The black carriage passed by Dongchuan intersection. Fan Xian had just turned his gaze away from his bookstore and medical hall. When he turned his head, he saw the ancient gate of Taixue.
Taixue is a relatively scattered building complex. There are no buildings such as yamen Mingtang facing the street, and there is no high courtyard wall. Even the gate has never been closed in fact. The green trees inside are protruding out. The sound of reading at the office also came out, full of the meaning of Confucianism and quiet thinking.
Just as the Privy Council once called the Military Academy, the old military department is still confused with the military department in the six ministries, the Qing Dynasty has played several new policies in the past few decades, and the name of Taixue has been changed again and again, the same article Museum, education institute, anyway, it is difficult to export, so His Majesty will change it randomly.
It's just that scholars all over the world still habitually call this area Taixue, and later the official documents of the imperial court naturally admitted this point. Scholars selected by various states and counties, as well as outstanding children from the rich and powerful mansions in Kyoto, all gathered in this building complex to learn classics, history and the way of governing the world.
This is the highest school in the Qing Kingdom, and the gentlemen invited are naturally the top group of people, such as Mr. Pan Lingpan, who has become a master of calligraphy in the court imperial newspaper, for example, the teacher of He Zongwei, a scholar of Zhongshu University under the current dynasty. Wen Xiang, for example, a few years ago, Master Shu also served as a professor of Taixue, and now the number one official in North Korea, Master Hu, also often comes to Taixue to teach these scholars.
There are so many arrogant teachers, coupled with the special status of Taixue, the students there have a very good future, so the students of Taixue can't help but feel a little arrogant. Ordinary government offices do not want to deal with Taixue at all, and Qingguo's slightly enlightened style of study makes ordinary ministers even refuse to go in casually - they are afraid of being questioned by these students, and finally flee in embarrassment.
However, Fan Xian never had this kind of worry. His relationship with Taixue students has always been good. Xiancai shocked the world, and dragged a cart of books from Master Zhuang from Beiqi back to Taixue. His status in Taixue became even more lofty, and he won the admiration of the students.
The carriage stopped quietly at the entrance of Taixue, and some school officials had already come up to meet him. Fan Xian got out of the carriage, looked up at the gate that he hadn't seen for half a year, and smiled. This quaint gate was actually newly built later, and some ancient ideas were abruptly entered. After spending so much money, it is actually just that Nanqing always has a deep-seated sense of inferiority in terms of learning, especially in certain corners related to the taste of history.
It began to rain suddenly. Although it was not heavy, the scattered raindrops hit the dark Taixue wooden door, which became very eye-catching. The mottled gradually became smudged, and the stone slabs on the ground were about to accumulate water.
An official of the Qi Nian team silently took out the lotus robe from the car, intending to put it on for him. Fan Xian shook his head. Although he likes to wear black lotus clothes, line up with his closest subordinates in a character shape, and travel like a ghost in the quiet autumn night of Kyoto, but today is in Taixue, he doesn't want to look too special, and put those The passionate and innocent students were shocked.
Mu Feng'er held up the umbrella and sent him into the gate of Taixue.
It was already afternoon at this time, the sun had already moved westward, but now it was covered by clouds, swept away by the rain, the light became darker, and the whole large courtyard was full of serenity, walking forward under the green trees Walking, without looking at anyone, it was extremely empty and quiet.
Thousands of Taixue students were still in class at this time. As a professor of Taixue, Fan Xian certainly figured it out clearly, but he just frowned and thought, why did the sound of reading stop so neatly
Like bees suddenly acting together, or like a mountain wind pouring into a narrow natural stone pot, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the quiet courtyard of Taixue. The sound was getting closer and louder. It turned out to be countless The voices of people talking and laughing were mixed together.
After class, hundreds of young scholars walked out of the various courtyards of Taixue at the same time, and walked to the wide sidewalk in the middle. They were densely packed and crowded together, and a fresh energy immediately filled the entire space. .
Some young people forgot to bring their umbrellas, cheered loudly, jumped on the wet bluestone road, bumped into the rain on the fault layer, and ran towards their school dormitories. And more students took their time off and opened the umbrellas around them with calm smiles. For a time, countless umbrella flowers of different colors bloomed in the entire courtyard, but there were no bright colors, mostly blue and gray.
