Section 29     University Discussion (2)

Yuan Jiasan thought about it and could not take the liberty of this matter. He had never heard of it in college. He had a lot of ideas in his heart. However, as the name suggests, he also guessed that it was not comparable to ordinary official schools or civil schools. Moreover, it was the emperor's heart that was important. If it was really done, not to mention whether it was done well. I am afraid that the students of the Imperial College and the Hanlin Academy would attack themselves.

He considered the interests before and after, and replied: "What the emperor has been thinking about here for many years is naturally good governance and good laws that benefit the national economy and people's livelihood. However, I have no idea about the way of university. I am rashly speaking, I may cause troubles in the future. Is it better to let the minister go down and carefully consider it, or after returning to Beijing, I will ask the name of the university and the method of hosting and the expert, and then come to the emperor to report it before the emperor?"

"Okay." The emperor wanted to finalize the establishment of a university within a day. Even if he thought, it was absolutely too late. "I want to bring you back to Beijing this time. After I went back, I would like to prepare well with Yung Wing. Well, if I really need it, I will give them the general office to contact the ministers of various countries in Beijing. This is the first major event of the great cultural and educational development in the Celestial Empire, so I will gather my thoughts!"

"Yes. The emperor has made a record of the temple, and I have all recorded it. After returning to the capital, I will definitely ask Lord Rong for advice."

"That's it, you can rest assured."

Yuan Jiasan met and came out. The emperor raised his legs. Su Shun hurried forward, took off his boots, and served him to sit cross-legged, "Master?"

"Um?"

"My master didn't sleep well last night and would have to go to Chaoyue Tower to enjoy the moon tomorrow night. Why not be served by a slave and close his eyes and rest for a while?"

It would be fine if he didn't mention it. When he said this, the emperor felt a little sleepy. He forced himself to shake his head, reached out to pick up a note from the imperial desk on the kang, looked down casually, and hummed a few times in his nose: "Yeah! Yes!"

Jingyu stood in the bedroom with his hands hanging down. The scene of the answer from the monarch and minister just now fell in his heart. I don’t know what it felt like. The emperor who was in front of him who was well-organized to rule the state with the ministers, obviously Gan Ziyi, who often quarreled with him, seemed not him? It’s strange, how could a person’s demeanor change such a big change?

She couldn't tell the feeling in her heart, and she didn't even hear the emperor's voice, "Ah? Ah? What's wrong? What's wrong?"

This was another violation of the extremely purgatory rules of the palace. Liu Fu stood at the door and quickly snatched in. He didn't bother to scold her. He stepped forward and looked up. He immediately understood. He turned around to Jingyu, took a colorful porcelain pot of Kangxi, handed it to her, and then nodded to the emperor, signaling her to take it over.

Jingyu hurriedly picked up the pot in his hand, walked to the desk, and poured the *** from the pot into the cup: "Prince, please use it."

The emperor seemed to remember something, pointed at Yu and asked Sushun: "Sushun, do you still remember her?"

Su Shun remembered of course, and nodded to the girl with a smile: "Miss Zhao, is it always good?"

"I'm fine, thank you Lord Su."

Because the military affairs department had to return to Beijing within a few days, the Military Affairs Office had issued a court order. Except for the military affairs, thefts and floods were directly handed over, the rest of the memorials were transferred to Beijing's military minister Yi for handling. So it seemed that the scribble was piled up in a pile of books, all of which were not important official documents, some were greeted, some reported the distribution of customs lijin, and the provincial prefectures and county officials made up for vacancies and allocated distribution... Although these were all unurgent tasks, the prefectures and counties should still pay attention to the vacancies.

The emperor looked at it casually, and most of them could not even write Zhu Ci. He used his finger to mark it and put it aside. Su Shun looked around and saw that the emperor had left him and had no official duties to explain, so he was ready to resign, "Master, if there is no other way..."

"Oh, I forgot. A few days ago, I told Guiliang a few that all provinces need to build more granaries, thinking that grain storage is needed to be stored in the future, and provide relief for disasters. You can ask about this matter, especially for major grain-producing provinces such as Shandong, Henan, and Huguang. You should store more grains and not be afraid of rising grain prices. If there are opportunities for each province to raise the price of grain, you will send local officials to strictly control it without mercy!"

