Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Six: The Palace Summons

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Wang... Shou... Ren...

These three words came out of Zhu Houzhao's mouth.

Yang Tinghe was dumbfounded.

Who is Wang Shouren?

Never heard of it.

But behind him, Wang Hua's body was trembling.

When Wang Shouren was kicked out of the house, he was expected to reflect on himself and realize his mistakes! But Wang Hua was his father after all, and Wang Shouren was his son. No matter what he said, Wang Shouren was also his heart and soul.

But... Hearing that this guy packed his bedding, he ran directly to Fang's house.

Wang Hua's heart...whether it hurts...

Naturally, he couldn't have the audacity to go to the Fang family's dignitaries and call Wang Shouren back home.

After all, he can't just go to other people's houses to make trouble, after all, he is the clean stream of the clean stream!

But seeing his son messing around with Fang Jifan, he couldn't sleep or eat.

But now... when the prince talked about Mr. Wang, he was still complacent, saying that Mr. Wang praised the prince as a high talent, and said that the prince had almost read the books. This... what is this?

This is misleading people's children, and it's not easy to harm people. They have followed Fang Jifan all the way to the dark.

Wang Hua was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, his face was miserable, his eyes showed pain, and his body was crumbling.

Yang Tinghe turned around subconsciously, noticed Wang Hua's strangeness, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Dehui, Dehui, what's wrong?"

Just at the moment when Wang Hua fainted, Yang Tinghe quickly held Wang Hua, but Zhu Houzhao had already left on a flying horse.

Yang Tinghe stamped his feet anxiously, which one is Mr. Wang and which one is Wang Shouren? Is this still a human being who actually confuses the prince so much?

Wang Hua woke up quietly, looked at Yang Tinghe looking at him eagerly, his eyes opened a line, and heard Yang Tinghe say angrily: "Wang Shouren is also a traitor, and he even deceived His Highness the Crown Prince..."

Wang Hua wanted to pass out again.

But after all, thinking of his son, who did such a wrong thing, and thinking about his safety, he couldn't help saying: "Wang Shouren...it's my son...my son..."

"What..." Yang Tinghe looked at Wang Hua in shock, and even thought he heard it wrong.

Wang Hua really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, but he had to take a deep breath, regained a little bit of strength, supported his forehead and said: "My son was also mistaken by a traitor, I don't know what kind of enchantment he ate Medicine, said that he learned the knowledge of Uncle Xinjian, and flaunted it everywhere, hey, I am really ashamed, these so-called knowledge were all taught by Fang Jifan, and have nothing to do with my son. My son, like the prince, was people's mistakes."

For this sake, what else can I say, can I say that my unworthy son cheated the prince?

As a great father, if he wanted to preserve his son, and as the head of the family, if he wanted to preserve the reputation of the royal family, he would not admit to his death that this knowledge belonged to Wang Shouren, it had to be Fang Jifan's.

Except for that freak Fang Jifan, who could come up with such a fallacious theory?

Yang Tinghe really believed it.

You see what a dignified person Wang Hua is. Would the son he taught tinker with these things? Would the royal family's heirs of poems and books be so deviant?

Of course not.

But now, concerning the crown prince, the problem is very serious.

Yang Tinghe took a deep look at Wang Hua, and said: "Dehui, the matter is urgent. If Your Highness is not good at learning, that's all right. It's a great misfortune for this country to believe in gossip. We will enshrine the East Palace. It was your negligence, but if His Highness the Crown Prince is mistaken by an adulterer because of this, you and I will never be redeemed by death, Dehui, we must go to see you immediately, we must not indulge anymore."

Wang Hua took a deep breath, but he didn't know what to say. He naturally knew the seriousness of the problem, but he also knew that this matter would never be resolved, but this matter also related to his son. It made him hesitate.

Seeing Wang Hua hesitating, Yang Tinghe said angrily, "Since Uncle Xinjian came out with these demonic words, the Crown Prince and Lingzi are the victims."

Wang Hua was finally moved, and finally spit out two words: "Miansheng!"

On the other side, Zhu Houzhao had already rode out of the East Palace, and Liu Jin followed quickly, saying, "Your Highness, Your Highness, why does this servant feel that his eyelids are always twitching, something is going to happen."

Zhu Houzhao was sitting on the horse, full of interest. He wished he could spread his wings and fly to the Western Mountains. Hearing Liu Jin's words, he said nonchalantly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will be fine."

Liu Jin seemed to have eaten a fly, and said with a bitter face: "Of course your highness is not afraid, your highness is the crown prince, the prince of the country..."

In the middle of his speech, Zhu Houzhao didn't bother to pay attention to him. He sped up his horse with a bang, and took a step first. A group of guards, all in casual clothes, also quickly caught up with him.

Liu Jin only spoke half of what he said. Looking at Zhu Houzhao who had gone away, he was abrupt. The second half of the sentence, "The slaves will be miserable at that time. If something happens, it is not an exaggeration to divide the body into five horses." The second half of the sentence can only be vivid Swallowed back into the stomach.

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Wang Shouren had been waiting in Xishan early today.