So Fan Xian, who originally didn't want to be conspicuous, turned into a different plant in the sea of plain umbrellas because of the big black cloth umbrella on his head, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Master Xiao Fan!"
"teacher!"
"gentlemen!"
The students surrounded him in surprise and saluted Fan Xian one after another. Most of the students had only seen him from a distance, and some were fortunate enough to follow him to edit and edit the classics and history of Master Zhuang, so they yelled extra hard.
Fortunately, there was no congestion. Probably these students also knew that Fan Xian was busy at court, and he was also busy with the important affairs of Dongyi City recently, so they suppressed their joy. After paying respects and greetings, they let opened the way.
Fan Xian smiled and nodded one by one, and chatted a few gossips with the students and teachers he was familiar with. He looked up at the sky and didn't dare to delay any longer.
Behind him and the officials of the Overwatch Council, the students of the Taixue were still uncontrollably excited, whispering curiously, wondering why Mr. Fan came to the Taixue today, and whether it was just a matter of Dongyi City. Will you return Master Xiao Fan to Taixue? Let him continue to give lectures
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I took the black umbrella and put it by the door, a stream of cool rain dripped down the tip of the umbrella, writing a big Chinese character, which wet the high wooden threshold. Fan Xian took the towel from the teacher, wiped his wet hair carelessly, then entered the inner room, bowed to the grand scholar behind the desk, and said with a smile, "I came to see you. "
Master Hu took off the glasses on his nose, looked at him suspiciously for a while, then recognized him, and said with a smile: "It's rare that I don't have to stay in the corner room today, and I just want to hide, you can't let me I slow down?"
Today's Menxia Zhongshu is headed by Hu Dashi. After all, His Majesty is getting older, and his energy is always not as good as when he was in his prime in middle age. Moreover, this king seems to have thought about it a lot, and left many political affairs to his subordinate Zhongshu, and no longer has to do everything himself. In this way, the power of Menxia Zhongshu has increased, but the affairs are extremely busy. According to private words of some sharp-eyed officials, today's Menxia Zhongshu is gradually becoming the prime minister's mansion back then, and the head of the University The power in the hands of the Master Shihu also seems to be getting closer to Lin Ruofu from back then day by day.
Fan Xian didn't believe this. Since the emperor had worked so hard to bring down his old Yue, he would naturally not allow another Lin Ruofu to appear. But he also knew that Hu Dashi worked hard on political affairs all day long. He smiled and went forward to salute again, and said: "If it's not a business, I dare not bother you."
Hu Dashi has an excellent relationship with him. On the one hand, it is because in the debate between the ancient and the new, the two stand quite the same, and both appreciate each other's temperament, so they have achieved a good personal relationship. On the other hand, during the Kyoto rebellion, Master Hu had done Fan Xian a great favor, and Fan Xian was the first to save his life in the end.
"Let's talk." Master Hu put the glasses on the table and made a light click. After Wei Yi paused, he sighed and said, "It's probably not a good thing for you to do it yourself."
Fan Xian smiled, looked at the glasses on the table, but didn't say anything immediately, but said, "Is this crystal mirror still useful?"
As in previous years, Grand Master Hu had a youthful face that did not match his age, but Fan Xian knew that this chief civil servant had some minor problems with his eyes. Two years ago, Fan Xian remembered it once in a while, and asked Neiku to think about it for a long time. Finally, he found a foreign crystal from Dongyi City and gave him a pair of unique glasses.
Hu Dashi has always been very grateful for this matter, because he has toiled in government affairs day and night, reviewing memorials, and his eyesight is not good, which will cause serious problems.
It's just grinding by hand, and there is no optometry machine, so Fan Xian only knows that Master Hu is presbyopic, but he doesn't know how much it can help.
"Very good, very good." Hu Dashi said with a smile: "Well, with the kindness of these glasses, I will do whatever you want to do, anyway, the little father-in-law won't let me do it What kind of stupid thing against the law."
As soon as these words came out, Fan Xian was dumbfounded, and almost laughed, thinking that this grand scholar seemed to be righteous, but he was unexpectedly so cautious and cunning. The two of them knew very well that the problems that Fan Xian couldn't handle by themselves must be internal problems in the court, and what University Scholar Hu said was extremely cunning.