"twitter."

"Also," the emperor raised his face and looked at him: "Sushun, you know my habits. You know what I hate the most. Don't always want to be rude! Just want to make money. Have you made less money in the past few years?"

Sushun's color changed drastically, and he knelt down with a slap of horse's hoof sleeves: "Slave..."

"Okay!" The emperor turned his face away again and stopped looking at him: "The matter has come to me. I can tolerate it because you have been loyal to the emperor and love your father for many years. If you know about the masters in the capital, I will protect you or kill you, huh?"

"I thank the emperor for his kindness. I... I will never dare to do it again in the future."

"How many times have you said this to me?" The emperor closed the memorial with a 'slap', and used his hand to pay for his forehead. "Sometimes I really don't understand. What's the use of asking for so much money? How many babies can you spend on food and use? Do you have a lot of money at home? Do you still think the silver ingots are shining and look good?"

This time Sushun went south with his escorts, and the subordinates of all provinces along the way knew that he was the most useful and favored minister in front of the emperor. In the name of comfort, he sent the silver notes, treasures, calligraphy and paintings to his mansion. In a word, he came to Jiangnan twice, and the amount of silver he had to put in bags was as much as three to five million taels! He was not unaware that the emperor hated such things the most, but the yellow and white things were the most touching, and he did not have the courage and perseverance to keep them away. He accepted the next one, and then he accepted them one by one.

When the emperor asked again, Sushun met again and said in a word: "Slave...the slave is willing to take out all the money he collected for national use."

"Bah!" The emperor spat viciously: "You stupid slave who doesn't tell me!"

Su Shun then remembered that taking out the silver was even worse. Qingliu asked: "How much salary has been in the past few years, how can there be so many silver for repayment?" Wouldn't he become a self-inflicted family? It's a huge trouble! No wonder the emperor called himself a fool, he was so confused. He walked a few steps with his knees and hugged the emperor's leg: "Your Majesty, I am confused about things and I am just worried about my king and father. Your Majesty... You are the master of your servant."

"Liufu, Jingyu, pull him away from me!" The emperor said angrily: "You bear the trouble you caused yourself. I can tell you that you are not allowed to take one tael of money. What should I do? You think of your own ideas, but I don't care!"

"emperor?"

"Get out! I don't want to see you."

Sushun had no choice but to touch her head, bowed out of the bedroom, scolding the emperor all the time. He had to find a way to deal with the money when he went back, which was really troublesome!

The emperor was too lazy to care about him, so he put the memorial on the table aside, picked up the *** and took a sip: "Jingyu?"

"Ah! Jingyu is here."

"What's wrong with you? Why are you always unscrupulous?" The emperor put *** aside and waved to her: "Come here, come to me."

Jingyu stepped forward timidly, and stood in front of the emperor with a tactful look, "Emperor?"

"Liufu, you go down." He coaxed a few people out, and the emperor looked up at her with a smile, and asked in Tianjin dialect, "Do you know why I have to go to the Dream Boat every night?"

It's strange. As long as you hear the ugly but familiar Tianjin dialect in his mouth, Jingyu couldn't help laughing, grinning, suddenly remembering that the man in front of him was the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and hurriedly restrained: "Slave..."

"Um?"

"Oh, I don't know." Jingyu said boldly: "I think I'll come here to see my lady?"

"Don't call me Miss in the future, just call me Sister Qingqing." The emperor said: "It seems that your lady is one of the purposes, but it only accounts for 30% of it, and the remaining 70% is to meet another person. Who do you think this person is?"

Jingyu was panicked and his face turned red in an instant, "I... don't know."

"It's the one who has been quarreling with him since the first time I saw him, and I feel a hundred despised by him!"

Jingyu raised his eyes, his clear eyes swept across the man's face, and remembered Liufu's admonition, and closed it: "Master, are you...you?"

"how?"

"My servant's thoughts are just as I said to Mr. Gan in the car the night before yesterday. Whether he is a poor scholar or a king of ten thousand chariots, my wife and I will never change at all."

The emperor felt from it, and he pulled his arms and let the girl pounce on his shoulder: "If you don't change, Gan will not change at all."

Jingyu lay on his shoulder and said in a low voice, "It's really strange."

"What's wrong? What's strange?"

