Jinyi champion

Chapter 255 The Way of Hospitality
The last day of the year.

Zhu Niang's family was happily preparing for the holidays, and they didn't want Lu Song to visit, so they called Zhu Hao out and gave a general talk, but it was Yuan Zonggao who entrusted Lu Song to visit Zheng Fan Yikuan of the Confucianism Department of Anlu Prefecture with Zhu Hao and gifts from the palace.

"Why do you want to visit Zhou Xuezheng when the New Year is approaching?" Zhu Hao asked puzzled.

For a student like him who has not officially taken the imperial examination, he is far away from the county school, let alone the state school. If he went to visit Xuezheng at this time, would he skip a grade?

Lu Songdao: "I will not return to the palace to teach after the end of the Sui period. In order to prevent Mr. Tang from returning for a long time, King Xing entrusted Zhou Xuezheng to help find a new teacher... Before the end of the year, I will send some festival gifts on behalf of the palace, so that you can go with me. , it may be helpful for you to take the county and government examinations in the next year."

It turned out that Xing Wangfu did not make a special trip to give Fan Yikuan a gift for Zhu Hao's imperial examination, but entrusted him to handle affairs. As for asking Zhu Hao to go with him, it was regarded as an indirect care.

"It's almost the Chinese New Year, and I'm afraid of being turned away when I come to the door on New Year's Eve!"

Although Zhu Hao agreed to go, he still had doubts.

Lu Song laughed and said nothing.

Maybe he thinks that when Xingwang Mansion gives a gift to someone, others will accept it with a smile even if they have any opinions in their hearts. This is a rare courtesy. Always keep restraint in front of you, right?
This trip should be quite smooth, you can go home early for lunch at noon!

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Lu Song took Zhu Hao into the carriage, and the two attendants and the big box containing gifts were in the carriage behind.

Zhu Hao originally thought that Lu Song would take him to Fan Yikuan's private residence, but he was told that Fan Yikuan was not a native of Anlu, his family was not around, and he lived in the dormitory behind the Confucian Temple...

Not long after, two carriages stopped in the open space in front of the Confucian Temple.

"Lu Dianzhan, will it be insulting to the gentlemen to send gifts to the Confucian Temple?" Zhu Hao asked with a smile.

Lu Song directed the two attendants to carry the boxes, with a look of indifference: "It's okay, even if you are a great Confucian in the world, it's not that you don't eat fireworks."

This is quite straightforward.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with it, which fully reflects a warrior's contempt for scholars, especially famous Confucians.

But Zhu Hao still felt a little awkward, but you, Lu Song, have studied for a few days, so it's not appropriate to say these words in front of a Confucian scholar like me who is about to take the imperial examination?

Lu Song brought Zhu Hao to the closed gate of the Confucian Temple. Before he could knock on the door, he saw the gate suddenly opened. After a while, he staggered and supported the ground with his hands, barely falling, holding a book in his hand.

"I'm here to see Fan Xuezheng..."

The young Confucian scholar stood still, and immediately appealed to the two people who pushed him out.

"Things that don't open your eyes, it's not fun to find people who are celebrating the New Year! Didn't you hear Fan Xuezheng's evaluation of your article? It's nonsense, no literary talent at all! Just want to mix the name of the article? Why don't you take a picture? Think? Do you want to be a scholar even if you are a scholar who is just pretending to be a book? Let's make your big dream of spring and autumn!"

One of the chasers shouted loudly.

After hearing this, Zhu Hao felt very kind for some reason.

The scene of Fan Jin being spat on by his father-in-law jumps in front of his eyes. This is probably the world’s prejudice against scholars. They always think that scholars study for fame and fortune, but they don’t know...scholars really study for fame and fortune.

"I wrote the article after thinking hard day and night. Is it too insulting for Fan Xuezheng to belittle it just by looking at it?"

The young Confucian scholar glared at the two of them, clenched his fists tightly, as if he was about to hit the wall and die.

The people inside were not polite, and closed the door with a bang, which startled Lu Song and the two attendants behind him carrying the box.

Is this Fan Xuezheng too unkind?
"It is tolerable or unbearable!"

The young Confucian scholar looked unwilling to admit defeat, as if he was going forward to hit the door with his head. Lu Song was afraid that this guy would splash blood on the spot, so he hurried forward two steps to block his way.

"What are you doing?"

The nearly collapsed emotions of the young Confucian scholar finally found an outlet, and he was furious at Lu Song.

Taking advantage of Confucian scholars making trouble for Lu Song, Zhu Hao snatched the article from his hand and glanced at it casually. The article...is really eye-catching!

It's hard to say!
Although Fan Yikuan's words were harsh, they were still to the point. Zhu Hao suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with this Fan Xuezheng except for his straightforward temper.

It is not wrong for a young man who is obsessed with reading but has no talent to recognize the reality early, give up the way of studying, and find something else to do... There is nothing wrong with it.

"Brother, your article is so good, go back and keep working hard, and you will definitely be admitted to the student body. In the future, you will be awarded the gold list and the top student in high school!"

Zhu Hao said with a look of admiration.

Hearing a child's high evaluation, the young Confucian scholar immediately gave up arguing with Lu Song, with a look of arrogance on his face: "Is this still worth talking about?"

Then he turned around and left, or felt that the gates of the Confucian Temple were closed, and it would not be really necessary to hit his head on the New Year's Eve, right?

Just go home and have a reunion dinner!

Take this comment from a child who doesn't know where it came from as the final evaluation of Honshu Xuezheng.