Fan Xian smiled and shook his head. Just when Master Hu thought that he was not easy to speak, he stroked his beard secretly to comfort him, but suddenly he narrowed his eyes and said, "Sun Jingxiu, governor of the capital, is a good official..."
Master Hu's fingers tightened, almost pulling out his beard, and he coughed twice. He really didn't expect Fan Xian to speak so directly. As for the position of Governor of Kyoto, as the head of the civil service, he certainly knows what caused the current situation, but His Majesty is Fuhe Zongwei taking the position, so he, a scholar, had no choice but to keep silent.
He glanced at Fan Xian tentatively, and said, "Master Sun... Didn't the young man personally suppress the rumors back then?"
Fan Xian didn't bother to make these detours with him, so he sat directly beside him, and leaned into his ear and said, "I have nothing to do with his daughter, but I really want to keep Mrs. Sun."
"This is His Majesty's intention." Master Hu didn't shy away from anything in front of him, and directly moved the emperor out.
Fan Xian sneered, "It's just that He Zongwei's youthful dancing has nothing to do with His Majesty."
Master Hu laughed, knowing that in front of anyone, this kid would never admit that the problem of the capital is His Majesty's will, otherwise he would openly fight His Majesty.
Fan Xian went on to say, "I just want to ask, what is Sun Jingxiu's performance in the past three years?"
"This..." Master Hu stroked his short beard lightly, and said after a moment of silence: "In two years, in one year, it's just mediocre."
The capital city is indeed an important position, so for the performance appraisal of the past three years, Master Hu firmly kept it in his heart and blurted it out. Fan Xian sneered, and said, "Stop talking about blindfolded gossip, the Grand Scholar understands in his heart that the position of governor of the capital was not created by human beings in the first place. In the performance test, I fail every year."
"Mei Zhili was at most a mediocre back then." Fan Xian rubbed his wrist, and said, "Sun Jingxiu has been in the middle for two years, and he is already a very capable official, plus he is not good at forming cliques and committing fraud. , It is really rare to have such a comment.”
Hu Dashi was silent for a moment, after all, he was no match for his own conscience, so he nodded slightly. He also knew that the position of Governor of the Kyoto Prefecture was difficult, and Sun Jingxiu was indeed a rare subordinate. If he was still in charge of the Kyoto Prefecture, it would be much easier for him, a university scholar, to run a job.
"If you really take him, who will replace him?" Fan Xian said solemnly, "I'm not here today for personal reasons or to fight against others. Change five more governors, and in the end there will be no one who dares to be the governor, and even play the trick of swallowing charcoal and getting sick?"
Master Hu sighed, and said in embarrassment: "I also don't want Mr. Sun to resign, but I have never figured out why there is such a rumor in the palace."
He stared into Fan Xian's eyes and asked softly, "Did you quarrel with that person again?"
Fan Xian is the only person in this world who dares to quarrel with His Majesty the Emperor. Fan Xian laughed at himself and said, "It has nothing to do with the quarrel. In fact, you should also see clearly that His Majesty is using this matter to gain power for He Zongwei. Don't say that Sun Jingxiu is my man now, just say he is an idiot, and I will To protect him."
"I said before that I don't care about personal affairs, but now I'm yours again." Master Hu shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "What do you want me to do? If I come forward, His Majesty will definitely guess that I was entrusted by you... Mr. He is also a very talented person, why bother to get angry with him."
After being silent for a long time, Fan Xian said softly, "This qi must be controlled. In this world, either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. I will not give He Zongwei a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of possibility, a glimmer of luck, a history of success." .”
"Why?" Hu Dashi was slightly startled when he saw that he was speaking seriously, and Fox asked.
Fan Xian didn't answer this question, because it involved him trying to procrastinate as long as possible to keep the power at hand under the oppression of the emperor, and make an announcement. He stood up slowly and said, "I'm going to quarrel in the palace tonight to force His Majesty not to issue a decree. In this way, the problem in the capital is the pressure from the middle school under my door. I need the great scholar to help me out Resist."
Hu Dashi didn't answer, and seemed to be waiting for his next explanation.
Fan Xian smiled and said, "Sun Jingxiu is a good official, he shouldn't just disappear into the boring power struggle, the reason is actually that simple."
Before Master Hu Dashi could speak, he said quietly: "This Taixue is a good place. It is youthful. These students will be officials in the court in the future. As gentlemen, we not only want to teach them, but also We should use the real situation in the DPRK to help them build some confidence."