"I know that your emperor must know the superiors and inferiors, but every time I see you, I always think of the annoying and lovely Mr. Gan!"

The emperor chuckled, "Then, do you like me or Gan Ziyi?"

"The emperor is the emperor, and I dare not be rude at all. However, if I were asked to tell the truth, Mr. Gan would be more liked."

"If you ask your lady such a question, she will definitely say that I am more likable." The emperor helped her stand up and looked straight in her eyes: "You are the only one who dares to tell me such truth! It's not worth my true love and pity for you!"

Jingyu smiled cutely and squatted in great fortune. "I am ashamed of being praised by the emperor, so I dare not be a servant!"

The emperor was stunned and remembered this sentence. It was the first time he had gone to the boat. He said it to Ruyan. Now she changed a few words and returned it intact. He reached out and lit it on the tip of her nose, "I like you to speak like this. Serve me to change my clothes, let's go to the queen."

At that moment, the eunuch served the emperor to remove the crown, and changed into a rose-purple buckle Batulu vest, wearing a red velvet top and unified the green satin melon leather hat. The light chariot placed outside the hall waved him and repelled: "Jingyu, accompany me to walk a few steps."

"Yes." Jingyu stepped on the bottom of the flower pot and followed the emperor, feeling very difficult. The structure of the bottom of the flower pot was special. It would be fine if he stepped up his feet when walking. The slowing pace was only a small bulge in the middle to focus, which was particularly uncomfortable. Especially when she and Sai Xiangjun were both girls from Han families, she was born to wrap her feet, which made her feel even more sad. However, when Chuchu entered the palace, he knew that the emperor liked her, he did not dare to be arrogant because of his favor, and did not understand the rules, so he did not dare to ask for advice.

The emperor did not pay attention, and walked around the path between the garden and the lush flowers and plants, and walked to the back of the garden. He walked around the hall eastward to the back hall. The eunuchs who cleaned the road saw them coming one by one, bowed their backs one by one, bowed their backs and bowed their heads to give way. The courtyard behind was separated by a holly tree, and the pink walls of the holly green was built into a colorful yard as a palace gate, but there was no flat couplet decoration. There was a side hall on both sides of the main bedroom, a wet and cold blue bricks and courtyards, each with a row of wing rooms, which was not much taller than the houses of ordinary yamen - this was the residence of the queen and the concubines who accompanied them.

As soon as I turned to the Caifang, I saw the eldest princess Xiuhui and a maid dressed in a palace maid laughing, "Can't you catch it? You're so stupid!"

The palace maid pretended to be a forceful arrest, but she always missed her feet at the critical moment and gave Xiuhui calmly. The eldest princess's child's character did not think that the other party was deliberately giving in to him, but just thought that he was flexible in shape. The new palace maid was stupid, "Hurry up! You are too slow. It's useless! Waste..."

"Xiuhui!" The emperor was still smiling at the beginning, and when his daughter spoke rudely, he couldn't help but pull down his face: "What were you saying?"

When the eldest princess heard Ama's voice, she hurriedly stopped, "Ama Wanfu."

"Grand Princess, I have something to ask you."

Xiuhui didn't dare to neglect her, so she lifted up the hem of her skirt and knelt down: "Daughter listens to the Hadith."

"What did you just say?"

"Daughter... didn't say anything?"

"You dare to lie in front of me? At a young age, you are still my legitimate daughter. Is this how I teach you how to treat your servants? Something that is not ethical!"

A thunderous anger made Xiuhui's eyes turn red, and the little child didn't dare to cry out again. He lowered his head aggrievedly: "My daughter knows she's wrong... Don't be angry, shouldn't you?"

"Look at how many troubles you have caused on your way to follow me south this time! Hum?" The emperor was very loud in his daughter's voice. The queen and others who were talking in the bedroom all came out. Seeing that he looked ugly, he didn't dare to persuade him. He had to let him lose his temper: "There is rain, and the risk of people is miserable! At a young age, he learned to be so impetuous,..."

He wanted to say something else, Jingyu pulled his cuffs and thrust his mouth towards the door of the bedroom. The emperor noticed that the queen and the others had already met at the door. Xiuhui was the queen's eldest daughter after all, so she would not leave a decent place for the queen. "This time I let you go for the time being. After returning to Beijing, I will go to the study room like your elder brother and learn what it means to be the best way to be a good person!"

