The serious old doctor taught a class that seemed serious but not very serious. Han You, who was not serious, always felt that the Imperial College was less serious than himself.
The class passed by so unconsciously.
If Han You was able to listen patiently to the morning class assignment because of Si Ye Wen Qi, then it was entirely because of the old doctor that Han You was able to listen to the entire class now.
This old man is definitely knowledgeable. He has Confucian classics at his fingertips. He talks about allusions. If he is knowledgeable, he is knowledgeable, and if he is sick, he is really sick, even if it is a serious illness.
As for the classics of Confucianism, the old man did not question them, he just "asked for answers" with the mentality of a young apprentice.
These "solutions" can be said to hit the nail on the head, one step at a time, basically killing with one blow.
He talked about the contradictions in Confucianism, but he directly pulled the fig leaf and pretended to be unaware of it, thereby making people ponder, doubt, and think about themselves.
In fact, any theory, including religion, has contradictions, so those who admire it will continue to improve it, or patch it up. In the process, it will inevitably be different from the original knowledge or even run counter to it.
This situation also exists in Confucianism, but the Confucian scholars are stubborn and refuse to admit it. The old doctor seizes this point and launches a fierce attack. If he does not admit it, he must give an explanation. If he cannot give it, he is shameless and a draftsman.
After the bell rang, Han You couldn't wait to chase after him.
"Sir, the student has something to ask for advice."
The old doctor who had just walked down the steps turned his head and said with a calm expression: "What do you want me to ask you?"
"Learning, Confucian learning."
"Looking for someone else, I am someone who studies the Spring and Autumn Period."
"Du Chun..." Han You was dumbfounded: "Aren't you an academic officer? The students have something to ask for advice."
"In accordance with the rules of the Imperial Academy, students are not allowed to ask teachers for advice."
Han You was completely confused: "Is there still such a rule?"
"This is the Imperial College, and I am an academic officer."
The old doctor tapped his palm with a ruler: "My rules are rules."
After leaving such an extremely arrogant and fluttering sentence, the old doctor left, with his hands behind his back, as if he was returning to the underwater world with Prime Minister Turtle.
Han You was confused in the wind. What kind of strange behavior are the academic officers of the Imperial College? Why are they different from each other?
Just when Young Master Han couldn't think of a reason, scoldings came from the distance.
Turning his head, Han You was confused again.
Nine supervisors walked out of Wuwen Hall, and each of them looked like something horizontal. They kicked and kicked more than thirty supervisors like herding sheep to the back of the hall.
Curious Han You walked over and his eyes widened. Is there also campus bullying in the Imperial College?
More than thirty prison guards squatted in a row, each one looking like a dead mother.
The nine supervisors who bullied them each pinched their waists and held thick bamboo slips in their hands. They all looked like they were about to beat them, and they only had to feint a shot and then shout "Xi Ba".
Just the look of these nine gadgets is like buying a school bullying manual online. Just looking at it makes people hate them.
Han You took a closer look and found that these nine bastards turned out to be Chen Yu'an and others, also known as the Nine Friends of Yafeng.
Chen Yu'an looked down at the prison guards: "I'd like to ask again, is there anyone with a higher rank than my father?"
No one among the more than thirty supervisors said a word. Chen Yuan smiled and sneered.
"My master has been short of money recently, but unlike in the past, this time, I will not borrow money from you, but will recommend you to a good place."
The other eight people were like supervising prisoners of war, holding bamboo slips and cursing each other, and even made the group of people squat down and do whatever they wanted.
"Have you heard about the Summer Resort? You have to go and have some fun within the five-day limit. After you go, you have to mention my name...that's not right."
Chen Yu'an turned his head and looked at his younger brother Gen Gen: "Who is the name of that big pervert?"
"Wang Hai."
"Yes." Chen Yu'an glanced at more than thirty people: "After you go, you have to mention the name of the obscene demon king Hai. Okay, if the elders in the family are officials from the Ministry of Punishment, everyone else should go away."