"An official, as long as he is willing to do his job, he will be safe." Fan Xian stared into the eyes of Dashi Hu, "If Sun Jingxiu collapsed like this, what do you use to teach these students? What else does it do?"
Forced into a corner by Fan Xian, Master Hu remained silent for a long time, knowing that this young man is a man who can do what he says, and if he doesn't agree, maybe he will really use his prestige in the Taixue to instigate When the students did something, they couldn't help sighing and said: "Yes, as long as Your Majesty doesn't invent a decree, I will protect Mr. Sun."
Hearing these words, Fan Xian finally laughed happily, cupped his hands, said nothing more, and wanted to leave.
Master Hu picked up the crystal glasses on the table, and said with a smile: "Even if I pay you back for the glasses... But, don't you think I'm a little bit more generous?"
Fan Xian was in a great mood, and said, "At worst, let Neiku make a few more pairs, and prepare one for each of your young masters."
Hu Dashi was ridiculed secretly by him, and laughed and scolded: "I mean, Master Xuezheng said a few days ago, when you can finish the work of Dongyi City, you have to go back to Taixue to teach the students .”
Fan Xian responded with a smile, "If you don't talk about it, I'm going to do it." This was the truth. After entering Taixue today, seeing so many young students, Fan Xian was in a good mood, as if thinking of the past. The situation when I was in school, and he knew that these students would definitely be the pillars of the Qing Kingdom in the future, if he could influence them in advance, at some point, maybe this would be his life-saving magic weapon.
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Fan Xian bid farewell and left, while Hu Dashi went on with his business alone under the dim light. I don't know how long it took, before it was completely dark, an official walked in gently and whispered something in his ear.
Grand Master Hu was silent for a long time, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said softly: "It turned out that there was such a commotion at the grand banquet of the Sun Mansion today. I really don't know what this young man is thinking. Such exaggeration is completely out of line with his previous reserved temperament."
That official was naturally a close confidant of Grand Master Hu, and he also had a lot of puzzled expressions on his face. He said puzzledly: "Moreover, this matter is quite strange. He clearly knew that it was the intention of the palace, but Mr. Fan still resisted obstinately, even Is it worth it to come here to beg the teacher for a mere Sun Jingxiu?"
"It's not just Sun Jingxiu." Madam Hu sighed again, waved the official to go down, and said: "There is no need to mention this matter, as long as His Majesty does not issue an order, I will protect Mr. Fan's personal protection, and I should It's all right."
The official responded in a deep voice, took his leave and left.
Under the dim light, Master Hu's still young face was changing expressions. He was thinking about Fan Xian's previous words and guessing Fan Xian's real intention. East wind and west wind? He rubbed his brows that were a little tense, and couldn't help but smiled wryly. I'm afraid Mr. He is not qualified to be Dongfeng, Mr. Fan is fighting His Majesty!
Just why fight? Could it be that he vented his resentment against His Majesty's power cuts here? Master Hu fell into deep thought, always feeling that this was not the case. It has been three years, and His Majesty's reduction of power to the Overwatch Council has been moving forward, and Fan Xian has always taken a step back in a very filial manner before taking a step forward in the palace.
Why didn't Fan Xian quit? Is it because he is worried that if he retreats too much, he will not have anything in his hands to compete with others? But apart from His Majesty, who do you need to contend with
Hu Dashi frowned very tightly, but he couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, his fingers touched his own wrinkles, he was slightly startled, and quickly spread the wrinkles away with his fingers, then quietly took out a small porcelain bottle from under the table, picked out some creamy things from the bottle, After thinly applying it on his face and patting it slowly, the skin on his cheeks became smoother, and a few wrinkles appeared inconspicuous.
Master Hu put the porcelain bottle on the table and hid it, and smiled self-deprecatingly. Why should I think so much about the matter between His Majesty and his son? The meaning of self-deprecation is getting stronger and stronger, and even a little sad.
He is not young anymore, so he pays special attention to the maintenance of his face, because he knows that his historical mission is to become the center of His Majesty's court after a hundred years, so he must not look old. If His Majesty thinks that he is old, he will definitely have some other ideas, and keep a younger servant for his son.
Everyone has their own secrets, their own helplessness, their own sorrow.