In the dim light, the man bowed deeply.
"My surname is Huang. I am from Ningbo Prefecture, Zhejiang Province. I am a new Jinshi this year and was awarded the promotion officer of Ningguo Mansion. After arriving at Ningguo Mansion, I found that the original promotion officer was still in office. The Ministry of Civil Affairs corrected the mistake and ordered me to be the promotion officer of Songjiang Prefecture. . My servant and I disembarked from the canal and just passed Tongli when we encountered robbers."
When Han Ximeng heard this, he suddenly sighed.
It turned out that this man was going to his hometown of Songjiang to take up a post. He, an official of Songjiang, and himself, a citizen of Songjiang, were now trapped in a bandit den. Banditry in the Susong area is rampant.
Han Ximeng continued to ask: "Does the enemy that Sir is suspicious of have a name?"
Mr. Huang told the whole story calmly.
His enemy is called Shen Tonghe. This person also went to Beijing to take the exam this year. He spent a lot of money to bribe officials in the Ministry of Etiquette and was able to take the exam in the same dormitory as his in-law Zhao Mingyang.
Zhao Mingyang had excellent knowledge and literary talent. After he finished writing the article, he wrote it for Shen Tonghe and asked him to copy it. Unexpectedly, Shen actually took Huiyuan.
That day at the Gongyuan of the Ministry of Rites, some candidates knew about this matter, but because Shen Tonghe's father was serving as governor of Henan, the candidates did not dare to offend the Shen family.
However, Mr. Huang believes that the officials' sons blatantly cheated, and where did they place the laws of the Ming Dynasty? How can such a person who deceives the world and steals his reputation become an official? On the day when the results were released, he obscured Shen Tonghe's name with mud and asked for a thorough investigation. The Ministry of Rites re-examined him separately and found that he was indeed a man with a superficial knowledge of literature and writing. Zhao Mingyang confessed, so the court sent the two to guard the border.
After listening to this, Han Ximeng thought to himself, this Mr. Huang is obviously a Jinshi in high school. The cheating of the candidates in the same examination does not affect his personal pursuit of fame and official position, but he is still not afraid of the powerful and wants to argue clearly for justice. This His temper is very similar to that of his late father.
Zheng Haizhu, who was wearing a mosquito net beside him, could not help but secretly complain as a time traveler.
The officials of the Ming Dynasty were indeed more bizarre than the others. When the Ministry of Personnel appointed officials to Jinshi, they even got the wrong prefecture and county. Then, the son of a high-ranking official cheated on the scientific examination, and the high-ranking official found the underworld to kill the whistleblower without saying a word.
Regardless of whether the corpses are on a plain diet or whether they have nothing to rely on, the administration is in a mess. No wonder, in less than thirty years, the Ming Dynasty will be finished.
I heard Han Ximeng ask more and more respectfully: "Can I ask your name, little lady?"
"The name is Zunsu, and the characters are really long."
What?
Zheng Haizhu was shocked. Fortunately, the darkness concealed her expression.
Huang Zunsu... isn't that the father of Huang Zongxi, a famous thinker in the late Ming Dynasty, and one of the Seven Gentlemen of the Donglin Party?
If history is remembered correctly, ten years later, at the end of the Apocalypse, he was arrested and imprisoned for offending the eunuch Wei Zhongxian, and committed suicide in prison. He was only in his early forties when he died.
In Yuyao, Zhejiang, there is still the Huang Zunsu Cemetery hidden in a large plum garden.
Jinshi in the last years of Wanli, a native of Ningbo Prefecture, first promoted to Ningguo, with an unusual name, and a deep voice that is neither old nor young... All the information can be matched. The person in front of me should be Huang Zunsu in history.
A year ago, after the time-traveled Zheng Haizhu gradually adapted to her identity and began to implement her own livelihood plan, Han Ximeng, a Songjiang socialite and the founder of "Gu Embroidery" admired by later generations, was the first historical celebrity she found on her own initiative.
