In the night, some left the warm bed with sleepy eyes, while others reluctantly bid farewell to the embrace of women. The school officials who came from all directions all had a stiff face. If they did not want to maintain the image of a teacher respected by the students, they would have wanted to curse while yawning.
Of course, it was the middle of the night, and even if Xu Heida, the Chief Supervisor of the Shengqian Hall, had fast legs, he could only notify a few important doctors in time. As for Zhou Xun, the second-rank chief academic officer of the Imperial College, he could not disturb him rashly.
But Luo Yi, the director of the Imperial College, was unlucky. He had to come after being disturbed by Xu Heizi in the middle of the night. At this moment, this senior official of the fourth rank was surrounded by several academic officials, like the backbone.
But Luo Siye, who looked solemn, was cursing in his heart just like everyone else, and even cursed Xu Heizi. For such a big matter, why don't you inform the second-rank Jijiu Lord Zhou? Why do you want me, Siye, to take the blame
Thinking back to when the Jiuzhang Hall was quietly closed, even the Taizu plaque was moved into the secret room for worship. That was not my decision! Of course, it was not the decision of the current Jijiu Master either…
Even Ge Yong, the lifelong priest, was not unaware of it, and he even mentioned it to the emperor in anger, but was finally persuaded back by a group of university scholars and students like Shangshu. Now that the situation has changed, how could a freshly minted doctor of the Imperial College suddenly cause a commotion
However, having arrived now, Luo Siye had no way of showing weakness in front of so many subordinates, let alone in front of Zhang Shou, the Imperial College Doctor who had been sent out of nowhere in violation of procedure. Therefore, he could only bite the bullet and stride forward with his head held high, taking the lead, with a kind of tragic and heroic spirit... The wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold, the hero leaves and will never return.
When everyone saw Jiuzhang Hall from afar, the sky in the east had already turned pale, and it was almost dawn. The lecture hall, which was supposed to be hiding in the darkness like a sleeping monster waiting for dawn, was now emitting a dim light. When they got closer, they saw lanterns and candles neatly placed on the ground.
Faced with this strange scene, someone cursed softly, as if cursing those incompetent night watchmen, but immediately afterwards, someone cried out softly.
"Those lanterns seem to be arranged in some kind of pattern!"
Luo Siye immediately looked at it, but after looking at it carefully for a long time, he felt confused. Not only him, but also the scholars who had passed the imperial examinations and finally won the title of Jinshi were also confused, and they did not understand the meaning of the lantern pattern at all. Finally, one doctor cursed angrily.
"It must be a prophecy, a curse and resentment!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, everyone else turned their heads to look at this gentleman. Since Zhang Shou was chosen by the emperor as a doctor of mathematics, it was enough to prove that he was at least in the emperor's favor. Can you find a more reliable accusation
Curses and resentments require someone to believe in them!
The annoyed Luo Siye ignored the embarrassed subordinate and finally sneered mysteriously: "Childish tricks."
As he characterized the lantern pattern, others quickly agreed, one said it was a child's doodle, another said it made no sense... Amid the chaotic shaking of heads and scolding, Luo Siye still carefully walked around the formation of dozens of lanterns and candles at the door, and then arrived at the door.