Happy Little Scholar

After all, Jingyi was something he had never come into contact with. Li Yi spent an afternoon in the Hongwen Pavilion. Regardless of whether it was the Four Books, Five Classics or the Thirteen Classics, as long as it was related to Jingyi, he had moved all the books there. In my own library.

Confucianism in this world is roughly the same but different from the world he is familiar with, but the relevant books in the original library can definitely be used, so Li Yi simply became familiar with them all.

Comparing the classics with Da Wenzong is definitely courting death ------but these days, who doesn't know how to cheat?

If you can't beat him in this way, you might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

It was already evening when I got home. I absorbed so many books at once, and my head felt a little dizzy. After saying a few words to Ruyi, I felt extremely sleepy. I only ate a little dinner and then went back to my room to sleep.

"What's wrong, uncle?"

Xiaohuan went to the room to take a look and then walked out, murmuring in confusion.

Not long after, Miss Liu Er walked in from the door with a tired look on her face. The little maid came up to greet her and asked, "Have Miss Liu had eaten..."

Miss Liu Er waved her hands, as if unwilling to speak, and walked straight back to the room.

The expression on the little maid's face was a bit baffling. She didn't know what the uncle and the second young lady were doing today. Why did they both look so tired...

When I walked out of the courtyard, I saw several maids from the house gathered together, talking in low voices and looking quite excited.

"I went shopping in the city today, what do you think I heard?"

"What? Stop being so pretentious and tell me quickly..."

"It's about our Lord. It's being spread throughout Kyoto..."

Seeing the maid's exaggerated gestures, Xiaohuan came over curiously...

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It is a very happy thing to sleep until you wake up, especially after being extremely sleepy and sleeping comfortably for five or six hours. What you see when you open your eyes is the first ray of sunlight shining in from the window. The gentle, virtuous and generous little wife stood beside the bed and handed over a warm towel...

Of course, this was just Li Yi's imagination. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was an old face full of wrinkles, standing beside the bed like a bad guy, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes. ------There is no feeling of happiness, but the refreshing effect is quite good.

"Manager Chang..."

Li Yi almost jumped up from the bed. When he came to his senses, he squeezed out these words through his teeth with an angry look on his face.

Chang De looked at him and said calmly: "County Master Li is already awake, but I, the provincial man, called you..."

After Li Yi finished washing, he threw the towel into the basin, took Ruyi's hand seriously and said: "In the future, don't let that old guy come in to this room again. If he breaks in, he will break his legs and get out." I'm responsible for everything!"

"I know, just don't let him in next time." Ruyi smiled and picked up the towel, wrung it out, wiped it on his face, and said, "That old man's legs are not so easy to heal. It can be interrupted..."

"Walk!"

Li Yi turned around and said coldly to Changde and walked out the door.

This time, I must give the old emperor personal advice. In the future, someone else will come over. As the head chamberlain, Mr. Chang is so idle all day long. Is he worthy of the monthly salary paid to him?

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"Master Zhou, today it's up to you."

"Today is the last session of the literary test, and we are waiting to congratulate you as a scholar from Zhou University!"

"What about Da Wenzong? Academician Zhou has spent his whole life studying the classics and meanings, so he may not lose to him!"

Outside the Li Zheng Palace, before the Qi people arrived, before the competition began, several officials gathered around Academician Zhou and spoke generously.

Academician Zhou had a bitter look on his face. As early as yesterday, he had learned the news that Li Xianzi would replace him in today's Jingyi competition.

He didn't know why His Majesty made such a decision. It was true that Li Xianzi was extremely talented in poetry, but the classics and meanings were completely different. How could a weak young man compare to someone who was already in his sixties? , the great Wenzong of Qi who devoted his whole life to studying the classics?

Yesterday, I saw Li Xianzi staying in the Hongwen Hall for a long time and reading all the scriptures. But can he memorize all the scriptures by doing so?

But no matter what, this is His Majesty's arrangement. He has no reason to doubt Your Majesty and can only place his hope on Li Xianzi, even though he knows that this glimmer of hope is very slim, so slim that he can hardly see it.

"The people of Qi are here!"

An official glanced into the distance, saw several figures walking this way, and immediately spoke.

The leader was still the third prince of Qi State, followed by several envoys of Qi State, and beside him was an old man whom no one had ever seen before.

The old man was wearing coarse cloth clothes and a pair of cloth shoes with rough edges on his feet. He looked like an old farmer from any field outside Kyoto. But when he saw the old man, a flash of thought flashed across Qin Xiang's face. There was a trace of unnaturalness, and a little embarrassment appeared on the faces of several great scholars standing among the officials.

It was this old farmer with an unattractive appearance who defeated them all in terms of classics and meanings. If Master Zhou was defeated by him today, the poetry competition that Li Xianzi won with great difficulty yesterday would be meaningless. .

The third prince was talking to the old man with a smile on his face. The old man had no expression on his face. The Qi envoy behind them looked a little arrogant. Yesterday was just an accident. Although it delayed Jingguo for a day, it only tasted the taste of failure a little later. Today, with the old man here, if they were not afraid of being beaten to death, they really wanted to ask the king and ministers of Jingguo loudly--who else?

Not long after the Qi envoy arrived, Emperor Jing appeared in everyone's sight.

Seeing that all the officials walked into the hall one after another, Li Yi clapped his hands and stood up in the corner, saying: "No more playing, no more playing, the competition is about to start."

Princess Shouning threw away the branch in her hand, stood up angrily, and said dissatisfiedly: "You are cheating, I am obviously going to win..."

Li Yi curled his lips, pointed to the door of the hall, and said: "If you don't believe it, look for yourself. Your father is here. It's not good to go late."

After that, he took Yongning to the Lizheng Hall.

Are you kidding? A manly man, playing a chess game of "wolf eats sheep" with a ten-year-old girl, do you need to cheat?

Need... need...

Princess Shouning could only stamp her feet in anger, glared at Li Yi's back, and quickly followed him.

"Since the envoy of Qi has arrived, let's start the third literary test directly." After an eunuch read out the rules of the competition, Emperor Jing did not say much and directly announced the start of the competition.

The old man of Qi stood up, and the courtiers of Jing looked at Zhou Daxueshi.

Zhou Daxueshi lowered his head, looking at his nose, and looking at his heart.

Emperor Jing glanced in a certain direction and said, "Although today we are debating the meaning of the classics, this old gentleman is a great writer anyway, County Master Li, please don't be too rude."

Li Yi curled his lips. Respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Does he look like someone who would be rude?

As soon as Emperor Jing finished speaking, a trace of astonishment appeared on the face of the Third Prince of Qi, and the envoys behind him did not come back to their senses.

As for the officials of Jing, they were even more dumbfounded.

Why is it him again!

Shouldn't the person competing today be Grand Secretary Zhou? Why did it suddenly become Li Xianzi? What is your majesty doing?

Let the young Li Xianzi compete with Emperor Wenzong of Qi in the classics------Did they hear it wrong just now?