Chapter 1171 Epilogue 27: Typical Negative Zhu Shenfu

Chapter 1171 Postscript 27·Negative Example Zhu Shenfu

Before Xie Yan reached the school gate, he found that the front was crowded with people. There were not only many scholars, but also a large number of students who had not left the school.

The palace guards in charge of leading the way were clearing the scene in an orderly manner.

Xie Yan did not squeeze forward and followed a group of students to the shade of the trees on the side of the road.

There was a student in his twenties next to him. He did not take him seriously at first, but his peripheral vision accidentally swept the jade pendant on his waist, and then he looked at him in surprise.

The student bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "I am Xue Can, a student in the inner room of the Imperial College. I wonder what the name of this scholar is."

Xie Yan returned the salute: "Xie Yan."

"Ah!" Xue Can exclaimed, "You are the damper..."

"Please keep your voice down and don't disturb others." Xie Yan smiled in return.

Although he could usually see many scholars in the Imperial College, Xue Can seemed particularly excited at this moment: "Master Xie, many of my classmates are discussing your molecular paper. Although... although there are many who are skeptical, there are also many who think that your paper makes sense."

Xie Yan said: "It will be verified in a while."

Xue Can asked: "How to verify?"

"You will know when the time comes." Xie Yan certainly did not do it to show off. He had been hiding the scale and not taking it out because he was afraid of any unexpected incidents.

Xue Can asked again: "Some people say that Master Xie studied at the Imperial College in Jinling, and some people say that Master Xie studied at the Imperial College in Chengdu, and some even say that Master Xie has never studied at the Imperial College. Which piece of news is true?"

Xie Yan said: "I haven't studied."

"Then which famous teacher did Master Xie come from?" Xue Can seemed particularly gossipy.

Xie Yan said: "The teacher of Taizu."

Xue Can was startled, and then laughed dumbly.

"Brother Yuguang, you are here, it's easy for us to find it." A voice sounded, and more than a dozen students from the Imperial College came.

Xue Can hurriedly introduced: "You have come at the right time. This is Mr. Xie. Mr. Xie, these are my classmates."

The two sides greeted each other.

Most of these students respected Xie Yan very much, at least on the surface.

But there were two or three exceptions, their words and expressions were very cold, and they didn't give Xie Yan a good face at all. Maybe it was out of jealousy, or maybe it was influenced by their mentor.

The royal team finally came, and the guard of honor was walking in the front.

Those halberd and golden gourd warriors were tall and strong, with an average height of more than 1.8 meters. Moreover, their full body armor was bright and dazzling, and their awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

There were also royal musketeers, carrying muskets on their shoulders, and their slim uniforms looked very capable, with uniform steps and strong discipline.

Under the umbrella, Queen Mother Ye led the little emperor and came, surrounded by a group of eunuchs and palace maids.

"The eldest princess is here!" Many scholars whispered.

The eldest princess is the youngest daughter of the late emperor. He was over fifty years old and had a daughter, so he doted on her.

She was tall and slender, wearing a emerald long jacket and a goose yellow silk skirt. Although her chest was straight and not cleavage-revealing, her collarbone was white, which made people dizzy with the reflection of the sun. Her high bun was decorated with jade cicadas and golden sparrows, and there were several hairpins swaying back and forth.

She was elegant and graceful, and charming in her dignified beauty.

Xie Yan's eyes moved back and forth between the empress dowager and the princess.

Which one should I choose?

Oh, I'm so upset.

The last time I had such a difficult decision was when I was in junior high school, and I was troubled for a long time because of the choice between Peking University and Tsinghua University.

Empress Dowager Ye is quite attractive, a mixed race from the Western Regions, and looks a bit like Malzahar... No, it's Guli Nazha.

But the eldest princess is so tall, she must have a pair of long legs.

"It's Changle Jushi!"

Someone suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, but those who could understand this sentence must have been old.

Changle Jushi was the nickname of the female Jinshi Tao Jinfeng when she was practicing Taoism.

At this moment, Tao Jinfeng was following the side and back of the little emperor as a court lady.

The dozen or so students no longer cared about Xie Yan, and all their attention turned to the royal family members.

When the court team had completely passed, the scholars and students on both sides of the road gathered and followed them to the school's auditorium.

The auditorium had a normal three-story height, but when you walked in, you knew it was empty inside, supported by huge pillars.

The wood of this kind of pillar is generally used to build palaces.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites and senior members of the society accompanied them all the way in, and today even the Minister of Rites came.

The first national academic conference after the little emperor ascended the throne must be grand.

The dozen or so students stopped outside the auditorium and watched Xie Yan go in with great envy.

An official was standing at the door checking the invitations. He said to Xie Yan by the invitation number: "Mr. Xie's seat is in the last row."

"Thank you for your advice."

Xie Yan went straight to the back. It was a special privilege for him to be invited. He certainly couldn't think of sitting in the front row for the opening meeting.

