Jia Huan and Grandmaster Fang chatted in Changxuan for about half an hour before coming out, and their steps were light.

Ji Ming had been waiting in a street tea shop outside the Fang Mansion for a long time. After getting the tea money, he walked back with Jia Huan. "Pang Shiyuan's wedding was held the day after tomorrow. Ziyu will be busy lately."

He did not ask what Jia Huan and Grandmaster Fang had talked about. This is the basic common sense of being a human being and being a friend.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "That's natural. I just talked to the teacher about the reform of the Imperial College. The teacher promised to help."

"Ah? That's great." Ji Ming smiled in surprise, "The mountain master will definitely be very happy to know." His heart was slightly warm. Jia Huanken told him the matter clearly, because he trusted him.

Jia Huan smiled and squinted his eyes at the tiles of the house under the summer sun.

If you do something, you will inevitably offend people. But you don’t want to offend people. Instead, you have to ask yourself whether this is worth doing?

Reforming the Imperial College, improving the knowledge of the students, and improving the employment prospects of the students is something worth doing.

…

After Jia Huan left, Fang Wang ended the meeting and returned to the study.

Mr. Fang Er had been serving his father in Jinling. Now he came in from outside and saw his father writing behind the desk. After waiting for a while, he said strangely: "Why are my father not seeing guests today? There are several guests in need of you."

Fang Wang had a smile on his face and said while writing, "You have handled some trivial matters for me. Look, go and invite Mr. Zhongsan. I have something to talk to him. I will send this invitation for me."

"Oh." Mr. Fang Er took the invitation and looked at the cover. It was actually for Wen Ji to drink, but wasn't this person close to Chen Shangshu? He didn't know why, so he went out to do business.

The maid at home came in and poured tea for Fang Wang.

Fang Wang drank tea, and the smile on his face never stopped. He was recognized as the literary sect in the world, but scholars in the world were not convinced by him. There was no first in literature and no second in martial arts. It is easy to say that those who practice martial arts are, so how can scholars compare? In the future, it depends on whether they have won the literary award he established.

What a great idea!

…

On the afternoon of April 25, Wen You, the Imperial College Priest, came out of his home for lunch and did not go to school, but took a sedan chair to the mansion of the Minister of Rites Fang Wang.

All the six ministries in Nanjing are idle officials. They usually have fashionable books and the ministers are very leisurely. Like Grandmaster Fang, who doesn’t go to the six ministries’ yamen every day, is just a few scoldings from the censors without any pain.

Fang Wang was about to go to the capital to serve as the president of the compilation of "Huang Zhou Yinghua", so he was crowded with people.

Wen You came to the door with an invitation and was soon introduced to Fang Wang's study room. Fang Wang had been waiting for a while.

"The lower official has met Da Zongbo." Wen You bent down and bowed to salute. Da Zongbo is the nickname of the Minister of Rites.

Fang Wang nodded with a smile, reached out to signal Wen You to sit down. The servant got in the tea and then stepped out. Fang Wang chatted with Wen You for a few words and said, "I want Lord Wen to come here today, because I have something to discuss with Lord Wen."

Wen You was surprised and said calmly on his face: "Please tell me."

Fang Wang glanced at Wen You, his voice a little cold, "A few days ago, a student of the Imperial College hanged himself. Why did Lord Wen remain indifferent? Do you think that if you add one more make-up exam, everything will be solved?"

Wen You was about to defend himself, "No..."

Fang Wang waved his hand and interrupted him strongly, "I have read Zhang Boyu's reform plan. It's very good. I support it. I suggest that Zhang Boyu submit memorials to the court directly. It is better for Lord Wen to sign a joint letter."

There are no ones who can become officials who are not smart. Wen Jijiu felt a cool air rise from his spine in an instant.

If only Zhang Anbo gave the memorial, he would certainly not be afraid. Everyone knows that Zhang Anbo was demoted to Nanjing. And if it is supported by Fang Wang, who is currently respected by the emperor, the matter will change its nature.

If this memorial for reform is passed and if he does not sign it, it will be no different from the officials who are in the mind of the emperor. With the style of the emperor, he will definitely move his position.

If the deputy signatories are in charge, regardless of the success or failure of the Imperial College reform, his responsibility will be smaller. However, wouldn’t this be a self-destructive person? It is equivalent to admitting his mistake to Zhang Boyu? Moreover, he must become a subordinate of Zhang Boyu.