"Yes, my daughter remembered it." Xiuhui agreed, and the tears she had been holding back finally fell.

The emperor was still angry and glared at his daughter with hatred. He turned around and said to the girls at the door of the bedroom: "Not only the eldest princess, but all the princes and princesses in the future will let them go to the study room to study at the age of school. People talk about how the phoenixes and grandchildren of the heavenly family are so rich and how they are fed and rich, but they don't think that they are favored by many people. Not to mention that they are not allowed to become dragons and phoenixes, even the ethics that are understood by the most basic ordinary people are completely ignorant!"

The Queen's mother was in charge of the harem. The enrollment of such princes and daughters is a state and a family matter. What's more, the one who scolded the emperor in person today was her own daughter. She was naturally sad. "The emperor, all the negligences in the past were all my concubines. Please ask my master to temporarily stop Thunder and let me discipline them in many ways in the future to explain the Shengxian."

The emperor was originally excited and wanted to talk to the queen and concubines in his spare time. Unexpectedly, the matter of the eldest princess made him a little "congested". He wanted to turn around and go back, but it was traced. While hesitating, Jingyu stepped forward a few steps and Yingying squatted to salute: "I bow to the Queen. The Queen is in peace."

"Get up." The queen was very interested in Jingyu's knowledge and ignorantness. She waved her hand in vain and signaled her to stand up, "You are the girl Ruyan yesterday, right? Come here and let me see. Well... When she dressed up, she was also a pretty little girl."

"The posture of a servant, Pu Liu, is hard to catch the eyes of the Empress."

A few girls talked about one thing, but the emperor turned around and left. He walked into the queen's bedroom and walked to the edge of the table. He was stunned. It turned out that there was a picture of "The God of Luo River Carriage and Horse" on the table. It was painted on the shore of the Luo River. Cao Zijian stood solemnly under the willows with withering autumn leaves, looking up at the opposite side with a pool of autumn water. There was a pool of autumn water across the river. The clouds were filled with mist, a dragon carriage, and a full horse was furious. There were vague gods following each other, and the precious banners and belts were swaying with the wind. The gods of Luo River were surrounded by the gods of Luo River, with wonderful hair and wind hanging down Su's nobleness.

Luo Shen frowned, facing Cao Zhi diagonally below, as if he was telling something. Cao Zhi looked confused, his hands slightly spread apart, as if he was sighing, and he seemed to be calling... The painting was already very old, the edges of the paper turned yellow and became a little crisp, but the scroll was new, the inscription on the lower left of the painting was already full of difficulties, and countless stamps were erected on the top and bottom of the world, which showed that it was an extremely precious ancient painting. "Where did this come from the painting?" the emperor asked, "Whose work was it?"

"This was bought by Su Shun, the Minister of the Interior. He spent more than 10,000 yuan. He said it was Wu Daozi's painting. He could not even identify the name. He said it was for me to pay for my birthday. I was afraid it would be fake, so I asked me to find an expert to identify it. I just thought it was good, so how could I tell it? I didn't understand these things. I was thinking that the emperor was here, so I asked the emperor to identify it! It happened that the emperor came."

The emperor cursed in his heart, "The slaves are really good at finding their next family!" He lowered his head and looked at them for a few seconds, and said slowly, "This Sushun is probably cheated." As he said, he looked at the painting carefully, stared at him to identify the inscriptions, and said, "Wu Daozi is good at painting Guanyin Shidao, and he will never give up his long paintings and landscapes. But these two words are indeed 'Wu Dao', which is really strange! But even if it is not the original work of Wu Daozi, the momentum and spirit of dots and strokes can be regarded as the work of everyone. Keep it."

He shook his head and smiled, "If you talk about the experts who identify such antiquities in this dynasty, there was Ji Yun in the previous dynasty, and I had a Weng Tonghe in this dynasty. He is still in the Hanlin Academy. When he returns to the palace, I will take a closer look." He turned around and smiled at Jingyu who was following behind him, "What I know is just some pirated copies of ancient books and old skills. These are not the directors."

Jingyu burst into laughter, blushed and lowered his head. Others looked at each other, not knowing what the mystery they were fighting.
Chapter completed!