Scholars came in one after another. Xie Yan looked around and saw more than a dozen female scholars.

The female scholars were arranged around Empress Dowager Ye and the eldest princess regardless of their rank. This not only gave the two noble ladies someone to chat with, but also separated them from men to avoid suspicion.

There are actually many women studying academics across the country.

Especially those who were born as prostitutes. Because of the previous experience of Tao Jinfeng, no woman now dares to hope to become an official after passing the imperial examination.

Child prodigies usually get married while studying at Imperial College, and very few of them can persist until graduation. But after getting married, you can still study knowledge at home, subscribe to various academic journals, try to write papers for submission to societies, or write letters to exchange academic issues with friends.

Perhaps they are dragged down by family chores, or perhaps for other reasons. There are many women who study academics in private, but very few can achieve results and are awarded bachelor's status.

The dozen or so people attending the conference today are all female scholars, and most of them are the lowest level medicine and jade bachelors. Like Xie Yan, they are specially invited scholars and are not eligible to participate under normal circumstances.

Xie Yan found his seat. On his left was an old man and on his right was a middle-aged man.

After greeting each other, Xie Yan found out that the old man was a professor at Jinan Medical College.

He had to make a good friend with the doctor, as there was no chance that he would have a difficult or complicated disease one day. Xie Yan had nothing to say and chatted with the old man.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the direction of the door, and nearby scholars stood up one after another, but were quickly pushed back to sit down.

Queen Mother Ye also stood up holding the little emperor's hand, and walked towards the door with the eldest princess.

The President of the Royal Society was helped in on a cane.

This old president has a very high seniority, even Emperor Dingtai is his junior. As a concubine from the clan, he did not inherit the title, but he was gradually promoted to marquis due to his academic achievements.

Of course, clan status must play a role, and you can't rise that high just by yourself.

Although the scholar's title cannot be passed down to the next generation, not just anyone can get it.

The little emperor was led to salute the old president.

The old president smiled so hard that his few teeth were revealed. He first touched the little emperor's head lovingly, then reached into his arms and took out a piece of candy. He tore off the sugar coating and stuffed it into the little emperor's mouth.

The little emperor was obviously confused and turned to look at his mother. Queen Mother Ye smiled and nodded, signaling her son to open his mouth.

After a while, the opening meeting officially began.

The first person to speak on stage was the Vice President of the Royal Society.

The old president has long since stopped taking care of secular affairs, and this vice president is the one who really takes care of things. He first thanked all the guests present, reviewed the important academic achievements of the past few years, looked forward to the future academic prospects, and said that the Royal Society will always be loyal to the emperor.

Xie Yan feels that this auditorium is so awesome.

He was sitting in the last row. The person speaking on the stage was so far away that his facial features could not be seen, and his entire face was blurred. But even though there is no amplification tool, the voice of the speech can be heard to the back row.

This auditorium is itself a loudspeaker!

Perhaps because there were too many dignitaries in the audience, the vice president's speech ended in less than ten minutes, and then the old president was invited to speak on the stage.

The old president was tremblingly helped up, and his voice was quite loud: "I am getting old, and my days are numbered. Today's grand gathering is something I decided to hold on the spur of the moment. I wanted to see the old people before I was laid to rest. Old friends, let’s meet today’s young talents.”

"I started my education at the age of five, and published a paper at the age of seventeen. I will turn eighty this year. I have generally lived a smooth life, and I have made some small achievements that are not worthy of praise. I have also been carried away and criticized with academic prejudices. Young man. It turned out that I was wrong.”

"Recently, two young scholars have been severely criticized by everyone. I would like to say that as long as it is not something that can be falsified, never jump to conclusions. I have made big mistakes in this, and I didn't even have the chance to apologize. None. The scholar I accused had been dead for several years when his academic achievements were confirmed.

"What can I do? I can only go to his grave and lay incense sticks. This matter has become a big problem in my heart, and my heart is filled with panic when I think about it. I always feel that I have done something wrong, and I hope to die soon and go to the spring." Say sorry next time.”

"Please take this as a lesson and don't make the same mistakes I made."

After the old president finished speaking, the audience burst into applause.

Then Queen Mother Ye was invited to the stage. Queen Mother Ye waved her hands, as if she didn't want to be in the limelight.

This matter has been decided a long time ago, and the host knows it, but to invite the Queen Mother to speak on behalf of the Emperor, there is still a process to go through even if she does not speak.

Finally, it was the turn of Yan Xide, the Minister of Rites, to speak.

This story starts directly from Taizu Taizong, goes back to the pre-Qin period, and continues to the current academic world. Just when people thought he was about to finish speaking, he actually started talking about foreign academics again.

Yan Xide said: "Ten years ago, I was sent out to serve as the Governor-General of India. I had contact with businessmen from Western countries and learned about many Western academic developments."

"The Indian countries are not good. Although they are very close to the Ming Dynasty, they only believe in messy gods."

