The daily routine of the ancient imperial examination

It was five o'clock, and the sky was still not bright outside. Lu Xiuyuan closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to open the bed curtain. He worked hard last night for most of the night, and now he looks a little sleepy, but he still needs to get up for breakfast and go to the Hanlin Academy.

The person in his arms sucked a couple of times, and then he carefully got out of the bed.

After washing up and having breakfast, he walked to work alone on the road. Although the sun was not out, the sky was already bright, and the streets were bustling with vendors and pedestrians coming and going.

Looking at the crowd around him, there are more people visible to the naked eye than the previous few days. Knowing that Zhao Yu will be punished today, these are the people who came to see the excitement.

It seems that the propaganda of the previous two days has worked, and Lu Xiuyuan is happy in his heart. I don't know how Patriarch Zhao will react today?Will you faint from anger?

After tidying up his clothes, he walked leisurely towards Hanlin, and then he just waited to watch the excitement.

The only fly in the ointment is that they haven't contacted King Ming yet.

After they had met once after burning Lu Zhai last time, they recovered and asked Shi Yunchen's subordinates to make an appointment for a meeting place, but the other party started to lose contact again.

Lu Xiuyuan wondered if he had guessed wrong. Didn't King Ming's intentional appearance at that time imply that he would contact him privately?

At this moment, he still didn't know the news that the Second Prince ordered Ming Wang not to go out for a month because he wanted to go to the scene of whipping the corpse to watch the excitement and stir up trouble.

When I came to the Hanlin Academy, there were many people standing at the sign office discussing the gossip in low voices, including some from the Second Prince's faction. Hearing those people's gleeful voices, Lu Xiuyuan's heart was complicated. It seems that the people here are not so united. .

But he didn't have time to take care of these things at this time, and he was still two days away from Xiumu, and he had to be careful not to damage the bookcase in these two days.

After signing his name, Lu Xiuyuan was about to go to the grocery room to remove the cabinet first, when he saw a colleague beckoning him to go over.

"Lu Xiuzhuan, the director is looking for you."

Will Senior Brother Wu find him now?

Although he didn't know what was going on, he went to his senior brother's room first after thanking the other party.

He knocked on the door lightly twice.

"Headmaster, am I coming in?"

Hearing the response from inside, Lu Xiuyuan pushed open the door and went in, and what caught his eyes was the picture of his senior brother stroking his chin and thinking.

Seeing that there was no outsider in the room, he asked directly: "Brother, are you looking for me?"

"Junior brother, you are here."

Senior Brother Wu stood up quickly when he saw him coming, "I already know about the ancient books. Those things were transported from the northwest and they were exhausted. Now there is no way to touch these remnants successfully."

The other party pointed to the rice paper spread on the desk: "I will give you a new task. When the execution is executed at noon, you will use your sketch to record the scene at that time, and then I will give it to His Majesty in the afternoon. , the matter of ancient books should be over."

"Drawing is required for the execution?" He was a little surprised. This seemed to be the first time he heard that he was going to draw and record on the sidelines.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Senior Brother Wu explained the confusion: "People who are not guilty of the most serious crimes don't flog corpses. If this punishment is used, the whole story must be clearly recorded in calligraphy and painting, and it will be sealed in a file and kept separately."

So, this is probably equivalent to a file storage for later generations?

Lu Xiuyuan knew that his senior brother assigned him this task in order to make him a crime and a meritorious service. Although the sketch and the ink painting both use points, lines, and planes as the basic elements to shape the picture, there is still a big difference between the two.

Sketch focuses on objectivity and visual realism, while traditional ink painting focuses more on the expression of imagery. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages, but sketch is more suitable for recording pictures.

If he could objectively and truly reflect the expressions of the people around him during the execution on the drawing paper, then the old emperor must have seen the drawing method of sketching at first glance very strange, then he might not blame himself for not completing the task of collecting ancient books. After all, this is an impossible task.

But that doesn't matter to him anymore.

Lu Xiuyuan smiled at his senior brother: "Brother, don't worry, I have already recorded all the contents of that cabinet of ancient books."

"Did you record it?" Senior Brother Wu looked surprised, and took two steps forward unconsciously, "Don't fool your senior brother, the paper will break when you touch it, how did you record it?"