And Huang Zunsu is the second celebrity to bump into.
Zheng Haizhu couldn't help but murmur, if Huang Zunsu would not die in this kidnapping and revenge, then what was the reason for his escape?
While I was thinking about it, the wooden door of the shed was opened, and the old woman stepped in with food and a small oil lamp on the tray.
The mother-in-law had delivered meals to Huang Zunsu in the past few days, and she was not surprised to see him standing in the greenhouse. When she saw Zheng Haizhu hanging the mosquito net, she felt sour in her heart - young and pretty girls are so popular, and this nerd is so popular right away. I'm going to be a ghost, but I don't forget to fawn over beautiful women.
The mother-in-law handed the food plate to Zheng Haizhu, turned around and walked out of the smelly livestock shed.
"Miss, the chicken soup is so fragrant, with green beans added, and the rice looks like it's steamed with new rice." Zheng Haizhu reported briskly.
Although she was in danger, Miss Han had just said she wanted to have a good meal, so why would she, a maid, make the atmosphere too solemn?
Han Ximeng ordered: "Give Mr. Huang a bowl."
Zheng Haizhu complied, and Huang Zunsu did not refuse with any politeness. He took the chicken soup and simply sat on the floor and sipped slowly.
Han Ximeng said to Zheng Haizhu with a sense of humor: "When we were studying art in Suzhou, we visited Canglang Pavilion and ate red sheep noodles at the farmhouse next to the garden. We also disliked how many flies flew into the canteen and it was too untidy. Now It can be eaten even though it is surrounded by mosquitoes and flies, with pigs and sheep pens nearby."
Zheng Haizhu was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. He ate a few chopsticks of rice before going to answer the host's words: "Miss, I read an anecdote when I was looking through my brother's books in my hometown in Zhangzhou. One of the four bachelors of the Su family. Huang Tingjian was relegated to a small state city. He lived in a dilapidated house. There was a pig-killing stall outside the window. Every day there was blood, strong smell, and green flies flying around. Huang Tingjian was not unable to survive, so he ate what he needed to eat. , sleep when it’s time to sleep, read and write poems, and live your life as usual.”
Over there, Huang Zunsu was drinking chicken soup. After listening to Zheng Haizhu's words, he couldn't help but be curious about this young woman.
Nowadays, women's reputation is the most important thing. If a rich lady has entered a bandit's den, even if she escapes, the world will look at her with suspicion. Even though Huang Zunsu hated this rotten concept of not distinguishing right from wrong and blaming the innocent, he could not ignore it, so he kept silent and did not ask where the two masters and servants were in trouble in front of them.
But just now, he had noticed from the conversation between the two that the maid deduced the cause of the danger for her master, which was not like the brain power of ordinary maids. Now it sounds like she comes from a scholar's family. No wonder she has to be calm in the face of danger, and she can also understand the literati's understanding and understanding. .
Since Huang Zunsu had the intention of approving, he continued the allusion mentioned by Zheng Haizhu: "That's what the girl said. Huang Tingjian also named his shabby room 'Xiaojizhai', which means tranquility in making noise, and is open-minded and self-deprecating."
Han Ximeng was also a man who read poetry and books. After a brief memory, he said softly: "I remembered that this Huang Luzhi Huang Gong also wrote a poem: A dangerous mind travels ten thousand miles, and a restless desire gives birth to five soldiers. Hidden a few A stick of incense makes the sky above the spiritual platform bright..."
"Yes, the five unique poems that the young lady mentioned are straightforward in terms of language, but I like them very much. Huang Gong is a master of incense making in the Song Dynasty."
"Well, he is also a master of calligraphy. I like his "Main Pillar Inscriptions". It would be great if I could embroider it."
In the shabby room, the three prisoners were just talking, amidst the smell of chicken soup and pig manure, not thinking about their current situation like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
At this moment, I heard the chaotic sound of footsteps in the courtyard, and then the voice of the naked guarding drake sounded: "Hey, Second Master, why are you here?"
