When Zhu Xiang arrived at the gate of Xianyang Academy, Ying Xiaozheng was sitting in the carriage reading a book and waiting for him.
Although the person was imprisoned, Ying Xiaozheng still had to give an explanation to his uncle in person.
When Zhu Xiang met Ying Xiaozheng, he knew that something might have happened to Zhang Liang.
After asking the reason, Zhang Sheng turned pale.
My brother! This is Xianyang of Qin State, not Xinzheng of Han State. How can you mess around in Xianyang
Zhu Xiang first said, "Zheng'er, well done," to express his support for Ying Xiaozheng's handling of the matter.
Then, he frowned at Zhang Sheng and said, "You brought your brother to Xianyang, but didn't you tell him what he should and shouldn't do?"
Zhang Sheng's voice trembled: "I didn't expect him to be so brave! I thought he would follow me closely when he came to a strange place!"
Zhu Xiang didn't know what to say.
Zhang Liang was certainly very courageous. If he wasn't courageous, would he have been able to assassinate Qin Shi Huang
But Zhang Sheng was too much of a parent... Zhu Xiang sighed. Perhaps he had set too high a standard for Zhang Sheng. It was said that an elder brother was like a father, but the father of the Zhang brothers had only passed away last year, so Zhang Sheng might not have taught Zhang Liang before. Moreover, in this era, men at most urged their children to study, and rarely participated in the education of young children. Zhang Sheng probably didn't know how to teach his children.
Men in ancient times who were fully involved in their children would be recorded in books and become educators.
"Take him to see his brother." Ying Xiaozheng ordered, and then complained to Zhu Xiang, "I finally had less government affairs to deal with, so I came out to get some fresh air, and then I encountered someone insulting Uncle Lin."
Zhu Xiang sent someone to follow Zhang Sheng to pick up the naughty brother, and helped Ying Xiaozheng straighten his wrinkled collar, saying, "If Lin Li knew about this, he would probably laugh non-stop."
Ying Xiaozheng said: "Whether Uncle Lin cares or not, an insult is an insult."
"Zheng'er is right." Zhu Xiang once again recognized Ying Xiaozheng, "Don't wait for me in the carriage next time. There are so many houses in the academy."
Ying Xiaozheng said impatiently: "I know."
Although he ignored the dissuasion of the servants sent by his uncle and directly threw the arrogant child whose name he did not remember into the jail, Ying Xiaozheng was still a little nervous, worried that his uncle would be angry.
He had decided that if his uncle got angry, he would rebuke him harshly.
Zhu Xiang said, "Now that everything is fine, do you want to go back to the palace to report this to Xia Tong, or continue to visit the academy?"
Ying Xiaozheng said: "I just left the palace and will not go back. I have sent someone to report to the king and father."
Zhu Xiang said, "Let's go for a walk. I heard that the academy has changed its chef, and he is very good at roasting meat. Let's go and try it."
Ying Xiaozheng followed Zhu Xiang's footsteps and said, "No one can make roasted meat better than my uncle."
Zhu Xiang smiled and said, "Everyone makes roasted meat that tastes different. It's nice to try something new once in a while."
Ying Xiaozheng only brought one guard with him and asked the other guards to hide. He followed his uncle to eat in the academy's cafeteria.
Although he had already eaten before leaving the palace, it didn't matter if he had one more meal.
Changping Jun brought the prince into the academy, and the new students were very nervous when they saw him.
At this time, the old man said in a tone of someone who had experienced it, "This is very common, don't make a fuss." That tone and expression were extremely superior.
Among the students who came to the Xianyang Academy this time, some had studied at the Jixia Academy.
They compared the Xianyang Academy and the Jixia Academy. The latter had more "free" academics and was a place where scholars expressed their opinions; the former seemed more orderly and more like a place for learning.
They were originally uncomfortable and thought it was better to speak freely in the Jixia Academy. But when they saw Changping Jun and the crown prince strolling in the Xianyang Academy, and other students only bowed and saluted when they saw them, or even stopped and nodded when their hands were not empty, they thought the Xianyang Academy seemed not bad.
The King of Qi and the princes of Qi had not been to the Jixia Academy for a long time. The influence of the Jixia Academy on the court of Qi had become very weak.
Students of Xianyang Academy could serve as officials in Qin through recommendation and examination, and could even be directly examined by the King of Qin. In Qin, there was already a special Qin law to regulate this. This made the students who studied in Xianyang Academy feel very secure, and they felt that as long as they worked hard enough, they would be able to realize their ambitions.
"If we go to ask Changping Jun for advice, will Changping Jun teach us?" someone asked.
The old man replied, "Of course. But the prince will glare at you fiercely, disliking you for interrupting his walk with Changping Jun."
The man was shocked: "Will it offend the prince?"
The old man replied: "You will not offend the prince, because he will forget you in a blink of an eye. He will just glare at you at that time. However, if the questions you ask are good enough, you can leave a good impression in front of the prince, so many people have gathered around Changping Jun to ask questions."
The man wondered: "Why once?"
The old man sighed, "Many people used to ask questions, and Lord Changping threw all these questions to the prince, and the prince was merciless in his words."
The man listened to this somewhat vague answer and still didn't quite understand.
The old man lowered his voice and said, "We don't dare to go because it's embarrassing. We want to leave a good impression on the prince, not to make him look stupid."
The man then understood.
He sighed and said, "Without sufficient talent, it seems that it is just wishful thinking to recommend myself to Lord Changping and the Crown Prince."
