Classmate, he always spread dog food with the tyrant

Guochao pays attention to etiquette, and there are always many grand ceremonies in the court, but there is only one ceremonial ceremony for Confucius that can be related to the Guozijian, and the whole prison naturally attaches great importance to it.

Today is Xiu Mu, but in order to speed up the rehearsal, all the teachers and students in the supervisor were called to the Imperial College to leave the venue.

The Confucian memorial ceremony is roughly divided into three steps: laying silk, wishing texts, and offering sacrifices. Most of the Guozijian students are the background boards of the ceremony. They only need to line up and sing and salute.

After rehearsing for half an hour, everyone was sitting on the steps in the shade to rest, and Cui Luan came out of the main room and walked along the corridor with a gloomy expression.

He Er whispered in Qi You's ear: "He was the one who was going to read the congratulations to the late teacher in front of His Majesty, but it seems that someone else was selected from above and replaced him."

Qi You raised his eyes: "Cui Luan is the most outstanding person in our ten-day exams, so naturally Zhu Wen should be read by him."

Reciting the Congratulations is almost equivalent to speaking under the national flag. Those who can give speeches to the national flag are good students from all classes. According to the practice of the Imperial College, the Congratulations at the Confucian Memorial Ceremony are recited by the most promising person in the next scientific examination. Cui Luan's articles have always been well written, and it is well-deserved to read this wish article.

He Er shook his head: "Who knows what Si Zheng means? Maybe it's because he has participated in Chunwei twice but failed to win the first place, so he doesn't want to use him."

Qi You: "..."

It's hard enough for repeat students, can we not engage in discrimination.

He Er whispered again: "That's fine, who knows what His Majesty's mood was that day, if he didn't read the congratulatory text, although he couldn't be in the limelight, he was still at ease..."

Just as he was talking, Cui Luan walked up to them, gave Qi You a hard look and said, "Ji Jiu and Si are looking for you!"

Qi You didn't dare to be negligent, and hurried to the gentlemen's room, and when Jijiu saw him, he smiled and said, "Qi You, you are so proud of yourself, Jiang Sizheng sees that you are young and talented, and I am here to recommend you to read the Zhu Wen." , you should prepare well, His Majesty will also come when the time comes, and if you make a familiar face in front of him, the palace examination will go well in the future."

Jiang Sizheng came over to recuperate, and when he saw Qi You, he smiled apologetically and said: "Qi You, you don't have to repay me, as long as you serve His Majesty well in the future."

Qi You: "..."

Walking out of the sacrificial wine room in a daze, Qi You almost wanted to cry without tears. He had a ghost in his heart, so naturally he didn't want to have any interaction with the tyrant in front of his classmates. If he recited the Zhu Wen, Yong Chi would say something and do something on a whim , then he would have no face to stay in the Imperial College...

Jiang Sizheng looked at Qi You's back and snorted coldly. He had already been investigated by someone and knew what happened to the trick that day. He was ashamed and angry. Dissatisfied, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to Confucius is approaching, if the young master of the Qi family should show his face in front of the emperor a few more times...

I don't need to say anything, His Majesty will not make him feel better.

Qi You read the Zhu Wen several times over and over again. This Zhu Wen was compiled by Jijiu himself.

Qi You stood under the eaves and read silently several times, familiar with the style and syntax of the writing.Cui Luan kept staring at him from the sidelines with resentment on his face.

Qi You wished he could slap this piece of paper on his face.

Do you really think that he, who is so hard at reciting poems, really wants to get this limelight?

Even if he didn't want to, Qi You prepared extremely hard to sacrifice to Confucius, reciting in the carriage on the way home, just like memorizing ancient poems in the college entrance examination, every second counts.

On the day of the Confucian Memorial Ceremony, the sky in the capital was as clear as blue, and the students of the Imperial College were all dressed in long gowns and stood in front of the main gate of the Imperial College with double eaves and nine ridges, waiting for the arrival of the emperor.

When the hour arrived, Yong Chi arrived at the Guozijian in a chariot. He was dressed in a black gold pan dragon robe, and he slowly climbed up the steps facing the broken gold sunlight.

Everyone in the Guozijian knelt down on the ground tremblingly, Qi You lowered his head, only seeing the corner of the emperor's clothes embroidered with dragons flashing past his eyes.

After the sacrificial dance, Jiang Sizheng said in a loud voice: "Hehe Confucian ancestor, the most virtuous and the most holy, widely educated, the style of a gentleman, and the Imperial Academy congratulates the students."

Qi You walked out of the crowd in response, bowed slightly to where the emperor was, then turned around, and walked towards the white marble platform in the center of Taixuemen Square under the gaze of everyone.

The solemn rites and music sounded immediately, and Qi You's voice was clear and clear: "The ancestors described Yao and Shun, constitutionally promoted civil and military affairs, created private schools, studied poetry and books, established rites and music..."

He read very seriously, and the words at the end of each sentence were closely related to the ending of the ceremony.

The students below quietly discussed: "Who is on stage this time?"

"It's Qi You, the young son of Qi Yushi, he looks quite handsome, and he must be a top-ranking figure..."

Guochao pays attention to the judgment of words and deeds, and his temperament is a plus in the officialdom.

