nyslfriends Chapter 396 The Examination Is Coming! !
Chapter 396 The Examination Is Coming! !
Chapter 396 The test is coming!!
In the following period, although the pressure on the court was still considerable, with the addition of officials from various channels, the Ming court finally regained some vitality.
As time goes by, the date of the test is getting closer and closer.
The vitality of Yingtian Mansion has also been restored to some extent, and candidates from all over the street have begun to appear on the street, exchanging studies with each other, or hanging out together.
However, due to the previous influence, it seems that not many people now dare to talk about government affairs-related content easily.
The streets of Yingtianfu show a state of economic prosperity and humanistic desertion.
Logically speaking, the two states should be in opposition, but at this moment, they actually appeared.
In a restaurant, Zhu Biao was wearing casual clothes and sat opposite Zhu Yuanzhang.
The father and son went on a patrol incognito today, intending to observe the sentiments of the people.
In order to free up time for this day, Zhu Yuanzhang did not know how many nights he stayed up.
Sitting next to the window, Zhu Yuanzhang looked towards the inn not far away.
It was the inn where students who came to Beijing used to live, and there was even a rumor that as long as you stayed there, even if you didn't get the top score in the exam, you would still be blessed with literary talent and good luck.
Zhu Yuanzhang naturally sneered at this.
But thinking that the previous great purge might affect the literati's loyalty and expectations for the Ming Dynasty, he decided to come here and take a look at how many candidates would take the exam.
"Well, it seems we are worrying too much."
After observing for a while, Zhu Yuanzhang finally showed a smile.
Zhu Biao looked out the window and saw that the sky was dark, but there were still candidates staying in the inn. He knew that this exam should not cause a joke because the candidates did not meet the standards.
Just thinking about Ye Xuan's weird and tricky questions, Zhu Biao couldn't help but sweat secretly.
He smiled at Zhu Yuanzhang and said: "Father, what father said is absolutely true. It seems that Ming Dynasty will not worry about talents anymore!"
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, with a bit of pride in his expression.
He pointed out the window, and then commented softly: "Every bustle in the world is for profit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. No matter what these people think in their hearts, they ultimately want to gain fame, win the title of wife, and have a lasting reputation. tongue."
"Let's just say that Li Shanchang and the others were scaremongering before, but you still don't believe it!"
Zhu Yuanzhang's words left Zhu Biao speechless for a while.
If he hadn't seen the scene in front of him, he wouldn't have believed that Zhu Yuanzhang could still have such confidence.
But after thinking about it, Zhu Biao was able to understand the feelings of these people.
Youdao has been in the cold window for ten years and no one has asked about it, but it is known all over the world in high school.
Scholars work hard for many years, even risking their entire family's wealth just to study. Isn't it just for the sake of fame?
Although Zhu Yuanzhang said that he killed many people, if he was strictly investigated, he would still be justified. At most, the punishment would be excessive.
Literary people are noble and naturally feel that if they are in high school, they will not become corrupt or evil officials. Therefore, after having fame as their goal, they also start to defend themselves in their hearts, feeling that they will never be beheaded by Zhu Yuanzhang.
What's more, they have begun to whitewash Zhu Yuanzhang's various policies, which are even more meticulous and influential than the imperial court's peace documents.
In this regard, the government is naturally happy to see the success, and the merchants and people are also happy to see it.
After all, they are more willing to place their hopes on the court than to face a cold and terrifying court, so these excuses have become a unified interpretation under tacit understanding.
"Okay, it's getting late. Let's take a look around and then go back to the palace!"
Xu felt that the imperial court's selection of candidates was already a sure thing.
Zhu Yuanzhang felt more confident. After saying this, he took out some silver from his arms, put it directly on the table, got up and walked downstairs.
When Zhu Biao saw this, he quickly followed up.
When the two of them came downstairs, they were planning to go to the opposite side to see if there were any candidates worth paying attention to this year.
As a result, before leaving the store, I heard a dispute.
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly, feeling in his heart that these people were really insulting to Wen Wen.
Despite his low background, he actually hired a teacher and studied hard for a while.
And whether it was his true intention or his political demands, Zhu Yuanzhang respected scholars very much, and he highly praised the teachings of Confucius and Mencius.
At this moment, when he heard some scholars making noise in the street, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly felt that his face was dull.
Zhu Biao saw Zhu Yuanzhang's thoughts and was worried that Zhu Yuanzhang would be angry.
Just when he was looking for a reason to excuse the scholars, Zhu Yuanzhang had already walked in the direction of the sound.
When he got closer, Zhu Yuanzhang realized that this group of people was not quarreling, but more like a debate.
A middle-aged scribe with a stern expression [with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
He pointed in the direction of the palace and said, "Xie Jin, you want to find reasons for the court. This is your business. Don't incite others here! Your Majesty has killed so many people. How many of them are the great scholars in our scholarly society? Others are just like this. Let’s not talk about it, Mrs. Song Lian and Song, is it because she was implicated in the Hu Weiyong case that she fell ill?”
"Yes, these are iron-clad facts. No matter how hard you try to excuse them, they are still facts! And I also heard that this incident is also related to Ye Xuan! He is the best at sneaking around, and he is the one today. As the examiner of the subject, we must be in trouble this time!"
Xie Jin naturally disagreed with everyone's comments.
He had met Ye Xuan, and it was not the first time he had taken the 997 exam. Naturally, he understood that Ye Xuan seemed a bit arrogant, ridiculous, and changed the questions, but he was by no means a person who was obsessed with doing things, or even flattered her.
This point, since the Hu Weiyong case broke out, Ye Xuan was not affected at all, which already shows that Ye Xuan has no interest in power and wealth.
As for where the news of drunkenness in the camp and so on came from, until now, I have no clue, but Xie Jin can conclude that this must be something that others can criticize, rather than the truth.
He snorted coldly, clasping his hands into fists, looking towards the direction of the palace, his tone full of respect.
"Zhao Jing, I don't know where you heard this, but if there is a way, the minister will not speak to the king, and the son will not speak to the father. Mr. Ye is also the examiner of this subject. Isn't it appropriate for you to speak like this?"
The face of the middle-aged scribe who was named changed slightly, and then he smiled, but at this moment, he looked a little narrow-minded.
"Xie Jin, you want to flatter Ye Xuan, but don't bring us with you! What kind of minister does not speak to the king, and a son does not speak to his father. We have long known what kind of person Ye Xuan is. It was you who said a few words. Can it be cleaned up?"
He deliberately avoided court affairs and only mentioned Ye Xuan, which was obviously to muddy the waters on purpose.
After all, there are too many people who feel that Ye Xuan is harsh and tricky in setting the questions, and there are even more among these candidates who have a grudge against him.