The old man smiled and said, "Of course. Lord Changping is a great sage of the time. Who can deceive him? If you want to deceive Lord Changping, then..."
A slightly plump old man came running over panting and interrupted the old man who was introducing Changping Jun and the prince to the new students.
Meng Yi quickly cupped his hands and said, "Sorry, sorry, I heard someone was curious about Lord Changping, and I couldn't help it."
The new students saw that the old students still had things to do, so they quickly said goodbye.
After the stranger left, Zhang Cang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said unhappily, "Isn't your father a good friend of Lord Changping? With your family background, it would be easy for you to ask Lord Changping for advice, right? Why do you always worship Lord Changping behind his back and never ask for advice from him?"
Meng Yi's cheeks immediately flushed, and he said embarrassedly, "I don't dare to go."
Zhang Cang said, "Why not? Your brother serves the Crown Prince and once followed Lord Changping south. Lord Changping must know you."
Meng Yi smiled bitterly: "It is precisely because my brother serves the crown prince and has listened to Changping Jun's teachings that I dare not go."
He was originally full of confidence, thinking of catching up with his brother's footsteps as soon as possible, and the two brothers, one civil and one military, would serve the prince and make the Meng family more powerful.
His brother's consecutive letters not only made Meng Yi worship Changping Jun crazily, but also made him afraid to ask Changping Jun for advice in front of the crown prince.
His elder brother is a few years older than him and is better at writing than him. He is proficient in both literature and martial arts and has always been the person he looks up to and strives to catch up with.
Even his brother cried in the letter, saying that he could no longer stand staying with the prince. He always felt like a waste, his self-confidence was greatly hit, and he was a drag.
How could Meng Yi not be afraid
His elder brother said that he was a waste, so he was the waste brother, the waste among wastes.
There are many talented people around the prince, and he himself showed terrifying talent since childhood. He was really worried that after he went to pay a visit to Lord Changping, the prince would casually throw out one or two questions, and he would hesitantly stand by, and then be disliked by Lord Changping.
"Once I have learned enough, I will definitely go!" Meng Yi clenched his fists.
Zhang Cang sneered: "With your courage, I don't know when you will be able to learn. I was noticed by Xunzi and I will serve him. Will you come with me? If you don't go, I will abandon you and you will continue to study alone in Xianyang Academy."
Meng Yi was immediately shocked: "What do you mean by studying alone? I have many friends, not just you... How come you also told Xunzi my name?"
Zhang Cang said, "It was not me who told Xunzi, but Xunzi who asked about you. Your father was a friend of Lord Changping, and Xunzi was Lord Changping's teacher, so of course he knew you. It was probably because of you that Xunzi noticed me."
Meng Yi immediately shook his head: "Your talent is top-notch among your peers in Xianyang Academy. Why do you need to rely on me?"
Zhang Cang asked, "Are you going?"
Meng Yi forced out an extremely ugly smile: "Xunzi called me to go, if I don't go, wouldn't it be disrespectful to my teacher and Changping Jun's teacher?"
Zhang Cang rolled his eyes. A division commander is a division commander, but you also want to add another division commander of Lord Changping.
Although he also respected Changping Jun, but the level of respect for Meng Yi was far beyond respect, right
"Are you going or not?" Zhang Cang asked.
Meng Yi hesitated: "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"
Zhang Cang said, "When I saw Lord Changping, I suddenly remembered this. Why are you avoiding the topic?"
Meng Yi covered his face with his sleeves: "Go, I have no choice but to go. But I'm so worried..."
Zhang Cang burst into laughter when he saw his friend's embarrassed look.
This friend was a few years younger than him, and was usually full of arrogance. Although he was smooth and tactful like a teenager, he rarely looked down on others. It was rare to see his friend in such an attitude, and Zhang Cang laughed so hard.
Meng Yi was so angry that he kicked Zhang Cang and then dragged Zhang Cang away.
Zhang Cang was dragged so hard that he almost stumbled: "What are you doing?"
Meng Yi scolded, "What else can you do! Accompany me to review my lessons!"
Zhang Cang sighed. "I won't take the exam to serve Xunzi, so why should I do that? It's as if it's very dangerous to be around Lord Changping."
"The man who was looking at you just now was Meng Yi." Ying Xiaozheng had already noticed the man who was looking at him with an admiring expression. "He is a well-known admirer of my uncle in the Xianyang Academy."
Zhu Xiang said with a smile: "Worship me? If he worships me, why haven't I seen him come to pay his respects to me?"
Ying Xiaozheng said: "He always feels that he is not well-educated enough, so he dare not come."
Zhu Xiang smiled and shook his head: "Why are you so distant? Zheng'er, how do you want to deal with Zhang Liang? Zhang Liang is the child you imprisoned."
Ying Xiaozheng rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle, you are talking about the child. What else can I do? He is the family of the Korean envoy and the son of the former prime minister of Korea. Let the Korean envoy apologize and then let him go."
Zhu Xiang said, "It's not good to just let him go. His crime can be big or small, but if you deal with him personally, you still have to punish him. Otherwise, wouldn't it be meaningless for you to enforce the law impartially?"
Ying Xiaozheng was puzzled: "Are you really going to tattoo someone to prove your worth?"
Zhu Xiang laughed: "That's not necessary. Let him undergo labor reform and come to Xianyang City to be a book boy to handle chores."
Ying Xiaozheng frowned, seeing his uncle's intention: "Uncle wants to remind him, why?"
(End of this chapter)