Wen You's face was blue and white for a moment, and hesitated, "This..."

Fang Wang didn't urge Wen You to drink tea slowly. For an official fan like Wen You, you can tell how he chose not to ask.

…

The wedding of Pang Ze and Zhang Baifu was held on April 25. Jia Huan arranged for his servants to help him. The scale was not large, and they were both friends of the mountain director Zhang Anbo, plus some relatives of Zhang Liangzhe's family. They were low-key but festive.

Zhang Anbo helped his disciples buy a small courtyard in the Dagongfang. The wedding was held in the small courtyard. The flowing table was also a banquet for the left and right house.

That night, what was more surprising was that Wen You, the Imperial College Priest, came to attend the wedding and drank a few glasses of wine.

Four days later, Pang Ze, who was returning to the door, took his newlywed wife to the north on a boat and went home to pay homage to his parents. Jia Huan, Zhang Chengjian, Ji Ming, and Master Tian were sent to the Jinchuan Gate Wharf outside Jinling City, watching the sails disappear into the Yangtze River.

The river flows eastward. In early summer, the dock is still prosperous and noisy. Jia Huan and others sat in the restaurant outside the dock. The waiter served the food and drinks. The four of them were at the table next to the window, looking at the dense sails on the river, and the force on the dock with bare arms to resist cargo. The atmosphere was slightly silent.

Master Tian said with emotion: "Brother Shi Yuan got what he wanted. The spring breeze was proud." He thought of his old wife and young son at home. He sighed in his heart.

Zhang Chengjian and Master Tian drank a drink, "Why did Brother Tian act like a child? Next is the time for us to make great achievements."

Wen Jijiu had already apologized to his father for his mistakes and agreed to the reform of the Imperial College. When Pang Shiyuan left, Jia Ziyu wanted to concentrate on studying. They had to operate all the affairs in this. He was excited and wanted to do something.

Jia Huan smiled and drank a drink with everyone.

Ji Ming smiled slightly and felt relieved. In fact, Shanzhu wanted to wait for Wen Jijiu to transfer to see if there was any chance. Shanzhu was not aggressive. However, Ziyu was in one step and took Grandmaster Fang to suppress Wen Jijiu. Wen Jijiu directly admitted defeat.

Some people are honest only by knocking!

…

The news that the Imperial College is about to reform has spread throughout the Imperial College in a very short time. It mainly involves three major aspects: examination, study, and class division. There is also news that the teaching aid bookstore was opened and twenty graduated students were hired. This matter also involves the Ministry of Rites. The students will go to the Ministry of Rites to copy the papers of the provincial examinations in previous years.

Therefore, the news spread in the Six Ministry of Nanjing, the Nanjing Governor's Department, and the Nanjing Censorate. At the same time, it spread in the Jiangnan officialdom. Many school officials were closely following the publication of teaching aids. This happened in the Ming Dynasty, but it was later banned.

However, when the Imperial College was in turmoil, the most lively thing in Jinling City at the end of April was the flower courtesan competition that started on the 28th. The flowers in Mochou Lake were full of flowers and beautiful people gathered. The scholars who had just participated in the palace examination were indulging in a carnival. Scholars from Yangzhou, Suzhou, Songjiang and other places also gathered. The differences between famous prostitutes and beautiful and ugly scholars can be seen everywhere on the streets.

If the shock of the Imperial College and the reform is an inconspicuous corner and not much attention is paid to it, then the Courtesan Competition is more like a grand event for the citizens and scholars. But this is still just a partial picture.

The most influential event in Jinling City was: Fang Wang went to Beijing.

On May 3, the Minister of Rites of Nanjing Fang Wang brought his family and went north to the capital to preside over the compilation of "Emperor Zhou Yinghua". All the officials and gentry in the city came to see you off. As long as the book was completed, it would be a moment when the name was left in history.

As the youngest juren who Fang Wang had taken the pressure of public opinion in Shilin, Jia Huan was also among the people who saw him off.

On the pier outside the Qingliangmen, a two-story boat listened steadily. The servants of the Fang family were moving their luggage.