"The countries in Tianfang are very open-minded. Those countries that believe in desert religion respect scholars very much. Especially those big countries in Tianfang have built many imperial schools and libraries, and highly respected scholars can directly serve as officials."

"Great scholars from the Tianfang countries often entrust Tianfang merchants to order journals from the Ming Dynasty to be shipped there. It is impossible to guard against it, because the Tianfang merchants secretly entrust the Ming merchants. Those Ming merchants are so jealous of money that a journal can Selling a copy for a few dozen silver dollars is not enough, so I often make dozens or hundreds of copies and sell them.”

"A scientific journal printed in the Ming Dynasty will often appear in the Sudanese Library in Egypt two or three years later. Especially in the past two or three decades, there have been more and more Tianfang scholars who secretly studied the Ming Dynasty's scholarship! If I hadn't found it, Coal mines, I guess Egypt even has steam engines!”

Xie Yan was dumbfounded.

A steampunk Ming Dynasty is not enough, and we need to create another steampunk Middle East?

Of course, this is a bit groundless.

The desert religious countries in the Middle East do have a long academic tradition. But all the scholars there must first be religious scholars, and everything must be based on religion.

Moreover, the education system and academic system are too backward, and most of the academic achievements cannot be used at all.

Coupled with the frequent wars and very backward productivity, both the official and the civilian are very poor.

The sultans are also more concerned about power, war and religion. While respecting scholars on the surface, they completely ignore the advice of scholars.

Military technology is catching up very quickly, and muskets and artillery are used in naval battles. However, due to the economy and productivity, the scale of the firearms force has always been small, and it is only used as a killer at critical moments.

The corrupt and incompetent late Qing government also sent schoolchildren to study in Europe and the United States.

But what can these schoolchildren change?

Not only the desert religious countries in the Middle East, but even Byzantium can access Ming academic journals, but they are only spread second-hand from the Middle Eastern countries.

Even the Pope has read academic journals!

When the previous previous previous Pope read about the heliocentric theory, he immediately wrote to the monarchs of various European countries and jointly banned all the fallacies from the East.

The monarchs of various countries readily agreed, but they read them privately because they could not understand most of the papers, so they put away their strong curiosity.

Now, except for the Papal States, the entire Italian region is the territory of the Holy Roman Empire.

In several major commercial cities in Italy, some nobles have been secretly studying Eastern academics. The more the Pope bans books, the more they want to read them, and they are not afraid at all.

Because they are the subjects of the Holy Roman Emperor, and the Holy Roman Emperor has a deep conflict with the Pope.

Even if the Pope has ten courage, he dare not send people to the Holy Roman Empire to have a barbecue.

The Holy Roman Emperor has actually secretly developed firearms. It's just that the emperor is old and there are a lot of conflicts in the country, so he doesn't want to take the initiative to start a war again.

When the next Holy Roman Emperor succeeds to the throne, he will inevitably use firearms to fight, and the first thing to fight is a civil war!

Just look at whether the Holy Roman Empire will collapse as it did in history with the secret firearms unit, and whether the Hohenstaufen family will still lose power.

Eastern learning spreads to the West, and it becomes more and more intense.

The Western history of this time and space is bound to become more unrecognizable.

In any case, from Italy to Byzantium, and then to several major countries in the Middle East, countless scholars regard the Ming Dynasty as the "Heavenly Kingdom" and the Ming Empire as their spiritual homeland.

They admire everything about the Ming Dynasty and make up all kinds of stories.

Those stories often contain political metaphors, and the Ming Dynasty is always a positive image.

Well, the "Yilin" of the Middle Ages.

Moreover, Zhu Guoxiang, the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty, appears the most in various stories.

Zhu Ming, on the contrary, has become a monarch who only knows how to fight, and often acts impulsively without considering the consequences. At this time, Zhu Guoxiang will stand up and educate his son with philosophical words, and Zhu Ming will correct his mistakes immediately after listening to the admonition.

Those Western scholars who make up stories are all bad.

They compare themselves to Zhu Guoxiang and the monarch to Zhu Ming. The central idea of ​​those stories is that the father teaches his son, and they teach their monarch.

For example, Zhu Ming was lustful one day, so he rushed out of the royal castle on horseback and ran to his own territory to rob women.

At the critical moment, Zhu Guoxiang appeared, and a few words made his son turn over a new leaf. From then on, he ordered all nobles in the country not to rob women.

As a result, girls in the Ming Dynasty could go out at will without worrying about safety.

With so many stories like this, Zhu Ming's image became very strange. It seems that he has done all kinds of bad things, so bad that he has sores on his head and pus on his feet, but he is also a wise monarch who can correct his mistakes.

The messy little stories spread more and more widely, and even women in the folk used Zhu Ming to educate their sons: "There is a Zhu Shenfu in the far east. He was as naughty as you when he was a child. Later, he listened to his father, corrected his mistakes and became the emperor!"