After The Empress Acended To The Throne, I Was Forcefully Made His Greatness

Zuo Dodge returned to the carriage and looked away.

The coachman surnamed Li asked cautiously, "My lord, have you met your colleagues?"

Zuo Dodge shook his head slightly, "I've seen it before, let's go to Julu Academy."

The coachman didn't dare to ask again. After all, Zuo Daoqi was very well dressed for this trip. Not only was he wearing a scholar's suit made of silk, but he also wore a beautiful jade around his waist, giving him the air of a nobleman.

Julu Academy is located on the outskirts of Kyoto, dozens of miles outside of Kyoto, there is a pilgrimage mountain. It is rumored that this is the place where the first Confucian sage preached, so it is called pilgrimage.

The pilgrimage mountain is the sign of arriving at Julu Academy.

Because of tomorrow's Dragon Gate Ceremony, today's pilgrimage outside the mountain has already become lively. A group of scholars in plain clothes and a group of noble sons in embroidered Chinese clothes all started to walk up outside the pilgrimage mountain.

"My lord, the pilgrimage mountain is here, and I'll pick you up tomorrow." The coachman surnamed Li said respectfully.

Zuo Dodge nodded, and handed him a piece of silver, "Thank you, Brother Li."

When the coachman took the silver, he immediately smiled. He likes to attract scholars, because scholars are particular, and there will be rewards from time to time.

Xu Ying had been standing outside the pilgrimage mountain, saw Zuo Daoqi's figure, and immediately went up to meet him.

"Brother Zuo, we finally meet again."

Zuo Daoqi hurriedly returned the gift, "I met Brother Xu, is Brother Xu also in the academy today?"

Xu Ying nodded with a smile, "I heard from Master Zhang that Brother Zuo is also coming to attend the ceremony today, so I came here specially to entertain Brother Zuo."

As soon as these words came out, Zuo Dodge shuddered all over. No matter how he talks, this guy is always gay.

"Wait... what are you doing waiting for me?" Zuo Dodge couldn't help but took two steps back and asked.

Xu Ying's eyes were gentle, "Brother Zuo has shown me kindness, so naturally he came here to repay the kindness."

Zuo Daoqi thought of the Confucianism he had learned a while ago. Poetry is the magic weapon of Confucianism, but it cannot be easily used.

Xu Ying was considered to have obtained his own inheritance that day, so he treated himself like this.

He looked Xu Ying up and down, and he didn't expect that the Confucian scholar with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him was actually an honest person.

There are not many honest people in Confucianism.

Xu Ying personally took Zuo Dodge on a pilgrimage. The pilgrimage mountain is not high, only a few hundred meters, but it is of great significance to Julu Academy.

There are 333 stone steps in total, Xu Ying walked very seriously, even Zuo Daoqi had to walk carefully.

Going up the stone steps, Zuo Daoqi finally saw the world-famous Julu Academy. In front of the academy stood a statue about three feet high, with hands behind his back and white hair fluttering, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

With a respectful face, Xu Ying stood upright and bowed in front of the statue, then turned to Zuo Dodge and explained, "This is the statue of Confucius."

Zuo Dodge nodded, following Xu Ying's example, stood in front of the statue for dozens of breaths, then closed his eyes and bowed.

The winding promenade built in the mountains is like a suspended plank road, until it reaches the most central position, it is a completely floating building, like a temple, with four gold-plated characters written on the plaque:

Everyone is like a dragon!

This temple is the foundation of Julu Academy, Julu Ancestral Temple.

Of course, this kind of temple that can be suspended in the sky will never be a simple thing.

Julu Academy has not announced to the outside world what the temple was built of, so the outside world has a lot of speculation.

For example, some people say that when Confucius preached the Tao in the past, he encountered a five-clawed golden dragon in this temple. The dragon was passing through the catastrophe. You can get Wengong and practice Confucianism and Taoism.

