Three Kingdoms: I rely on system loopholes to survive

Chapter 179 The music is over there

"Sir, hand stove."

"Sir, drink tea."

"Sir, have a snack."

As soon as he entered the door, Cao Ang dismissed the servants in the house and arranged the table in front of the planting surface with great diligence.

Zhong Ping held the hand stove that Cao Ang had pushed over, took a look at the steaming and weird-smelling tea soup on the table, showed an awkward yet polite smile, and silently pushed the tea bowl out.

"Sir, the point is, help."

Cao Ang looked like a college student during finals week, his eyes turned into two "poached eggs", looking up at Zhongping pitifully.

"Zixiu..."

Zhongpei simply didn't notice. He wanted to ask, "Didn't you go to the military camp for training?" Why do you still look the same as when we first met?

But it is undeniable that such Cao Ang can indeed arouse Zhongping's intolerance and love.

He thought for a while and asked: "I won't ask you about "Rituals" anymore. I can only talk about "Zuo Zhuan" and "Shang Shu". Is it still reasonable?"

Cao Ang answered honestly: "The first glimpse of the door."

Zhong Ping nodded, half relieved, and then asked: "The Spring and Autumn Annals is Xi's Gongyang Yan family?"

Cao Ang shook his head: "It's Xi's "Gu Liang Biography"."

"Didn't Mr. Cao arrange for Zixiu to study "The Legend of Gongyang"?"

Zhong Ping was surprised. Although "Gu Liang Zhuan" was also established as an academic official. After studying "Gong Yang" during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Prince Wei also studied "Gu Liang", but "Gu Liang" was not as influential as "Gong Yang" after all. .

He had heard Cao Ang say that he had studied "Zuo Zhuan" and "Shang Shu" before, and he thought that for important courses like "Spring and Autumn", he must be learning Gong Yanggao's version.

But after thinking about it carefully, Zhong Ping also understood that in the Han Dynasty, gentry families monopolized the circulation of classics, and many Confucian classics families specialized in one area, such as Sima and Ban's history, Cai's literature, Guo's law, etc.

At this age, Cao Ang can be considered erudite.

"If you haven't studied... you shouldn't take the exam, right?" Cao Ang's tone was erratic and uncertain.

Zhong Ping wanted to say that was not necessarily the case, but seeing how pitiful Cao Ang was, he didn't want to hit him any more, so he asked Cao Ang to get bamboo slips and thought about a few places where Cao Cao might take the exam.

"Isn't it time for Zixiu to promote filial piety and honesty in a few years?"

He turned over the bamboo slips, annotating and asking questions.

In the first year of Yangjia, Emperor Shun issued an edict: "At the beginning, the county was ordered to promote filial piety and honesty, and the age limit was forty or above. If all students are familiar with chapters and sentences, and literary officials can write notes and memorials, they should be selected; they have outstanding talents and outstanding achievements, such as Yan Yuan, Zi Strange, regardless of age."

Cao Ang is one year older than Cao Ang, and is only eighteen years old this year. Logically speaking, he is still far away from promoting filial piety and incorruptibility. Only after promoting filial piety and incorruptibility can he actually be awarded an official position. Cao Cao has plans for Cao Ang. Naturally, he hopes that Cao Ang can gain fame as soon as possible. body.

"It will probably be next year or the year after next."

Cao Ang glanced at Zhongping secretly, his voice was weak and he had no confidence.

After all, Zhongping was about the same age as him. He was still unknown and relied on his father's background to be recommended. However, Zhongping had already served as the ninth minister and was famous all over the world. This really frustrated him.

Zhong Ping thought that Cao Ang was not confident in the official examination, so he put down his pen and comforted him: "Zixiu is not a civil servant, so there is no need for lessons and notes; as for the study of Confucian classics, he only needs to study the classics of Zheng, Wang and Xu diligently. , no need to worry too much.”

Cao Ang nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, took the bamboo slip as if he had found a treasure, and silently memorized what Zhongping had written.

Zhong Ping frowned and looked at the tea soup. He saw that in addition to green onions and ginger, there were also a few peeled orange segments. He looked at the small cauldron where the tea ingredients were being cooked, and moved the cushion back at a respectful distance.