Zhu Houzhao originally thought that he was going to dig mines, and the scholars who came here have also learned to be smart. Although everyone wore Lun scarves on their heads, they did not wear Confucian shirts today. After all, Confucian shirts are not convenient for work. Underneath are breeches.

But Wang Shouren stared at the crowd and said, "Divide the hoes."

Someone will

Said: "Didn't you hear about mining?"

Wang Shouren said calmly: "My teacher has explained, don't make trouble for the miners, this land needs to be doubled."

In fact, I haven't finished this sentence, and there is still the second half of the sentence. Wang Shouren chose not to say it very wisely. Fang Jifan's original words were that they are all free to work anyway, and there is no use for nothing.

The scholars were silent again after hearing this.

On the contrary, Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "The cultivation is also very good. Today I can reclaim three acres, which must be more than yesterday."

However, some people also raised doubts, and it was Liu Jie who raised the doubts.

Liu Jie saluted Wang Shouren solemnly, and then said: "Mr. Wang is a talented student. The students have a doubt. Please ask Mr. Wang to clarify."

Wang Shouren nodded with a smile.

Liu Jie said: "Mr. Wang's reasoning, the students take it very seriously, but... the reasoning is the reasoning, but nowadays, the imperial court uses stereotyped writing to select scholars. If Cheng Zhuzhi doesn't read the Confucian classics, how can a scholar become an official?"

His question is actually what everyone wants to ask.

Your reasoning is very good and thought-provoking, and everyone is willing to learn it, but the situation is stronger than others.

Think about it, if a scholar wants to become an official, he must take the imperial examination, and if he takes the imperial examination, if he doesn't learn from Cheng Zhu, even if everyone follows Mr. Wang and bends down to do things, what's the use? In the end, if you don't have any fame, are you still a scholar?

Most of the people standing here are juren and scholars, and they are more or less concerned about their own future.

Even Liu Jie, who has repeatedly failed in the name of Sun Shan, but why didn't he have the heart to be named on the gold list? After all, it is everyone who has the idea of ​​honoring the lintel.

Wang Shouren said with a slight smile: "You are asking the right question. I also asked my teacher for advice on this question. My teacher's answer is very simple. Since the reality is like this, the imperial court's big policy cannot be changed by you or me. What about farmland?"

"..."

Can imperial examinations be used as cultivated land?

Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Wang Shouren said with a smile: "My teacher has trained many Jinshi, and the method he cultivated is very simple, that is, to regard writing as a craft, not as a pursuit of the Tao. Method. Since it is a craft, then it is like cultivating land, to master the knack of stereotyped writing, read Cheng Zhu as a method of cultivating land, and read it with an attitude of using it as a tool. If you get a good article of stereotyped writing , then analyze this article, why it uses this to solve the problem, why it uses it to start a story, other people learn stereotypes, they see the meat of stereotypes, but you can ignore the meat of stereotypes when you read stereotypes, and you don’t have to delve into these stereotypes There is no truth in the text, but to see the bones."

"Seeing its bones, treating stereotyped writing as farming, as a craft..."

Everyone was quiet, all in deep thought.

Can this work?

They're not so sure.

At this time, Wang Shouren said again: "Besides, stereotyped writing is so difficult right now. There are too many strange questions. If you want to stand out, the most difficult thing is to solve the problems. You can lock yourself in the study and study hard. If you want to solve the problems , it is even more difficult, you might as well come out more and increase your knowledge, then your thinking may be different, and it may be easier to solve the problem."

"Of course... In terms of how to use stereotyped writing as a skill, I am not as good as the three brothers Ouyang Zhi and Jiang Chen. They occasionally come here for evening classes. If you have time, you might as well come and listen to their lectures. It's getting late. , let’s cultivate first.”

Everyone is skeptical about this.

What Wang Shouren meant was roughly that when learning stereotyped essays, when learning Cheng Zhu, you don’t have to worship it as a vast truth, but like a skill, to learn why he said this, why this stereotyped essay is better than others, and use it A detached attitude to analyze the pros and cons of stereotyped writing. This seems to have some truth, but whether it is useful or not, only God knows.

Liu Jie thought for a while, then nodded: "Students are taught."

He has repeatedly failed in reputation. There is a saying that if you have too many debts, you will not worry, and if you have too many lice, you will not itch.

After all, getting a title on the Gold List is really too difficult, as difficult as climbing to the sky. There are hundreds of thousands of scholars in the world, but every three years, there is no one in a thousand.

Wang Shouren had already taken the hoe, and had already taken the lead in plowing, and everyone no longer hesitated, and started plowing together.

Xishan was a busy scene, and two orders were issued from the Nuan Pavilion at noon that day.

The two eunuchs hurried towards the direction of Xishan and Xinjianbo's mansion, and left quickly.

His Majesty has a decree to summon Xinjian Bofang Jifan and Prince Zhu Houzhao to see him.

Because His Majesty was in a hurry, the eunuchs naturally didn't dare to neglect, their faces were ashen, and they were as silent as a cicada. It seemed that there was already a wave of waves in the palace...

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