One Thought Feixian

Chapter 701
In one day, everyone finally rushed to Pingzhou City and reached the Tianping Grand Canal.

In the early morning, the fog on the canal has not yet dissipated.

Although the Tianping Grand Canal was excavated manually, it is wider than the Lijiang River, and it is extremely spectacular at a glance.

"This is the river that Emperor Qingtian spent a year digging, the Tianping Grand Canal? There is such a current, bigger than the Lijiang River. I am afraid that hundreds of steel ships can go hand in hand. It is really hard to imagine how it was dug in the first place. from."

Looking at the rolling waves of the Tianping Grand Canal, Wen Hongyu immediately exclaimed.

The others were equally astonished.

"It's better to be famous than to meet!"

Even Ge Cufang is the same, he has only heard about the Tianping Grand Canal, and has never been there, and seeing it with his own eyes at this time, he couldn't help being shocked.

But the one who was most surprised was Ying Ning, because in the wilderness, it is impossible to have such a big river, and it is unbelievable that it was dug by hand.

"Come on, the Pingzhou Wharf is ahead, but why are there officers and soldiers? It seems that the entire wharf is under the control of the government."

On this canal, countless ships come and go, the river is turbulent, and it is very lively.

Everyone moved forward and immediately saw a huge pier.

This is the Pingzhou Wharf. It is very large and magnificently built. It is all poured with iron sand and is extremely firm. On the surface of the river, there are countless boats moored, including flower boats, building boats, ships, pontoons, and painted boats... all kinds of strange things. , Countless, far from those wharves in Lizhou comparable.

It seems that those wharves in Lizhou are small broken markets in the countryside, and this is the big town with colorful appearance.

At this time, there was a lot of voices on the pier, and there were people everywhere in the dark. Many people were wearing blue gowns and crowns, and they were upright. scholar.

There are also many people, wearing brocade clothes and holding folding fans, they are personable, and there are a few followers behind them, which is overwhelming.

Among them, there are countless Yingying, Yanyan, delicate and beautiful women, who seem to be ladies of every family, who are waiting in the boudoir and have not yet left the court.

In ancient times, women's style was extremely strict, and ignorance is virtue. Women who have not yet left the court generally can only stay in the boudoir, learn the three obediences and four virtues, and do embroidery and needlework. They cannot go out to show their faces casually.

Parents' order, matchmaker's words, many women don't know what their husband looks like until the day they wear their wedding dress and leave the court.

Now, in the Central Dynasty, these old customs have been abolished. Emperor Qingtian even repaired a grand ceremony to pass on through the ages. Women can also study, practice martial arts, and come out to see the world. No one dares to say that this is immoral, so many talented women have emerged .

Jiang Yi's mother, Princess Ronghua, is a representative one.

On this pier, scholars, talented scholars, and beauties formed a wonderful picture.

It is a pity that there are many officers and soldiers present, and the entire pier is under the control of the government to maintain order.

There are also many, many people who continue to gather from all directions.

Jiang Yi saw that many scholars came to see off with their wives, choked with sobs and reluctant to leave, but the boat urged them to board the boat, waved goodbye, and left women behind to chase the boat away. , Tears wet spring shirt sleeves.

At the husband's place, the water flows slowly, turning into stone, without turning back.

At this moment, on the surface of the water, a sigh sounded from a luxurious building boat: "The chilling cicadas are miserable, it is late to the Changting Pavilion, and the shower has just stopped.

There is no clue in the tent of the capital, but at the place of nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges it.

Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.

Reading to go, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the dusk is deep and the sky is wide.

Amorous feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more embarrassing, neglecting Qingqiu Festival!Where are you sober tonight?Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.

This is going to be a good year.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell? "

"Miss is very talented!"

As soon as the voice fell, a woman who looked like a maid clapped and cheered.

In front of him, there is a woman in a light green dress, with hands like catkins, skin like creamy fat, and a slim figure.

This woman is not very old, showing beautiful curves and clearly visible collarbone. She wears a butterfly hairpin on her head and does not wear any makeup, but she has a beautiful face, like a lotus emerging from water.

Standing among the tall ships, she could have a panoramic view of the entire pier through a window, so she felt it.

"It's just what the predecessors did." The woman said.

"Although it was done by the predecessors, but it comes from the young lady's mouth, there is something new, the scene fits well, just right." The servant girl said again.

This servant girl's speech is really extraordinary, it seems that she has also read the book, and she is not an ignorant person.

If a maid is like this, how can the master be vulgar?
"Spoof!" The woman glanced at the servant girl.

The servant girl stuck out her tongue, looking naughty, she was not afraid, it was obvious that the master and servant had deep feelings.

The woman looked at the pier again, swept over the hurried figures, paused slightly on a certain figure, but quickly passed by, then looked away, walked to the desk, the maid understood and began to grind.