Zuo Daoqi couldn't help admiring Xu Ying's narration of the history of this imperial temple.

The Kong Sheng who watched the five-clawed golden dragon survived, presumably his strength at that time was no small matter.

Then Xu Ying talked about the origin of the second kind of Taimiao.

"Some people say that this is Kong Sheng's literary palace!"

Zuo Daoqi suddenly raised his head, his eyes showed a look of horror, can Wengong manifest into reality? How can it be so huge?

"Xu...Brother Xu, which guess is more trustworthy?"

Xu Ying shook his head, "I don't know, the academy never said anything."

"Let's go, Brother Zuo, I'll take you to rest. We will start offering sacrifices to the saints tomorrow morning. Rest early today."

Walking into the academy, Zuo Daoqi could clearly feel the difference between the Confucian scholars in the academy who had begun to step into the extraordinary and those who were still scholars at the foot of the pilgrimage mountain, not only in their physical appearance, but also in their bearing.

A white-haired Confucian scholar looked like a great Confucian at first glance. He was tall and strong, and he walked vigorously. He quickly walked to a pavilion and stopped.

Dozens of people surrounded the pavilion, watching the one in the middle painting.

Seeing the white-haired scholar, some scholars exclaimed.

"It's the Master Wang of the Imperial College."

Qi Zai raised his head, looked at Master Wang with some disdain, and continued to paint in his hand, "Wang Zunzhi, you are going to teach at your Imperial College, what are you doing in our Julu Academy?"

Wang Zunzhi was not angry at Qi Zai's unceremonious 'greeting', instead he stopped and looked at Qi Zai's paintings with great interest, "I haven't seen Brother Qi's painting for a long time, and today I'm going to steal a lesson. "

Qi Zai glanced at the students around him, and said disdainfully, "Can you understand? The old man realized the other essence of painting a while ago, emphasizing meaning rather than shape. You, a superficial old man, can appreciate it?"

As he spoke, the paintbrush in his hand paused heavily on the scroll, and then a blue flame suddenly rose from the scroll.

The strange thing is that the fire didn't burn the picture scroll at all, only a young girl in revealing clothes jumped out of the picture scroll, her figure was as light as a flying swallow, she could dance on the palm, and swam around beside Wang Zunzhi.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her face was like a peach blossom, and she played with Wang Zunzhi with a charming smile.

Wang Zunzhi clapped his hands, "Okay, Qi Zai, you are old and disrespectful, you will be seventy this year, and you draw such things all day long, and all the students in the academy will be dismissed by you."

"I don't want to fight hard for the spring, I'll be jealous of everyone!"

As Wang Zunzhi's words fell, there seemed to be countless flower buds around him, and as the flower buds bloomed, the fragrance came to the nostrils.

The young girl hurriedly fled to the picture scroll as if she was ashamed.

Zuo Daoqi looked at this scene with strange eyes. What is the relationship between Wang Zunzhi and Princess Changyi? Why did he use the words he gave the princess the day before yesterday?

...

Qi Zai raised his eyebrows, "Well, you Wang Zunzhi, I thought why did you go back to the academy, so you came back to show off."

Wang Zunzhi didn't deny it either, he just stroked his beard and said, "I'm getting old, such a hearty word was made by my disciples, how about it, can it still catch your Qi Zai's eyes?"

Zuo Daoqi looked at Wang Zunzhi curiously again, no wonder the little princess likes to show off her literary talent so much, with such a teacher, the little princess is restrained like that.

Qi Zai had already read all of Wang Zunzhi's poem, and said a little sourly, "It's just luck, you have been in the Imperial College for many years, and you have discovered this talented student."

"Then why don't you take out the poems written by your disciples for the old man to look up at and see how Qi Daru's scholarship is?" Wang Zunzhi looked at Qi Zai with a slight sarcasm and said.

He came here to spoil the scene today!

Qi Zai was stunned immediately, as if he had been captured by the general...

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