Tibetan Sea Pearl

When Hongjiao learned about the cancellation of the imperial examination, she asked Su Yue at the dinner table, "It's a pity that Yang Silang won't pass the exam this year."

Because of the marriage between Su Qing and Miss Yang San, Hong Jiao is also very concerned about the Yang family. Naturally, she hopes that Yang Silang will gain fame this year and have a powerful family who can support one or two wives behind the scenes. That's a good thing.

This year, not only Yang Silang will participate in Qiuwei, but also Gu Yannian. In his previous life, Gu Yannian had already won the Jinshi at this time.

This thing is really a big deal.

Su Yue was a little distracted.

"Tomorrow we will also visit the Imperial College," she said.

With the nature of these scholars, before the court's conclusion on this matter, they would not let it go, and they would not let it go.

Not only do I feel sorry for the hard work and hard work of the past, but time is precious. Scholars know this better. After three years, who knows what the situation will be. Many people and things among them will change.

"There are still more medicines for the grandson of the Three Emperors." Su Yue turned her head and told Hong Jiao.

"Will the grandson of the Three Emperors come too?" Hong Jiao asked curiously.

The grandson of the Three Emperors must have known about such a big event.

Sure enough, as Su Yue said, when the sun was bright the next day, some scholars gathered at the gate of the Imperial College.

Su Yue came out from the alley opposite and looked in the direction of the Imperial College.

I saw a scholar in green shirt straightening his crown, hat, sleeves and gown, with a neither humble nor overbearing expression, walking into the Imperial College in the morning light.

"Emperor Shizu ruled the world with gods and martial arts, followed Confucianism, respected schools as a place to cultivate talents, and discussed imperial examinations as a way to select scholars..."

He didn't yell, but was gentle and refined, his voice was like the spring water in the mountains, making people unable to bear to interrupt and drive him away.

A group of people from the Imperial College soon surrounded them, looking at the scholar who was standing in front of the school hall, feeling sad.Hey, no one can blame them for being born at the wrong time, whoever made them born in a chaotic world, the world is going to be chaotic now, who can take care of them.

He and Ning Wang both came to Datong and lost two counties in a row. It is already very good to survive these years.

No one knows where this scholar is from, and the Guozijian Jijiu has never appeared.

A Confucian teacher from Guozijian stood up and said, "National affairs are more important than private affairs. As the people of the building, you don't worry about sharing the country. You drive out foreign enemies and come here to seek justice. You are not ashamed or ashamed."

There is a country to have a family. How can scholars not understand such a truth.

The handyman guards of the Guozijian immediately stepped forward when the Confucian master's words fell, and drove the scholar out with sticks.

"Wait a minute, don't move anyone." Countless scholars poured in behind the leading scholar, with black heads moving, as if all the scholars in the capital had come.

These scholars are really crazy, and the people around them retreat one after another.

The handyman guard looked at the Confucian master helplessly. These scholars are fundamentally unbeatable in the country. If they were other people, their sticks would have been swung up long ago and they would have denied recognition.

A student from the Imperial College rushed in to report the latest situation to Lord Jijiu.

Lord Jijiu paced back and forth in the hall without saying a word, his expression was uneasy, and he even raised his head and looked outside with melancholy.

The commotion outside could be heard one after another, not because he wanted to be a shrinking turtle, but because he would become the target of public criticism if he went out at this time.

"My lord, you'd better go out and have a look, don't fight." The student also expressed helplessness.

Master Jijiu stopped and smiled, "I can't fight, a group of scholars."

He understands scholars better than others, and scholars can't even scold their mothers.

What Master Jijiu didn't expect was that there was a real fight outside.

Here's the thing.

The leading scholar, Yizheng, said sternly, "It is said that when the country is in trouble, everyone is responsible. Because of the country's troubles, Qiu Wei is imminent. It has always been the rule to become an official through the imperial examination and to ascend to the court."

"This is indeed a traditional rule, but it's a pity..." The Confucian teacher next to him said coldly, "This is the rule of the court. The rules are set by the court, and the court can take it back."

In history, Qiu Wei also suffered sudden national disasters, but no monarch in any dynasty would cancel it so easily. This would shake the foundation of the country and hurt the vitality of the building.

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can ask the government." The Confucian teacher mocked.

If the government accepts their lawsuit, they still have to run to the Imperial College. The scholars are annoyed, their eyebrows are cold, and they rush in like a mountain and a flood.

"Where is Master Jijiu?"

"Is he hiding?"

"I didn't expect a shrinking turtle."

Not to mention Guozijian Jijiu's character and knowledge, but his status, as a Confucian teacher who taught Confucianism and the holy way, he was yelled at by people like this.

The handyman guards of the Guozijian are not vegetarians either, they use sticks to stop the scholars and drive them out.

What happened yesterday and today, the Guozijian was really innocent and implicated, but after thinking about it, it is wrong. Even if this incident was not caused by the Guozijian, Master Jijiu, as a Confucian teacher, should say a few words of justice for scholars In other words, this is not about one or two people, but about scholars all over the world.

The right and wrong in this, how can the handyman guards distinguish clearly, and they haven't read the book.

Hong Jiao, who was standing on the sidelines from a distance, was also very angry. She rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Su Yue, "What are you doing?"

Hong Jiao didn't even think about it, and stared at her, "Of course it's to fight."

Su Yue looked at her and smiled lightly, "Don't worry, wait and see." She looked at the school hall of the Imperial College, "Besides, Master Jijiu can't hide out."

If Master Jijiu doesn't come out, there will be no end to this matter.

"Could it be possible to watch scholars being bullied by them like this?" Hong Jiao said angrily, "It's really bullying too much."

She didn't know how big the official of Lord Jijiu was, but it was too irresponsible to hide like this, and there was no one in charge here, and the scene was noisy.

"Master Jijiu is not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry." Su Yue whispered, "So, let's wait and see."

However, several scholars in green shirts were slightly injured by the shoving of the handyman guards. Su Yue took out the medicine box she carried with her and gave them some medicine.

Scholars pouring in like mountains and rivers from all directions, and the expression of the Master Jijiu in the back hall of the main hall all changed, as if the sky was about to fall, and his chest heaved sharply.

"Quick, quick, come here."

"Send me to the palace to meet the emperor quickly, so that His Majesty will know that these scholars are uttering wild words and treason."

The people in the Guozijian were in chaos, and a group of people rushed towards the palace like an arrow from the string.

The third grandson stood under the eaves of the hall, looking at the sudden cross wind outside, with a flustered and uneasy expression.

"Is there any latest news?" He asked a servant next to him, "Where is Master Jijiu, did you come forward to appease him?"

The little servant faltered, as if he was ashamed to speak and hesitated in his heart, "He has entered the palace to face the saint, and he is already on his way."

"This trash." The third grandson shouted.