Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 447

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials was very clear-headed at this moment, and immediately replied: "I have nothing to do, I will retire."

Saying that, he gave a farewell ceremony, and immediately stepped back outside.

The prospective students have all arrived at the Imperial College, so what's the point of arguing with this old guy, it's better to go and see how he is, and it's only reasonable to get a good impression first.

This old bastard is so shameless, he can no longer pay attention to demeanor, he has lost the opportunity just now, and he can't lose it this time.

Seeing this, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites was not far behind, and quickly resigned: "The old minister is fine, let's go first."

Why are you still arguing, all the quarrels are to compete for this student, now this student is the key point, the other is irrelevant!

The two people who took the lead in causing trouble disappeared in an instant, leaving behind a group of people who were stunned and unable to react in time.

Didn't you still talk about the reasoning just now? Why did you run away before the reasoning?
The emperor took a sip of tea slowly, seeing that there were still people who were staring stupidly, closed the lid of the cup, and looked down lightly.

The rest of the people were startled, panicked and retreated one after another, not daring to wait for a moment.

Just kidding, just now there were those two old oily guys blocking the guns, they stood by and watched, and from time to time, they just had to say a word or two. If Long Live God wanted to reprimand them, he would reprimand them first, but those two left, no one was carrying the fire, they If you don't leave, you will be punished?They are not stupid.

In an instant, the group of people left completely, and the hall became quiet.

The emperor put down the teacup, tapped his fingers on the imperial case, and lowered his eyes thoughtfully. In fact, he was very curious about Lian Mu, and he always had a strange feeling in his heart. He also wanted to know whether this person was as embarrassing as he thought. Useful.

He really wanted to see this person in person, but the emperor couldn't do whatever he wanted.

The two old slickers, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites and Shangshu of the Ministry of Officials, had gone to see people, but if he also went, it would not be the case. The old man of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites had to cry and hug his legs on the spot, making him think twice.

He thought for a while, and said to Zhang Qing: "Get ready. When the exam starts on the [-]rd, I will take a look at the Imperial College."

No matter how much he cries, he can't stop what he is determined to do, but he has to keep a low profile and not let too many people know about it.

Zhang Qing was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that this lame examinee could make such a big disturbance, and Long Live Lord also thought about it.

He respectfully complied, and then he had to find Hu Miaomiao to arrange the guards.

Outside the hall, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials and the Minister of the Ministry of Rites walked quickly.

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials was anxious, he didn't expect this old thing to be so capable, at a young age, looking at his light bones, he could walk on par with him, and he couldn't help but feel competitive.

Minister of the Ministry of Rites was secretly proud, regardless of his age, in order to live longer, he had to practice Tai Chi every day, and walked around ten laps at home to exercise his body, how could these pampered people compare.

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials was out of breath, and he couldn't get rid of the old thing next to him after walking for a long way. He turned his head and looked at the old thing, who was neither blushing nor out of breath, yet still had time to smile at him and provoke him , I was even more annoyed.

Except for urgent reports, there is nothing to do in the palace and he is not allowed to run wildly, so he can only bury his head and walk hard.

As he was walking, he suddenly thought of something, he had a solid idea in his mind, he slowed down, he was not in a hurry, and started to walk slowly.

The Minister of Rites quickly overtook him, and couldn't help laughing when he saw this: "Master Feng, can't you walk anymore? Then let's rest for a while, the old man will go first."

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials looked at the old man who was not slowing down at all, and said loudly behind him: "Mr. Fan wants to go to the Imperial Academy to watch the examinee, right? You are the one who made the test, so avoid suspicion. As the Minister of Rites, this You don’t know the rules, do you?”

The smug laughter of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites stopped abruptly, his face became stiff, he stopped, and slapped his thigh, ouch, I was so confused, I actually forgot this!
The Minister of the Ministry of Officials is happy, this old man is exhausted to death.

He leisurely walked past the Minister of Rites with his hands behind his back, and taunted calmly: "Fan Gong is worthy of being the Minister of Rites. I remembered it so soon. You can write the question slowly, and the official Renben will go and read it for you first." Alright, goodbye, hahaha..."

Deliberately imitating the laughter of Shangshu from the Ministry of Rites, laughing loudly, the depression in my heart was swept away.

Minister of the Ministry of Rites couldn't help beating his chest and stamping his feet, it's over, this scorpion will seize the opportunity!

In fact, he didn't want to compete with a junior for his disciples.

He is in his seventies and eighties, and even has great-great-grandchildren. After three dynasties, at this age, he has lost many of his proud disciples. He is also used to the ups and downs of the officialdom, and he has long looked down on fame and fortune. One more disciple It's really not a big deal to lose one student.

What makes him worry about it is his descendants, and what is behind him.

His son is not promising at all. He has been shrewd all his life, but he never thought that the sons he gave birth to would be mediocre. He had placed his hopes on his grandson, but in the end his grandson was not very promising, and his talent was too mediocre. They are pursuing official careers, and in the current situation, there is no hope of passing the imperial examination.

Realizing that there was little hope, he set his sights on his great-grandchildren. Unfortunately, these great-grandchildren were also very ordinary, and they were not sensitive enough to the affairs of the court.

After going through it year after year, I was really worried, and I didn't dare to leave until I was old, just to support the Feng family.

Later, he thought about it too, and he gave up because he knew in his heart that after a hundred years, the Fan family would definitely lose, and even the grace of the Lord Long Live would not be able to stop the decline.

Therefore, he has left all the way for his descendants. After he dies, let his descendants leave the capital and return to their hometowns, holding the land in their hands, and becoming a rich man.

A few years ago, he was once critically ill. When he was dying, he lay on the hospital bed and explained the funeral to several generations of descendants.

The confession is almost done, and it seems that he is about to die. His son and grandson are filial and do not want to abandon his grandfather. They have discussed it. Let the youngest great-grandson who is only seven years old, and four or five children from three to four years old to seven or eight years old. The great-great-grandchildren of different ages endorsed him and wanted to bid farewell to his great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather.

He was grateful for the filial piety of his children and grandchildren, and listened quietly with a serene demeanor, reluctant to part with their filial piety, and insisted on listening to it.

I never wanted to listen to it, the more I listened, the more energetic I became, and my eyes shone brightly.

Everyone else stopped, but his great-grandson, who was only seven years old, didn't pay much attention to it, and he never stopped reciting, even reciting books like "The Doctrine of the Mean".

He couldn't help but sat up in shock, struggling to ask his great-grandson if he knew the meaning of the book he had memorized.

His great-grandson nodded and said he knew it, and began to explain it to him clearly. Although his views were very naive, there was nothing new about them.

He felt that his strength seemed to return a little, and he couldn't help but ask more deeply, but no matter what he asked, his great-grandson, who was only seven years old, had his own opinions, even if he didn't understand, he could tell his own. Some guesses to come.

(End of this chapter)