The next morning, the morning sun rose slowly as usual. He Jin ran to the yamen happily, not knowing what would be waiting for him.

When he arrived at the yamen, the gatekeeper pawn told him: "Sir Sixing, the master asked you to come, so he went to the entrustment room."

He Jin was still confused and smiled and said, "It just so happens that I have something to look for my master."

Before the person entered the signing room, he heard the crying of Mr. Chen Ming inside: "Master, you can't do this. Have you forgotten that Runde yesterday, and he surrendered a fierce horse with bare hands?"

"If the horse was shocked yesterday, we might be helpless. If Runde was shocked, what would he do?"

He Jin was dissatisfied when he heard this: What does it mean? How can I compare myself to that ferocious beast? Am I that scary?

But as soon as he pushed the door, he saw Yao Jing holding a whip with an angry look on his face, and he was shocked at that time. Then he turned his eyes and suddenly covered his head and shouted, "Ah... the head hurts so much, it feels so manic!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and patted it down at a hardwood chair in front of him. With a click, the chair suddenly split, which made Yao Jing's brow jump.

"A bad disciple, don't be fooled or stupid. You can't hide this trick from being a master!" Of course, Yao Jing guessed that He Jin was pretending, but the problem was that one or two points might be true.

After all, yesterday the boy was giggling at a manic horse, fighting with his body, and swinging others around was so shocking.

"No, Master...I don't know what's going on, I just can't help but want to hit someone and vent!"

He Jin grabbed his hair again, and his hair was disheveled and he looked like a madman. Then he saw a flower-arranged porcelain vase on the Bo Gu shelf, and he took it down and smashed it to the ground.

Mr. Chen Ming was also scared, not knowing whether to step forward to stop He Jin or protect Yao Jing. But when he was at a loss, he saw He Jin quietly winking at him with the cover of his hair.

The two of them had already cooperated well. As soon as they saw this look, Chen Ming immediately said to Yao Jingyan: "Dongweng, you should throw the whip. Runde went crazy after seeing this whip..."

Yao Jing still knew that the two might be acting, but the problem was that he just wanted to teach He Jin a lesson, so naturally he could not call people to make things worse.

But He Jin captured his good face mentality, which made him look jealous of the mouse.

In desperation, Yao Jing could only put down the whip hatefully and said angrily to He Jin: "Okay, stop pretending, I won't beat you up today!"

When he heard this, He Jin really stroked his hair, tied it with a lieutenant scarf quickly, and smiled at Yao Jing: "Master, are you strange? When you see you put down the whip, your disciple's head will no longer hurt..."

What else can Yao Jing say?

I could only pick up a cup of tea from the desk and pour it into my stomach.

Then, he said with a grudge: "Don't be proud. If you don't beat you today, it doesn't mean you won't teach you a lesson! Tell me, where did you go yesterday afternoon?"

He Jin's face changed and he knew that what happened yesterday was exposed.

However, he had a solution, so he immediately took out a piece of paper from his arms and presented it to Yao Jing and said, "Master, my disciple thought hard last night and wrote this eight-legged essay, and asked my master to comment on Yazheng."

Yao Jing was so angry that he immediately slapped the table and shouted: "Stop making jokes with my teacher, ask where you went yesterday afternoon, what's wrong with taking out an eight-legged essay?...Wait, did you write this eight-legged essay yourself?"

As he said that, Yao Jing couldn't help but pick up the article... Well, it smells so good!

When I saw it, it was He Jin's beautiful and natural handwriting. I couldn't help but feel annoyed, and I was blown away by the gentle brush. After looking at the above content carefully, I became more sure that He Jin wrote it himself.

Because Yao Jing then smiled and said in He Jin's full of expectations: "Although this article is gorgeous and meticulous...but apart from that, the whole article is nonsense, empty and stinky, just a piece of shit!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, He Jin was not discouraged and was hit, but laughed: "Master, is this really the case? There is no mistake or taboo in terms of formats?"

