First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 138 Confucian Temple
Zhu Biao put down his thoughts, looked at Song Lian and asked, "Mr. Song, what are the candidates doing now, but they are all reviewing their books?"

Song Lian stroked his beard and said, "Today should be the day for candidates to go to the Confucian Temple to worship. The exam is about to start, and almost all the candidates have come. It's time to ask Confucius to bless the gold list."

Zhu Biao nodded after hearing this. He himself had never been to the Confucian Temple, so he said to Song Lian, "The exam papers have been fixed. Master Song is interested in going to the Confucian Temple with me to have a look."

Song Lian naturally happily agreed. He is a traditional literati and official, so he naturally hoped that Zhu Biao would have a heart of reverence for Confucius, and open up an era of prosperity for Ming Dynasty after he ascended the throne.

Since the fall of the Song Dynasty, the literary movement has been sluggish, and even the imperial examinations have been held from time to time. Now that the Sun Moon Xintian has finally reopened, it is natural to restore the cultural movement of the world, and the prosperity of the cultural movement is not far away!
Zhu Biao changed into a suit of clothes, and Liu Jin also changed into a suit of book boy's with a frowning face, but Song Lian didn't need to change, he was usually dressed as a Confucian scholar.

Zhu Biao changed into a white straight gown, put on a square flat scarf, borrowed an ordinary jade pendant from his master, and took a fan, just like a scholar from an aristocratic family.

Song Lian looked at and nodded in satisfaction. After changing the crown prince's regular clothes, the majesty of the prince of the dynasty faded a lot, and his refined air rose. Although the noble air cultivated since childhood is still there, it will not be easy recognize.

Liu Jin persuaded from the side: "Master, should I ask the Holy One for instructions, what should I do if someone bumps into you when you go out?"

In fact, Zhu Biao has been depressed recently, and wants to go out for a while: "It's okay, I don't want to go out of the city, you go to the military commander's mansion and ask dozens of good men to follow behind to protect it."

Liu Jin immediately took the order and left, but what she thought in her heart was that dozens of players would be enough, and hundreds of players should be called no matter what.

Zhu Biao himself is not worried. Throughout history, Jing Ke's assassination of Qin Dynasty has never been successful. Apart from killing himself, the emperor was killed by members of the royal family or those ministers who controlled the government.

What's more, Nanjing City is the central area of ​​Ming Dynasty, and the pro-military captain's mansions are all over the city. Even if Zhu Biao doesn't bring anyone with him, if something happens, more than a dozen people will immediately jump out to protect him.

Zhu Biao talked with Song Lian for a while, and then saw Liu Jin leading Mao Xiang in. After the two of them saluted, Zhu Biao knew that his father had no objection to him going out to have a look.

A group of people first took an ordinary carriage out of the palace, and then stopped at the backyard of an inn. The Confucian Temple is not far from here, and the inn is only used by internal personnel, so it is also very safe and secret.

The four of them left the inn and walked towards the Confucian Temple. Zhu Biao looked at the hawkers on both sides with a smile on his face. Nanjing was much more prosperous than when he went out last time.

Both Song Lian and Mao Xiang often traveled in the city, so they didn't find it unusual, but Zhu Biao's master and servant were a little dazzled. They had lived in the deep palace for a long time, and when they came out, they had a large number of guards to open the way. How could there be a chance to see such a scene.

Along the way, there were also many young scholars who were beckoning to their friends, their eyes brimming with confidence, Zhu Biao looked at them as if he was watching his son grow up, and felt inexplicably happy in his heart.

Song Lian looked at them and said with a smile: "You are high-spirited and have a good attitude. This is the demeanor that my scholars of the Ming Dynasty should have."

Zhu Biao looked at them with a smile and said, "There is a shortage of talented people who are waiting to be done. I really hope that there will be a few people with talents in the world."

After Liu Jin saw something new, she focused all her attention on Zhu Biao's side, for fear that someone would bump into him, but after paying attention for a while, she found that although there were people coming and going, these people were very measured, faintly Surround Zhu Biao in a circle.

Mao Xiang, who was on the side, saw Liu Jin's nervous expression, and gave him a reassuring look. Naturally, the pro-military captain's mansion was foolproof.

There are many beautifully dressed women on the tall buildings on both sides of the road. They smiled and looked at the young scholars passing by below. From time to time, they threw down a handkerchief to the boy they liked and covered their face with a thin round fan, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

If the scholars below fled, they would laugh and jokingly push each other a few times. Zhu Biao's aura of wealth and nobility naturally attracted attention, and he dropped several champagne handkerchiefs, but they were all quickly snatched away by the passers-by. , none of them fell on Zhu Biao,
Zhu Biao looked up, and the women shouted at him: "Little master, come up, I have a handkerchief embroidered by myself, and I want to give it to you!"

Zhu Biao smiled at them, and then left, ignoring them, they didn't know that they had saved their lives.

Song Lian looked at Zhu Biao and said, "Although these places are interesting, they are exhausting. How many young men in brocade clothes will end up miserable."

Zhu Biao said with a smile: "I know Master Song's intention, but I am just curious."

Song Lian smiled: "Young people are full of vigor, curiosity is normal, if it is other disciples, I am used to taking them in to have a look and test their resolve."

Zhu Biao also smiled, if Song Lian led him in, within half an hour, the palace guards would rush in and behead Song Lian and the women inside.

Zhu Biao and his party finally arrived at the Confucian Temple. They said it was a temple, but it was actually a palace complex, with bluestone steps, red walls and yellow tiles, and dragon carvings on the walls. Of course, they were all dragons.

Entering the Confucian Temple, there are crowds of people inside, groups of scholars are neatly dressed, there are many alchemists in the corner, and there are several archways on the ground, engraved with the words of the master of all ages, the most holy in the literary world.

Zhu Biao was crowded and squeezed in front of a large vat, which was full of water, and there were several bowls at the bottom of the vat, with some words of blessing written in them, and many Hongwu Tongbao scattered on the side.

Zhu Biao glanced at it with great interest, and Liu Jin who was on the side hurriedly took out a few copper coins and handed them to Zhu Biao. The refraction of light on the water surface makes it really difficult to hit it in one shot.

Then Zhu Biao followed the flow of people, took a good stroll around, and offered a stick of incense to Confucius. After all, Zhu Biao was going to make him an old man.

After wandering around, Zhu Biao really felt how much the literati of this era revered Confucius, that is, spiritual beliefs, and these will subtly influence the Confucius family, which is not a good thing.

Zhu Biao's face was cheerful, but the fear of the Kong family in his heart deepened. Even if the methods were dirty, the Kong family shop must be defeated.

After paying homage to Confucius, many scholars gathered together to talk and laugh happily. They were obviously very confident in themselves. Some of them knelt in front of the statue of Confucius and refused to get up. Even if they were dragged, they still chanted something to Confucius. .

Zhu Biao looked at them with his hands behind his back. There were many small groups in the crowd, but they were clearly divided into two factions from the stand positions. The southern scholars made friends with the southern scholars, and the northern scholars only played with their own people.

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