Lu Xiuyuan knew that seeing is believing no matter what he said, so he went directly to the utility room to bring the copper cabinet.

"You will know later, senior brother."

He didn't avoid people when he moved the books, and when he passed the corridor with the copper cabinet, he could still see the surprised and contemptuous eyes of the other party.

Regardless of what those people saw or thought, he moved directly to his senior brother's desk next door.

Lifting the copper lid on it, the smell of decay and caustic soda came to the face.

"Now that these ancient books have been processed, they can be touched at will as long as the movements are not too rough."

Brother Wu has been in charge of Hanlin for many years, and he often sees those ancient books that have been preserved for hundreds of years and thousands of years fall into pieces with a light touch. Now that he heard his brother say this, he still feels a little uncertain.

The other party stretched out his finger and lightly touched the edge of the book.

The yellow and old paper was pushed and instantly bulged up.

"Really not broken?!"

His senior brother's excited eyes widened unconsciously.

"How did you deal with it, Junior Brother? It can still have such an effect?"

Lu Xiuyuan roughly explained the items he will use: "It's just some water that is ground into powder from limestone and marble, mix it according to a fixed ratio, and then spray it on it."

Regarding this method, he simply pushed it directly to his master, Dr. Xu.

Anyway, the other party has passed it down for many generations, so it is normal to have a way to preserve medical books from corruption.

Brother Wu originally thought that this matter must not turn around, so he took the initiative to take the task of recording the execution picture scroll, just to let His Majesty lightly expose the matter, but he did not expect his brother to have such a way.

"If Junior Brother can present this method, then all the documents unearthed in the future will be saved!"

While talking, the other party suddenly thought that so many ancient paper books were unearthed in the Northwest this time, but because of the violent transportation and improper preservation, they almost regretted it all, and felt very heartbroken.

"It would be great if we could discover this method before these ancient books!"

Seeing his senior brother's annoyed look, Lu Xiuyuan understood the other party's feelings very well. He only learned about these things after taking over. Although the loss before was really a pity, but now that he has this method, he will come across similar ancient books in the future Then the losses would not be as heavy as they are now.

After Senior Brother Wu sighed with emotion, he moved carefully to the edge of the copper cabinet and looked inside.

"That's great, at least there's still a cabinet left."

Lu Xiuyuan, who looked at the other party like a treasure, couldn't help but smiled slightly: "So brother, do you still need me to go there when the execution is executed at noon?"

Hearing this, the other party reacted for a while before regaining consciousness: "Go! Don't miss any opportunity to show your face in front of His Majesty. Only by hanging your name in front of His Majesty will they be more afraid of making moves."

Hearing this answer, Lu Xiuyuan secretly thought it was a pity.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the chaotic situation between Patriarch Zhao and the Second Prince during the execution, so that he could secretly meet with King Ming in private. Now that his senior brother said so, painting is more important.

But I'm not a professional after all, so his senior brother snatched the job of painter in the palace and gave it to him, isn't he afraid that those painters will find fault with him?

After confirming that he was going to the downtown area at noon, Lu Xiuyuan planned to go back to prepare the painting tools first, and then go directly to the execution ground.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Senior Brother Wu quickly added: "Don't tell others about the ancient books, I will report to His Majesty together after you finish painting in the afternoon."

He turned back and said: "Brother, don't worry, I understand these things."

Lu Xiuyuan was not stupid, those people made it clear that they wanted to watch him get excited, he would definitely keep the news to himself before the deadline, and it would be best to slap him in the face when these transcripts were handed over.

After bidding farewell to his senior brother, he left the Imperial Academy and went straight back to the courtyard where he lived.

After the Luo Dai incident last time, Lu Xiuyuan didn't dare to think about the young master's items. The pencil was easy to use to write drafts. Later, he made his own refills by grinding graphite into powder and mixing it with clay.

When I came to the study, I found the pencil I made before in the small drawer, and drew a few times on the paper on the table, looking for the texture.

His sketching level is average, but he is good at drawing figures. For medical students, he has to draw various organs of human models at every turn. A few simple lines can outline a vivid picture.

I tried to draw the window and the viewing tree outside the window, and after I gradually found the feeling, I packed up my things and prepared to go out.