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The young man's anger came and went quickly, and he walked with firm steps when he left. Zhu Hao felt as if his own words had encouraged him.

Lu Song frowned and looked at Zhu Hao: "Do you really think his writing is good?"

Lu Song had a clear understanding of Zhu Hao's knowledge, and based on the evaluation of Zhu Hao's articles by the whole palace, they basically felt that Zhu Hao already had the qualifications for the provincial examination.

Since Zhu Hao made such an evaluation, the essays of the young Confucian scholars should not be too bad, right?
In this way, is Fan Xuezheng's evaluation neither fair nor objective, and will he make things difficult for him to give gifts this time?
A shadow cast over Lu Song's heart.

"cut!"

Zhu Hao curled his lips, and walked towards the gate of the Confucian Temple, "Isn't it okay to say a few auspicious words for the New Year's Eve?"

Lu Song was speechless for a moment, and sighed: "Aren't you cheating? Some people don't have the talent to write articles, why let them have unrealistic fantasies?"

Zhu Hao said: "What else? I said his writing is not as good as that of an eight-year-old child? It's wishful thinking to want to be a scholar?

"Whether he dies or not has nothing to do with me, but he really committed suicide in front of me... How unlucky is New Year's Eve? Don't you think it's good now? He has confidence and won't block our way... Everyone is happy Well."

Lu Song thought about it, and it seemed that this was the case.

Who doesn't like to hear compliments?
With the resolute appearance of the young Confucian scholar before, even he thought that he might really hit the door with his head.

It's really not a good thing to see people's blood splashed on the spot during the Chinese New Year.

"go!"

Lu Song greeted him, but he had no choice but to knock on the door himself because his attendants were carrying the boxes.

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"Bang bang bang!"

Lu Song knocked hard on the door knocker.

An impatient voice came from inside: "The gate is important, no guests will be accepted!"

It was the voice of the person who scolded the young Confucian scholar before.

Hearing the meaning of his words, it seems that when he scolded the young Confucian scholars earlier, he saw Lu Song carrying a few boxes, so he knew that the purpose of the visit was to give gifts.

"Picking up guests...hehe."

Zhu Hao covered his mouth and snickered.

Lu Song took a look at Zhu Hao first, and then said: "I am Dianzhang of the Yiwei Division of Prince Xing's Mansion, and I am here to pay a visit to Fan Xuezheng at the order of King Xing!"

"Squeak!"

The door opened instantly from the inside.

It drove so fast that Zhu Hao was caught off guard. He wanted to get up and see what the people inside were doing through the crack of the door.

It's still the same guy from before, but his companion is missing. At this moment, this person's face is full of spring breeze smiles: "It turns out that it is a royal battle, rare guests, please come in."

Lu Song didn't go inside right away, but took out something from his arms: "This is a greeting card, please pass it on, I wait for warriors to dare not disturb the quietness of the Confucian Temple."

Perhaps Lu Song felt that Fan Xuezheng was not a good person, and it was best to follow the rules.

He looks down on those old scholars who talk about it all day long, but when he comes to give gifts, it always represents the face of Xingwangfu. Scholars with the right to speak in society make such an evaluation.

"No, please sit inside and wait after the tea is served!"

The other party's face change was too fast, even though it was expected by Lu Song, he also felt very awkward in his heart.

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Entered the gate.

It is said to be a Confucian Temple inside, but it is more like a combination of a Confucian Temple and a Gongyuan. On the side are rows of halls. Zhu Hao knows that if he wants to take the imperial examination, he must take it here before the township examination, not just the county examination, government examination, etc. Examinations and hospital examinations, even annual examinations and scientific examinations are here...

It's a little strange now, but sooner or later it will develop to the point where it's as familiar as coming home.

A few people did not enter the gate of the tribute courtyard, and walked through a long narrow passage to the back of the slightly gloomy tall building. At this time, a few people were sweeping the floor.

These people seemed to be unable to see Zhu Hao and the others, they only cared about the work in hand, and they didn't even have the interest to look up.

After entering the side hall of the Confucian Temple, after sitting down, he said that there was tea, but the door left straight away, which seemed to say...please do it yourself.

"It's Chinese New Year, you won't let us wait here for a long time?" Zhu Hao said.

Lu Song did not show any signs of impatience, and came to give gifts on behalf of the palace, even if it was only in terms of etiquette, he had to do his best.

But wait...

It's been a long time, and it seems that noon has passed, and there is still no one.

At the entrance of the side hall, Zhu Hao watched the people outside clean the yard and go to eat, and after eating, he went up to the roof with a ladder to pick up tiles. He was very busy...

He was so bored that he yawned again and again, but still did not see the Lord coming.

On the contrary, a teacher of Confucianism Department in his forties who was wearing a green shirt saw someone waiting in the side hall, walked over curiously, and asked, "Are you...?"

Lu Song hurriedly reported his family name.

The instructor smiled and said: "Fan Xuezheng is like this. He always greets anyone who comes to give gifts, but he likes to wait for a long time before coming out to see each other...Sometimes we may not meet...Since you are from Xingwang's mansion, I am here Just go and report."

Both Zhu Hao and Lu Song couldn't help but "Fuck" in their hearts.

Feelings, the doorman greeted him with a good face just now, but he was just implementing Fan Xuezheng's strategy of "luting the enemy to go deep" and let people wait here! ?
What kind of hospitality is this?
You, Fan Yikuan, are so arrogant, those who didn't know thought you were Zhizhou Kuang Yangming.

(End of this chapter)