The woman took a pen and ink, and wrote on a piece of cloth.

About ten breaths later, the pen stopped, the maid looked down, and then read: "Ten years in the cold window, wasted time, useless is a scholar!"

After the servant girl finished reading, she turned pale with shock: "Miss, this..."

But the woman said calmly: "Tui'er, please post this couplet. As long as you can match it, no matter who it is, you can go to the capital together on the upstairs boat."

This maid is called "Tweety".

When she heard this, she hesitated, because as soon as this couplet was posted, it would offend Tong Tou, and it would definitely cause an uproar.

However, she was thoughtful and thoughtful, seeing her young lady's determination, she had no choice but to follow suit, turned around and walked out of the elegant room of the building.

... At this time, Jiang Yi had already put on a thousand masks and changed his appearance. No one would recognize his identity. The group disguised themselves and entered the dock smoothly after a simple interrogation by the government.

"There are too many people, almost all of them are going to Kyoto." Ding Yunjie couldn't help sighing.

Suddenly, Jiang Yi felt a gaze sweeping over him, and he immediately turned his head to look at the river, but unfortunately, the gaze was extremely short, and disappeared in an indistinct manner.

There are so many boats on the bank of the river, and there are countless boats, so he can't just use his mental power to search carefully.

"My lord, shall we directly charter a boat and go to Kyoto?" Ge Lifang asked.

"No need, just take a boat." Jiang Yi gave up.

There are a lot of people coming to Beijing for the exam, and although there are many boats on the pier, they are still not enough to carry so many people. If they charter a boat, many people will not be able to get on the boat, which may delay the scientific exam.

Jiang Yi is not the kind of ostentatious and domineering person, so there is no need to cut off other people's hopes.

So everyone walked towards a merchant ship.

However, at this moment, there was a commotion on the pier, and many people rushed towards a building boat. The noise was noisy, as if something big had happened.

Several officers and soldiers wanted to step forward to stop them, but they were stopped: "It's okay, you don't need to go there."

"What happened? Let's go and have a look."

Everyone looked blank, and out of curiosity, they followed the crowd towards the building boat.

"Hurry up, there's a pair over there, it's a good show."

After approaching, I heard many voices of abuse: "You bastard, you are really a bastard, how dare you insult us scholars!"

"Too deceiving!"

"How can there be such a person who speaks outrageous words, and the government will not take care of them. We must ask for an explanation."

"Shh, silence! This building is so luxurious, and the people in it are either rich or noble. Look at those officers and soldiers, standing on the sidelines from a distance, they dare not come over to take care of this."

"The imperial court established the country with martial arts and ruled the country with literature. We are scholars, self-cultivation, governing the country, and pacifying the world. The officials of the court are headed by the Grand Master, the teacher of the emperor. He is a master of literature. His words are exquisite, and people all over the world admire him. "

"A scholar, who criticizes with words and pens, as long as he holds the truth, he can refute it from the emperor to the common people. How can it be so unbearable?"

"The government doesn't care, we care, and fight him!"

... The crowd was excited, all the scholars in robes had ugly faces, they were full of indignation, and even some were furious, trying to come forward to argue, but there were seven or eight strong men standing in front of the boat, with the spirit of a tiger, and their eyes were like knives, It is daunting and afraid to move.

"Why did Ultramarine get angry?"

Jiang Yi and the others looked up, and saw that the boat pulled down a huge silk cloth, on which was written: "Ten years of cold window, wasted time, useless to be a scholar!"

"Good guy! Those scholars, ten years of cold windows, hanging their heads from the beams, piercing their buttocks, chiseling the walls to steal light, studying hard with lamps, nine winters and summers, no knowledge of spring and autumn, what a hard thing, but they are said to be a waste of time and a waste of time." time."

Fan Ruhua was startled and said: "Haiwuyi is a scholar, and even more so, he completely negates all scholars in the world, and ruthlessly puts him in the cold palace. His words are so sharp, who is the owner of this building, who dares to make such a pair? Are you not afraid of being attacked by a crowd?"

Fan Ruhua, born in an official family, a daughter of a rich family, naturally had good teachers to guide her since she was a child. She has read many books of sages and sages. She knows that reading is as hard as practicing martial arts.

Poor in reading, rich in martial arts.

A poor family produces a talented person, and a white house produces a gentleman.

However, the body is weak and weak, which is a common problem of those scholars. Even if they become high-ranking officials and have guards by their side, they are easy to be killed.

Especially in troubled times, the status of scholars is even worse. If those ordinary people rise up to rebel, they will be the first to clamor to kill officials and rebel instead of killing generals.

Useless is a scholar, that's what he said.

But many people know it well, but no one dares to say it blatantly.

(End of this chapter)