout came from outside the study. Soon, the door of the study was pushed open, and a dignified middle-aged man in a sixth-grade official uniform stepped in, holding a bamboo stick in his hand.
Yang Houye, who was copying classics, saw the person coming, stood up quickly, and saluted: "Dad!"
This Yang Houye looked to be in his twenties, with eyebrows as sharp as swords and a handsome figure. When he saw his father hitting him with an angry look on his face, he did not dodge and planned to receive the stick forcefully.
After all, it was his biological son who had been born in his old age. Father Yang still couldn't bear it, and the bamboo stick stopped three inches from Yang Houye's cheek.
At this time Yang Houye's mother rushed over anxiously. When she saw this scene, she rushed forward and stood in front of Yang Houye: "Master, what are you doing? Why did Hou Ye provoke you!"
After reaching a step, Father Yang threw the bamboo stick in his hand to the ground and pointed at Yang Houye: "Did you resign from the Wenchang Pavilion Transcription Department?"
Yang Houye nodded: "Yes."
"You... you... make me so angry..." Father Yang sat down angrily, "Do you know that I owe you several favors in order to get this job for you! You really make me so angry..."
Yang's mother turned back and glared at Yang Houye, then stepped forward and whispered comforting words along Yang's father's chest: "Master, isn't it just an errand? Our child is among the top ten in the academy and can become an official next year. Sooner or later he will have to resign. .”
"What do you know?" Yang's father yelled angrily, "Wenchang Pavilion Copying and Copying Department, the Wenbao copied by Wenbao is distributed all over the world. As a copyist, he will naturally have a little bit of enlightenment. It will be of great benefit to his future development. !”
With that said, Father Yang looked at Yang Houye again: "Tell me, why do you want to quit this job!"
Yang Houye bowed respectfully again and explained in a leisurely manner: "Back to my father, my son got another job. He has errands every seven days and he didn't want to be distracted, so he resigned from the Wenchang Pavilion Transcription Department. "
"What job?" Yang's father became even more angry and asked suppressing his anger.
"Wan Anbo wanted to start a new newspaper and needed people who could write a thousand words to copy his articles. Eight academies in Beijing undertook this task and asked the students to complete it. The boy was one of the people who passed the academy assessment and obtained the qualification for copying. one."
"You're going to make me mad!" Father Yang pushed Mother Yang away and picked up the bamboo stick on the ground. "A count who came out of nowhere to write and write, and you actually..." Father Yang's bamboo stick stopped halfway in his swing. , "You mean, Wan Anbo?"
"Exactly!"
Father Yang instantly calmed down, and the bamboo stick in his hand slowly dropped. Among other things, the master Yang Ziting who was promoted because of "Du Shiniang" was his younger brother.
There are already rumors in the official circles that "one piece of literature will break the willows, two poems will shock the court."
"But..." Father Yang hesitated for a long time and said, "Then you shouldn't resign..."
But before Father Yang finished speaking, Yang Houye seemed to sense something and took out a jade token from his sleeve. The green light on the jade token flashed. Yang Houye hurriedly bowed again: "Dad, the academy has summoned you urgently, and the writing of Wan Anbo's essays is about to begin. I will leave first and come back to receive my punishment..."
After Yang Houye finished speaking, he rushed out of the study. Father Yang stood there blankly, staring at the bamboo stick in his hand, and threw it to the ground with hatred.
Almost at the same time, students living all over Zhongjing City ran out of their homes and rushed to their respective academies.
…
Red Sleeve Academy.
In the Qingyun Tower, the female Confucian scholar Yishui, Yingying Yanyan, is so eye-catching.
The female Madam with a serious face walked in, and all the Confucian scholars stood up quickly, bowed and said, "See you, Madam."
The lady nodded slightly and motioned for everyone to sit down. Then she waved her long sleeves, and dots of light flew out from the lady's sleeves, landed in front of the ladies, and turned into a pile of manuscripts.
"This is the first chapter of "Swordsman" written by Wan Anbo and copied by the Academy Master. There is paper on the table. You can start copying. But I have something to say first. Before this manuscript is released, you are not allowed to reveal it to the outside world. Words. If anyone finds out, he will be severely punished. Let’s start!”
The female Confucian scholars quickly picked up the manuscript and read it. To "write a thousand words", you need to first make a "full draft". The so-called "full draft" means to completely memorize the content of the article, and then use the awe-inspiring righteousness and the calligraphy skills of "the pen moves like a dragon and a snake" to achieve rapid transcription.
For a while, the Qingyun Tower was quiet, and only the sound of some people chanting quietly could be heard.
Cheng Diefei had never seen such an article before. The writing was smooth and the characters were vivid. In the opening scene, the rich young man in bright clothes and angry horses suddenly fell into a murderous situation of exterminating his family. The sad thing is that I don't know who the murderer is.
When Cheng Diefei saw Lin Pingzhi rushing out of the red line of death, holding a three-foot sword and angrily cursing the murderer, a ball of blood surged in his heart. The young master who seemed so pampered and pampered in the previous article turned out to be so bloody and brave.
She forgot to question where the government was here, and she also forgot to wonder why Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism were nowhere to be seen. She seemed to only see the "common people" she usually saw.
They actually have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and they can also master powers beyond ordinary people.
The swords, guns, swords and halberds that I usually thought were not very elegant actually glowed with dazzling brilliance during the collision.
Is this the world in Wan Anbo's heart?
Cheng Diefei had already mastered the ability of "one eye and ten lines", but at this time, he read down carefully word by word. There were not many manuscripts handed out, only a dozen pages, but every time he took out a page, Cheng Diefei felt that something was missing in his heart. Order something.
"Who is the murderer? Manuscript, you have to hold on!"
The female teacher looked down from the podium. No one was using "One Eye Thousand Lines". They were all reciting seriously. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure in her heart: These little girls, when you see the fragments, you will understand what we, the teachers, are like. previous state of mind.
Sure enough, when the last sentence "How could his Qingcheng sect use my Lin family's evil-proofing swordsmanship" appeared, the air in the entire copying room suddenly stagnated, and then there were angry sounds.
"No more? Why no more?"
"Where's down there? Why isn't it down there?"
"Wan Anbo, have you ever tasted red fist?"
"Master, I won't copy anymore, I'm going to find Wan Anbo!"
"Go together, go together..."
Cheng Diefei carefully closed the manuscript and picked up the brush.
"Can I read articles like this once every seven days from now on?"
"I'm really looking forward to it..."
…
Almost at the same time, other academies in Zhongjing.
"Damn it! This broken chapter actually forced me to say indecent words!"
"Why is it broken here! Wan Anbo has bad intentions!"
"I'm even angrier than Du Shiniang!"
"If you don't let the readers' thoughts be clear, Wan Anbo will be useless as a writer!"
"Shame on the literati!"
"Second, shame on the literati!"
"The wonderful writings are proud of the world, but the disgrace of the literati is the dog's fault!"
…
Wan'an Bo Mansion.
"Xiao Ji, have you sent all the articles to the academy?"
"Sent it."
"I guarded the door today. I always feel like someone will throw a razor blade at our house..."