The person who represented the people in Nanjing to see off was Chen Gaolang, the Minister of Personnel of Nanjing, Deng Hong, the Duke of Zheng. Then, they looked around and looked the same colored robe. There were pheasants, peacocks, lions, and tigers in front of them.

The plans include: Wei Hong, Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue in Nanjing, Zhang Jingwei, Left Censor of the Nanjing Censorate, Zhang Anbo, Deputy Minister of Rites of Nanjing, Baping, Deputy Minister of Personnel of Nanjing, Pi Jingye, Deputy Minister of Nanjing, Jia Yucun, Priest of Jinling, Zhen Yingjia, President of Tiren Academy, and Wen You, Priest of the Imperial College.

Jia Huan followed local famous scholars and scholars to join. Around him was Mr. Zhongsan, a famous scholar in Jiangnan, who was good at painting skills, classical meanings, and poetry. There were also Li Liangji and Ding Ang, two of the four great talents in Jiangnan. There were also several scholars in their thirties and forties, all of whom were literati whom Master Fang usually interacted with.

The crowds who came to see him were also sent to Shangyuan County, Yingtian Prefecture, Jiangning County's official seal officials, retired officials, local scholars, elders, etc. The crowd was filled with dust, and the docks were full.

Right in front of the pier. Chen Gaolang was 65 years old. This senior official of the second rank of the rank of the emperor is not old. But he is already old, with his back bent, his head white, and wearing a scarlet official robe, and said seriously: "Mr. Wangxi is full of hope for the world. This time he enters the capital, he will definitely be a cultural treasure left over from later generations and show the beauty of my emperor Zhou."

Fang Wang smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Chen, for your good words."

He doesn't have much contact with Chen Gaolang on weekdays and is not in the same circle. However, when he bid farewell, he still feels very comfortable to hear the words of blessings.

Fang Wang and Chen Gaolang and Deng Hong said a few words, bowed, boarded the boat and left casually.

The river breeze is blowing. The boats are slowly moving, and the docks are filled with people.

"A real man should be like this!"

Jia Huan heard a scholar sighing in his ears, and felt funny. Looking around, today's picture is basically the gathering of the highest power figures in Jinling City.

He studied in Jinling City and has always been very low-key. He has only stood at a corner of the highest power stage in Jinling City today.

The crowd gradually dispersed. The officials of the six ministries all sat in the sedan chair, and the yamen runners and sedan chairmen had already set up flags to open the way.

Jia Huan was about to leave when he was patted on his shoulder a few times, "Little guy, why didn't your teacher leave Jinling? "

Jia Huan grinned his teeth. The one who patted him was Mr. Zhongsan, an old man in his fifties, wearing a white Confucian shirt and looking at him with a smile. After he came to Jinling, he attended a banquet held by Master Fang and met Mr. Zhongsan, a native of Jinling City.

Jia Huan bowed and said, "I feel something, but I can't make a poem. Please forgive me." Is it necessary to show off in such an occasion? He is just a juren now. The vain fire is too high, and the more he falls worse.

Mr. Zhongsan looked at Jia Huan and smiled. He learned from his friend Fang Wang that it was this young man who suggested establishing a literary award, evaluating the articles of the country's dynasty over the years, and unifying the literary world. This young man was not as ordinary and harmless as he looked. Power and wisdom were all first-class. Didn't Wen Jijiu prepare to beat him and pinch his nose for Zhang Boyu to be a subordinate?

"This year's Courtesan Competition is hosted by me. During the rematch, I invite you to Shengqi Tower to make some fine beauty poems."

Jia Huan agreed helplessly: "Okay."

He also wanted to keep some fine beauty words for use on appropriate occasions. For example, praise Lin Qianwei and Lin's beauty.

…

The Imperial College will be reorganized, and people's hearts will be fluctuating. Jia Huan's Imperial College career ended here, and he will study and review at home.

As for the courtesan competition held lively on Mochou Lake, Jia Huan was not very interested. He was not happy to visit brothels at his age.

After dinner, cicadas chirped in the courtyard. The living room with candles was a little stuffy. Jia Huan, Daiyu, and Aunt Pei sat at the round table to have tea and chat.

Zijuan was wearing a maid's bun and wearing a delicate pink and white tooth-pinching vest. She stood behind Daiyu and asked curiously: "San Ye, have you sold your... underwear style?" 8
Chapter completed!