After about a cup of tea, some voices came from outside the house. Cao Ang immediately put the bamboo slips in his hands into his sleeves and sat upright.

Zhongping also straightened his clothes and helped to pile the remaining scrolls of bamboo slips under the desk and hide them.

However, the person who walked around the screen was Cao De. Before Cao Ang could relax, he heard Cao De say that Cao Cao was hosting a banquet for the three Liu Bei brothers in the courtyard. Xi Zhicai was also at the banquet. He asked Cao Ang to go over now because Cao Cao would take the school exam in person. .

Cao Ang immediately lowered the corners of his mouth, his face full of bitterness, and took a few steps to Zhong Ping, pulling on Zhong Ping's sleeve.

"...Okay, no need to say more, I will go with you."

Zhong Ping glanced at Cao Ang speechlessly.

He doesn't have many clothes, and the one he's wearing was given to him by Xi Zhi before. If Cao Ang tore it apart, wouldn't he have to spend money to buy it again? He still owed money to Xi Zhicai and Zhang Niujiao.

In his heart, Cao De disapproved of Cao Ang's troubles with Zhongping, but after all, he still loved his nephew and did not want Cao Ang to be punished, so he looked at Zhongping apologetically and said nothing.

There was rare sunshine today. Although the sunlight did not warm us very much, the winding corridors were filled with brightness, making those walking in them feel light and joyful.

It's a pity that it's not summer now, and Tanehira feels a little melancholy, otherwise he might not be able to see the famous scene of green plums cooking wine.

"Bo Heng, Bo Heng."

It was obvious that when Zhong Ping and others arrived, it was the middle of the banquet and the time when people were drinking and enjoying themselves.

Xi Zhicai blushed and pulled Zhong Ping to his side, looking completely drunk.

Cao Ang didn't have time to grab Zhong Ping's sleeve and bowed politely. When Cao Cao nodded, he walked to Cao De and sat down.

Zhongpei didn't even have time to salute and say hello, half of Xi Zhicai's arm was pressing on his shoulders, and he was very worried whether Xi Zhicai would suddenly vomit on his clothes.

"Mr. Lang, sober up soup."

Tannu, who was serving at the banquet, saw that Thongpei was in such distress. She quickly replaced the wine in the pot and poured a bowl of hangover soup to Thongpei's hand.

Zhongping didn't have time to thank him, so he took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, so he quickly gave Xi Zhicai two sips of sobering soup, and after pulling off Xi Zhicai's arm, he could go to see Tan Nu.

"I remember that when I left Dongjun, I asked Zixiu to prepare the documents for the release of my maidservant. Didn't Zixiu give it to me?" Tan Nu lowered her head and carefully removed the small thorns from the fish in the dish, with a dark expression on her face: "Tan Nu My daughter has no relatives left alive, and the world is very difficult, so instead of wandering alone, it would be better if she stayed in the house, where she could still be stable."

Zhong Ping was silent, feeling ashamed in his heart: "I'm sorry, I was careless."

"It is Tannu's good fortune to meet her husband, but Tannu is unlucky..."

Tannu presented the small plate, her watery eyes only dared to stay on Zhongping for a brief moment, and swallowed the word "Yuan Qian" on the tip of her tongue.

"What do you mean by 'when the king retreats and his ministers commit crimes, the music is over there'?"

Cao Cao put down his chopsticks and asked a few questions about "Shang Shu". Cao Ang answered one by one according to Zhong Ping's annotations. Cao Cao just nodded with no expression on his face, but Liu Bei heard the new idea and showed appreciation in his eyes.

When asked about "Zuo Zhuan" at this time, although Zhong Ping circled this sentence, it was only circled at "that". It seemed that he did not agree with this sentence. There was no other annotation other than that. Cao Ang hurriedly gave Zhong Ping He cast a look of help.

Thongpei felt the burning gaze and felt restless.

He said this in his heart, "I can't help you." At that time, he just saw this sentence and thought of Yue Fei's old story, so he felt dissatisfied and immediately circled it. How can I help you solve this?