"So what if he has good qualifications? I heard from my father that His Majesty hates the Qi family, so he won't give him a good way out..."

On the stage, Qi You stood in the summer sun with a handsome figure, and recited clearly: "Virtue carries things, wisdom is wise, and the benevolent loves others, harmony but difference."

Jiang Sizheng was standing beside Yongchi, his forehead was sweating.

He arranged for Qi You to take the stage, of course it was not out of good intentions, the weather is hot and irritating, and the wishes are stinky and long, if His Majesty knows that the person who reads the wishes in front of him is the young son of the Qi family, he will hate Qi You even more point.

Unexpectedly, he sneaked a glance at His Majesty. His Majesty, who was always impatient with poems and books, stood patiently under the scorching sun and listened to Qi You's recitation, with a faint smile on his lips.

Jiang Sizheng couldn't figure it out, so he had to go up and take the initiative to popularize science: "Your Majesty, the person on the stage is Qi You, the second son of the Qi family. He has always been outstanding in his grades. He is known as Yushu of the Qi family. I think he will be the same as his brother." , won the first prize in the imperial examination."

So, Your Majesty, you must stop him!

Yong Chi nodded slightly, his eyes still on Qi You.

The breeze was blowing, and the young man's hair was lightly fluttering, exuding a clean and vigorous spirit like clouds and rain.

The speech on the stage continued: "Build a heart for the world, a life for the people, and peace for all generations..."

Yong Chi's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, he had heard such commonplace talk a lot, but never forget it once he heard it, it made people not believe it, and people didn't believe it when they heard it.

But Yong Chi looked at Qi You's vigorous and bright figure, and his serious and delicate face, and felt that these immature and sincere words hovered in his chest, making people involuntarily believe it.

Seeing Yong Chi's expressionless face, Jiang Sizheng stepped forward to apologize and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the scorching sun is hanging high, and this wish is too long, why don't you accompany your majesty to the room to rest for a while?"

Yong Chi remained silent, and waved his hands indifferently, this person had no wink, and actually covered the young man on the white marble platform.

Jiang Sizheng moved his body and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, this young master Qi is not very big, but he talks a lot. He is as noisy as his father and brother."

He originally thought that the emperor hated Qi You, and saying these words would definitely please him.

Unexpectedly, Yong Chi immediately lowered his brows and ordered coldly: "Come here, cut off his tongue."

The guards beside him responded immediately.

"Your Majesty..." Jiang Sizheng never expected this direction, knelt down with a plop and howled, "Why, Your Majesty..."

The surrounding students suddenly became commotion, and although Qi You on the stage did not interrupt Zhu Wen, he also raised his eyes to look here in doubt.

Today is the Grand Ceremony for Confucianism, so it is best not to see blood, Yong Chi pondered for a moment, and did not want to distract Qi You, he waved his hand with a cold face, and signaled the guards to drag him down: "I think you talk the most, dare to say more!" Say something, I will never forgive you."

Jiang Sizheng was so frightened that he fell silent and didn't dare to say more.This dog emperor is uncertain, if he doesn't know the taste, he will definitely lose his tongue.

After Zhu Wen, the emperor led all the students to worship the statue of Confucius in the main hall of the Confucian Temple.

In this dynasty, Confucius was respected as "the first teacher of Dacheng's most holy literature and propaganda".

Yong Chi stood in front of the gilded copper furnace with cold eyes.

Seeing that the emperor did not follow the ceremonial officer to salute, Jijiu hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty?"

Yong Chi looked gloomy and uncertain, raised his head and said coldly: "Is this your statue of Confucius?"

As soon as the sacrificial wine raised his head, he was so frightened that his legs went limp. The statue of Confucius in front of him had no gilding in the whole body, and the wooden body clay sculpture was dilapidated and gloomy.

The officials in charge of the Confucian Temple thought that His Majesty had disliked the Imperial College and neglected Confucius, so he knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Jiang Sizheng confiscated all the money used to repair the statue. Jiang Sizheng is also responsible for this matter. I don't know anything about it."

"Your Majesty," after a short rest, Jiang Sizheng, who had been revived with full blood, finally waited for the moment he had been looking forward to for a long time, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "I am also very helpless about this matter. I want to accept the money, but the Imperial College has no The stubborn and arrogant traitor deceives everyone into refusing to pay money, disrespecting the sages, and... pretending to be the holy spirit to scare the ministers!"

Yong Chi's expression was cold, unmoved at all.

"Your Majesty, he is contemptuous of a saint. Your Majesty, you have to decide for your ministers!" Jiang Sizheng said with a mournful face, "Please punish this person severely, Your Majesty, and clear up the style of study."

The faces of Wei Jiuchao and the others all changed. They all knew that the emperor hated the Qi family. If they pointed out Qi You, the emperor might follow suit and severely punish the Qi family.

Xiao Langyin stood up immediately: "Your Majesty, this matter is what I did."

"The minister also participated in it..."

"The minister also has a share."

"These people are indeed involved." Jiang Sizheng feared that the emperor would be led astray by Wei Jiuchao and others, and hurriedly said: "But the leader is the second son of the Qi family, Qi You."

As soon as the words fell, Yong Chi's eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Everyone in the audience gasped and looked at Qi You in unison.

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