"Is this kind of thing... common?"
Although Qi Shan and Chu Yao both said that the grade of literary mind is not everything, a high-grade literary mind always has its advantages. Not to mention the second-grade upper literary mind, which is second only to the first-grade upper literary mind! Who would be willing to settle for a middle-grade or lower-grade literary mind when they can have a top-grade literary mind
Substituting one thing for another is tantamount to robbing someone of their future and ruining their life!
"Not often, nor common. Besides, not everyone can steal other people's literary mind, and not everyone's literary mind can be 'stealed'. It's just that my literary mind is suitable... This kind of behavior is a serious crime punishable by death in any country." Chu Yao laughed at himself, "But if it's 'voluntary', it's fine."
Chen Tang felt like he had seen a ghost, and said angrily: "The grade of Wenxin is related to one's future prospects, how could someone 'voluntarily' do so? Giving up the upper grade Wenxin of the second grade and willingly exchanging it with someone else for a lower grade Wenxin? Unless - this person was 'forced to volunteer'."
Chu Yao said: "Yes, it was 'voluntarily'."
Chen Tang: “…”
Chu Yao continued, "I grew up in a poor family. I was sold by my parents when I was young and became a servant to the eldest son of the Chu family. I started studying with him. The eldest son was not good at studying. He was naughty and restless, so he often asked me to help him with his studies."
The eldest son likes to wield swords and guns, but Chu Yao has a special liking for political strategies and tactics, and he seizes every opportunity to learn them very seriously.
"Not long after, I was discovered for ghostwriting for others to cope with their schoolwork. I thought I would be expelled from the mansion, or beaten and sold somewhere, but I was pitied by the master of the mansion. Not only did he accept me as a student, he also gave me the surname 'Chu'."
Chen Tang asked: "Is the person who stole the message your teacher?"
Chu Yao shook his head: "It's not him."
Chen Tang: "Oh, then I wrongly accused a good person."
Chu Yao shook his head and smiled bitterly: "But he is not innocent either."
The teacher was indeed devoted to Chu Yao, and treated him like the eldest son in the family in all aspects. This made the good-tempered eldest son jealous. Even the teacher's wife secretly suspected that Chu Yao was his hidden gem among the outside world, otherwise he would be too good!
The teacher's family all thought so. How could Chu Yao, as the person involved, not see the teacher's preference and care
Until the year before the coronation—
Chu Yao followed his teacher to the palace for a banquet. He drank two more glasses of wine during the banquet and found himself in a dungeon when he woke up. His mentor, whom he respected as his own father for more than ten years, made an unreasonable request to him that still made him feel like a nightmare when he recalled it.
Wuhui, give your literary heart to His Highness!
He watched his mentor's mouth open and close, and every word that came out of this mouth was so distant and vague that it seemed to come from the sky. In the end, it formed a sentence in his ears that made him feel like the world was collapsing, and also pieced together the truth that made his blood rush backwards.
It was an elaborate scam from the beginning.
"Master, you really did have some sincerity in accepting me as your disciple."
Chen Tang had a gloomy face: "There is 30% sincerity, but the remaining 97% is for profit. They are targeting your literary heart and keeping you as a backup for the so-called crown prince. Tsk, being betrayed by the person you trust the most, how can it feel good?"
Chu Yao: "But others won't think so."
For example, the crown prince who benefited.
He promised Chu Yao that when the exchange of literary mind was completed, he would never forget Chu Yao's contribution when he ascended to the throne. Even if Chu Yao lost his top literary mind, he would still be reused in the future. He also said that Chu Yao had been a slave when his parents sold him. Without the kindness of his teacher, no matter how talented he was, he would be just a servant with a little cleverness at best. How could he be so successful now
Doesn’t it make you feel better if you think about it this way
Therefore, he should be grateful rather than resentful.
“… The teacher also comforted me by saying that ‘stealing the beams and replacing the pillars’ did not mean stealing my literary mind, but exchanging the two literary minds…”
It's just the loss of the second-grade upper literary mind, not the loss of literary mind.
As long as Wen Xin is still there, even if he is only at the lower seventh rank, it is something he, with his humble background, has no right to hope for.
What else is he dissatisfied with
Chen Tang scolded: "This is the talk of a robber! Why doesn't he give his literary mind to that useless crown prince? Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Has all these years of reading led to nothing?"
Who doesn't know that high-grade literary mind is better than low-grade one
A robber is a robber, and he has to use the high-sounding reason of "loyalty" to give it an excuse. It is really disgusting and despicable!
The teacher may have some lingering conscience and guilt, plus Chu Yao is still useful, so no matter what he wants to learn or see, he will agree to it. Even though Chu Yao is angry, he dare not show it, and can only work hard in silence, trying to save something.
Within two years, another ridiculous thing happened.
Chen Tang asked, "What's the matter?"
Chu Yao had a strange expression on his face. "The crown prince lost the fight with his other brothers and was involved in the 'Yan Sheng Disaster'. During his imprisonment, he went to the toilet in the middle of the night and fell into a pit and drowned. His followers were also eradicated, including my mentor, who ended up with his property confiscated and exiled."
Chen Tang: “…”
Although the mentor treated Chu Yao like his own son, he never allowed him to regain his status as a good citizen, so he was implicated when his house was searched.
As a member of the deposed prince's faction, his fate was naturally not good. The Dan Mansion was abolished, confiscated and sold. Relying on some of the connections he had accumulated in the past, he did not suffer too badly. Instead, with the help of his friends, he became a retainer of Chu Ji and followed Chu Ji to Xin State.
As a result, before they could live in peace for long, Chu Ji passed away.
Chu Yao was sold along with Chu Ji's other assets, and ended up in Xiaocheng, where he washed dishes in Yuehua Tower for five years.
After hearing the entire tragic story, Chen Tang said: "…"
It is not uncommon for a person to have bad luck, but what is rare is that he has been unlucky all the time. Ever since Wen Xin was replaced at the age of twenty, nothing has been smooth for him!
but-
"Sir, you still haven't explained what 'three taels' means."
Chu Yao: "Didn't I say that?"
Chen Tang said expressionlessly: “You didn’t say that.”
"Oh, that's because I forgot to mention my way of the scribe."
Chen Tang: “… Can you say this???”
Chu Yao was a bachelor: "Why can't I say it? Anyway, my literary mind has been lost, and the way of scholars has been abandoned. What's the point of saying it?"
Chen Tang: “…That makes sense.”
Chu Yao said helplessly, "My 'Way of the Scholar' is 'brighter light after dark', which is the 'brighter light after dark' of 'mountains and rivers are so dense that you may think there is no way out, but brighter light after dark willows and flowers reveals another village'. It cannot be used unless you are in a desperate situation, and it is beyond my control. As for whether it is useful or not, I don't know. I only know that I had a long and very clear dream the night Wen Xin was replaced, in which I went to a pharmacy to get a prescription."
Chen Tang: “…”
It turns out to be an uncontrollable passive skill.
I have no idea whether it has been launched or not, or whether it will be useful or not.
It’s even more miserable.
Chen Tang asked, "What prescription?"
"Ginseng, rhubarb, aconite, and rehmannia root, five cents each, supplemented with three ounces of moonlight, can help you understand destiny and cure stubborn diseases."
The corners of Chen Tang's mouth twitched, and he was speechless.
"This is just a prescription from a dream, old man, do you believe it?"
I’m afraid it wasn’t prescribed by a quack doctor.
Chu Yao’s “Scholar’s Way” gives people an unreliable feeling, which is the same as the “Pictures are for reference only” in advertisements.