Can it be said that "if the curve is with the monarch and the ministers are upright, even if the monarch retreats, the ministers can still advance"?

Is this what I can say?

"If the monarch gives in but his ministers continue to attack, the state of Chu has lost its morality."

Cao Ang first said the original meaning of this sentence, then looked around and said hesitantly: "Note: The king's important matters are Mo Duokduo. If you defeat him, you will not be auspicious. If you follow him, you will not be evil. So there is no need to give advice."

Important orders issued by the king will bring bad luck if they are issued too frequently. If you follow orders, there will be no fault.

Tanehira breathed a sigh of relief. Although this solution was not to his liking, it was still a good answer.

Cao Ang focused on "righteousness" and believed that "the monarch is righteous". The so-called morality is in the hands of the monarch, so ministers should not disobey.

At present, this is a solution that is very consistent with the thinking of mainstream scholars.

Cao Cao nodded slightly in disbelief and did not continue to ask. Instead, he looked at Zhong Ping with a half-smile, and then glanced at Cao Ang.

"Zixiu has made great progress in his knowledge, but when I close my eyes and listen, I don't feel like Wen Ruo is answering me, but instead I feel like Bo Heng. Why is this?"

Thongpei almost couldn't help but hide his face and walk away.

He wanted to grab Cao Ang's lapel and shake it: I am giving you annotations to give you a direction to think about, not to ask you to repeat them word for word!

Cao Ang's head was wilted and his brain was wilting, and he said nothing.

Fortunately, Cao Cao didn't really want to punish Cao Ang. He asked Cao Ang to sit down for a while after saying a few words, and looked at Zhongping with interest: "What does Bo Heng think of this sentence?"

Zhong Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly started brainstorming. After a long time, he said: "...junjun, minister."

A ruler should fulfill his duty as a king, and a minister should fulfill his duty as a minister.

On the surface, his words are no different from Cao Ang's explanation.

In fact, the last sentence Zhongping wanted to say was "not a king, not a minister."

If the monarch does not fulfill his duties, then the ministers...

The words only popped up in his mind briefly, and he immediately suppressed them.

It's so itchy, I'm about to get a bone.

"Why doesn't Bo Heng drink?"

Xi Zhicai rubbed his temples and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: "Hey, I forgot that Bo Heng doesn't drink. How about some soup? I see you haven't eaten anything."

Xi Zhicai suddenly interrupted, and Cao Cao stopped talking about classics, and asked with concern: "Bo Heng, the cold has not healed, and he has a bad appetite?"

Zhongping wanted to say that it was because he had just eaten deer meat that he was not hungry at all, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cao Ang's eyes turning into two "poached eggs" again, so he had no choice but to nod.

"The disease is gone like a thread, and the weather has been cold for the past two days, which is not conducive to self-cultivation."

"That's interesting."

Cao Cao smiled, tasted it in his mouth for a moment, and said, "Bo Heng will stay for a while and let the doctors in my house take a look at it again. Don't let the root cause of the disease develop due to a moment of negligence."

Zhongping quickly stood up and thanked him. As soon as he sat down, Xi Zhicai stuffed him with a bowl of hot soup.

"I haven't thanked Bo Heng for the sobering soup just now."

Xi Zhicai showed a fake smile. The thing was so sour that he reasonably suspected that Zhong Ping wanted to sour him to death and not pay back the money.

Zhong Ping looked at the tea soup in his hand with a dark face, and responded through gritted teeth: "I thank you for the soup. I heard that Zhicai was also infected with wind and cold before. How can I favor one over the other?"

Tan Nu also served Xi Zhicai a bowl of tea soup with great discernment.

Come on, let’s hurt each other!

The two people had fake smiles on their faces, their eyes were "cracking" with electricity, and they poured the tea soup in their hands into their mouths at the same time.

woc!

vomit!

Zhong Ping and Xi Zhi realized at the same time what it meant to injure the enemy by one thousand and injure one by eight hundred.

"Mr. Xi has a really good relationship with Young Master Tai Shiling."

Liu Bei sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Fei opened his eyes wide and agreed very much: "Just like me and my eldest brother and my second brother."

Guan Yu's hand stroking his long beard paused, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

(End of this chapter)