"Hmm?..." After He Jin asked this, Yao Jing immediately realized: Yes, why did a guy who couldn't even recite Zhu Zi's collection of notes yesterday, come up with an eight-legged essay today?

Yes, this article is indeed unsightly, but rotten pears are also pears, which can also quench thirst.

Even during the county examination, Yao Jing would not easily dismiss such articles. After all, his handwriting was dignified and beautiful, and his format and content were stable...

Then he looked at the content of the article carefully and immediately found traces of copying and removing flowers and trees. He couldn't help but slapped the table and said furiously: "You rebel, you really don't want to take the right path. You didn't know where to learn such a crooked way!...You, you want to be annoyed to be your master!"

As he said that, Yao Jing wanted to get the whip again.

But this time, He Jin did not pretend to be crazy, but said coldly: "Master, is it wrong for disciples to do this?"

“I don’t repent!”

Yao Jing was immediately so angry that he was filled with smoke from his orifices and shouted: "If you don't concentrate on studying the subtle words and righteousness of sages, understand the principles of governing the country and pacifying the world, you just want to take the shortcut in Zhongnan. If you do this, you dare to say that you are not wrong!"

"Why did the disciple ask the master, who studied the sages and wise men, passed the exam and entered the official career, and what was the purpose of the end?"

"Of course, it is to report to the king and the country, to appease the common people, and to benefit the people..."

As he said this, Yao Jing just raised his whip's hand and stopped in the air: Yes, he learned literature and martial arts, trade and imperial families. In order to show his ambitions and save the world.

But the problem is that He Jin seems to be born with these things, and his ability to reconcile and prosper is far above himself!

If that's the case, what reason do you have to ask for blame?

But of course, the inherent concept in my heart could not be broken in just one blow. Yao Jing was confused and silent for a long time before finally finding a reason to convince himself.

"I will not teach you such a method. I am a teacher to sharpen your mind and cultivate your character. If you just take advantage of this, you will eventually be smart and will be mistaken by your intelligence. You still need to cultivate your mind and strengthen your foundation to be the right way!"

But He Jin disagreed and said, "Master, my disciple thought last night that Confucianism emphasizes self-cultivation, family, governance, and peace in the world. Can we really do everything after studying things and gaining knowledge?"

"My master has read poetry and books and is ranked on the list of gold. He is the best among scholars in the world. Although he has been governing a state for more than three months, can't he still see the right way of this saint, which is actually not suitable for worldly governance?"

"You, forget your ancestors!" Yao Jing was even more furious, but he clearly wanted to say something to refute, but he couldn't find any argument in his mind.

Because, he understood deeply in his heart: What He Jin said was probably right...

Since the Qionglin Banquet, he, a Confucian child, was determined to spread all the knowledge and the way of a saint on the land of Cizhou City. However, when he arrived at his post, he found that what he learned in the book was very different from reality.

When he first came, he was hindered in everything. All the power in the yamen was slandered by the cunning filthy officials below. He had the airs of a court official, but he could not do anything.

When it was so late at night, he couldn't help but hold the cold quilt and think: I'm right, I acted completely according to the teachings of the saints in the book, why did he have no effect and accomplish nothing?

And just when he was confused, He Jin appeared.

There is no doubt that his disciple is not the kind of Confucian-recognized think tank. He is greedy for money and lust, acts without any scruples, and his mind is cunning and changeable. He is simply a powerful scheming person despised by saints.

But such a young man overturned his boss in a row, handled three yamen runners, and overthrew his officials from all over the state. He was even more greedy and had no means of abilities, but he was even more profitable than a single person, and he also benefited a state and benefited thousands of people.

It can be said that now I am ordering myself in the yamen and being praised by the people as "blue sky" outside, all relying on He Jin's talent and reputation.

Thinking of this, Yao Jing didn't teach He Jin a lesson for a while, and his expression was extremely lonely. He waved his hand reluctantly: "You guys go out first, I want to be quiet..."
Chapter completed!