A group of prison guards who didn't know what was going on but seemed to have received amnesty stood up and ran away, leaving only six unlucky ones.
Chen Yu'an's face softened a little: "You guys, your parents are all serving in the Ministry of Punishment. After we leave this Imperial College in the future, we will have to watch and help each other in the court. Don't say today that I won't take care of you. The six of you don't need to go there to escape the summer heat." Mountain Villa, you only need to instigate others to go and find those supervisors with low-level fathers in the family, or the sons and nephews of officials outside Beijing. You can lobby and let them go to the Mountain Resort to play, but you must mention my name. After the matter is completed, they will spend How much wealth has been sold, I will give you one, one point, yes, one point..."
Han You, who was standing behind the outer pillar, pinched Yahuazi, thinking it was a product promotion, and his feelings were forcefully pulling people's heads.
Chen Yu'an was worthy of being the most knowledgeable among the students in the Imperial College. He explained what was going on in just a few words. The six unlucky men whose relatives were serving in the Ministry of Punishment didn't know whether they understood or not, so they left to kill people.
"The sage has a saying, gentlemen are harmonious but different, villains are alike but not harmonious. We have already discussed this matter. If you are waiting for it, then do it and make a fortune!"
The eight good friends cheered and dispersed to develop and go offline.
Chen Yu'an turned around and saw Han You standing next to the pillar.
Mr. Chen's eyes lit up, then closed his eyes, turned around and walked away, running faster and faster.
Just when Han You was confused, a voice came from behind.
"Han Jiansheng, you just didn't listen to the text in Xianwen Hall."
Han You knew who it was without looking back.
Si Ye Wenqi, the second-in-command of the Imperial Academy, who walks silently, speaks weakly, is too handsome to look directly at, and puts on a dead face every day.
Turning around, Han You gave a salute.
He did not salute as the commander of the Emperor's personal army, but as a supervisor, saluting to the Secretary of the Imperial Academy.
Wen Qi clasped his hands behind his back and happily accepted the gift. He said calmly: "I'll treat you as if you have left the Imperial College."
"No, study hard and make progress every day. I wasn't in Xianwen Hall just now, I went to Chinese Wen Hall."
"Chinese Wen Tang?!"
There was a slight change in Wen Qi's eyes: "Today, the academic officer teaching at Huawen Hall is Old Master Duan Qianfeng. His teachings on scriptures are unique and you will be inspired by them. You are the emperor's personal soldier, and the academic officers will not interfere with you." For your homework, you can go and listen to whomever you want, but I hope you go to Wuwen Hall and listen to Mr. Yin Qiuhan's scriptures, you will definitely gain a lot."
Han You had a variety of expressions. What kind of industry did these old gentlemen from the Imperial College do before teaching?
Jia Aoxiong, Duan Qianfeng, Yin Qiuhan, are these the names of serious people? This is the Imperial Academy, or a cult sect.
"Sir, the students were just in the Chinese Hall..."
Before Han You finished speaking, Wen Qi turned around and left. This was no longer a matter of being rude or not, or whether he would give him face as the emperor's personal army commander. It was as if he was treating the eldest young master of Han's family like nothing.
Han You didn't have any temper at all, because he felt that with Wen Qi's appearance and character, it seemed like he should live like this. When he was in a good mood, he would say a few words to others, and when he was not in a mood, he should just be himself. No one can influence him, delay him, or disturb him.
Han You also discovered a very strange phenomenon.
When other supervisors saw the academic officer, they all bowed and saluted.
But when these supervisors saw Wen Qi from a distance, they ran away without saluting, and dispersed in a rush. It was just as inexplicable as seeing violent debt collection for an online loan that they owed for eight years.
Han You couldn't help it. After being around for so long, he had never been so curious as he was today. He couldn't wait to find someone who understood and asked him what was going on in the Imperial College and why everything was so weird.