Since you want to draw and record, you must step on the spot in advance, and then see which angle is the most suitable for speaking. The position and angle are very important.

Lu Xiuyuan carried the drawing board on his back and went to several teahouses near the execution place, and finally booked a cubicle on the second floor which was the closest.

Although the angle of his room is facing the venue obliquely, it is facing the crowd of onlookers, and he can see the expressions on the faces of everyone in the venue.

Since it needs to be recorded and filed, the focus should not be on the cruelty of the execution, but on how happy the people around are.

In ancient times, the dead were the most important, and whipping the corpse was an extremely cruel punishment. Then, the focus will be shifted to the clapping and cheering of the surrounding people. At that time, you can tell at a glance that this is the vicious person who whipped the corpse without looking at the file.

After finding the most suitable angle, Lu Xiuyuan ordered a pot of tea and a plate of snacks, and waited for the time to pass while eating.

The place where the execution was carried out was already completely blocked by the people watching. Fortunately, he was on the second floor, so he could see the whole place clearly without obstructing his sight.

At noon, the execution guards had already carried the black lacquered coffin about two and a half meters long to the execution ground.

When the surrounding crowd saw the black coffin, many people spit on it unluckily.

"Dog! When you were doing evil, you never thought that you would be flogged after death!"

When the guard carrying the coffin next to him saw one person spitting, the others immediately stopped him with eager expressions.

"Don't spit now! It's easy to accidentally hurt your own people!"

Hearing the guard's dissuasion, those people were also afraid that if the guard next to him was really involved, or if the other party had a bad temper, it would cause trouble for the upper body, so they didn't act rashly in the end.

The black coffin was placed on the ground, and the guards drove the crowd a few meters away before standing in place to leave an open space in the middle.

Lu Xiuyuan saw that it was almost time to start, so he set up his airs and began to sketch the general outline.

It was noon, and the officer above threw down the sign, and the execution officially began.

A burly man with bare upper body stepped forward, and swung the whip in his hand at the black coffin.

"Do not!!"

The whip flew towards the black coffin whistling with a strong wind, and a miserable cry came from the private room next door to Lu Xiuyuan at this moment.

"Wuuuuuu, my miserable Yu'er!!"

The execution in the venue was not disturbed by this at all. Amidst the clapping and smashing of the vegetable leaves by the surrounding people, the strong man kept whipping towards the top of the black coffin.

"Well done! Please use more force, my lord! See if you can break this coffin!" The person who was the first to spit at the black coffin just now clapped his hands and praised.

Seeing this, the people around were also pointing at the coffin, discussing it a lot, and even took out a stinky egg and threw it at the black coffin.

"I'm not willing to throw away the rotten eggs that have been stored in my house for ten years. Today I will smash all of them on Zhao Wangba's coffin to consecrate him!"

There are still many sensible people who raised questions: "Shouldn't whipping the corpse open the coffin and beat the corpse? Does it count as whipping the corpse if you just cover the coffin?"

"Yes! Strongly request to open the coffin and whip!"

One stone stirred up waves, and after the man's words fell to the ground, more and more people agreed and demanded that the coffin must be opened and the corpse whipped.

After Lu Xiuyuan saw the man say this, the female voice next door cried even more miserably, and he also had a guess about the identity of the man in his heart.

"Yu'er blames my mother for being bad, and even let you suffer this insult after death! Blame mother, blame mother! They all..."

The next door suddenly fell silent in the middle of the conversation, and then came the maid's scream.

"Madam! Are you all right?"

Lu Xiuyuan continued to draw while listening to the development of the next door.

After a while, the other party seemed to slow down, and his voice was gnashing his teeth: "Yu'er, if you want to hate, you hate your eldest cousin, she is still such a waste after being a queen! So much money was given away! It turned out that the execution of the coffin was only avoided! Poor My son suffered such humiliation, but my mother has no way to help you avenge her!"

Seeing the people around jumping and jumping happily as if celebrating the new year, and hearing the yelling and scolding from the next door, Lu Xiuyuan only felt very mocking in his heart.

If this Zhao Yu hadn't committed many crimes, how could there be such a punishment?

This old lady only blames others but doesn't reflect on herself. This idea is really ridiculous.

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